[voice]Listen up

[c-lassiter-sbpd.livejournal.com]

[Carlton turned on his tablet to the voice setting, not really feeling like showing his face currently. He had plans to shape Taxon up - not that he had shared them with anyone. The latest tablet buzz about yet another set of attacks had only helped him decide that there was no time like the present. He was in this Taxon place - so he might as well do the only thing he was good at. Maybe there would be a few who might join up? If not, he could do it alone. Or die trying.]

Alright, folks. I've only been here a little while now, but it's already easy to see that you all need a little law and a lot of order around this place.

So here's where I come in. Detective Carlton Lassiter, Santa Barbara Police Department. If you're interested in shaping this place up, feel free to contact me with this. Thing. Otherwise, keep your nose clean.

[ooc - Carlton is making a bit of an ass out of himself and doesn't fully realize it.]

Comments

oho, lassie, you brilliant cop, you

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

[Laughing forever.]

Oh, great, we got a TV show cop on our hands. Next thing you know, you're gonna be feeding me some crappy pun about the most recent attack.

[c-lassiter-sbpd.livejournal.com]

No, what you've got is someone sick of living in chaos. What would you rather I do, kid? Just sit back and hope nothing nasty comes lumbering my way? Everyone's got something they're good at. This is mine. If I'm not supposed to do that, then what exactly would you suggest?

[This might be more effective if he planned to listen to the answer]

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

[It would be, but Dean's going to reply anyway. In an almost scarily cheerful tone.]

First of all, you call me kid again, and I'll shoot you in the leg. Second, you got no idea what I do for a living, so don't assume. Y'know what they say about assuming, right?

Dean + Lassie = BFF 4EVA, Just sayin

[c-lassiter-sbpd.livejournal.com]

[This is his 'Oooh I'm so scared' face. Learn it, love it.]

Alright, scout, don't get your panties in a twist. You're assuming about me and my abilities already, so unless you want to play the part of the pot in tonight's production, I suggest you quit while you're ahead.

Let me guess. You've got some problem with cops. Someone towed your precious car and you just couldn't get laid on prom night. So now you've got this beef with anyone carrying a badge. Am I close?

omg ikr

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

[And this is Dean's 'you are a moron' face. 8D]

Yeah, I'm assuming about your abilities, 'cause I'm pretty damn sure you've never gone face-to-face with a vampire before. And no, I got a problem with cops who are too big for their britches. And with cops who try to do my job for me, and fail miserably at it.

Sound familiar?

[c-lassiter-sbpd.livejournal.com]

Never done your job, kid. I only do mine.

hoo boy.

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

I'm gonna kick your ass, faux cop. [Irritated, now.]

[c-lassiter-sbpd.livejournal.com]

Now who's too big for their britches? [snorts] Try it, kid. Just try it.

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

[That would be the sound of Dean turning off his feed and getting up to go find Lassiter. Dean does not back down from a challenge.]

[c-lassiter-sbpd.livejournal.com]

[Meanwhile, Lassiter passively cleaned his gun at his desk - not in the least worried about Dean or his loud and scary attitude.]