Karrin Murphy is tiny but fierce (karrinmurphysi) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2013-12-10 06:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, !open, ~2013 december, ~40 points, ~~karrin murphy (karrinmurphysi) |
WHO: Karrin Murphy and OPEN
WHAT: Finding a job at last...joy.
WHERE: Walmart
WHEN: Tuesday morning
WARNINGS: TBD, likely low
STATUS: Open/Ongoing
Karrin would have said that it was good to be in uniform again had the situation been even a little bit different than it was. However, dressed in a rent-a-cop uniform, working security at Walmart during the Christmas shopping season was not exactly her idea of fun. But they hadn't required a blood test, and they were willing to hire her without a thousand questions about where she'd been a cop, and why she'd been forced to resign, so beggars couldn't be choosers. At least it would give her a little bit of money to buy gifts for people before it ended. It was, of course, by definition, temporary.
They hadn't issued her a gun, providing her only with a walkie-talkie and a maglight that could easily double as a club if need be. Not that she'd need weapons; Karrin had spent years turning her body into every bit as dangerous a weapon as those you held in your hands. Still, she was a tiny person physically, and she thought perhaps people might take her more seriously if she had a gun in her holster. But whatever. She wasn't going to argue with them. There wasn't any point in it.
Patrolling the store, especially in the Electronics and jewelry section, was boring work. Sure, there were people trying to shoplift, but most of the time they just kind of wandered off when she came near, and things were solved in that manner, without words or arrests necessary. Most of the time, just the presence of the law was plenty.
That was, until around noon, in the electronics department.
Apparently, there was only one X-Box left. And apparently, this was a life-or-death situation. She heard the women shouting from the main aisle where she was standing, and quickly ran to face them, holding her disgust off of her face. Fighting over some game box? Really? Murphy didn't see the point. Even if there was only one left of this one, there were a thousand other sorts of game boxes that played the same games, if that was what they were looking for. But oh well.
She approached them, making it clear that fighting wasn't tolerated in the store, and that was when both of them turned on her. She was by no means outmatched, but the edge of the box (of the X-Box that now nobody was going to have, as it lay broken in a hundred pieces on the floor), caught her on the side of the face as they flung it at her in absolute fury, bloodying her cheek and blackening her eye.
And that was that.
A moment later, she had them both on the floor, pinned down with their hands pinned by Murphy's cuffs.
"You!" she called gruffly to a person who stood gawking. "Go get the police."
The real ones, of course, which she wasn't. She was only doing the hard work. What was new about that?"