
We've picked a bunch of voices to live in a head to see what happens when imginary friends grow up and start demanding your attention again! RP style
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Have a good day! - Joel
Well, the children started using this again. And as Lissa pointed out, I've got nothing but time til I find out if I am being brought up on charges or not. So, what better way to waste my time - that doesn't involve Colton Drake and a bottle, than here?
Well, hell, if those are my two choices-
*sighs* If those are my two choices, I think I will try this before I try another night with Drake. The key question on everyone's mind- Why did I punch Trent Neilson so hard in the jaw that they are sure I busted out two- if not more teeth? And knocked him out cold for hours? Was it simply that he had pocession of the Hutchkinson- well, fuck this! I can stand to be UNprofessional here. Was it because he had Cay in his arms? Yes.
And no.
See, there was another case. Another case where I followed the rules and went by the book and did everything that we are taught in training. And by doing that, there is a certain little girl with the sweetest smile and the most beautiful melted chocolate colored eyes ever created that doesn't see her mommy anymore. She sees nothing but the back of her eye lids, or maybe the coffin above her. Hell, maybe she's in heaven if you believe in such places. (*looks at the bottle and sighs, longingly*)
Jacinda Parkington, age 15 months. Kidnapped at around 1230 by a caucasian male, age between 24 and 32, pale blond hair, cut in military style, 5'11 to 6'3, maybe 220 pounds,wearing blue jeans, and a white University of Texas hoodie sweatshirt. The child was wearing a pink jumper, white undershirt, black maryjanes, and white tights with pink hearts. Her hair was should length, curly and held back with two large pink barrets with hearts on them. I memorized it on the way to the arcade where a witness said she spotted somone matching the perp's description dragging a crying girl that matched the missing child's. This was the first ride I got to be in charge of. I just knew that I was going to get my man, rescue the girl, and be a hero- even if it was just to the family.
I killed her.
There was never a formal investigation, there was never a charge pressed against me, nothing. But my actions caused her death. Instead of following my instincts, going in there with guns blaxing and scaring him into giving that precious little girl back, I waited. I waited for SWAT when it became more than a kidnapping and escalated into a hostage incident. When he said all he wanted was someone to talk to, instead of going in there, instead of taking control, I followed orders, and let the Big Boys handle it. And the man panicked, shot her and then himself.
Come to find out he was a child molester, out on parole-if you can believe such a thing- and actually wanted for questioning in two other cases that had popped up since he was let out. That was why he had panicked. Had I talked to him, maybe she would still be alive; I don't know. But then again, I don't know if he would have killed her anyways.
At the funneral, that I forced myself to go to, her mother thanked me. Thanked me! For saving her little girl from that monster, from trying to stop him from hurting her baby, from ending it before he could really hurt her. (*shakes her head, shrugging*) I didn't know what to say to that. I still don't.
So when Neilson showed up with Cay, I reacted. I may have over reacted. OKay maybe isn't even a question anymore. Now that I had time to think, I know that Trent would never have returned her, let alone to Valley PD if he was the one that had snatched her. But at the time, I reacted. And now, I got a nice long vacation starting at me.
Which was how I ended up drunk over at Drake's. But that's another story.