Post by Jasper Valentine on Apr 20, 2024 15:53:09 GMT -5
CW for this whole thread: there’s likely to be homophobia (both implied & explicit) throughout
OOC: starting a little clunky, but here we go! Let me know if you'd like any details changed X3
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It was late, almost midnight, and nearing the end of his shift.
It hadn’t been a great day honestly (a hangover and a freezer left ajar and three separate arguments with an ex, their mother, and a coworker would do that to a person), so Jasper wasn’t feeling particularly energetic as he crept around his usual streets in his patrol car, checking all the regular nooks, crannies, and corners for any suspicious activity while half-listening out for reports on the radio.
He was about ready to call it a night and head back to the station, but just as he considered it, movement down an alley caught his eye. He braked. Squinted into the darkness. Despite the shadows they were trying to hide in, it quickly became obvious what was transpiring and Jasper huffed, briefly rolling his eyes skywards before he pulled up to the curb and parked his vehicle.
He wouldn’t call it in. Not unless they refused to cooperate. A shakedown might even cheer him up; some pocket money to get him a few drinks, some tuna for that cat who kept breaking in, and maybe a couple of new plants for his balcony.
They didn't seem to notice him at all until he slammed his door. Their faces broke apart and whipped in his direction, allowing Jasper to really see them as he took his first step into the alley. He frowned. Clicked the radio on his shoulder so it would make the usual ‘on’ sound, but released his finger from the button so it would only look like he was calling it in, while in reality no one except the men in the alley would hear his next words.
“We got a 3-1-4, two males.” Thankfully still pretty much fully clothed, though whether that was because they were just getting started, just finished, or just a little odd like that, was unclear. One of them had purple hair and Jasper eyed the dishevelled locks scornfully, feeling his lip curl. “Possibly a 6-4-7-b.”
The other, plainer man, who had cursed and started zipping himself back up the second Jasper made his presence known, chose that moment to bolt. He dived past Jasper as if the officer was making any effort to apprehend him, as if he were truly fearing for his life, and Jasper felt his contempt rise to new heights as his frantic footsteps echoed and faded down the street. Coward.
“And we got a runner,” he commented drily, dropping his hand from his radio. He made no attempt to pursue the retreating man and instead focused his stare on the one who remained. If he was right about him being a worker, he’d probably have more money in his pockets and be more willing to pay out anyway.
“You’re under arrest for public indecency and solicitation. Anything to say in your defence?”
Kai Triliante
OOC: starting a little clunky, but here we go! Let me know if you'd like any details changed X3
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It was late, almost midnight, and nearing the end of his shift.
It hadn’t been a great day honestly (a hangover and a freezer left ajar and three separate arguments with an ex, their mother, and a coworker would do that to a person), so Jasper wasn’t feeling particularly energetic as he crept around his usual streets in his patrol car, checking all the regular nooks, crannies, and corners for any suspicious activity while half-listening out for reports on the radio.
He was about ready to call it a night and head back to the station, but just as he considered it, movement down an alley caught his eye. He braked. Squinted into the darkness. Despite the shadows they were trying to hide in, it quickly became obvious what was transpiring and Jasper huffed, briefly rolling his eyes skywards before he pulled up to the curb and parked his vehicle.
He wouldn’t call it in. Not unless they refused to cooperate. A shakedown might even cheer him up; some pocket money to get him a few drinks, some tuna for that cat who kept breaking in, and maybe a couple of new plants for his balcony.
They didn't seem to notice him at all until he slammed his door. Their faces broke apart and whipped in his direction, allowing Jasper to really see them as he took his first step into the alley. He frowned. Clicked the radio on his shoulder so it would make the usual ‘on’ sound, but released his finger from the button so it would only look like he was calling it in, while in reality no one except the men in the alley would hear his next words.
“We got a 3-1-4, two males.” Thankfully still pretty much fully clothed, though whether that was because they were just getting started, just finished, or just a little odd like that, was unclear. One of them had purple hair and Jasper eyed the dishevelled locks scornfully, feeling his lip curl. “Possibly a 6-4-7-b.”
The other, plainer man, who had cursed and started zipping himself back up the second Jasper made his presence known, chose that moment to bolt. He dived past Jasper as if the officer was making any effort to apprehend him, as if he were truly fearing for his life, and Jasper felt his contempt rise to new heights as his frantic footsteps echoed and faded down the street. Coward.
“And we got a runner,” he commented drily, dropping his hand from his radio. He made no attempt to pursue the retreating man and instead focused his stare on the one who remained. If he was right about him being a worker, he’d probably have more money in his pockets and be more willing to pay out anyway.
“You’re under arrest for public indecency and solicitation. Anything to say in your defence?”
Kai Triliante