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It's Brittany, Bitch | Ερις ([info]eristic) wrote in [info]paxletalelogs,
@ 2011-07-17 09:39:00
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This Could Get Ugly
Who: Toli & Charlie
What: Security to customer service, we have a customer that needs to be escorted off the premises.
Where: South Coast Plaza
When: July 16th, 2011, 1:08 pm
Warnings: TBA



To say Charlie was excited might have been an understatement. It wasn't often that she literally got to throw people out - though perhaps that was an embellishment, but when all was said and done, there wasn't much difference between guiding someone to the glass doors of this particular shopping establishment and kicking their butts out of them. All right, maybe one lacked the boot print, but the feeling was there.

Dressed in her usual uniform, she moved through the mall with the ease that came from familiarity, shifting through people without having to say a word. Authority did come with a few perks, in the end, even if her measure of authority was little more than a parody of the real thing. Still, she was using it for all it was worth. The call had come in on her walkie no more than five minutes beforehand - it wasn't an urge in the back of her mind to respond immediately because of a potential threat to customers, but rather the strong desire to get off her ass and do something, finally, during the long hours she spent patrolling the retail areas. If it ended up in a little scuffle, well, that's what she had the taser for.

Spying the return counter she'd been called to, a dark-haired woman with her back to Charlie seemed to be the culprit she was looking for. Clearing her throat to bring the woman's attention to her and away from the cashier, she came to a tidy stop a few feet away, as dictated by her security supervisor handbook.

"Ma'am, I'm going to have to ask you to come with me."



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