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Post by JEREMIAH EVANS on Apr 27, 2011 11:46:22 GMT -5
Saturdays. They were one of the best days of the week, but not when you lived the life of a cop. Most Saturdays Jeremiah wouldn’t know what to do. Usually he’d spend them with Lisa just lounging around the apartment or taking the time to relax. But, of course, the one Saturday he had made plans, he had to cancel. Some new kid in La Push seemed to have caused quite the uproar where he last lived. The department thought it good that Jeremiah get out and see a little action, though supervising community service as a probation officer wasn’t quite what he considered ‘action.’
Canceling his plans for the night, he strolled down to where he was assigned to go. A bit of disgust was visible on Jeremiah’s face as he saw the new guy, Cameron. The wolf looked to be just of legal drinking age…of course the kid would be getting in trouble. He had read the back-story and wondered why he didn’t just give the guards the stolen merchandise. Not the brightest crayon in the box, he assumed.
The two of them weren’t alone. Not on the first run. There were several other offenders that would be doing the same thing. So this was Jeremiah’s new life for the time being? A damn probation officer? He went from being prime time murder detective to this. Yeah, there was a bit of spite, but Jeremiah tried his best not to let it show.
“Alright, line up.” He spoke, his voice full of authority. It was the only way to check everyone was there. There were only a handful of them, but he wanted to be sure attendance wouldn’t be an issue before they began. After calling roll, he assigned the others their clean-up jobs around the area before he looked to Cameron.
“Collins.” He paused a moment, looking the boy over…smelling a definite wolf shifter. “Clean that graffiti off the wall.” It was a short command, but anyone who had served community service before knew that task was one of the more difficult. Okay, so maybe his spite was showing just a bit. Then again, maybe the kid shouldn’t have refused authority in the first place. At some point, Jeremiah was sure this kid would break...it was just a matter of time.
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Post by CAMERON COLLINS on Apr 27, 2011 20:27:35 GMT -5
Community service. What a lovely way to spend such a nice weekend. Cameron felt he hadn't done a thing but of course the police felt different. He knew he had been doing a good thing by putting the stolen items back, only they didn't beleive him. And now, he's doing that mans work. He gave a long winded sigh watching all the cars that were passing. His mother offered to drive him since he had himself a little hangover . The window was all the way down making his hair flying in every which direction.
He had on his orange jumpsuit with a pair of black boots. His jumpsuit was unzipped down to the bottom of his stomach reveling a black under shirt. It wasn't the greatest outfit to look at, however, he hadn't any other choice but to wear it. He knew Officer Evans wouldn't approve if he had on anything else. The orange was a way for others to know he was doing community service. Of course, this didn't embarrass him though. He knew one of the others doing community service couldn't stand it. But him? He really didn't care.
His mother stopped the car a few blocks away from where he needed to be. He gave her a gentle hug and a kiss on each cheek before hopping out of the red Ford.
"And the party begins." He chuckled walking over and leaning against the wall. He didn't line up when ordered to. There was no need. Officer Evans would be able to see him clearly, it wasn't like the boy was in kindergarten. A bunch of grown people didn't need to line up.
“Clean that graffiti off the wall.” He stood up from the wall and took a quick look at it. "You want me to ruin this beautiful art work?" He asked turning to face him. "I figured you were the kind of man who would enjoy art." He paused to look it over again. "Well, alright." He grinned walking over to pick up the bucket of water with a special soap and sponge along with the scrapper. Cameron begin scrapping the paint off the graffiti quietly. He thought about telling Jeremiah he had a headache and couldn't 'work' today but he knew that wouldn't get him out of anything. Although, it could possibly peeve him.
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Post by JEREMIAH EVANS on Apr 29, 2011 13:10:35 GMT -5
The officer’s eyes darted to the young wolf when he disobeyed orders to line up. Lucky for the kid, it wasn’t that big of a deal. Jeremiah knew the people he was dealing with and if he harped on them every time they didn’t listen, he would be beyond tired and sore by the time the day had ended. That was why he chose to blatantly look past Cameron’s lack of following orders to line up. He was in view; that seemed to be enough.
When the young man started asking questions, Jeremiah’s muscles tensed a bit. So this was the kind of kid he was? He didn’t seem like a bad kid…just one who needed to be put in his place a couple times. For a moment, he wondered what make Cameron like this. It didn’t look like he was into drugs, nor anything of the sort. He just seemed like a normal guy. Well, as normal as could be considered to be a shapeshifter. Maybe that was it. Was he new to his wolf and didn’t know how to control it or deal with it? Something told his that might have something to do with it.
“It’s not that I don’t enjoy art, but the side of a building is no place for it.” He retorted, looking at Cameron with a bit of annoyance in his eyes. “Especially when the artist does not own the property.” With that, he turned away from him and began to make his rounds supervising the others. This truly was a crappy way to spend his Saturday. For a moment, he wondered what Lisa was up to. He was sure she was still asleep in bed. He had woken up far too early, and was sure not to wake her. Most days she woke up with him and kissed him goodbye, but he usually left for work around nine or ten on those days. Today he had woken up at 7:30am, and had left by 8. Lack of coffee was making this experience less than enjoyable.
Glancing back over at Cameron, he leaned against the clean part of the wall. Trying to at least be a bit social, he spoke trying to create conversation. “Why didn’t you just give them the merchandise?” It was a question that had been bothering him since he’d read the report. It didn’t seem like a practical thing to do, and Jeremiah was curious. ”You’d probably be in a lot less trouble if you had.” The officers eyes darted over to the others around, making sure everyone was doing what they were supposed to, before returning his gaze to Cameron.
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