i_disappear Frustration (Open)
Darien wasn't in the best of moods today. His bad moods were never very random, and when they happened, he took a sort of perverse pleasure in being angry. It was catharic to lash out - though if he tried doing that to what he was upset at right now, well, he'd be fired faster than you could snap your fingers.
Not half an hour after he had gotten to the station today, he had been called to a crime scene. There at been a burglary at someone's home, they had woken up to find their things missing, and called the police. It all seemed pretty normal, when he had first gotten there. But then he had gone in to find that the cops called to the scene hadn't been careful. They had been messing with the safe the items were taken from, had trampled all over the floor and outside the house - they hadn't even waited for Darien to get there first, or even for a crime scene photographer.
He might have been a rookie when it came to working for the police, but even he knew that they weren't likely to find any decent evidence now. Oh, and he had complained about it, too. Darien had talked to the cops had taken the call, and when he pointed out that they had pretty much destroyed their chances for finding the thief, they had just brushed him off with claims that they weren't likely to find the guy, anyway. Darien had called up one of the lieutenants, then, to inform him of the incompetence going on. All he had gotten for his trouble was being blown off and a few vague threats along the lines of 'if you don't stick to doing your job, you'll be doing paperwork for the rest of your life'.
That had made it pretty clear that, whatever was stolen, someone in the force didn't want it found. He had taken notes on what he did find, which hadn't been much, and made sure that the forensic guys (who had showed up late) would send him records of the fingerprints they found. There hadn't been much else he could do, not without pushing it, and he knew better than that.
Darien had never felt more thankful for the lunch break in his entire life. Getting far away from the station wasn't hard, thanks to the shifting streets. He was going to go back when the break was over (even if he was sorely tempted to not return), but in the meantime, he had plans to take out his aggression on some food. Maybe a cheeseburger.
Luse hadn't talked to Par since he'd first arrived. Now the fucking little Eve-Imp-Neurosis thing was nowhere to be found, not when the elf needed him. It wasn't as if the little twit could have gone far. He was still somewhere in Luse's brain, probably watching through all his sexual fantasies again.
All in all, this put Luse in a very bad mood. The one thing the heavily armed elf could say for himself was at least he wasn't the one involved in the robbery. The elf didn't have those kinds of connections yet.
He tried to avoid humans. They had a tendency to stare at the ears. Crow, it was like they hadn't seen an elf before, and then he would have to remind himself that they hadn't.
What to do... what to do... Oh look, another human. Wait for the stares.... wait for it....
Luse gave the man his best, unimpressed glare.
From: [info]i_disappear Date: 03/04/2006 10:47:51
Sure enough, Darien had started staring, and even slowed his pace from surprise. He had seen elves in movies, of course. He might not have been too put-off to see a Spock look-alike passing by. But the ears on this guy were huge, and pointy, and probably qualified as a weapon all on their own. And here he had thought the radioactive people running around in spandex was weird.
Unfortunately, Darien's mouth tended to act before his brain did. Especially on days like this, when his punk-like tendancies shone through. "Do you open cans with those, Legolas?"
"i'll only kill a few people today.. i'll only kill a few people today..." he promised quietly to himself under his breath.
Luse hadn't seen cops in this strange crow-forsaken place but that didn't mean there weren't any. Luse's limited experience with cops made them all dumb, with the exception of Vido and Vido was a freak.
"Hey fellah.... want a hurtz-doughnut?"
He started to approach the cop, large broadsword swinging behind him, hook knife strapped to his thigh, and automatic handgun holstered at his waist. He wore black studded leather and a trench coat over that, a strange mixture of past and present.
The smile on his face was mean.
From: [info]i_disappear Date: 03/04/2006 14:55:42
Darien didn't consider himself a cop, he just considered himself working for them. That was, admittedly, almost the same thing, but he thought it was an important distinction. If push came to shove, he wouldn't be showing any loyalty to them.
It was a lot like he acted when he first came to the Agency, actually.
At first, he had thought the guy's weapons were fake. Darien had just seen the sword and the knife and had automatically concluded they were part of the costume. He just wasn't used to seeing people walking around with stabby medieval implements. But now that the elf was getting closer, he saw that they looked sharp. Really sharp. Seeing the gun at his belt didn't help, either.
"I'm guessing that doesn't have anything to do with car rentals," Darien commented, taking a few steps back. It looked like he had gone and done something stupid again, but thankfully he wasn't stupid enough to ask if he had permits for all those weapons.
"You gottah problem with the ears? Maybe something we should discuss? Personal problems.. say maybe.. mental retardation or something?"
He watched the human take a few steps back. Damn straight he better. Luse, despite the anger, started to slip into a calm that came just before the destruction. Pulling out a small pouch of tobacco and rolling papers he made himself a cigarette.
From: [info]i_disappear Date: 03/04/2006 23:59:55
"No," Darien said quickly, sounding a bit defensive. Maybe he shouldn't argue with the armed guy, but this just wasn't a good day. "I've never seen any.. uh... whatever-you-are before."
He was at least trying to be careful. He didn't want to insult the guy by asking if he's something he wasn't.
Though he might've stopped backing up, he was still standing on the balls of his feet, ready to run or Quicksilver or do something. He might be working for the police, but he didn't carry a gun. He didn't like carrying guns. Maybe it was time to rethink that.
He watched the human turned skittish and stared plainly. In a rare moment of second thoughts, Luse muttered to himself a number of profanities about the human race and started again on his way.
- - - - -
And in a new City with troubles his host couldn't begin to imagine, Par left out a sigh of relief as he suppressed a few memories here, and tweaked a few impulses there.
His work done, he decided to take a break and watch through a few of Luse's fantasies again.