I thought the world was Hell, untill I came here.
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
He was smoking. Drag in, breath out, cough a bit. He had never been a smoker before. He knew how much it ruined your skin, poisoned your breath and killed your lungs. But he just could not stop his shaking hands. He had tried closing his eyes, remembering what Jez had done to him after he had walked into the bedroom, but no matter how much he tried to remember what had happened, he only remembered being stabbed. And that part had to have been a nightmare, right? Except the pain of having bled to death had felt really real. But it had been a dream, luckly. he drew in a long drag, closing his eyes as he did, opening to see the big black dog (wolf?) on the other side of the road. He drew in a gasping breath, eyes dilating at it.
There it was again. Was the mutt following him?! Except... except then the dog had followed him into his apartment too. Staring at him, never speaking. Just staring, before padding away. Nathaniel had never had any supernatural beliefs but God damn he was getting pretty close to it. How the hell could it have gotten into his apartment then?
He blinked again, and it was gone. He jumped, swallowing hard, drawing a deep breath. And now he was stuck here. In this department, under the god damn arsehole Guv. Fan-bloody-tastc.
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
He was smoking. Drag in, breath out, cough a bit. He had never been a smoker before. He knew how much it ruined your skin, poisoned your breath and killed your lungs. But he just could not stop his shaking hands. He had tried closing his eyes, remembering what Jez had done to him after he had walked into the bedroom, but no matter how much he tried to remember what had happened, he only remembered being stabbed. And that part had to have been a nightmare, right? Except the pain of having bled to death had felt really real. But it had been a dream, luckly. he drew in a long drag, closing his eyes as he did, opening to see the big black dog (wolf?) on the other side of the road. He drew in a gasping breath, eyes dilating at it.
There it was again. Was the mutt following him?! Except... except then the dog had followed him into his apartment too. Staring at him, never speaking. Just staring, before padding away. Nathaniel had never had any supernatural beliefs but God damn he was getting pretty close to it. How the hell could it have gotten into his apartment then?
He blinked again, and it was gone. He jumped, swallowing hard, drawing a deep breath. And now he was stuck here. In this department, under the god damn arsehole Guv. Fan-bloody-tastc.