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Brian Kinney (b_kinney) wrote in omega_reality,
@ 2013-05-26 19:07:00

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*complete, 2013 05, character: alexis castle, character: brian kinney, character: brian o'conner, character: bud hammond, character: claudia donovan, character: derek reese, character: dominic vail, character: douglas hammond, character: elaine barrish hammond, character: helena wells, character: john connor, character: margaret barrish, character: marty deeks, character: maura isles, character: mike weston, character: nell jones, character: oliver queen, character: robert callen, character: savannah monroe, character: sean hanna, character: tamira johnson, character: thomas hammond, character: tim riggins, character: tommy merlyn, character: travis marks, character: troy bolton, dead: leon vance, dead: sheldon cooper

RP: Oliver and Derek's Party
Who: Public (add your tags if they are there)
Where: pool side at the hotel
When: Sunday, May 26, 2013
Summary: They celebrate Derek's birthday

Brian was determined to make this birthday a success whether Derek wanted or not. Oh sure, technically it was for Oliver and Derek, but their friends understood why this was for Derek, at least when it came to Brian and John.

He got in touch with a local restaurant and had to make a run to pick up trays of food. He would have loved to arrange everything through the restaurant, but he couldn't imagine Derek enjoying the fancy dishes served there. Instead he went for a little simpler menu. He also got cakes for both and desserts of different time. Nell couldn't exactly bake here, but Brian still got the ice cream cake (no alcohol) and alcohol to go with it. Derek could bitch and moan, but Brian would make sure that they covered all of their bases down to fruit, vegetables and milk, because the man was superstrange, but making him happy made John happy and that was all that Brian cared about.

With everything set up, Brian could lie by the pool and get a tan while ogling all the good looking men. It was indeed a good party.

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Re: Brian and Mike

blueeyedbuster
2013-05-28 06:48 pm UTC (link)

"Three letters for you. P. C. H." Brian replied with a chuckle. "You tellin' me teenagers don't leave the base to take a fast run up the coast?" He made a face. "Big ass SUVs? Zero to sixty in a few minutes? Man, you're killing me. Zero to one thirty in seconds and stopping on a dime. That's what you shoot for, whether you can drive it regularly to the max or not. Let me guess, you're a take it to the dealership when it breaks kind of guy, too, aren't you?"

The grin was back full force at being called insane. "Well, I was a U.C. cop. Certain amount of insanity that goes with that job." It was possibly also the reason he'd been tapped for the heist case. Fearless and good with cars.

"Those options aren't as readily available as they sound. People who might not be able to pay all their bills are still too rich to be eligible for aid. Shelters turn people away because they have to serve psychology up with dinner and require counseling because obviously there's something wrong with the person, not their situation. Criminal background and credit checks will weed out those who aren't worthy enough to get help now that they've made a few mistakes or things got beyond their control. And when employers and aid workers tell you that none of this would be happening if you could just straighten up and learn to take care of things properly, you're either going to sink further because you feel worthless or reject their help because you need to prove to them you're not worthless just because you need their help. Sure, there are options. And those options fail as many as they help, even when they are available, which they're not everywhere because they are finite and there is only so much to go around. So, they have to concentrate on the areas where there are more people. And people slip through the cracks. It's inevitable. And those people end up with nothing but shit choices."

Draining half of what was left of his beer, Brian set it on the ground by his chair. "Where I come from, there are only two ways to get out: criminal or cop. And, no, I don't mean the city. I mean the wrong side of the tracks. As a kid, I took the criminal route. And there were two kinds of cops: the good cops who followed the law, but in spirit because they also understood that the only thing truly black and white was their cars, and the bad cops who knuckled down to the letter of the law and took joy in seeing someone punished to the full extent just as an example. Juvie has a way of scaring you straight, especially when there's one of the good cops offering you a hand up. Wasn't going to be a criminal anymore. So, that just left cop. L.A. was as good a place as any for a fresh start out of the dead end desert town I grew up in."

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Re: Brian and Mike

mike_weston
2013-05-28 07:00 pm UTC (link)

"I'm telling you that teenagers who grew up in the military will only take a fast run if they are purposely rebelling, otherwise it's too ingrained, because anything you do reflects on your father and his standing with his superiors, and if you forget, you are told by both your father and mother. In fact, you are told whether you're doing anything wrong or not, most of your life, usually slipped in while pointing out how someone fucked up and now suffering because of it. And that is why I refused to join," he said. "Sorry, man, but you know what the Bureau gives us, and they are big ass SUVs." He shook his head. "I live in DC and spend most of my time traveling. I use the subway or the big ass SUV. I don't own a car," he said, laughing.

Mike nodded. "Agreed. It does take a certain type of personality. It's also one of the most stressful jobs with the highest turn around rate. There are also the multiple covers leading to personality disorders. Really, very fascinating," he teased.

"Look, I get all of that, and we can argue both sides until we're blue in the face. I'm not eve saying that you're completely wrong. I'm just saying that yours isn't the position cops would take most of the times. That's all." He smiled at the rest. "And I come from the military and when you screw up, you're really screwed, so really I get it, man. I really do. I still wonder if you didn't feel more kinship with those people breaking the law to survive than the brotherhood in blue. Those things go both ways and people sense them. You don't play ball and you get screwed eve inside the Bureau, or the Navy."

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Re: Brian and Mike

blueeyedbuster
2013-05-28 10:20 pm UTC (link)

"That...sucks." Brian didn't have a better answer for that. In order to understand what it felt like to be a kid dealing with that sort of thing, he would have had to have had a father around to tell him what he was doing wrong in the first place. He still worried if he would be able to be a father to Jack or if his own lack of experiences with real fathers would translate into him fucking up his son. But, that was definitely not a question that could be answered from untold dimensions away. So, he focused on the cars. And the fact Mike didn't even own. "There is so much wrong with that on so many levels. Clearly this was all Fate bringing you to someone who could educate you on the fine art of the greasemonkey," he said with a laugh.

"Well, I'm just a fascinating sort of guy all around. Must be your lucky day."

Shrugging, he considered the question. "There wasn't a lot of brotherhood in LAPD in the mid-90s. All the shit in Rampart Division was happening in '97 and that got the major news coverage. But, it wasn't an isolated thing. The Rodney King incident had only been a few years earlier in '91. The populace didn't trust the cops, the cops were on the defensive all the time because they had to be. But, it was more likely that they looked on each other with suspicion than banded together because just a few corrupt assholes can undermine the trust of everyone. There wasn't much improvement a few years later when that joint-op with the Bureau came up and I went under. And the Bureau was running that op ass-backwards out of the gate. They had nothing on Dom except a hunch. At most, until everything went down -- and by then it was too late -- all I could get them was circumstantial, nothing that would stick for a conviction. It should have been a long-term assignment, I should have been under for at least two or three months. But, they wanted the notch on the belt and they weren't too inclined to wait for a clean arrest. I can admit that being pushed so hard was probably at least partially responsible for me being more open to Dom's point of view. It was a pre-9/11 world where cops were the enemy, even if you were a cop. So, if they were pushing so hard to get it done, I was asking myself why and what they weren't telling me.

"But, really, unless you meet Dom, there's no way to explain why. He's like gravity and I didn't even realize I wanted that family until he just opened the door to his and invited me in, no questions asked." Brian's smirk was a little less wholesome, a little more indicative of the evil-doer he was probably painted as on Most Wanted lists around the country. "Part of it might have also had to do with the fact the feds pissed me off when they started disrespecting Mia, whose only crime at the time was being Dom's sister and falling for me."

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