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bakerstreet2016-09-01 06:19 pm
socketeer) wrote in bakerstreet2016-09-01 06:19 pm( picture prompt meme )
 the picture prompt meme I — Comment with your character.
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socketeer) wrote in bakerstreet2016-09-01 06:19 pm
the picture prompt meme I — Comment with your character.
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[ there's a few REALLY cool things going down tonight. first: a car chase! car chases are the bomb. they make jake feel like he's in the fast and the furious or something, except with 99% less swagger (regretfully, there are some maneuvers you just can't perform, even as a cop). secondly: a car chase ENDING! a car chase ending is cool because it means you've just caught the perp, of course, and boy does this perp need catching. luckily someone else is taking care of all that gross paperwork, so jake gets to skedaddle early and roam the streets - gets to treat himself to a hot cup of coffee (with bonus free donut in a paper bag - thanks, stereotype!) as he casually makes his way back to his apartment.
it's on the way back to his apartment that he sees the third coolest thing tonight: there's a car lying on its side on the dark street, and jake is SO sure he just saw it tossed like a rag doll by some incomprehensible force. there's also a man running away and yelling nearby (possibly crying), but really, all of jake's attention is focused on the car. he should probably pull a gun, but he's still kind of hazy on the details of what's going on here. it's dark, anyway, and if this is a carjacking, this is one bad carjacking, because that car is not doing any miles anytime soon. ]
Heeeellllo? [ jake doesn't really know what he's expecting. the current possibilities for him right now are: paranormal activity, BEAR!!!, or like... SUPER strong mutant raccoon. he slooowly reaches for his holster. ]
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[ after filling up on money shots for an infidelity case acquired only the other day, jess opts to stop at a convenience store for a top up on her whiskey thermos and an amble home over waiting for the next train. she can pass it off to herself as patrolling, some neighborhood watch kind of shit like the red devil gets up to, and then it gives some meaning to her keyed-up senses clashing up against the numbing burn of concealed liquor.
usually it's sloppy drunks who got too blasted prior to last call that come spilling out into the street, loudly looking for a fight or a good time. she's honestly never been casually tailed down an empty street by a black sedan before, but first times for everything. when jess turns down an alley, the creep takes the bait. even switches his headlights off. parking to block her way back to the street, he gets out with a seedy smile that crumbles with her hand around his throat. when he pulls the gun from behind his back, she pins his wrist to the brick wall; with both hands full, he still has one free to pull a knife from his belt and catch her shoulder with it as she tries to step back out of reach. at least she yanks the gun from his grip, causing him to run for the safety of his vehicle.
she's faster and kicks the absolute shit out of the side, sending it flying from the alley. even jess is somewhat taken aback by her strength -- in silence as opposed to the perv who chooses to babble out prayers and the first synonyms for "freak bitch" that strike his brain. there's a stir from the garbage collected in the corner formed between a dumpster and a building, knocked from alignment by a scrape of the car, mid-flight. with immediate concern, she rushes towards the vagrant groaning from alcohol-laden stupor, who growls at her and pushes her off to resume his rest.
jess calls him an ass, looks up to find her attacker has fled. pissed off with people, she retrieves her dropped bag and then stalks to the mouth of the alley, nearly colliding with a guy coming to check out the commotion. ]
Move -- [ damn it, she can't even see where the creep went. could've turned any number of corners. jess settles on her heels, fishing into her back pocket for her phone. offhandedly, to newly arrived plaid guy: ] Hey, congrats, you just became a witness. [ dialing 911 ]
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Yow -- [ jake yelps upon collision, being much more soft and pliable than whoever bumps into him (freaking donut stereotype). he does a good job of re-gaining his balance, at least, and even manages to not crush the donut nestled preciously in his leather jacket's pocket (he patted it just to check - it's the small things in life).
the strange lady (very strange, very suspicious, jake's detective instincts are going haywire) is already in motion by the time he's done checking up on his hot jam confection, pulling a phone out and -- wait, what? ]
Uh. [ jake pulls a face, and upon seeing the number being dialed (three keypresses, very conspicuous, just good detecting that jake picks it up, really), he quickly rushes to bat a hand at the phone. ] Now wait just a second here, becaaause I don't know if you know this but firstly, witnesses, like, witness things and secondly, it's your lucky day because guess whose number you're dialing?
[ that's not technically true, of course, but jake points both of his thumbs at himself and wiggles them anyway. enthusiastically. ]
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Badge. [ he has precisely 5 seconds to prove he isn't wasting her time. then again, it's not like a cop hasn't wasted her time before. then tried to kill her. lucky for him, the vibe he's putting out is pretty far off from simpson's, even before he went all addict aggro. definitely no military bearing skulking around under all that chatter. though the urge is there, she's not inclined to lean into her mistrust past the initial skepticism. ]
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Badge. Aaaaand told. 'cos I'm a real cop. [ uh, what he means is: ] Good instincts, though. Always gotta' make sure these days. Detective Jake Peralta, at your service.
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and he would have gotten away with it, too.
she heads for the wreckage to get the number herself, swapping to the camera app on her phone and continuing to exposition the detective who seems proud just to be there. ]
He followed me into the alley and tried to assault me. There's a gun, if you want it. [ a broad gesture in the direction from which she came. ]
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He tried to assault you. [ there's a lot of confusion there, but no skepticism. jake wouldn't put it past creeps and assholes to prey on women in alleyways, of course, but the whole car thing and the dude-running-away-almost-crying thing leaves a giant hole in the story. this lady is also way too untraumatised, though she also seems way too grouchy (and like too much of a hard-ass) to be a liar. he hovers there for a second, trying to decide what to do. he could call it in and get someone on the case, but the skeleton crew at this time of night isn't going to do much given that nobody's in immediate danger. which means, if anything's going to be done, jake's going to have to head it up himself. ]
Okay, okay, okay. How about this? You tell me the bit you're leaving out, and I'll guarantee that this will be sorted before the day's over -- uh -- before the day starts. What I mean is in the next twelve hours. [ he raises an eyebrow at her, though she's not really looking at him. he takes a snap of the plate and car (for records' sake), then makes a beeline towards the gestured direction for the gun, waiting to hear her answer before running anything. ]