Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2017 10:17:17 GMT
CASE 0: On The Beat...
"They always said I wouldn't be a good addition to the force, these sleaze bags ave their heads so far up their asses it isn't even funny. In a city so ridden with scum on every corner, they need a man with my kind of attitude, to not let grifters like these get away with it."
Hairy sat in the driver seat of his police issue cruiser, the vehicle modified to accommodate his size, this was less an offer by the station, but rather a demand by the man himself. When you have the rough side of a heater against your head you too would be more likely to comply wouldn't you? With a lit cigar hanging form the right side of his mouth he watched the road from the smaller side street the car lingered in, traffic duty was always a bore, but none knew what sort of jobbies might be running around.
"The night went like any other, they had placed me on a minor traffic patrol in the hood of West City. Parked by a local creep joint I began the steak out, it was quite the active night for the house, men came by the troves to get their pick-ups, poor saps never knew what was going to hit them later that night. Meanwhile my attention was drawn on a nearby dive, the place served eel juice all night and there was bound to be a knock over. I may have been on the beat, but the place was worth taking a dip if something was going to happen. It was a full bottle of hooker, but even with a pack of luckies that is just a light night for me..."
The rundown hood of West City was rather soar on the eyes, buildings of both capsule design and custom built sat half collapsed and some barely lit. The police car sat outside a three story building with most windows shaded and barely lit, various women stood out front, their attire less than acceptable by most standards. In the distance stood the bar, a neon light blinking what little life it still had to alert patrons of its twenty four hour service of alcohol. It wouldn't take long for the peeper's cruiser to sit itself in front of the establishment, while Hairy was small he could put down quite a bit of the juice himself, perhaps it was his biology. Taking a pack with him, he would return to the car with the box of cigarettes and bottle of whiskey. taking the occasional sip to quench himself.
"Much to my surprise the night went by rather calmly, the entire time had an odd air to it, almost foreboding, but not once did anything abnormal happen. Or perhaps I was never alerted of anything, but either way. I hope for more out of the next case I'm given."
Hairy sat across from the lead detective, going over the files for the night in question. Filling the reports was always Hairy's, and the rest of the building's, least favorite part of the week. It meant a long day of typing and just as long for the remainder of the building to deal with his smell. It was often why they gave him patrol. This however, was only a day in the life. What more could come next from this detective?
Hairy sat in the driver seat of his police issue cruiser, the vehicle modified to accommodate his size, this was less an offer by the station, but rather a demand by the man himself. When you have the rough side of a heater against your head you too would be more likely to comply wouldn't you? With a lit cigar hanging form the right side of his mouth he watched the road from the smaller side street the car lingered in, traffic duty was always a bore, but none knew what sort of jobbies might be running around.
"The night went like any other, they had placed me on a minor traffic patrol in the hood of West City. Parked by a local creep joint I began the steak out, it was quite the active night for the house, men came by the troves to get their pick-ups, poor saps never knew what was going to hit them later that night. Meanwhile my attention was drawn on a nearby dive, the place served eel juice all night and there was bound to be a knock over. I may have been on the beat, but the place was worth taking a dip if something was going to happen. It was a full bottle of hooker, but even with a pack of luckies that is just a light night for me..."
The rundown hood of West City was rather soar on the eyes, buildings of both capsule design and custom built sat half collapsed and some barely lit. The police car sat outside a three story building with most windows shaded and barely lit, various women stood out front, their attire less than acceptable by most standards. In the distance stood the bar, a neon light blinking what little life it still had to alert patrons of its twenty four hour service of alcohol. It wouldn't take long for the peeper's cruiser to sit itself in front of the establishment, while Hairy was small he could put down quite a bit of the juice himself, perhaps it was his biology. Taking a pack with him, he would return to the car with the box of cigarettes and bottle of whiskey. taking the occasional sip to quench himself.
"Much to my surprise the night went by rather calmly, the entire time had an odd air to it, almost foreboding, but not once did anything abnormal happen. Or perhaps I was never alerted of anything, but either way. I hope for more out of the next case I'm given."
Hairy sat across from the lead detective, going over the files for the night in question. Filling the reports was always Hairy's, and the rest of the building's, least favorite part of the week. It meant a long day of typing and just as long for the remainder of the building to deal with his smell. It was often why they gave him patrol. This however, was only a day in the life. What more could come next from this detective?