Hap Sanderson (seewhatyoudont) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-02-07 23:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | #group scene, 2009-07-03 |
Walking with a ghost
Who: Calista, Hap and Raz
Where: The lovely park
When: Morning-times
Hap had not had a good previous day. A shop had burned to the ground and, no matter what anyone said, he did not believe it was an accident. Why not? Because he just had an idea that it was not and that, of course, did not compare to proof so he just had to let it go until he could find that. Not that he was going to be looking very hard. The Fourth of July celebration was coming up and checking on the displays and making sure everything was set up right was way more important. Doing that was not something that he minded, his kids loved bragging about that, it was just another one of his tasks. Could hand it off to someone else but why? Most of them had families who were not used to them being missing for a few hours.
Now handing things over to his second-in-command so he could enjoy a thermos of coffee and a walk through the park before any calls came in. Hopefully. There were no set hours for that but he had learned that morning fires tended, for whatever reason, tended not to be as common. Why he had no idea, but hey, he was not complaining. Fighting a fire before he had enough coffee in his system was not quite a good idea. He would probably go and mess up. Or pull another stunt like he had the other week when, after a fire, he had completely blocked out everyone because a new ghost had been that insistent on his attention. They did that a lot at fires for some reason. But maybe not today. Today might just be a relaxing, humid day without any spirits roaming around to make him look bad to someone else.
Oh, right, he forgot to care about things like that. He was over forty, like that would start mattering to him now. Shrugging, he found an empty bench and dropped into it, unscrewing the top of his thermos and taking a long drink, dark eyes watching the people who wandered by. It was nice to watch real, live people sometimes and reassure himself that yes, thanks, he could tell the difference between the living and the dead.