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Post by Griffin Adahy on Apr 3, 2016 3:58:05 GMT 2
Damn was this guy an asshole or what? It was as if he'd never worked as a cop before, despite having worked as nothing but. He raised an eyebrow, clenched his fist and slammed it onto his chest over his heart, holding it there as he said, "Chief, me great warrior, me do this all adulthood, me understand how warrior works," he said flatly. This guy wanted nerve? He'd show him. He, frankly, didn't care if he made friends, but he was undeniably good despite being so annoyingly sarcastic he was told to go elsewhere at his last job. It only took him his entire career thus far for them to do it, so he figured he had until retirement to fuck with this guy and maybe, just maybe, he'd clean the sand from his vagina.
"In all seriousness, I've been in some level of the force since I was graduated from high school, my only breaks existing for more training to advance in the force. I know how this shit works, in all due respect. Sir." The last word was a painfully deep level of snark, his eyes locked onto Elliot's, sizing him up.
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Post by Griffin Adahy on Mar 23, 2016 1:17:22 GMT 2
Andrea took off and he followed her, staying on her heels without walking on them. He rolled her name around in his head as she spoke, almost missing her inquiry about how long he'd been a local. He shrugged, then said, "Not long. About two weeks or so." He kept quiet the remainder of their walk, taking in the surroundings up until they reached a very specific door. She didn't have to explain it was the Chief of Police's door, but she did anyway just before knocking on it.
A moment passed that felt like ages, but soon enough there was a white faced man in a tidy suit standing at the door, a displeased expression relaxing as he laid eyes on Andrea. Griffin had to keep from scowling as the man directed a demand for explanations from the woman instead of the man behind her. Before she could say a word, he stepped up to her side and whipped a resume from the inside pocket of his leather and held it out to the Chief.
"I'm here for a job," he said flatly. He gave a simply flick of the paper to punctuate his personal annoyance for being overlooked like that. Already he sensed this guy had an attitude problem of his own. Griffin had absolutely no intention to take that bullshit; he didn't care who or what decided to dole it out. "I have experience. I'm from Oklahoma. Nothing makes me flinch and I get my job done. This is, of course, my resume if you care to go through it."
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Post by Griffin Adahy on Feb 15, 2016 1:18:07 GMT 2
She had a sweet voice, it seemed. An IT-tech? So she was a nerd, ay? He admitted to himself that he hadn't had much experience with greek types, being very outdoorsy himself. Regardless, it wasn't important, so he tried to not dwell. The mention of the police chief and his name earned a nod of acknowledgment from from Griffin, before he was inquired about his own name. He gave a pause, as if to hesitate, then flashed a small smile, white teeth contrasting against his dark complexion.
"Name's Griffin Adahy. Yours?" he asked, then extended a polite hand for an introductory handshake. Her follow up was a suggestion that he considered in silence before giving another nod. "If it ain't too much trouble. If I could, I'd like t' tag along so I can have a look around."
Something he was noticing real fast while talking to her was the difference in accents. The Chicago accent was pretty... odd, to say the least. Not that he had much to say for himself. Moving here left him noticing his own accent, thick and heavy with hints of southern raising. There was also a tone hidden behind some of his words; an emphasis on the consonants that even the Oklahoman rednecks didn't quite have. The way he said his last name really gave him away with Cherokee being his first language.
"This is how I talk." This is how I think.
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Post by Griffin Adahy on Feb 14, 2016 22:07:15 GMT 2
There was a lot of things going on. All he could do was observe while pondering a load of crap about whether or not he'd get along here. What would the chief be like and how corrupt was this place, anyhow? He didn't have too much time to roll it over in his mind, however, as a rather lovely woman appeared from nowhere, asking he needed some assistance. He took a moment to give her a very brief inspection, trying to take in what kind of person she might be from how she carried herself.
With a shrug, he said, "Jus' lookin' for a job. Was a cop in Oklahoma. Got told to look this way for somethin'." He stole a glance back out into the business about, then landed his dark eyes back on her, taking in the features of her pale face. For a white girl, she was pretty good looking, but as it stood, he'd still rather fancy himself a beautiful Cherokee wife. Good luck to him, he was far from home, now. "Was they right 'r do I need to pitch some applications at minimum jobs?"
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Post by Griffin Adahy on Feb 14, 2016 2:39:49 GMT 2
Week two of being in this confusing maze of a city. He decided that now was a good a time as any to prod around the police department for a job. He strode in with probably just a bit too much confidence, hands in his jacket pocket as he began to question various folks for directions. They all seemed to point the same direction, but hell... he was basically stalling, anyway. There was a small concern in his mind about his reputation. Did it precede him? Would they even give a flying fuck?
By now, Griffin was pretty lost in the building that was, well, a lot larger than what he was used to working in. Dark eyes scanned around, studying faces and taking in surroundings. The air seemed stale, the smell of clustered bodies filling his nostrils. Seemed busy enough around here. Surely they'd not mind a helping hand, even if he was a very out of place transplant. Who really knew, though? Maybe this expensive move was a waste. Maybe he'd be stuck working some other god-forsaken job in this dirty city.
With a sigh, he strode forward, narrowly missing officers who were in a hurry or thoroughly distracted. Someone would surely confront him. After all, he looked like some civilian off the street. The long dark hair was catching a few stares, as well.
"This is how I talk." This is how I think.
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