Post by Obelisk on Jun 18, 2007 22:10:18 GMT -5
It was like he was dealing with a completely different person. Where was the smart aleck kid who'd just given him a run for his money? Well, with the jogging wisecrack John realized the imp in Pale hadn't fully vanished. He laughed, the smooth chuckle self deprecating and short. Hell, it was hard to stay mad at the guy when he pulled antics like that -- miming a jogger and all.
" Hey, now, they aren't all that bad. We got a lot of new kids recently. They're still learning the ropes." John spoke in their defense but knew that they had really fumbled the ball this time around. He'd give them flak about it later, when he could think straight.
John fumbled at first, surprised by the man's sudden leap towards him, but quickly got with the program. He carried Pale in his arms like a child, almost. The older man tried to balance the extra weight so that the least possible amount of strain was placed on his back. He was light, sure, but he didn't way nothing.
"That was a stupid prank you pulled, you know." He said matter-of-factly, stifling the urge to burst into a full-out lecture. He paid little attention to the people as he stalked by carrying his mess of a quarry. John had thought he heard a couple people whisper something about police brutality and hoped this incident wouldn't lead to another investigation into the integrity of his character.
It came with the job -- this love-hate sort of relationship. The general public loved you when you were there to help but hated you when you were there to punish or correct. There was that whole stigma with the law enforcement, too, something that no officer could escape. They were all racist, they were all power hungry -- it was enough to make a lesser man hand in his badge. You just had to roll with the punches and try to stay on top when shit hit the fan.
He made it out into the parking lot where upon a dozen or so officers swarmed him.
"Shit, you gave the kid hell, didn't you?"
It certainly looked that way but no, John thought.
He swallowed and swayed a little as a sudden wave of vertigo hit him. He handed Pale over to some random officer, tore his helmet off, slouched over, and then unceremoniously expelled what he had eaten for dinner.
Fucking burrito. It tasted the same coming out as it did going in. Shit, shit. He hated life. When all the contents of his stomach were on the ground for all to see, John stood upright and wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand.
He sniffed and turned his eyes to Pale then to the man carrying him.
"Uh. Take him to the precinct. For questioning. And... have an EMT on hand, will you?" The kid still needed looking after.
The man gave a silent nod, quirked a brow and wrinkled his nose at the digested Mexican food and escorted Pale to a squad car. John would head there later... after locating some water and mouth wash.
" Hey, now, they aren't all that bad. We got a lot of new kids recently. They're still learning the ropes." John spoke in their defense but knew that they had really fumbled the ball this time around. He'd give them flak about it later, when he could think straight.
John fumbled at first, surprised by the man's sudden leap towards him, but quickly got with the program. He carried Pale in his arms like a child, almost. The older man tried to balance the extra weight so that the least possible amount of strain was placed on his back. He was light, sure, but he didn't way nothing.
"That was a stupid prank you pulled, you know." He said matter-of-factly, stifling the urge to burst into a full-out lecture. He paid little attention to the people as he stalked by carrying his mess of a quarry. John had thought he heard a couple people whisper something about police brutality and hoped this incident wouldn't lead to another investigation into the integrity of his character.
It came with the job -- this love-hate sort of relationship. The general public loved you when you were there to help but hated you when you were there to punish or correct. There was that whole stigma with the law enforcement, too, something that no officer could escape. They were all racist, they were all power hungry -- it was enough to make a lesser man hand in his badge. You just had to roll with the punches and try to stay on top when shit hit the fan.
He made it out into the parking lot where upon a dozen or so officers swarmed him.
"Shit, you gave the kid hell, didn't you?"
It certainly looked that way but no, John thought.
He swallowed and swayed a little as a sudden wave of vertigo hit him. He handed Pale over to some random officer, tore his helmet off, slouched over, and then unceremoniously expelled what he had eaten for dinner.
Fucking burrito. It tasted the same coming out as it did going in. Shit, shit. He hated life. When all the contents of his stomach were on the ground for all to see, John stood upright and wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand.
He sniffed and turned his eyes to Pale then to the man carrying him.
"Uh. Take him to the precinct. For questioning. And... have an EMT on hand, will you?" The kid still needed looking after.
The man gave a silent nod, quirked a brow and wrinkled his nose at the digested Mexican food and escorted Pale to a squad car. John would head there later... after locating some water and mouth wash.
