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flurryofbullets in lolocracy

STOP LOITERING DAMMIT!!

Dec 20, 2009 19:55

WHO: Vash, and Sverre
WHEN: Monday, mid-morning; LETS DO THE TIME WARP AGAIN~!~*
WHERE: Downtown Area, thats where all the troublemakers are at.
WHAT: The duties of a local law enforcer never ends when one uppity Norwegian comes into his life.

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switzerland, it's always the quiet ones, status: complete, the law is here!, bitch just got stalked, norway, uruguay

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aweebitcross December 21 2009, 04:04:26 UTC

It was brisk out but nothing close to cold. Sverre's light jacket was buttoned up nice and tight and the young boy couldn't have felt cozier. As he wandered down the street he saw a particularly nice bench with a view of a large, beautifully frosted tree. The view was unobstructed by hydrants or parked cars and as soon as Sverre caught sight of it, his vision honed in on it and he lost focus. It wasn't like he was going anywhere important anyways, right?

Sliding down onto the bench, Sverre sighed happily. He watched the tree sway in the cool breeze for awhile, snow coating his hair and dripping off of his unruly curl. It was such a nice, balmy day. Everything was so quiet and peaceful. Before he knew it, Sverre had drifted into a dozing state. Snow covered his whole body, his bare hands, and his crossed boots. It warmed him like a blanket and weighed him down into sleep.

Sverre was almost completely asleep. When he heard the crunching of boots approaching. A young man was walking towards him, in uniform, frowning.

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flurryofbullets December 21 2009, 05:03:43 UTC

Without even stopping to check for incoming cars or traffic he made his way across the street towards the young man. Hopefully it wasn't some hungover individual trying to find a quick and easy method to remove the killer pain in his head, it was too early in the morning and Logan was the one who had an easier time dealing with those types. Whipping out his baton he stared down at the individual hoping that his piercing glare and scowl would wake him, but it was no good.

"Oi, oi get up before you freeze your ass off." he said, jabbing the young mans ribs. The only reaction he received in return was a shoo-ing hand as the platinum blonde turned onto his side leaving his back facing Vash.

W-What the hell's with this guy!??!, Vash thought he grabbed the loiterer by the back of his jackets collar. He dragged the Norwegian off of the bench in one smooth motion and threw him onto the icy sidewalk. Maybe it was a bit harsh but an officer has to do what he can to keep order in his town. "No Loitering dammit!"

aweebitcross December 21 2009, 05:17:58 UTC

Sverre snapped back to reality when he felt himself fly through the air. He flung his hands out to brace himself and skidded forwards on his stomach. As he grated against frozen pavement, he gritted his teeth and felt his elbows scrape underneath his jacket. He keep to a stop a few feet from the officer and dragged himself to his feet. This man was clearly insane at best.

"What? I don't even get my Miranda rights?" Sverre scoffed. "What are the charges? Belligerent napping?"

The other man did not look pleased, but Sverre was too sore and angry to care. This guy started conflict. He was supposed to be an officer of the law. It was just like back in the days with the gang. They would go to protests, non-violent ones, and the officers would not listen to their message. Just round them up and not care who got hurt.

"A badge doesn't make you special, or justify your actions," he informed the darker blonde in a monotone voice.

flurryofbullets December 21 2009, 06:29:28 UTC

Clapping his hands together to remove the snow from his gloves he merely turned to the suspect with a cross look as he re-adjusted his uniform. Crossing his arms he gave a slight chuckle at the young mans comments.

"Ha, don't worry you're not under arrest or anything like that smart guy," he stated a-matter-of-factly, stomping one leg onto the now empty bench, "You see, this is public property." He threw and elbow over his knee and pointed his index finger down at the bench, over emphasizing each of his movements in an almost taunting manner. These sort of action were really unnecessary, but if you don't want to get treated like an idiot then don't give an officer any lip.

"And that," he stressed out the word as he jutted his arm out and pointed his thumb at the establishment behind the bench, "Is a perfectly respectable establishment with an obvious no loitering sign!" It was only when he pointed at the store that he noticed something very off about the name of the place. It read Ye Olde Sex Shoppe.... Trying to keep ( ... )

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