Jack Landors (robinindahood) wrote in parabolical, @ 2009-03-23 02:41:00 |
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Who: Jack Landors and OPEN to anyone [or works as complete narrative.]
What: Patrolling.
When: early "Monday" morning hours.
Where:Streets.
Warnings: none yet. TBA?
Sam had a picture. Not just a picture, video evidence of him making a fool out of himself on St.Patrick's day rambling on about evil Leprechauns, and Faith's army of little green people. Surprisingly to be honest he wasn't all that angry as he might have gotten once. He was amused and determined to capture an even better video of Sam in return. In fact it was having a nice affect on him, not that he'd ever admit it out loud. It was getting him out of his recent funk, taking his mind off worries and troubles. It was like having real family again. He missed everyone back home, his world, Sky especially. But he'd always remember one thing they told him the day he quit being red ranger. Even though he left S.P.D.(unofficially since he was sort of representing in the past.) he'd always be a part of their lives.
No matter where he was in the time line they would always remember him, and he would never forget them either. He'd been worried for a while that if he accepted a new partner he might start to forget his old one little by little. He was just being over dramatic. It was tiring.. Sky would be laughing if he could see this right now and Jack knew it. Sky could NEVER know these sort of doubts were EVER swimming in his head. He'd have a field day with it.
Jack walked down an ally in the bad side of town. He'd lost track of just how late-or rather early it was. Frankly he didn't care much either. The fresh air felt good, even if it didn't smell good and made him cringe slightly as he stepped around an open sewer. sewer patrol.. He remembered Faith claiming that was where all the action was and couldn't help but roll his eyes at it and think sarcastically .I don't get paid enough for sewer patrol. he thought and decided to go around it instead. Holding his breath at the stench and heading for the lit side walk.
Since Alastair was gone things seemed quiet. Still he couldn't help but patrol. In a city like this in his experience things never stayed quiet for long. What was that saying, the calm before the storm? He really hated that saying but he was feeling it too. Things were quiet, a little too quiet.