We knew the peace wouldn't last
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noteasytobepinkWho: Clarice & Bill
When: The beginning of Bill's ending
What: Guess who's back? Back in Town?
"Clarice?"
She blinked and looked down at the radio on her belt, attention drawn by the crackling voice even as she reached out to snag one of the kids, keeping them inside the crosswalk. It took a few minutes to corral all the kids out of the street, hell there must have been a birthday cupcake event or something to get the kids this wound up. Still. "Yeah?"
"Hey there, listen, we've got a report of an abandoned vehicle out on route 6."
"So?" she snorted. "Get Charlie's tow rig out there and call it a day."
"Charlie's already out on eighteen, got an RV breakdown. Just need to make sure it's an actual abandonment and not some idiots pissing in the woods."
"Charming," she noted. "Let me guess..."
"Still low man, girl, sorry. You get this one. Besides, you like jogging!" Dispatch laughed.
Yeah, well, if she caught someone poaching they were going to regret it, yes. "Soon as the munchkins are all herded then. If it's abandoned it's not running away," just saying. And if it wasn't abandoned, well, if they got it clear before she got there all the better? She didn't mind a door to door hunt in town, it was like hide and seek, but out on the road could get annoying.
It was another half hour before the last stragglers were safely crossed and handed off to parents. As to why parents couldn't escort their own kids instead of meeting them on the other side of the road, well, that had never been well explained but she was pretty sure it boiled down to 'we've always crossed the kids', big on tradition here. Another three minutes to shuck the crossing guard vest and sign, tuck them in the school closet, and then she was headed off. Route 9 wasn't that far, as the crow flies, as long as one didn't mind the fields between.
She ran the road up to the highway and back down to town before hitting her radio, "No sign of a vehicle," she called, annoyed. "Covered the ten miles from Hilliger farm to the highway and back. Saw some pull off points but no telling how fresh those tracks are."
"Hate to tell you Clarice, but there's a report out on Rout 22 now. We've got others checking the call from Route 8. You up for it?"
That was...odd. Yes. "I'm on it." Sure, it was clear across town but it wasn't like she had plans or anything. Was today some obscure pranking day? The drive cops nut day on the calendar? She'd guess 'tweaking the deputies tail' day but she'd kind of outgrown that point quite early on. The guys at the precinct learned to let her be after they found spiders inside their donuts. For a week solid. Sometimes it was all about knowing how to push back when boys were being jerks.
Night was falling by the time she hit the new road, scanning for any sign or headlights, tail lights, engine sounds...what she heard after a while was the soft crack and crunch of branches. She honed in on that and blinked at what she found, "Dispatch? I've got that car...it's been pushed off the road and behind some bushes. No sign of any driver, empty, doors open..." creepy as hell honestly.
That wasn't good.
"Repeat that? Did you say pushed off into the woods?"
"Yeah, I did," she admitted, backing up to stand firmly on the road again.
"I'll have the other guys looking out for that. We got more calls but we're missing cars..."
Hell. That was really damn weird. "Nothing about Rout 5 yet right? I'll go see if I can catch our prankers in the act and if I do I'm shaking them by their ears or something."
"Good plan, I'll let the sheriff know."
"Thanks, I'll call in when I can." Route 5 was less in favor these days, more of a back road since it didn't connect to the new highway, so it was a great place to lay a trap as it were. Hopefully she wouldn't be camped out all night waiting...
...granted, she found a truck sitting halfway down, lights on, doors open, empty. "Dispatch? I've got old James's truck here. He's not the prank sort. I'm coming in." To talk to the others and see if anyone else was having a creepy night.
And maybe she'd check on James's house on the way in, yeah. Lights were on and the TV was on when she passed by, so, Mrs. James was certainly alright and not worried but...
"Going to be one of those nights," she sighed.
When: The beginning of Bill's ending
What: Guess who's back? Back in Town?
"Clarice?"
She blinked and looked down at the radio on her belt, attention drawn by the crackling voice even as she reached out to snag one of the kids, keeping them inside the crosswalk. It took a few minutes to corral all the kids out of the street, hell there must have been a birthday cupcake event or something to get the kids this wound up. Still. "Yeah?"
"Hey there, listen, we've got a report of an abandoned vehicle out on route 6."
"So?" she snorted. "Get Charlie's tow rig out there and call it a day."
"Charlie's already out on eighteen, got an RV breakdown. Just need to make sure it's an actual abandonment and not some idiots pissing in the woods."
"Charming," she noted. "Let me guess..."
"Still low man, girl, sorry. You get this one. Besides, you like jogging!" Dispatch laughed.
Yeah, well, if she caught someone poaching they were going to regret it, yes. "Soon as the munchkins are all herded then. If it's abandoned it's not running away," just saying. And if it wasn't abandoned, well, if they got it clear before she got there all the better? She didn't mind a door to door hunt in town, it was like hide and seek, but out on the road could get annoying.
It was another half hour before the last stragglers were safely crossed and handed off to parents. As to why parents couldn't escort their own kids instead of meeting them on the other side of the road, well, that had never been well explained but she was pretty sure it boiled down to 'we've always crossed the kids', big on tradition here. Another three minutes to shuck the crossing guard vest and sign, tuck them in the school closet, and then she was headed off. Route 9 wasn't that far, as the crow flies, as long as one didn't mind the fields between.
She ran the road up to the highway and back down to town before hitting her radio, "No sign of a vehicle," she called, annoyed. "Covered the ten miles from Hilliger farm to the highway and back. Saw some pull off points but no telling how fresh those tracks are."
"Hate to tell you Clarice, but there's a report out on Rout 22 now. We've got others checking the call from Route 8. You up for it?"
That was...odd. Yes. "I'm on it." Sure, it was clear across town but it wasn't like she had plans or anything. Was today some obscure pranking day? The drive cops nut day on the calendar? She'd guess 'tweaking the deputies tail' day but she'd kind of outgrown that point quite early on. The guys at the precinct learned to let her be after they found spiders inside their donuts. For a week solid. Sometimes it was all about knowing how to push back when boys were being jerks.
Night was falling by the time she hit the new road, scanning for any sign or headlights, tail lights, engine sounds...what she heard after a while was the soft crack and crunch of branches. She honed in on that and blinked at what she found, "Dispatch? I've got that car...it's been pushed off the road and behind some bushes. No sign of any driver, empty, doors open..." creepy as hell honestly.
That wasn't good.
"Repeat that? Did you say pushed off into the woods?"
"Yeah, I did," she admitted, backing up to stand firmly on the road again.
"I'll have the other guys looking out for that. We got more calls but we're missing cars..."
Hell. That was really damn weird. "Nothing about Rout 5 yet right? I'll go see if I can catch our prankers in the act and if I do I'm shaking them by their ears or something."
"Good plan, I'll let the sheriff know."
"Thanks, I'll call in when I can." Route 5 was less in favor these days, more of a back road since it didn't connect to the new highway, so it was a great place to lay a trap as it were. Hopefully she wouldn't be camped out all night waiting...
...granted, she found a truck sitting halfway down, lights on, doors open, empty. "Dispatch? I've got old James's truck here. He's not the prank sort. I'm coming in." To talk to the others and see if anyone else was having a creepy night.
And maybe she'd check on James's house on the way in, yeah. Lights were on and the TV was on when she passed by, so, Mrs. James was certainly alright and not worried but...
"Going to be one of those nights," she sighed.
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Date: 2017-04-04 01:40 am (UTC)They'd have to get out of the vehicles at some point anyways.
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Date: 2017-04-05 09:41 am (UTC)Going down washout alley anyway? Totally.
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Date: 2017-04-12 07:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-04-12 07:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-04-12 08:56 pm (UTC)"Slow up, but keep drivin'. Everyone, be ready... "
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Date: 2017-04-18 06:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-04-24 05:03 am (UTC)So no, they weren't going to start shooting them.
"Shit. They ain't attackin' yet, maybe they are just cows. Nudge one of 'em with the bumper, see if that moves 'im."
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Date: 2017-04-24 06:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-04-26 08:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-05-07 05:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-05-09 08:04 pm (UTC)"They're just cows." The relief was clear in his voice. Better still, like the herd animals they were, the others started to walk with the first, ambling off the road.
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Date: 2017-05-10 07:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-05-20 05:31 am (UTC)It was Bill's personal worry that Grant was playing a smarter game this time, but he was going to keep those thoughts to himself.