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poly_chromatic2012-04-25 03:29 pm
saidrepent) wrote in poly_chromatic2012-04-25 03:29 pm
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17∙00∙00 ☇ video + action.
[Maybe some people have noticed that the City has been short one timekeeper for the past few days, maybe not. Either way, he looks pretty shaken up when the camera switches on to show his face, and he's breathing heavily like he's just run a mile.]
Could somebody tell me... [He pauses, swallows, looks around; the camera shows enough of his surroundings to indicate he's near the fountain.] Someone tell me what day it is. Now. [And then he switches the feed off.
For those in the area, though, he isn't moving from his spot near the fountain anytime soon. His gun is out and set next to him, right next to his device, and when his face isn't in his hands, he's clutching tightly at a spot just above his left wrist. Whatever's going on, it looks as though he's had one hell of a bad day.]
( OOC: so, Raymond here was out of the City for the past few days for a canon update! for anyone familiar with his canon, he's now been taken from literally two seconds before he times out. for anyone who isn't . . . well, let's just say that's not a good place for him to be! )
Could somebody tell me... [He pauses, swallows, looks around; the camera shows enough of his surroundings to indicate he's near the fountain.] Someone tell me what day it is. Now. [And then he switches the feed off.
For those in the area, though, he isn't moving from his spot near the fountain anytime soon. His gun is out and set next to him, right next to his device, and when his face isn't in his hands, he's clutching tightly at a spot just above his left wrist. Whatever's going on, it looks as though he's had one hell of a bad day.]
( OOC: so, Raymond here was out of the City for the past few days for a canon update! for anyone familiar with his canon, he's now been taken from literally two seconds before he times out. for anyone who isn't . . . well, let's just say that's not a good place for him to be! )
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You need anything? I know the way back to your place. [In case the trip's disoriented him enough to forget.]
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I don't know. [But...] Sure. [Maybe just being there will be enough of a distraction.]
It's not far, is it? [That's as close as he's going to get to admitting he doesn't fully remember the way.]
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[It's a joke more about how non-exhausting it is to get there than any real intuition coming into play. He's unaware of how much footwork the guy's accomplished in his short absence. Of course if they have to take a cab they will. Either way Freddy gestures for Raymond to follow him.]
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You have no idea.
[It's only after he's gotten up to follow that Raymond remembers the gun left at his side. Fortunately it doesn't take much effort for him to put it back in the holster at his thigh, and that act alone provides a small distraction for him, even if he has to avoid looking at the digits on his arm.
Once that's done, he starts to follow Orange, his stride deliberate.]
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[Some are more memorable than others. With Raymond Freddy feels like he can talk about those kinds of things quite freely. The way he carries himself is noticeable too but in a way that Orange already feels suggests he shouldn't pry into it.]
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Both, by the end. [The end is what he particularly doesn't want to think about. Move along.] Maybe the longest one I've ever had.
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[If only they knew Boyle Heights is only a hop and skip away from Dayton's ghetto.] I had to tell all the vatos I was after a kiddy porn peddler to let my ass through, not a sureno motherfucker who snitched out anyway.
[True story.]
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In the ghetto, you might as well be dead if you're not a born runner. It takes more than what most timekeepers have to catch up to a Dayton crook if he decides to make a break for it. [More than what he had, in the end. No matter how close he came.]
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[Freddy whistles because hah Raymond's gear is black leather. Sure it's not quite the same as a kit belt and radio but having to sweat in that? Sounds chaffy.]
The hardest part for me wasn't even the run, man, it was getting my white brass ass in the clear.
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You have plenty of time to get used to it... The rookies don't have as much to worry about. You don't get the coat till you've got at least a few years knocked out.
[Then he turns to look at Orange.] You ever been shot behind enemy lines?
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[He waves a hand at Raymond's jacket because goddamn that is some Shaft shit right there. What else is it good for except to look like a bad mother--shut your mouth.]
Man I thought it was your personal touch.
[Orange is probably joking here. Maybe. At his next question though the comedy takes a backseat.] Kind of. Why.
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And, honestly, he wasn't expecting him to answer that question in the positive.] Because I can tell you firsthand there's nothing quite like being stranded in the middle of a bad neighborhood after some thief shoots you, steals your car, and leaves you with barely enough time to live.
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You don't look like you're missing anything.
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Not now, anyway... The first time I ended up in this city, [The time he just went back to,] that was the day it happened. [He lifts his right hand to tap the spot on his left shoulder, no longer marked by a worn bullet hole.] Right here.
[And that's strange, far too strange for him to really think about: as long as he's here, in this City, it's been so many months since that occurred, yet coming back now, it feels simultaneously like only days. He'd known about the time distortion since shortly after he first arrived here, but feeling it for himself is unsettling like nothing else — to think that so much time could pass here, and yet upon his return...
Well. The next time he returns, even if he could remember anything that occurred here, it wouldn't be as though he'd have the time for it. No time to think, to act, to do anything other than accept what the inevitable.
Fuck.
His expression hardens, turning even paler than he was before, and he pushes off to keep walking.]
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[He returns to just walking along Raymond's side, looking over where he indicates being shot. His left shoulder huh? Interesting, not ironic per se, but now he knows they share mirror wounds.]
I got one here. [He gestures at his own right shoulder then down to his stomach.] And here.
[It's probably pointless to ask the timekeeper if he's going to be okay so Orange keeps it to himself.]
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Of course, on second thought, this doesn't seem like exactly the best time to bring that up.]
How long have you been on the force? [He might have asked him this before; if so, there's a memory that's still a blur.]
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Six years? It'd be seven if it weren't for this place.
[Technically it's still seven, six years on the force and a year of unexpected 'special assignment' in this world, keeping an eye on Blonde, Pink, White to an extent. He has no idea the second they go back will be his last day on the force.]
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Either way, six years seems like a blink in the face of Raymond's fifty. For once, though, he isn't feeling in the mood or position to be derisive over it. Besides, it's a year longer than what Jaeger's had, and on further thought, he supposes that's a rather considerable time for someone who has to worry about aging.]
Shot twice in six years... Were you trying to go for a record?
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[He's not offended, not really. Being shot at and actually being shot are two different records and the higher the disproportionate rate the more impressive. It's no one else's business to know how he got shot, why he got shot, how it happened twice in the same day. Freddy's kind of content with himself that he can actually laugh about it, been over a whole goddamn year.]
I never lost a unit.
[If they're going to be comparing career fails. An officer getting shot is a risk that comes with the job, losing your department vehicle? Not so much.]
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Look, you have to be willing to go to any lengths to catch a dangerous perp. Even if it means wrecking a few cars.
[Except he didn't say anything about wrecking them earlier. Whoops.]
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[As in Orange empathizes with the sentiment, do whatever it takes to protect and serve, do whatever it takes to see the operation to its end. But from the look on Freddy's face it's obvious the guy doesn't 100% believe it was unavoidable in Raymond's case...cases.]
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I might be a reckless driver, but I'm sure as hell not a bad one. [Because clearly that's the most important thing at stake here.]
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[Orange shrugs, freckled hands up in a white flag gesture that's really no surrender at all. Heh heh heh.]
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Don't think you'd be so cocky if I had those wheels here in the City.
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[Easy to say when the bike is here and the car in question is not. Fff.]
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