I thought the world was Hell, untill I came here.

[blueeye_bitch]

Who: PC Nathaniel Greenwood. open
When: A few weeks after he came to this place, after having had an argument with Gene.
Where: Outside the office.
What: Having no idea what he is supposed to be doing.
Rating/Warnings: Nathaniels bitching, most likely

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[downtheelevator]

It was a nasty habit, sure, but Jim hardly had to worry about cancers or illnesses. He knew the dangers more than most people in this day and age though he'd never point it out. Why would he?

With a cigarette hanging loosely from his lips, he patted himself down for a lighter, praying he'd remember to snag one from the office. Nope, all clear. Rolling his eyes, he tilted his head to the side, scoping out the young man not far from where he was trying to spark up. Already had a lit cigarette, hopefully that equalled a lighter or he'd have to give up and get back to work.

Two days of correcting the spelling on all the case files that Gene's team seemed to of made him lose the will to actually live. No wonder he needed a good smoke before he tackled the rest of that utter mess.

"Got a light?"

[blueeye_bitch]

Nathaniel continued to brood over the horrifying place this was, and what it did to his skin and general health, when a voice spoke to him, pulling the blonde out of his daydreams of Gene Hunt fetching coffee, or rather tea, to *him*. He looked up, spotting a man he had not seen before, which was not all that surprising, considering Nathaniel had just been transferred.

"Ah, yeah" He replied, voice a bit dazed still as he dug a tan slender hand into his pocket, handing out a pink and yellow lighter to Keats, with a bright smile on his face. Well, this man seemed way more pleasant then Hunt, at least. "I am PC Nathaniel Greenwood." He smiled still. "As you probably understand, I'm new around here."

[downtheelevator]

Keats smiled and took the lighter, not wasting any time as he lit up and silently inspected the lighter in his hands. How different, he was used to the basic silver ones he carried around. Taking the first inhale, he turned his head to Nathaniel and offered out his free hand.

"DCI Jim Keats," he offered, ever the gentlemen, he knew how to shake a hand. Firm grip that wasn't too competitive or tight. "I heard, not much gets past me here, provided I keep my eyes out. Gene's tries to though."

And he does pull it off most the time, which admittedly burned Keats up inside.

[blueeye_bitch]

Nathaniel's hand was a soft shake, more like a woman, but looking at the skinny long haired blonde, one could easily mistake him for one. The hair was wavy, and pulled back into a ponytail and he was wearing his uniform, that even with the smallest sizes looked a bit big. Not height wise, but thickness wise.

"Nice to meet you sir." he smiled, this man at least being polite in comparison to the degrading and violent Hunt. "Ah, yeah, I guess he did not report the beating up the suspect then." he looked like an angry child. "I tried stopping him but,.. well, I was ordered to leave."