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Post by Deleted on Apr 2, 2016 0:29:43 GMT 2
Dakota sat in the chair across from Elliot Mackie's desk. He was twirling a pen between his fingers, and waited patiently for Elliot to explode. Dakota's fists were bloody, and bruised. He had gotten into a fight with a fellow officer, and had shattered his nose, gave him a black eye, busted his lip, knocked a tooth loose, bruised his face, and split his cheek. He wasn't one to leave his opponent much left of a face. Dakota remained silent, waiting for a response. He saw his file on Elliot's desk, it contained everything from the death of his parents, to the school shooting, his time in the military, and even his affiliation with the Bianchi family. He knew that Elliot held some cards, but Dakota had a few in his own hand, he would just have to choose to use them. He didn't fear Elliot, he knew he had experience, he knew Elliot was tough, but Elliot wouldn't fight a fellow officer, he was smarter than that. Or at least, that's what Dakota thought, although he had known men to make unwise decisions. |
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Post by Elliot Mackie on Apr 2, 2016 21:33:36 GMT 2
When he had received word that there had been a fight, at first had Elliot rolled his eyes. He had known officers to play rough every once in a while, that was not usually a concern. It was when he had been told of the damage that his flippant attitude changed. He almost didn't believe it, but when informed of just who had been involved, then he believed it—one hundred percent. Needless to say, Elliot was far less than pleased. ----- He lifted the folder of papers and tapped it on his desk to straighten the documents, and lay it open on the surface before him. He gave it the briefest glance, then glared at the young man sitting across the desk. Momentarily, words escaped him. He composed himself to the best of his ability, but the anger in him was slowly burning a hole through his reason. "A fistfight in my police department," he seethed, recalling the events that had been relayed to him. "Violent misconduct. Assault of a fellow officer resulting in significant injury." Elliot's eyes narrowed, brow knit in nothing short of severe irritation. "What the fuck is wrong with you?!" @dakota |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 3, 2016 2:09:08 GMT 2
Dakota stood there for a minute, he didn't reply. He glanced at his file again, he kept calm. He then opened his mouth to speak, "Not my fault," he said. The other officer started the fight. He pushed him, and Dakota swung, although the amount of times he swung were unnecessary. He stopped twirling the pen, and slipped it into his shirt pocket. His fists were covered by two pieces of torn fabric, that were already stained with blood. His phone began to vibrate, but he ignored it, knowing who it was, and knowing that Elliot Mackie was already furious, and it was best if he left him alone. |
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