The Streets, Wednesday Morning [1/16]

[deputytothelaw]

Gene Hunt was on patrol, smoking as he walked. He was a walking stereotype, not that he knew it. He was ready to stop anyone suspicious, and talk to anyone who so much nodded at him.

He liked getting the job done, after all.

[ooc: Open!]

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[agreatthief]

Bela was on her way through the park after her class.

"My, my, my, but aren't you a little walking cliche,"

[ooc: Because I totally couldn't help myself]

[deputytothelaw]

"Is that so, girlie?" Gene said, taking a drag off his cigarette. "Didn't your mum teach you to say hello like a proper young lady?"

[agreatthief]

"That she did. Doesn't mean I have to listen."

[deputytothelaw]

"Where you from, anyway?" Gene said, pushing past that for now. "Because I keep hearing people like they're from back home, and we're supposed to be in the bloody States."