| March prompt 68. ..and then the cops came... |
[Mar. 6th, 2007|04:01 pm] |
They push a couple of tables together, laughing and teasing, the rookies doing most of the work while the seasoned cops call to the waitresses by name. I watch from my booth, not sure if they notice me and are ignoring me, or if I’m invisible to them.
It’s a strange position, this role I find myself in. For the most part it’s not personal; it’s hard for the guys to relax when the boss is around and these guys deserve to relax. One of the cops, though, is a young man named Simmons. He was friends with officer Bell, and still holds me accountable for what happened last year. Not that I blame him, of course.
I’ve never made much of an effort to make friends with my fellow brothers in blue. I’ve never been the kind of person who needed many friends. The few that I’ve found share the same need I do for justice. They come to work every night with guns and determination. They simply happen to be scientists.
Sitting alone in my booth I sip my coffee and wait to see if any of them show up here, at the cafe halfway between the police station and the crime lab. Halfway between... the story of my life. |
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| 47. What do you believe follows death? An afterlife, Heaven, Hell, something else or nothing at all? |
[Jan. 29th, 2007|12:17 pm] |
The first time it ever occured to me that I could die I was nineteen years old. I was in Nam on a recon mission with a guy named Peter, who was only a year younger then I was but seemed like a kid still. One minute we were telling each other dirty jokes and the next half of Peter's head was gone and I could feel the sticky dampness of his blood on my skin.
That was thirty-five years ago.
I've been thinking about Peter lately. We we're only a couple of feet apart on that narrow jungle path- why was he the one hit by the bullet? Why did he go home in a wooden box, his life over, while I had to continue to fight and kill? Why did I have to wait over a quarter of a century for the bullet with my name on it to find me?
Yeah, I have a bullet too. May 11, 2006. It didn't kill me, like Peter's, though it came damn close. Close enough for me to spend a couple of weeks in the hospital and then another month and a half in bed. And let me tell you that laying around a bed for two months gives you way too much thinking time. Not a hell of a lot of answers, though.
Is there a heaven or a hell? I don't know. If there is a hell I can give you a list of people who should be there. And as for heaven- I don't know if I deserve it. Someday I'll find out, though. I wear a reminder of how close that day could be.
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| Who are you? |
[Jan. 26th, 2007|02:11 pm] |
So you want to know something about me, huh? Well I guess I'll start by telling you about my job, because though it's kind of sad to admit that's what most often defines me.
I'm a cop. More specifically I'm a homicide Captain working out of Las Vegas. I work the night shift, and seem to spend more time with the CSIs then my fellow police officers. That's probably because I used to run the CSI lab during night shift. I went back to homicide about 7 years ago and no, I don't want to talk about why.
I've been here in Vegas a little over ten years. Before that I spent most of my life- not counting a couple of tours in the jungle of 'Nam- in Jersey. I had a wife once but that didn't last long. I have a daughter too, not that she has anything to do with me. Ellie is... hell, I don't know, or don't want to admit, exactly what Ellie is. I haven't seen her for a couple of years. She came to see me last spring but I was in a coma and she didn't hang around to see me wake up.
So far as other females in my life- I date, though not often. My job keep me pretty busy and sleeping during the day makes socializing difficult. There are a couple of blonds I can't help noticing, but so far they're both just friends.
And that's about it... |
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| Who are you? |
[Jan. 26th, 2007|01:21 pm] |
FULL NAME: Captain James Brass
GENDER: Male
DATE of BIRTH: Jan 3, 1953
PLACE of BIRTH: Jersey City, New Jersey
KNOWN RELATIVES: Daughter Ellie Rebecca Brass (not biological)
SIGNIFICANT OTHER(S): None
MARITAL STATUS: Divorced
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Straight
RELIGION: Protestant, non practicing
CURRENT EMPLOYMENT: Captain, LVPD
JOB POSITION: Homicide detective
FIELD of EXPERTISE: Murder, forensics
PREVIOUS EMPLOYMENT: CSI nightshift supervisor LVPD, homicide and vice, New Jersey
EDUCATION: BS in Justice, New Jersey City University
IDENTIFYING MARKS: 2 tattoos, many scars
HISTORY: Enlisted in the Marine Corps right out of high school, and after boot camp went to Vietnam, where I did two tours of duty. When I returned I enrolled in NJCU. After graduation I applied for a job at the NJPD. Married at 29, I was overjoyed a few years later to learn that I was going to be a father. It wasn't until after the birth that I learned of my wife's affair. Three years later we divorced, but it wasn't until a few years later that I left the state and moved to Vegas.
PERSONALITY: I'd call myself a people person. My favorite part of the job is working with people- interrogatin suspects, talking to witness. I hates paperwork. Known for my biting satirical wit, I've been told that I use my dark sense of humor as a coping mechanism. My ability to stay calm in almost any circumstance makes me a good interrogator and negotiator- not counting that incident last May. Tenacious like a bull dog, I rarely drop something if I believe in it.
HABITS/HOBBIES: marksmanship, bowling, watching tv, yard work
PETS: None |
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