Police Station: Eris S/Cris M
Who: Eris and Cris
What: keeping the gears turning
Where: The station
When: Monday morning
Warnings/Rating: language? tbd
Eris walked up to the police station, sunglasses hiding her eyes. She was bright and early, knowing that she needed to make the rounds. Doing an illegal business in a small town required certain people to remain happy to look the other way. That meant a pay out. She needed to keep the wheels of the machine greased, by any means necessary.
Skirting the building, she took a side entrance that she usually did, bypassing the front desk. After all, the less eyes there were on her the better. Sure, Hookerville was one of the worst kept secrets in town, but that didn't mean she flaunted things. Flaunting was the quickest way to invite trouble, and she'd had more trouble in her life than she could stomach.
She had dreams for Hookerville, she just needed time to build it up. She smiled as she headed for the Sheriff's office door, knocking twice before trying to door, hoping it wasn't locked.
What: keeping the gears turning
Where: The station
When: Monday morning
Warnings/Rating: language? tbd
Eris walked up to the police station, sunglasses hiding her eyes. She was bright and early, knowing that she needed to make the rounds. Doing an illegal business in a small town required certain people to remain happy to look the other way. That meant a pay out. She needed to keep the wheels of the machine greased, by any means necessary.
Skirting the building, she took a side entrance that she usually did, bypassing the front desk. After all, the less eyes there were on her the better. Sure, Hookerville was one of the worst kept secrets in town, but that didn't mean she flaunted things. Flaunting was the quickest way to invite trouble, and she'd had more trouble in her life than she could stomach.
She had dreams for Hookerville, she just needed time to build it up. She smiled as she headed for the Sheriff's office door, knocking twice before trying to door, hoping it wasn't locked.