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taxonomites2011-01-27 09:36 pm
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[HOLO | sanctuary] the sound of your own wheels
“Andy?” Jason called out loud, looking around. “Can’t I do something else now? No one’s calling.” This working at a desk business wasn’t going to work. When he said he wanted to be a cop he meant being out in the field, taking down the bad guys and busting meth labs every Tuesday. If he had known that being a cop meant playing secretary he would have just stayed on the road crew. At least there he had a supervisor position and some authority. Being on the bottom rung and making copies got old within the first hour.
He wandered to the office supply cabinet and grabbed a box of paperclips. After opening the box he began to loop one through another and loop the other after that, making a chain. Now he could at least stay entertained. He strung one end of the chain at the top of a filing cabinet and strung the other against his desk and attempted a limbo, bending backward and walking underneath the paperclip chain. Upon successfully completing this he lowered the end that was attached to the cabinet and tried again from the other side.
This time around he couldn’t quite make it and got himself caught, slipping to the ground. Instinctively Jason shut his eyes during the fall and upon opening them he looked up at the ceiling. This wasn’t how he remembered the sheriff’s station. Why was everything silver all of a sudden? Jason pressed his hand against his head and upon doing so noticed what looked like a bracelet fused to his skin. “What the fuck? What is this?” He picked himself up and shuffled backward, looking around and dropping into a defensive stance. “Whoever kidnapped me, you’d best get your ass out here right now. I got a lotta people who’ll come looking for me when they find out I’m gone. You will be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law for kidnapping a cop.” Jason had no idea what the validity was of that last sentence, but it sure as hell sounded good.
He wandered to the office supply cabinet and grabbed a box of paperclips. After opening the box he began to loop one through another and loop the other after that, making a chain. Now he could at least stay entertained. He strung one end of the chain at the top of a filing cabinet and strung the other against his desk and attempted a limbo, bending backward and walking underneath the paperclip chain. Upon successfully completing this he lowered the end that was attached to the cabinet and tried again from the other side.
This time around he couldn’t quite make it and got himself caught, slipping to the ground. Instinctively Jason shut his eyes during the fall and upon opening them he looked up at the ceiling. This wasn’t how he remembered the sheriff’s station. Why was everything silver all of a sudden? Jason pressed his hand against his head and upon doing so noticed what looked like a bracelet fused to his skin. “What the fuck? What is this?” He picked himself up and shuffled backward, looking around and dropping into a defensive stance. “Whoever kidnapped me, you’d best get your ass out here right now. I got a lotta people who’ll come looking for me when they find out I’m gone. You will be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law for kidnapping a cop.” Jason had no idea what the validity was of that last sentence, but it sure as hell sounded good.
[holo]
He picks up the tablet and the door opens. For better or worse he'll figure out where to go and what to do. In his attempts at half looking around and half playing with the tablet Jason has managed to pull up the map. It renews his confidence somewhat. "Thanks for your help," Jason says to both the tablet and Angel as the door shuts behind him.