chocolate, pistachio and butter pecan with sprinkles and caramel
Story: Timeless { backstory | index }
Title: How Are The Mighty Fallen
Rating: PG
Challenge: Chocolate #10: awe, Pistachio #1: meeting, Butter Pecan #14: quiet
Toppings/Extras: caramel, sprinkles
Wordcount: 567
Summary: A new recruit at the policing space station of Matz 2.
Notes: Oh, sod it! It’s my ‘verse and this can happen if I want it to!
eta: this is possibly chopped nuts but I'm not going to officially put it like that... indulge me! XD
Hands deep in his pockets, Vinnie tramped through the silent space station with an unimpressed quirk in his brow. There had been nobody to greet him when his shuttle had arrived; he had been told by the bored driver to simply head straight down the corridor until he reached a desk. He couldn’t help but glance around himself through his square-rimmed sunglasses, hands thrust deep into the pockets of his battered jacket, feet making a hollow ringing against the floor. The carpet was so worn and scrubby that the metal beneath was easily audible. And, in places, visible.
The place was a dump: what else had he expected? Matz 2 was the place all decent coppers feared. It overlooked the most dangerous quadrant in space, filled with criminals and smugglers and pirates, and the space station itself was a rundown hovel-a poor excuse for a police station, long overdue a refit... but nobody cared about Matz 2.
Being sent there was something akin to punishment. The Solar Police Department sent all of their dregs there: the oddballs, the loose cannons, the misfits, the weirdos, the kids that screwed up big time.
Like him.
Suitcase dragging on the floor behind him, handle clasped in one hand, Vinnie continued to clump down the corridor until he finally reached a circular room which branched off into several other corridors: a nerve centre, as it were. In the middle of this room was a doughnut-shaped desk made of fake wood, cluttered and stuffed with trays and drawers and phones and two computers. The girl sat behind it had her hair dyed bubblegum pink and had gleaming braces across her teeth.
She didn’t look up from the book she was reading until Vinnie politely cleared his throat. Then she jerked to attention, giggling guiltily.
“Oh, hi!” she said. A shiny nameplate on the desk stated that she was called Peony West. “Sorry... who are you? I mean, how can I help you?”
“New recruit,” he said, letting go of his suitcase and reaching inside of his jacket to find those damning papers that stated for all to see that he, he of all people had been transferred to Matz 2. “The name’s Vinnie. Well, Vincent. But call me Vinnie.”
“OK,” Peony grinned cheerfully, taking the papers from his hands. “Let’s see... Vinnie-...”
He had been waiting for that. Her mouth snapped shut and her eyebrows-which hadn’t been dyed and were black-rose considerably. Here we go, he thought with an internal sigh.
“Vincent Blackledge-Walshe?” she said, voice suddenly quieter, peering up at him in something like awe.
“Yes,” he replied stoically.
“You mean... Blackledge-Walshe?”
“Yes,” Vinnie replied, “funnily enough.”
“But you...” Peony gaped at him for a few moments longer. “Your parents put the most dangerous criminal family in space away! They were two of the best investigators the Lunar Police Department ever had!”
“That’s right.”
“And your brother Felix... isn’t he one of the new Detective Inspectors of the Valetta branch of the LPD? The youngest they’ve ever had?”
“Mmm.” Oh, everybody mentioned Felix.
Peony ran a hand through her hair, putting his papers down in front of her and smoothing her opposite hand over them nervously.
“No offence, but... what’re you doing here? Matz 2 a place for freaks or total losers.”
“That,” Vinnie began, unable to help but smirk down towards his shoes, “is a long story.”
Title: How Are The Mighty Fallen
Rating: PG
Challenge: Chocolate #10: awe, Pistachio #1: meeting, Butter Pecan #14: quiet
Toppings/Extras: caramel, sprinkles
Wordcount: 567
Summary: A new recruit at the policing space station of Matz 2.
Notes: Oh, sod it! It’s my ‘verse and this can happen if I want it to!
eta: this is possibly chopped nuts but I'm not going to officially put it like that... indulge me! XD
Hands deep in his pockets, Vinnie tramped through the silent space station with an unimpressed quirk in his brow. There had been nobody to greet him when his shuttle had arrived; he had been told by the bored driver to simply head straight down the corridor until he reached a desk. He couldn’t help but glance around himself through his square-rimmed sunglasses, hands thrust deep into the pockets of his battered jacket, feet making a hollow ringing against the floor. The carpet was so worn and scrubby that the metal beneath was easily audible. And, in places, visible.
The place was a dump: what else had he expected? Matz 2 was the place all decent coppers feared. It overlooked the most dangerous quadrant in space, filled with criminals and smugglers and pirates, and the space station itself was a rundown hovel-a poor excuse for a police station, long overdue a refit... but nobody cared about Matz 2.
Being sent there was something akin to punishment. The Solar Police Department sent all of their dregs there: the oddballs, the loose cannons, the misfits, the weirdos, the kids that screwed up big time.
Like him.
Suitcase dragging on the floor behind him, handle clasped in one hand, Vinnie continued to clump down the corridor until he finally reached a circular room which branched off into several other corridors: a nerve centre, as it were. In the middle of this room was a doughnut-shaped desk made of fake wood, cluttered and stuffed with trays and drawers and phones and two computers. The girl sat behind it had her hair dyed bubblegum pink and had gleaming braces across her teeth.
She didn’t look up from the book she was reading until Vinnie politely cleared his throat. Then she jerked to attention, giggling guiltily.
“Oh, hi!” she said. A shiny nameplate on the desk stated that she was called Peony West. “Sorry... who are you? I mean, how can I help you?”
“New recruit,” he said, letting go of his suitcase and reaching inside of his jacket to find those damning papers that stated for all to see that he, he of all people had been transferred to Matz 2. “The name’s Vinnie. Well, Vincent. But call me Vinnie.”
“OK,” Peony grinned cheerfully, taking the papers from his hands. “Let’s see... Vinnie-...”
He had been waiting for that. Her mouth snapped shut and her eyebrows-which hadn’t been dyed and were black-rose considerably. Here we go, he thought with an internal sigh.
“Vincent Blackledge-Walshe?” she said, voice suddenly quieter, peering up at him in something like awe.
“Yes,” he replied stoically.
“You mean... Blackledge-Walshe?”
“Yes,” Vinnie replied, “funnily enough.”
“But you...” Peony gaped at him for a few moments longer. “Your parents put the most dangerous criminal family in space away! They were two of the best investigators the Lunar Police Department ever had!”
“That’s right.”
“And your brother Felix... isn’t he one of the new Detective Inspectors of the Valetta branch of the LPD? The youngest they’ve ever had?”
“Mmm.” Oh, everybody mentioned Felix.
Peony ran a hand through her hair, putting his papers down in front of her and smoothing her opposite hand over them nervously.
“No offence, but... what’re you doing here? Matz 2 a place for freaks or total losers.”
“That,” Vinnie began, unable to help but smirk down towards his shoes, “is a long story.”