Mason Normandin (on_the_line) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2011-02-25 02:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-08-11, mason |
WHAT THE EVERLIVING FFFFUUUUUU-
Who: Mason and OPEN
Where: Local cafe
When: 2:30pm
To say that Mason Normandin was about to snap at any given moment was an understatement. The amount of bullcrap he had been dealing with since all these shenanigans started just a few days ago was unreal. You just didn't pluck the nerves of a temperamental alpha wolf. Just... no. Bad things happened. Mason already had two new walls at his ritzy apartment due to his fist somehow making its way there. First it was the demons, then the thing with what's-his-face and the coven shit, then more than one gate being opened...? Mason didn't know, he stopped paying attention to the news after that. Though he couldn't avoid it, being a cop and all. The place was freaking mobbed with shit to do. Mason couldn't be in ten million places at once and the wolf in him was constantly snapping and barking orders. He was on everyone's shit list at this point and honestly, he didn't care.
All he cared about now was getting a cup of caffeine on break and maybe relax for a half an hour. He really needed it. Though walking around in full uniform wasn't helping, constantly getting poked by random people, asking if he knew this, that, or the other. Did he have a neon sign above his head that read "Hey guys! Feel free to annoy the shit out of me, because I'm a police officer?" Did he? No. Fuck off. Though in the middle of the line, Mason suddenly got a call from his walkie-talkie. With a roll of his eyes, he picked it up to talk with one of the other officers. "What?"
"Hey, are you down by the park?" ...the fuck? No!
"If by park you mean in line to get my daily sustenance, then yeah."
A pause. "...so are you or-"
"I'm not by the park, shit for brains. I'm in a god damn cafe. What the hell does it matter if I'm by the park or not? I'm on break, for christ's sake!"
"Yeah, but this is kinda urgent."
Unicorns had to be throwing a rock concert in order for this shit to be urgent. "What's going on?"
"Uh... it's kind of snowing down there."
Mason nearly lost it. Instead, he just threw the walkie-talkie casually and let it crash into the floor while mumbling 'Are you fucking kidding me?' with a roll of his eyes. The device was fine, but Mason wasn't. This was the last thing he needed right now. Not that he hated snow - hell, he was from Michigan - but... WHAT THE FUCK?! Was this some kind of joke that the department was pulling on him!? People were going to die by the end of the day. Finally picking the walkie-talkie back up, Mason sighed and rubbed his eyes. "...it's snowing?"
"Yup."
A reluctant sigh and he replied, "I'll check up on it after my break."
All in a day's work. Mason hated everything right now.