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Post by Elliot Mackie on Apr 9, 2016 5:42:03 GMT 2
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Post by Elliot Mackie on Apr 7, 2016 5:14:44 GMT 2
ELLIOT to Bianca Bianchi I just woke up. I have bruises on both knees and one elbow. I have a lighter and nip of Smirnoff blueberry in my bed, rug burn on one hip and about 12 pics of you and me on my camera. This needs to stop happening. |
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Post by Elliot Mackie on Apr 6, 2016 7:41:21 GMT 2
Elliot Mackie to Tony Dega If you think for one second that I would forget Mardi Gras, you clearly don't know how much I love boobs. |
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Post by Elliot Mackie on Apr 6, 2016 7:14:25 GMT 2
More times than a pretty smart human could count. And, yes, I get it. I work with annoying as fuck people, too. ... Holy fucking shit did you just proposition me? BETHANY |
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Post by Elliot Mackie on Apr 6, 2016 7:04:39 GMT 2
That was demanding. Okay, sorry. BETHANY |
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Post by Elliot Mackie on Apr 6, 2016 6:42:00 GMT 2
When I asked you what? Oh. That. You know, the PD was just bombed and I need every possible officer available. I speak before I think. BETHANY |
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Post by Elliot Mackie on Apr 4, 2016 21:20:12 GMT 2
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Post by Elliot Mackie on Apr 4, 2016 8:59:31 GMT 2
He picked up the obnoxious sound of her heels clacking across the floor before she had even opened the door. At the sound of Bianca's voice he looked up at her, gave her a gratuitous once-over, raised his eyebrows and nodded in the direction of his poor wet tie. She was prompt, he'd give her that. He could not get a word in edgewise before she was suddenly invading his personal space, grabbing his tie in a way that made him think she would strangle him to death. There were plenty of people in the department that would just love to see that come to fruition. He doubted Bianca had the strength, motivation or resolve to actually do something like that, but he remained skeptical. One could never be too careful around a Bianchi. "Easy!" he winced in response having his hands smacked away from the two-hundred-dollar petty accessory. "Believe me, I'm not any happier than you are about it." Elliot rolled his eyes, relaxed slightly at the sensation of Bianca's fingers fiddling around the collar of his shirt. Whoops, he thought as he just narrowly avoided letting his head fall in between her breasts. When the tie had been slid from around his neck, he leaned back in his office chair, unbuttoned the top button of his shirt. It was actually a welcome sensation after having a tie constricting his neck for half the morning—he always seemed to make it too tight. He gestured at the thoroughly ruined tie. "Bianca, set that aside somewhere so I remember to take it to the dry cleaner." He reached across the desk for the now-empty mug. "I think that's enough coffee for today." |
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Post by Elliot Mackie on Apr 4, 2016 7:55:12 GMT 2
Doctor Dogwood. Hi. Thanks for contacting me. We've been kind of concerned around here. It's Stoltzman. And honestly, I don't blame him. Getting shot really fucking sucks, to say the least. BETHANY |
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Post by Elliot Mackie on Apr 4, 2016 6:51:13 GMT 2
He berated himself inwardly, slipped his hands into his pockets and leaned against the nurses' desk. Come on, chief, you know better. Indeed, he did know better, part from personal experience and part from just plain common sense (which had seemed to escape him for a moment there), to not doubt the advises of an experienced medical professional. He shook his head slowly for a moment, then shrugged. Way to go, Elliot. not your most impressive moment, there. (And she was pretty, too!) He lifted his gaze from the floor to Doctor Dogwood's face, which he could easily see was neither impressed not amused. He had just opened his mouth to speak when the familiar sound of his ringtone broke the silence (the theme song to Hawaii Five-O, don't judge). He quickly slipped it from his pocket and looked at the screen. His eyes widened just then, and he was quick to answer it. "Mackie. ... Checking on officer Stoltzman in the hospital. ... Right now? ... Oh. Shit. I'll be there ASAP." He dropped the phone from his ear and back into his pocket, turned to address the doctor again. "Sorry. Important dispatch just went out. I really need to go." He grabbed a stray piece of paper and pen from the desk and scribbled down a series of numbers. "My cell phone number. Personal. Keep me posted," he said plainly, emphasizing the urgency of his needing to go. "And don't give it to anyone else, obviously."[EXEUNT] |
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Post by Elliot Mackie on Apr 3, 2016 15:58:10 GMT 2
Elliot's tie was soaked with coffee, dripping, sopping wet. He held the tie over the now-empty mug on the desk, squeezed the fabric to release the majority of the liquid from the fibers. One of his best ties, a formal royal blue one that he had accidentally grabbed instead of a nearly identical daily work tie. He had spilled the half-full mug (the one from his kids) upon the ringing of the dispatch phone. He didn't even listen to the description of the circumstances before approving the officer dispatch. He hissed inward as the hot liquid in his lap. With an audible curse, he dropped the receiver on the desk and bolted up from his chair. Dangling the tie on his neck over the mug, he pressed the pager button to the secretary. "Bianca," he demanded, "come here, now. Please." |
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Post by Elliot Mackie on Apr 3, 2016 4:57:52 GMT 2
He sighed, obviously far less than thrilled. Sure, he had expected nothing less than for the officer to be out of active commission, but it didn't mean he was going to be openly accepting of that fact. Elliot frowned as the woman relayed the damage, thoroughly displeased, but composed in public company. "Damn. That's what I was afraid of." Despite gossip on the contrary, he did have the capacity to give a shit about the physical health of his subordinates. He paused for a moment to think, to reflect on all of it. Then he complained, "Doctor Dogwood," he said after a brief glance at her ID tag, "John is one of the best on duty. Are you sure there's nothing that you, or anyone else can do to speed up the recovery process?" But he knew what she said was true. He thought of his own past wounds, especially the shot that had just barely missed going right through his internal viscera. It had put him out of duty for quite a while, he didn't remember exactly how long. Long enough. The scar was still there above his hip, which when exposed took the form of a conspicuous indent in his skin. Having an officer out of commission fucked up his system. He shook his head, and swore under his breath. A totally selfish complaint, but he was too aggravated to reconcile it. |
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Post by Elliot Mackie on Apr 3, 2016 3:46:03 GMT 2
He opened his mouth to speak, but Elliot was unable to get a word in edgewise when he was unceremoniously confronted with paperwork (more paperwork, fantastic). He was somewhat taken aback, unaccustomed to accepting breaches of his authority. He breathed one deep, slow breath, more like an exasperated sigh and took the paperwork with a manner similar to the one with which he had been given it. He mouthed to Andrea, 'go away!' before returning to address the young man once again. "You have a lot of nerve, Mr. Adahy." Still,he glanced at the file, took in the name, date of birth, last four digits of social, et cetera. "You do understand that, even with a positive review, you will have to undergo at least basic orientation and field training?"He crossed his arms, rustling the stack of paper between his fingers in one hand. |
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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 Elliot Mackie on Apr 1, 2016 5:42:01 GMT 2
No sooner had he made his morbidly humorous observations than the woman entered the room; a doctor, going by her statement as such. Elliot gritted his teeth at her description of the officer's wounds. Despite what sounded like a pretty hefty amount of damage, he supposed John was pretty lucky, given the bullet hadn't gone any lower, any closer to his lungs or his heart. A shattered shoulder was going to be hell, though, and he was inwardly disappointed to hear that his subordinate would have to be off active duty for any length of time. The chief needed all the officers he could out there, doing the good work that the people were paying for with their taxes. He could not, however, legally force someone with such an injury to put themselves in any more potential danger. "Absolutely." He pursed his lips and, with a nod, followed the doctor into the hallway. Despite what he could describe as a positive demeanor about her, he was not looking forward to the news, but covered his distaste with a more-or-less pleasant expression, but arms still crossed. "Okay, give it to me straight. Bad news first." |
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