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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Feb 7, 2020 1:27:35 GMT -5
Hazel raised her brow as she looked TJ over.
From a younger, conventional stance, she could see how he might be handsome in the eye of the beholder, with his blonde hair - accompanied by natural brown streaks that if they had been lighter in color, Hazel would’ve called them highlights, but as they were darker, they were more like darklights, was that an actually thing? - blue eyes, lean and tall build, and over all, decent features.
But even if Hazel planted her feet firmly in the mind of a younger version of herself, she just couldn’t see him as attractive.
Then again, she had always struggled with that.
Like sure, she had been married and had three kids and all, but she hadn’t married Patrick because she was attracted to him, she had married him because they both wanted to spite his mother and both their best friends - Kiana and Keith - had been together - and overly, disgustingly, mushy to boot - at the time, there hadn’t been any real attraction there.
Still, she supposed there had to be since they got three kids out of that marriage.
”...Sorry Tortie, I guess I just don’t see it,” Hazel admitted with a small shrug.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Feb 7, 2020 1:46:15 GMT -5
“Oh, yes, you’re clearly totally fine,” Val said sarcastically after Norman hurt his foot by putting all his weight on it.
She was still a little concerned that he was hurt, especially if in his typical Norman way he was going to keep making it worse just to prove a point. But she couldn’t do anything about it. Norman just didn’t listen. At least he had a partner and wasn’t on his own with his injury working cases. Roswell could do all the stuff Norman couldn’t right now.
She watched with both exasperation and a little amusement as Norman ate an entire snack from the table without even breaking eye contact. She really shouldn’t have expected anything different from him at this point to be honest. And it was true that Val probably would have done the same, given that she was always inevitably drawn in by competition. She and Norman had that in common and so they both particularly enjoyed the New Years heists. And things like the arrest numbers bet. If there was some kind of bet or competition, it was inevitably Val or Norman who’d come up with it.
When he asked about TJ, Val again cast a glance in Kaminski’s direction.
“He’s a very good detective,” Val responded “wouldn’t have solved that case nearly as quickly without him.”
Of course, Val was accustomed to working alone, which usually meant she took a little longer on cases. It affected things, not having a partner to bounce ideas off or to help you come up with ideas. Or course, if it was a big case or it was dangerous Hazel always made sure she took a partner, just grabbing whoever was free in the precinct. But mostly she worked on her own. Unless a pair of partners in the precinct were having an argument, at which point one would almost always tag along with Val and irritate the hell out of her for a day or two.
“Terrified of my motorbike,” she commented “but he seems like a good guy. Has a sense of humour. He’ll fit in well around here.”
She was careful not to say anything more than that. If she gave away anything about the fact that she liked him the rest of the detectives would never leave her alone about it. Besides, she didn’t think romance with a colleague was a good idea. It never ended well.
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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 7, 2020 3:11:06 GMT -5
She couldn’t see it? How could Hazel not see the natural beauty that was TJ? Sure, it would be weird for somebody as old as Hazel to be attracted to TJ, but there was a difference between being attracted and then noticing that somebody was attractive. Maybe Hazel was just trying to cover herself up and make it seem like she couldn’t notice how perfect their new coworker was; Tortie could see that happening. It made sense. Not everybody was as open about those things as some people were.
Tortie gave her boss a wink and a quick finger gun. ”I get it, I get it.” A smirk pulled at her lips as she spoke, a mischievous glint dancing in her mix-matched eyes. ”You just don’t want to admit it. That’s okay, not everybody can be truthful about those things, but you can tell me. It’ll be between us, two friends bonding over mutually agreeing that the new guy is hot. If you don’t want to, that’s cool too, but…” She trailed off, looking at Hazel and expecting her to pick up where Tortie had left off and admit that TJ was a beautiful work of human art.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Feb 7, 2020 3:13:48 GMT -5
Norman gave a small, huffy nod in agreement. ”That’s right, I’m totally fine, I’m as fine as they come, I’m so fine that people pay to drink me...because I’m so fine....like fine wine.” You lost yourself a little bit there, buddy.
Not feeling the need to dig himself into an even bigger hole of obvious denial than he was already in, Norman put his plate down, folded his arms, and frowned - pouted really - as he watched the others. ”I’d be even more fine if we got Capella to talk...” He muttered under his breath. Norman knew that there was more to this whole thing than he had originally thought; the pigs, the jewels, the gang implications, it was all way too much to sum up as a big coincidence. Something was going on and Gail Capella was their ticket to figuring out what, the only problem was that he was staying quiet, no matter what they did.
His frown thickened as he tuned Val out once she started to describe the new guy, far too lost in his own thoughts to hear what she was saying.
Capella....
Capella...
Where had he heard that name before?
Then, as if fireworks had gone off in his head, a realization came crashing down on him like an avalanche.
He jumped to his feet, too caught up in the adrenaline of his discovery to care about the pain. ”Roswell, I gotta talk to Roswell,” he muttered under his breath, looking around until he spotted his partner, and as soon as he did, he picked up his plate again and started off towards him, pausing for a moment as another thought came to him and he diverted direction towards his desk instead. ”It-was-nice-chatting-Val-but-I-gotta-go-I’ll-talk-to-you-later,” he excused himself hurriedly, words meshing together as he made a b-line towards his desk.
Quickly, he grabbed a bunch of files from his desk and started back right towards Roswell, grabbing him by the arm as soon as he was close enough, gripping the files close to his chest and holding the plate of snacks in his other hand.
”Come on, we need to talk,” Norman told him and attempted to drag him off to somewhere quieter without a further explanation.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Feb 7, 2020 3:24:55 GMT -5
Hazel could tell that there really was no getting through to Tortie, Hazel had known her long enough to know that the eccentric woman was not so easily persuaded against her own opinion, regardless of what the topic was. Letting out a sigh, she straightened up and shrugged. ”Well, I guess he’s a strapping young man, one any mother would be happy to boast about,” she agreed, though that wasn’t exactly what Tortie was talking about in the first place.
”However, Ms Tortie, I’m afraid you might have to steer your eyes somewhere else, I was observing him earlier and I have a feeling he’s got his heart set on someone else,” she told her assistant with a sly smile. Most likely, this would be enough to steer Tortie off the topic of TJ’s attractiveness and more on the topic of wanting answers on his potential - and hopeful - love life.
Of course, Hazel didn’t want to cause the new guy any stress, so she’d have to be rather selective over what she agreed to share, but a little gossip with Tortie had never hurt anyone before...or rather, yet, plus anything would be better than their previous conversation.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Feb 7, 2020 3:47:24 GMT -5
After Norman commented about needing to get Capella to talk, Val had been about to offer her services. She had the ability to be pretty scary if she wanted to, which was handy in interviews. She was excellent at good cop/bad cop. Well, the bad cop part, anyway.
But before she could do so, she watched as Norman’s face seemed to light up in realisation, and he said he needed to talk to Roswell. His goodbye was rushed, but this wasn’t anything Valentina wasn’t used to. Working in a place like this, it wasn’t unusual for a conversation to get interrupted by someone getting an epiphany on a case. Val had done it herself, in fact, plenty of times. And as one of the brightest detectives in the precinct, it wasn’t uncommon for Norman to do this either.
“Uh... bye?” had been the only reply she’d been able to get in before he was gone, grabbing some files from his desk and pulling Roswell away to chat.
The woman would probably head onto the dance floor soon, but for the moment she watched as Hazel spoke to Tortie.
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Callie had been tearing it up on the dance floor, if she did say so herself, when she caught sight of Hazel talking to Tortie. The sly smile on Hazel’s face was one Callie had seen before; that specific smile meant gossip, some juicy tidbit about someone in the precinct. Which was way more interesting than dancing and of course meant that she headed straight over there with her own smile, just in time to hear Hazel saying something about someone having their heart set on someone else. She obviously meant TJ, since there was nobody else in the office that was new, and she knew what Tortie thought about everyone else in the precinct in terms of attractiveness.
“Ooh, the new guy has a crush already?” Callie said excitedly, inserting herself into the conversation “that was quick! You gotta tell us who”
Now, if TJ was straight, it could only be Cat or Val since he wasn’t into Callie, or at least she was pretty sure he wasn't. And since it wasn’t Tortie, otherwise Hazel wouldn’t have said what she said. And it wasn’t Hazel either, because Hazel would never say that, knowing Tortie liked TJ, if TJ actually liked her. That’d be kind of mean. But he might not be straight, of course, which left pretty much the entire precinct as an option. All Callie knew was that she wanted to know; you can’t just tell half a piece of gossip and not reveal the juiciest part!
She loved that Hazel wasn’t afraid to gossip, and in fact she did so a lot with Tortie. And Tortie always gossiped with Callie, so inevitably the information always got to her too. The precinct wasn’t a great place to have a secret, everyone always found out eventually.
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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 7, 2020 13:18:48 GMT -5
Tortie couldn’t stop herself from snorting in amusement at Hazel’s comment. Once again the captain was avoiding the actual reason behind the whole conversation and twisting it in such a way that she didn’t have to outright admit that TJ was an attractive guy. But that was okay, Tortie could keep the conversation on track and she could eventually break Hazel down into admitting the truth. ”Oh, I’m totally going to boast about him when I have him calling me mommy.” She had to admit, she was extremely proud of that one. That was one she’d have to write down and make sure to never forget it even when she was ancient and her brain couldn’t remember things as clearly.
What Hazel said next was not what Tortie had expected or wanted to hear. That one statement was a soul crushing, heart breaking sentence that had Tortie clutching at her chest in a different manner than she had earlier. This time it was more along the lines of gasping for breath, trying to get her lungs to work after shock had stopped them. In her heartbreak she reached over to the snack table and grabbed one of the cups, immediately bringing it to her lips and screaming into it to muffle the noise; it probably didn’t muffle it that much, but hey, at least Tortie had thought about keeping the sound somewhat quiet.
As soon as she got the scream out she dropped the cup into the floor and followed, curling up like some kind of pathetic armadillo in the floor. ”That can’t be true!” She cried. ”He’s supposed to like me! My son needs a dad, my future children need a dad! Who else am I supposed to marry and live to the ripe old age of 35 with?” It wasn’t long before Callie showed up, and instantly Tortie was scrambling over to her friend, grabbing her by the leg and looking up at her like some sort of lost, scared puppy. ”Callie! My romantic future is ruined! I’m gonna die alone, or maybe I’ll die in some weird nursing home with you as my roommate, but I want somebody to romantically die with, not just platonically,” she whined, making way more of a scene about this whole thing then she really needed to.
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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 7, 2020 13:19:08 GMT -5
Parties had never been Roswell’s thing. He didn’t mind them, and he knew how to handle himself if he ever found himself at one, but he would never be found at a party if he could get away with it. A work party wasn’t that bad, though. They were always more tame than typical parties, or as tame as a work party could be when both Tortie and Callie were involved. So far the most Roswell had to handle was Tortie trying to eat all the snacks, and while he hadn’t accomplished anything, he had been saved when Hazel came over to get the attention of his cousin.
It wasn’t long until he was roped into something else himself.
Having not expected Norman to show up as he did, Roswell jumped when his partner took him by the arm and started to try and drag him away. Confusion was apparent on his face as he followed after Norman. ”What’s going on?” He asked worriedly. This definitely seemed serious and he wanted to know why exactly Norman was in such a rush to get somewhere a bit more private to talk to him.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Feb 7, 2020 13:50:47 GMT -5
Hazel squinted as she looked at Tortie, staying quiet for a good long while after her comment.
Finally, she leaned her head back and hollered over at N. ”Hey N, sign Tortie up for the next harassment training class!” She told the sergeant and took a small step back to watch as Tortie and Callie started to talk amongst themselves.
She loved Tortie like a daughter.
An eccentric, pizzazz-y daughter with an almost uncomfortably high libido, but a daughter nonetheless.
Even still, Tortie did need to learn a little bit about what was and wasn’t acceptable in the workplace, and Hazel could only hope that maybe she eventually would.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Feb 7, 2020 14:09:49 GMT -5
Norman didn’t answer Roswell at first, instead he started down the hallway, past the interrogation room and down into the evidence room, as soon as he was in there, he shove the arms full of files and his plate of snacks towards Roswell. ”Hold this,” he instructed, pausing for a second as a thought came to him. ”...Don’t eat any of the snacks, I’ll know if you do,” he told him pointed before diving back into his whole search.
Running it through his head, Norman began to search through the evidence locked away in here, muttering quietly under his breath as he looked through it all, stopping once he found the box he was looking for.
”Where is it...” He muttered, flicking through the files until he found the one he was looking for and let out a victorious laugh and he pulled it out, flickered through it, and hurried back over to Roswell to grab one of the files he had given him, sitting on the floor with both the old and the new files until he found what he was looking for.
”There!”
Norman presses his finger against the cold paper of the file as he looked back up at Roswell and smiled. ”I knew the name Capella had sounded familiar, but I couldn’t place it until now,” he explained and lifted up the file to show a picture of a young man that looked identical to Gail, just a few years younger and hair a different color. ”Roswell, meet Flint Cape, he died three years ago, the only eye witness? A man by the name of Gail Capella,” he started and flipped to a different picture, one of a far different looking man, with a tall, muscular build and ebony black hair, nothing like the guy they had encountered yesterday.
Norman paused for a minute to hold up the newest file, with an updated picture of the man in question, holding it up for Roswell to see.
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Post by CreamCrow on Feb 8, 2020 1:01:44 GMT -5
OoC ::
Large apologies for this taking so long, got into a bit of a rut on writing :(
IC ::
Aha, his new partner. He didn't look all that bad, which was an absolute plus side. Sure, Jules wouldn't have held anything against the guy if he wasn't, but he was now fairly certain they could probably rise the ranks as the most attractive pair of detectives in the precinct. Sure, Jules already considered himself fairly high in the first place, but it never hurt to have another pretty person working beside him.
Of course, the entire precinct was unreasonable pretty. Like, generally the likelihood that a bunch of pretty people all worked together was unlikely. And yet, here they all were as fascinatingly great-looking people. TJ was another one joining this entire situation! But the plus side for Jules was that they were partnered up, and now Jules could actually be in the running again for the competition of prettiest partnership. See, he didn't have a partner for a good bit of time now, and was therefore invalidated there, which was a shame. But hey, he was back in now!
Still, he was ready to introduce himself, but Cat beat him to it. With a charming little smile and outreaching her hand, "Hi TJ! I'm Catriona Lachat, pleasure to make your acquaintance! But, you can just call me Cat," she greeted. Though, Jules would like to say introducing herself as Catriona first with a, call me Cat, was unfair given her name's complicated history. Honestly, Jules couldn't really fathom calling her Catriona given how long he's known her.
Jumping in before Cat chose to introduce himself to TJ, he said, "Julius Anthony Balcazar, but given that's long and boring, I prefer Jules. Look at us with a bunch of nicknames. Actually, I think people with nicknames actually overrules people without still." It was a 6:4 amount of people with nicknames : people without. Sure, before it was a 5:4 amount, but now the entire team was complete.
"Anyhow," he continued, "I'm flattered, thank you. Although, though it might not compare to how good I pull it off, I'm fairly certain you wouldn't look bad in something like this." He gave TJ a wink before continuing with the train of thought, because why would he stop, "Though I wouldn't be adverse to seeing you in a skirt. I can supply if you're serious about that," he made mention. Although, basis on that already, Jules had decided he liked TJ. He would absolutely fight to keep him the precinct officially. A lack of judgement? Wonderful, beautiful, he was already a blessing to this place. Confirmation b99 was the best place around.
Cat laughed. "Well, Jules does have those available. Still, I'm glad to see I'm not alone in this either, some of us have to be on a less exotic wavelength than the others, I'm just glad I'm not alone. Newsies?"
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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 8, 2020 1:04:34 GMT -5
N hadn’t expected many people to speak with him during the party. He wasn’t exactly the life of one, and he typically avoided them when he could, but he wasn’t about to be that person that deliberately missed a welcoming party to their newest member of the team. Besides, N wanted to be there to support Kaminski. He seemed like a good kid so far, and the sergeant wanted to keep him around for as long as they could.
He turned his attention to Hazel when she called out to him. He was unable to hold back a sigh when he heard what she wanted him to do. He already had an answer for her without even needing to check the sign up sheet for that particular training class. ”She’s already signed up for that one...and the next four after that.” At this point it was just easier to sign Tortie up for them in advance. She was going to do or say something that would land her back into harassment training no matter what, so why give her the benefit of the doubt at this point? If she was going to learn then she would have by now.
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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 8, 2020 1:04:53 GMT -5
Roswell had no idea what was going on, but he assumed it was pretty urgent and important for Norman to be taking him down to the evidence room when they were supposed to be having a relaxing, fun time at a party. His concern grew the longer Norman didn’t answer his question, but he didn’t ask it again, hoping that his partner would just give him an answer eventually.
He took the files and snack tray when it was shoved over to him, nodding in understanding. ”The snacks are safe with me, I won’t take a single bite.” He would be lying if he said it wasn’t a little bit tempting to take a snack or two off the plate, but he held himself back from doing as such. He had a pretty high metabolism and could often be found snacking throughout the day, but he wasn’t like Tortie where she had no self control. Roswell actually had some semblance of restraint.
Roswell watched in silence as Norman began to search for something in particular. It was in that moment when the taller detective realized that this was about the Gail case that had nearly done them both in.
See, had had kinda figured that there was a bit more to that whole case than just stolen jewels when Gail had threatened to kill them. A petty thief wouldn’t typically threaten murder and then actually go through with it - or attempt it in their case. Roswell hadn’t put much thought into it, especially since he had just been happy to get out of that mess alive and with an arrest under his belt, but now it really was becoming clearer that something more was going on with Gail than first expected.
For a silent minute Roswell looked at the picture Norman held up for him to see. Finally, a response slipped off his tongue in the form of a question, ”Do you think he was just an eye witness and not the one to kill this Flint Cape guy?”
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Feb 8, 2020 2:09:01 GMT -5
“Hey,” Callie responded “there are worse people to die with; I’m hot.”
She offered Tortie a hand to pull her to her feet. Tortie and Callie had kind of gone out together for a while about a year ago. It had been fun, but very chaotic; they were good as friends but didn’t pair well together as a couple. Kind of a fire-meets-fire situation. They were both much better this way, and they’d been back to normal for a long time now, long enough that they were fine to give one another romantic advice.
“Don’t worry,” Calle encouraged “there are plenty more sexy fish in the sea.”
But now the blonde turned her attention to the Captain, excitement in her eyes. She was so excited by this piece of gossip she was practically bouncing up and down on her heels.
“So who is it, Captain Wynn?” Callie asked “who does Tortie have to kill to remove her rival for TJ’s affections?”
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Val had just finished a drink when the song changed. She had Brel planning on getting on the dance floor, and this seemed as good a time as any.
She’d learned a lot of dance as a kid; focussing on ballet, but a lot of other styles too. She’d hated learning, hadn’t wanted to do it at all but hadn’t really been given much choice by her parents. They were all about propriety, posture. The kind of parents who’d had her walking with books on her head. Dance had been another skill they could give her, and it would improve her posture to boot.
Despite hating dancing as a kid, she did kind of love it now. Not ballet, though, she still hated that. But she didn’t often dance in public, or in front of her coworkers. But it was a party, the music was good, and she’d learned from 1920s dances when she was younger.
And that was how Val found herself in the dance floor doing the only 20s dance she knew that didn’t require a partner; the Charleston.
And despite worrying that she’d hate it or feel stupid dancing in front of people, it felt good. She was enjoying herself. And besides, it was a dance floor, she wasn’t the only one there. It wasn’t like everyone was watching.
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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 8, 2020 3:00:00 GMT -5
Tortie was too devastated at the news of TJ that she didn’t even hear Hazel holler over at N to tell him to add her to the next training class. Anything that wasn’t TJ related or related to her meltdown went right over her head and into the unknown, never to be seen or heard of again.
Even if she hadn’t heard anything that Hazel had said, she had focused in on what Callie had said. She did have a point, and Tortie would enthusiastically admit that Callie was very hot. She wouldn’t have dated her if she wasn’t. Their fling had only ended about a year ago, and while it had been a lot of fun while it lasted, it just hadn’t been a permanent thing. Tortie still loved Callie, but those feelings of love were more plantonic than romantic, and it had taken dating Callie to realize that. There were obviously no hard feelings between the two, and they had been able to bounce back pretty quickly after the break up. Even now Tortie considered the other woman her best friend and she didn’t think anything could ever change that. ”Yeah, yeah, you’re right,” she admitted, reaching up to take Callie’s hand and pull herself back up to her feet. ”You’re hot enough to die with at least.”
A sigh slipped from her lips at Callie’s next comment. She leaned against her friend, slumping over slightly to put a bit more of her weight on Callie than holding herself up. ”I guess, but it hurts so much to have one right in front of you and he doesn’t even take the bait! Do I need to try something else to get him to love me back?” She looked at Callie, copper and blue eyes wide and hopeful that Callie would have an answer; however, the wide eyed look and the hope only lasted for so long.
At the mention of killing somebody for TJ’s affections, her eyes narrowed and the hope was replaced with a hard glint of determination. ”Listen, I know more ways than you think on how to kill somebody and hide their body. I’ll do it, I’ll kill for him.” Not something anybody should say around anybody who worked in any branch of law enforcement, but when did Tortie ever care about the dos and don’ts of her workplace?
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Feb 8, 2020 3:54:14 GMT -5
So far, so good TJ.
It was important to make a good impression on all the other detectives - and everyone in the precinct for that matter - but it’s was especially important to make a good impression on his new partner.
Especially since...they hadn’t always gone so well.
TJ thought back to his second to last transfer.
Precinct 85.
Over all the precinct had been fine, he worked alongside a decent enough detective by the name of Darcy Atwaters, she was...well in a lot of ways, she kind of reminded him of Detective Walters, except also not quite. Darcy and TJ hadn’t ever really clicked.
...Especially because on his first day on the job, he had accidentally killed her pet duck.
After that...well after that, Detective Atwaters and him hadn’t really gotten along.
It was...hard to come back from killing a beloved pet duck on his very first day.
It had been an accident, obviously, TJ would never have harmed an animal on purpose.
Yet...somehow he had still been able to make it worse.
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There TJ stood in the midst of all the chaos, the duck lying limp in his arms, tongue lolling out of its lifeless beak as he stood, awkwardly shuffling his feet, and then, trying to make things a little better, he looked over to his fuming partner, smiled, offered the duck to her, and said: “well, who wants dinner?”
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He...he hadn’t ever really recovered from that.
Sometimes when he slept he could still hear the duck’s dying quacks echoing in his mind, honestly he was almost positive that Quackers was haunting him to this day and he didn’t blame that duck one bit.
Shaking his head slightly to clear it of the horrible memory, he nodded along to what Cat and Jules said.
”Id take you up on that skirt offer, it’s been awhile since I’ve worn a skirt, but the last time I did, I think I looked alright in it,” he explained with a smile, glancing back over to Jules’ outfit.
A flapper dress on the other hand...something told TJ that he wouldn’t look that good in one of those.
Turning his attention back to Cat, he nodded, grinning as he reached for his suspenders again. ”Yep! I’m ready to go out there and sell some papers,” he explained triumphantly.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Feb 8, 2020 4:05:19 GMT -5
Nodding in appreciation, Hazel sent N a thumbs up of approval.
Honestly it was probably for the best to just have Tortie attend all the classes.
Keep it fresh in her mind.
Looking back to Callie and Tortie, Hazel gave a sly smile, placing her hands on the table as she leaned back. ”Sorry ladies, I’m afraid I can’t tell you that, knowing you two, you’ll bombard Kaminski with the kind of trouble that’ll land both of you with a complaint from HR,” she retorted with ease.
Hazel may enjoy gossip, gossip that often got shared with Tortie, who then shared it with Callie, who...probably shared it with others as well since that was kind of the whole point of gossip, however she still wanted TJ to feel comfortable in the precinct, she liked the guy and he had some real potential lying underneath all those layers of a goofy, accident prone exterior - she had read his file, obviously - and Hazel wanted the 99 to be his chance to really break out of his shell and unlock his true potential, like the ninjas from ninjago...her youngest son had enjoyed the LEGO show in his youth, so Hazel had put in the effort to learn about it, just for the record.
Callie and Tortie might get in the way of that if they started to bombard him.
Hazel would rather prevent that, if possible.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Feb 8, 2020 4:14:09 GMT -5
Norman furrowed his brow, deep in thought.
He put the files back down and made a grab for his plate, shoving one of the treats into his mouth as he crossed his legs and sat on the dirty floor of the evidence room, probably looking like some kind of child that was trying to solve a really hard puzzle that actually only had like five pieces and was really obvious where they all went, not that puzzles had ever been used for Norman, even in his youth, however this...
This did confuse him slightly.
”Hmm, I don’t know, I’m thinking...” Norman paused to lift the files up again, looking at Flint Cape from the first file, and then back to Gail Capella in the second. ”I don’t think Flint ever actually died,” he started tentatively. ”I think Gail is Flint and he faked his death,” Norman continued and showed the pictures back to Roswell, tapping a finger across the picture of “Gail” from before. ”Which means this isn’t Gail, and whoever he is, I think he’s connected to everything else,” Norman explained and got back up to his feet, looking at Roswell.
”In any case, I think our journey with Gail is far from over, and I’m pretty sure, we found something that just might get him to talk,” he explained, a fire igniting in his emerald green eyes.
Something wasn’t adding up here, this case was far from over.
But maybe, with this new evidence, they’d be able to figure it out.
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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 8, 2020 13:08:23 GMT -5
Roswell wasn't in detective mode right now. His brain wasn't turned on to focus on work. His brain was focused on enjoying the party and getting through it, and if he was already a failure when it came to figuring cases out when work mode was switched on in his brain, he was an absolute idiot when it came to doing anything work related when his mind was shut off from that. He wouldn't be any help to Norman at all right now, but this seemed rather big. He could at least try, and trying was all somebody could ask for, right? He hoped so.
He listened to what Norman had to say, soaking in all the information about this case that he could. If Norman was right then Gail wasn't actually Gail, he was Flint, and Flint had faked his death to become Gail. That wasn't so hard to understand, Roswell was able to follow along with that so far.
This case had certainly evolved into something more, and while Roswell knew there was no way he'd be able to solve it in the long run, it was Norman's fiery determination to solve this case that gave Roswell a rush of hope that maybe he could at least do something that would help. He wouldn't give up just yet. Even with that, he couldn't put together a serious sentence to say, and instead what he replied with was, "Man, this is really starting to sound like some cool detective movie plot. You're the cool and capable one, I'm the sidekick with maybe half a brain cell. The crime will get solved and then everybody lives happy until there's a sequel." If there was a sequel, but Roswell felt like a movie with Norman in it would get enough sales for the producers to pitch a second movie.
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Post by CreamCrow on Feb 9, 2020 0:55:21 GMT -5
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Cat gave him two little thumbs up, "That's awesome."
Meanwhile, Jules brightened up even further if possible. Oh yeah, this kid was a keeper and if Jules had anything to say about it, he would stay in this precinct for forever. What better to do than to announce it to the precinct- well, technically the captain, but point stood.
"Hazel," Jules called out, "I don't care what you say or think, we're keeping him! Forever preferably!" Turning his attention back to TJ, he'd figure he'd ask, "Hey, how are you with physical contact, cause I officially want to welcome you in with a hug now."
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Feb 9, 2020 2:51:20 GMT -5
Maybe it was due to the intensity of the discovery, or the fact that here they were, dressed in 1820s and 1920s style costumes, hiding away in the evidence room, unraveling a potential conspiracy, or maybe Roswell was just plain funny, but no matter what the cause was here, as soon as Roswell compared them to a cool detective movie hero and sidekick duo, Norman stared at him blankly for a couple moments and then...
He laughed.
It wasn’t a laugh he was proud of, considering it was a gross, snort like, down right giggly laugh that was usually reserved for the times he was in the confinements of his own home, where he could laugh without running the risk of being mocked.
However, it was a laugh nonetheless.
It was funny because it was true.
This felt exactly like something that would happen in a detective show or a movie, or some dumb online roleplay.
So having Roswell point that out was just...
Funny.
Grinning, Norman slowly stopped laughing and shook his head lightly. ”I hate that you’re right, but you are, we’ve entered the first few scenes of our very own buddy cop movie,” he declared lightheartedly.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Feb 10, 2020 2:32:27 GMT -5
”I recommend stalking him on social media,” Callie had suggested to Tortie “find out what he likes, what he doesn’t like. Pretend you have a ton in common. It works every time.”
When Tortie got the whole murder idea into her head, Callie couldn’t help but smile.
“Oh, honey, I know,” she responded “you could kill us all if you wanted. But you’re not allowed to kill me, those are the rules.”
There were not actually any rules Calliope was referring to here, but she thought there should be one. They were best friends, after all; it felt fair to have a no-kill rule implied there. Of course, it was against the rules to kill anyone, at least if you thought of the law are more than just a suggestion. But since when had a little thing like the law stopped Callie or Tortie?
The blonde pouted when the captain refused to tell them who it was TJ liked.
“Oh, boo!” Callie exclaimed “we’re in HR all the time anyway.”
This is true; she and Tortie were actually on a first-name basis with Tim from HR. Callie would have to ask how his daughter’s recital went the next time she was down there.
“But fine, you want to respect TJ’s privacy,” Callie shrugged “but now you’ve just basically challenged us to figure out who it is.”
There was no way either woman was going to let this go; Callie and Tortie had a personal mission now. And Callie was a trained detective, and with the help of Tortie’s intuition and murdering skills they’d get to the bottom of this mystery before long.
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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 10, 2020 23:49:35 GMT -5
For a moment there Roswell worried that Norman wouldn’t enjoy the comment as much as Roswell had. He hadn’t been able to help it, it was just something that had sorta slipped out, but he wasn’t that far from the truth. This was literally starting to sound like some kind of detective movie that would either get a large fanbase or a very small, obscure one.
Relief washed over him when Norman reacted positively to the comment, his laugh causing Roswell to give one of his own. ”If anything that means we’ll solve this case. Good guys always win in the movies,” Roswell pointed out, pretty sure that they were the good guys all things considered.
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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 10, 2020 23:49:54 GMT -5
Stalking him on social media… She could do that. It wouldn’t be the first time she had looked somebody up online.
Or she could just murder everybody and make sure she was the only person TJ had. That sounded easier than stalking him and hoping he realized who his true soulmate was. Though Callie was right, she wouldn’t kill her best friend. At least her best friend would realize that TJ was off limits and he was Tortie’s man.
There was a bubble of frustration that popped up when Hazel wouldn’t tell them who TJ seemed to have eyes for. There was also a bit of betrayal. Hazel always told Tortie things, so why wasn’t she now? ”Come on, you can tell us!” The young woman whined, looking at her boss with wide, pleading eyes. ”I just need to know.” She needed to know so she could sneak into that person’s house at night and get rid of them first. It was a foolproof plan and nobody would ever expect Tortie of a thing. ”I mean, I’ll find out, just you wait and see, but it’s just in everybody’s best interest if you tell us now,” Tortie replied, sending a pointed look toward Hazel as she waited for the captain’s response.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Feb 11, 2020 0:55:04 GMT -5
Shaking her head at Tortie and Callie, Hazel folded her arms. ”I already told you that I’m not going to tell you and if I catch either of you two harassing TJ about this or anything else, you’ll have to answer to me, you hear? I don’t want you two causing any problems for him, he’s had a hard enough time at his old precincts, I want this one to be a bad experience too,” she stated, giving each of them a very pointed look.
The kind of look that told them that should they cross her, or go against what she said, they’d have to deal with a more strict captain.
Honestly it was probably similar to the type of warning glare a mom gave her kids, a silent way of telling them that if they stepped out of line, they were getting put in time out, or worse: grounded.
Hazel didn’t enjoy being strict on her detectives - or assistant - but she did have to prove herself a reasonably respected captain at some point.
Meanwhile, TJ was blissfully unaware of the current conversation going on about him, evident by him chatting happily with Jules and Cat.
Speaking of Jules...
As the detective spoke up, Hazel lifted her head and smiled over at him. ”I’m glad you’re getting along, I’d like to keep him here as well,” she said and nodded in approval to TJ.
TJ beamed in response, cheeks going pink at the positivity.
Grabbing a cup from the refreshments table, Hazel filled it with punch. ”Which, on that note, if I can get everyone’s attention for a moment-“ she started, waiting for everyone to quiet down before she continued. ”Now I know we haven’t had a new detective for awhile, but I’m glad that we were able to get Kaminski in the 99 and I can only hope that he’ll be able to join our little family here,” she said and smiled, raising her cup. ”So, to Kaminski, and to the 99!”
It wasn’t her best speech but it was okay, quite frankly, Hazel was a little rusty on speeches.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Feb 11, 2020 1:01:31 GMT -5
Gathering everything up and putting it back, Norman took his plate of sweets and glanced towards the file as Roswell spoke.
He would’ve liked to stay in there and read more about it all, try to dive even deeper into the mystery that was unraveling before him, however now wasn’t the time. There was a party going on and he should probably be at least somewhat present for it.
Shoving a truffle into his mouth, Norman furrowed his brow.
No matter what though, he was going to get to the bottom of this.
Swallowing, Norman turned his attention back to Roswell and patted his back. “Let’s hope so,” he agreed and gestured with his head for Roswell to follow him outside.
”Now come on, we should probably get back out there before people wonder where we went,” he said and started out of the evidence room.
He made it back to the bullpen just in time to hear Hazel give her speech.
Smiling slightly, Norman nodded to her, and since he didn’t have a drink to raise, he simply took another truffle and raised that instead. ”99!” He cheered in agreement, leaning against the wall as he looked everyone else over.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Feb 11, 2020 2:16:46 GMT -5
Callie had definitely been a little annoyed when Hazel went into strict captain mode and told them they weren’t to bother TJ about this. But whatever Tortie believed as an administrator, at the end of the day Callie was still a detective. She answered to her captain, and that was a direct order. Of course, if she could use her detective skills to find out without harassing TJ, that didn’t go against anything Hazel said. Quite literally no harm, no foul.
She’d have to discuss how they were going to do this with Tortie.
But for now she watched as the Captain headed to fill a cup with punch, and made her little speech to welcome Kaminski.
Callie noted that Val, who had by now stopped dancing and was leaning against a wall while the Captain spoke, looked over at TJ a couple times more than most other people did during the Captain’s speech. Interesting.
And that Norman appeared out of nowhere to lean against the wall too. Where had he been? Interesting.
Nobody could say that Callie didn’t notice things. She was very observant, which was probably the sole reason she was a decent detective in all honesty.
“99!” Val called out, raising an imaginary punch cup as she did so.
“99!” Callie cheered, throwing in a completely necessary whoop just to round it all off.
At that moment, Callie’s phone buzzed, and a text flashed on the screen. A text which brought a smile to the woman’s face.
‘Cals, the plane tickets are all booked. We’re coming to visit!’
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Post by CreamCrow on Feb 12, 2020 1:40:42 GMT -5
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"99!" Cat called out, with an echo of Jules repeating the number behind her.
This was the start to something great. Jules could feel it, and he was highly glad about it. It was time they got someone new in here and already, he was certain TJ was the perfect fit to this little work-family. Of course, there was the hope and need that TJ felt he fit here and didn't want to leave. He wasn't exactly sure on just how positive the initial impression everyone here made on him, but Jules was hoping he stuck around.
Honestly, Jules couldn't wait till he was actually able to work with TJ on a case. Team bonding and all.
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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 12, 2020 2:50:56 GMT -5
While all of this was important to go over and figure out, it was probably best for them to get back to the party. Even if Roswell wasn't a big partier, he didn't want to come off as rude toward TJ by not being physically present for his welcome. Norman seemed to share the same sentiments, or at least share the same thought process of them getting back to the party before their absences were noticed.
He followed Norman back out to the bullpen, making it just in time to hear the captain's speech ring out through the room.
Not having a drink either, Roswell was lucky enough to have a pen on hand - it had been shoved inside his pants' pocket no telling how long ago, but it was something to raise in the air all the same. "99!" He added his own voice to the cheer going up, proud to already be a part of the family and more than ready to accept TJ into it as well.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Feb 12, 2020 3:28:41 GMT -5
As the captain gave her speech and everyone cheered, TJ felt his face grow warm. Not from embarrassment but rather a feeling he couldn’t exactly explain, it was a warm feeling though, the kind of feeling you got after watching a really emotional feel good movie, like The Croods; or like when there was an animal and it came up to you for attention, or when you ate a really good food for the first time and you just knew that memory; that taste, it was going to stick with you well into your aging years. It was like that, but instead of it being about a movie or a lovable animal or some really good food, it was about him and about the 99. TJ took a moment to look around at everyone else in the room there with him. Captain Hazel, who had sought him out for the 99 and accepted him in with ease, making him feel welcome and comfortable there. Tortie, who had...well who had made it clear from the start that she would always be willing for antics...even if that meant a kick from a newborn rabbit right in the pants. If anything, it was memorable, and she had clearly put a lot of thought into this party with Callie. Which, speaking of... TJ glanced over at Callie. Callie, who had made sure he knew this place was friendly from the get-go and had helped put together a welcome party for him, of all people, it was...nice to know actual effort was put into welcoming him into the 99. N, who had not only helped as well, but had also looked out for him right from the start, kind of like a grandfather did....though N was a little too young to be a grandfather...probably. Norman, who had come across as someone with rough edges at first, only to prove he truly had everyone’s best intentions at heart. Roswell, who had showed TJ that just because you were the underdog of a group, didn’t mean you couldn’t come out on top. Cat, who had been friendly right away and had been someone he had already formed a connection with based off of their similar attire to the party...and the fact that she caught onto his whole Newsies theme going on. Jules, his new partner in not-crime, someone that had proven to be accepting and maybe a little bit eccentric but in a good way, he was unique and TJ was excited to get to know him more. And... His eyes drifted over to the last detective in the room. Val. She had helped him out after his unfortunate rabbit incident from earlier, invited him along for a case, included him in the case despite him having only just arrived, instantly made him apart of the competition the group had going on and had...had made him feel even slightly special in regards to everything else. Val was thoughtful and kind, even if she tried to hide it with a cool jacket and a motorcycle. As he finished looking around at everyone else, TJ realized what that warm, cheek-heating feeling was. Acceptance. He had been accepted into the 99 and already felt as if he was part of the family, and from there TJ would admit that he was excited to see where the 99 took him next. So, grinning, TJ threw his fist in the air, letting out an echoing cheer after the others. “99!”
End Credits:
Timothy “TJ” Kaminski - that guy that got destroyed by a rabbit
Hazel Wynn - the ultimate sassy, in law hating mom
Tortie Cuni - birthing more rabbits
Roswell Cuni - listening to call me maybe
Rabbit Son - still in the bullpen
Neeheeoeewootis “N” Naalnish- pooping on parties
Calliope “Callie” Dawson - shame to Texas
Valentina “Val” Ruiz - distant motorbike screaming
Norman Walters - gremlin but with growth
Gail Capella - feeder of pigs
Catriona “Cat” Lachat - time since last bird-related incident: 0
Julius “Jules” Balthazar - fashionista extraordinaire
Mrs. Davis - almost died but didn’t
Pluto - ferret master
The Ferret - nightmare in a noodle
Alistair Harts - never got his lunch
Lucille Davidson - devil’s handbag
Random Boutique Lady - didn’t sign up for this
Pigeon - a general nuisance
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