aden_walker (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} aden_walker) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} outofshadowsrpg,@ 2016-09-25 19:56:00 |
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Who: Aden and Trouble
Where: Out and about
when: 9/25/16, evening
What: Hanging out.
Rating: TBD
Status: Ongoing | Closed
Aden sighed as he rubbed at his face and eyes, coming out of the station and moving towards his car. He was dressed in what had become an all-too obvious, and typical uniform for him. Black suit jacket, white shirt, black tie, and a long black over coat worn over that as well. He had his weapon's holster around his shoulders, hanging loose beneath the overcoat and suit jacket, and his dress shoes clipped the cement beneath him as he walked. He hated this fucking outfit, it didn't do much in the way of giving him comfort when in the field, but it was necessary for the professionalism and for the hours long meetings he had with people on a daily basis around here. Like today for example.
As he neared his patrol car, he pulled out his keys flipping them in hand and moved for the car itself, slipping into the driver's seat, and leaning back as he closed his eyes and let out a deep breath, resting his head back against the chair. He needed a stiff drink and a long smoke after this day. He was tired, frustrated, and needed to relax. He rolled his shoulders, and just let out a breath, keeping his eyes closed a moment while he simply took in the relaxation for a moment longer.
Where: Out and about
when: 9/25/16, evening
What: Hanging out.
Rating: TBD
Status: Ongoing | Closed
Aden sighed as he rubbed at his face and eyes, coming out of the station and moving towards his car. He was dressed in what had become an all-too obvious, and typical uniform for him. Black suit jacket, white shirt, black tie, and a long black over coat worn over that as well. He had his weapon's holster around his shoulders, hanging loose beneath the overcoat and suit jacket, and his dress shoes clipped the cement beneath him as he walked. He hated this fucking outfit, it didn't do much in the way of giving him comfort when in the field, but it was necessary for the professionalism and for the hours long meetings he had with people on a daily basis around here. Like today for example.
As he neared his patrol car, he pulled out his keys flipping them in hand and moved for the car itself, slipping into the driver's seat, and leaning back as he closed his eyes and let out a deep breath, resting his head back against the chair. He needed a stiff drink and a long smoke after this day. He was tired, frustrated, and needed to relax. He rolled his shoulders, and just let out a breath, keeping his eyes closed a moment while he simply took in the relaxation for a moment longer.