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 Posted: Fri Sep 29, 2006 12:09 am
Once a proper police station, the GPD Durem Office has since fallen into disrepair due to budget cuts. Violent crimes and vandalism soon claimed the place. The police station was over run, ransacked for valuables, and abandoned. The only officer left was Officer Bob. First Sergeant Ping was assigned to the old station in an attempt to turn things around.
Having greased some palms and picked a few pockets, with as much ruthlessness as the criminals she pursues, Ping has made sufficient progress. The place is back up and running with all the ammenities of a modern police station: holding cells, security camera's, interrogation...er, "interview" rooms, a small kitchen where old stale coffee goes to die, and a large upstairs office where Ping has taken residence with Officer Bob acting as her personal assitant, stationed at the front desk and always on-call. Other officers and detectives are allocated cubicles downstairs in the bull pen; they're cramped, but at least the desks have chairs now, and the computer systems have been replaced with top-of-the-line models. With Ping running things now, the GPD might just become a force to be reckoned with in Durem.
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Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2006 12:38 am
::ping headed into the headquarters nodding to bob and went streight up the staires and into her room hanging the dress in the closet, she turned and headed out picking up a shotgun and keys to one of the newly delivered cruisers. and out the back to the garage she went::
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 4:42 am
::Officer O'Grady typed up his report in between coffie and doughnut breaks. Bob had been running around all day making sure every desk was neat and keeping fresh doughnuts in the break room. he had been like this everyday since that fine piece of A$$ walked in here. Srg. Ping... Dear god that woman could cuff him anytime, he took anopther bite and went back to his report::
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Posted: Wed Oct 11, 2006 6:04 pm
The mint green paint on the old Buick, already rusting and peeling, shed further flakes as the redhead slammed the drivers side door shut. The damn door tended to stick, and never wanted to shut or open properly...of course, that was better that the back door, which didn't open at all.
Leaning in through the window, the woman grunted in annoyance when she had to wriggle in further to reach the non-descript duffle bag, hauling it out with some effort. Slinging it over her petite shoulder with a triumphant smirk, she turned around to study the cop shop as she walked towards the entrance, neglecting to lock the car up. Any idiot stupid enough to want to steal that pile of crap was welcome to it. Besides, she'd just catch up with them on the freeway later; they'd be the ones bent under the hood, bitching and cussing while steam hissed out of the rattley old junker.
Pushing the swinging door open, she moved up to the front desk and flashed a pretty smile at the officer manning it.
"Hey there. Any chance I can have a quick word with the man in charge?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 15, 2006 8:09 am
::ping entered just as mia asked the question::
Its mamm for the time being. I'm the comanding officer.
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Posted: Thu Oct 19, 2006 12:34 pm
Glancing back over her shoulder, Mia flashed a bright, cheery smile at the perky little blonde behind her. She took a moment to dump the duffel on the ground, giving herself time to process the fact that her commanding officer looked as though she ought to be worrying about her manicure matching her outfit. Ah well, appearances were often decieving. Turning sharply on her heel, she clicked her boots and saluted smartly.
"Officer Devlin, reporting for duty ma'am. Just transfered in from H.Q. They said you might be a little...er...understaffed."
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Posted: Thu Oct 19, 2006 12:52 pm
: razz ing looked her up and down, shifting her weight to her other side::
Thats putting it lightly...
::she brushed past the girl heading in swaying her hips taking a doughnut from O'grady, and heading to her office, looking back to the new recruit::
make yourself at home...
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Posted: Sun Nov 12, 2006 11:50 pm
::pings cell rings, she answers it::
Yes? a murder? Oh? A suspect was seen fleeing the scene? I'll be right there.
::she hangs it up, and looks to the new girl::
We have a call Meet me at the busy bee motel...
::ping heads out the door and peels off::
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Posted: Sun Dec 17, 2006 2:36 am
::ping followed the officers in as they drud clav through the lobby and tossed him in the interrigation room stripping him of all but his clothes. Ping entered the viewing room and waited for him to wake up::
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Posted: Wed Feb 14, 2007 2:53 pm
Officer Devlin casually leaned her forearm against the wall, studying their quarry through the two-way glass with a small frown on her face. Caught fleeing the scene of the crime, but that didn't make him guilty. Then again, it sure as hell didn't paint him over with angelic innocence either.
"I would suggest we double team him, ma'am. He may prove stubborn."
An admirable quality in a man, she mused. Except when that man was sitting in her interview room. Flicking a glance over at Ping, she allowed herself a slow smile.
"You wanna be good cop or bad cop?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 14, 2007 3:00 pm
Clavian's head twitches slightly, his limp form slowly regaining conciousness. The confusion of background noise slowly resolves into a rabble of voices, eyes flickering open, still unfocused from the blow to the back of his head which was, now he was becoming dully aware of it, throbbing hellishly.
Blearily peering round the small, dark room helped very little; the only thing swimming in to some form of focus was a rectangle of pale light at the far side of the space.
Movement only caused more pain. Laying back down till the purple lights had faded from his vision, he tried to remember how he'd got here...
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Posted: Wed Feb 14, 2007 3:05 pm
::ping smirked at mia::
I'm going to get a confession, stuborn or not if I have to beat it out of him. Lets play it by ear shall we...
::ping smiled and headed into the interrigation room::
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Posted: Wed Feb 14, 2007 3:12 pm
Shaking her head slightly, Mia followed her C.O. into the interview room, closing the door behind her with a quiet click. Studying the half-concious man sprawled on the table with solemn grey eyes, she moved to turn on the tape recorder.
"Sergeant Ping and Officer Devlin, conducting an interview with suspect at..."
She checked her watch, rattled off the time and date. Looking up at the man again, she cleared her throat and crossed to the corner of the room to pour a plastic cup of water from the cooler there. Moving to the suspects side, Mia set it beside his hand and gave his shoulder a gentle shake, a small smile of sympathy on her face.
"Come on now, wakey wakey. How are you feeling?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 14, 2007 3:19 pm
The entrance of two people pulled Clavian from his daze. A voice, female, said something as the world swam back, and a soft but not unkind hand rested on his shoulder.
Blinking heavily, trying to get the world to organise itself, the face above him cleared a little, enough to make out the faint smile; so far, non-hostile.
Groaning slightly as he tried to sit up, the purple lights flashing angrily on his eyelids again, he spoke.
"Jeez... who the hell hit me, and what with?"
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