Patrollogs
(Emmanuel's bribery attempt)
[Mon Aug 19 2024]
On the Walkway Leading to the Front Steps of Town Hall
This sidewalk has recently been paved and placed, with mortar in between
the thick slabs of concrete. Some grass has attempted to grow between,
sprouting out thickly here and there, though it still remains in good
condition. Some casual indigenous wildflowers have been planted to either
side of the sidewalk, blooming during the warmer months and resting as dark
brown patches in the winter. A few trees offer shade here and there.
It is night, about 83F(28C) degrees, There is a waning gibbous moon.
"Hallo, hallo." Emmanuel chirps over towards hSD deputy as he wanders in behind Novel, flashing the man an easy turn of the lips. No doubt this is the calm before the storm.
Novel walks right up the deputy, his expression completely full of malice and loathing for the obvious agent of THE FUCKING MAN who should be DESTROYED. His hands twitch. A gnash of teeth, a showing of whites, and then out comes the most remarkable, most POLITE words you have ever heard. Emmanuel can hear the physical effort it takes. "Hello. You should. Falsify. The police report. Or. Something might happen." He pauses after a moment. "Please and thank you," his tone makes it sound like 'go fuck yourself with a sandpaper wrapped tire iron'.
This is a surprise for Emmanuel, and perhaps even hSD deputy too. The Frenchman's brows raise right into his terrible hairline as he glances between the deputy and Novel for several seconds. He raises a hand to scratch at his nose, and clears his throat, "What a polite requesting, hm? I think it might be being for the best if you are to listen, mon amine." He suggests aside to the poor, poor law enforcement officer.
"Because if you don't I know where you live motherfucker," Novel hisses out in raw malice, his shoulders lifting and prickling, his shoulderblades standing out and his hands flexing. "You have three kids your sister lives with you and they attend the preschool three blocks of here with the eldest one going to the nearby prep school that you're expending private tuition for and if I EVER fucking hear a complaint about this after I give you your goddamn money I will show up at your house."
Ah, there we go. There is the Novel we know and.. love? Work with, at the least. They're just coworkers, alright? Emmanuel clears his throat once more, and extends a sheepish sort of shrug toward the deputy, "..I am thinking it is being for the best to just say 'yes', hm?"
Novel is at least fuckable in the eyes of some, but some people are willing to use cacti as dildos, so it's not as if folks always make good choices. And hey, at least you can trust him when he says he'll do something! Which is more than you can say a lot of people. He just stares with eyes that have seen the bowels of hell, took notes, and then just came back to apply that knowledge right at the deputy in eerie, uncomfortable silence.
Is he even blinking? It doesn't seem like it, and the dim lighting casting shadows over Novel's face probably doesn't help with the deputies nerve. Eventually they start to nod, slowly at first, but gaining in speed. They don't even respond with words, nervous as they are.
"Oh, this is being the good decision, hm? Tres bien." Emmanuel observes with a cheerful chirp, and reaches over to gently squeeze at Novel's shoulder, "Ah, look, hm? He is doing as you are asking, isn't that being nice? It is important to thank him, non, and then.." He makes a money gesture with a rubbing of finger against thumb.
Novel sits there, quivering with the rage of a man who'd rather crack open another's body and devour his internal organs. It's possible that the shaking person under Emmanuel's palm got an extra large dose of 'demon' or maybe all the drugs just helped wiggle things loose in the process. Or it could be the fact he now works for a homicidal murder burn-dragon. He shoves the cash forwards right over to the deputy. "Take it and fuck off."
Novel says "Fucker. "
Novel says "All cops are pigs."
"Ah, magnifique, hm? No stabbing, and little swearing, all things being considered." Emmanuel exhales in near approval as money changes hands, before affording the deputy another quick look, "Best to be moving along, mon amie."
Novels Bribery Attempt 240828
(Emmanuel's bribery attempt)
[Mon Aug 19 2024]
On the Walkway Leading to the Front Steps of Town Hall
This sidewalk has recently been paved and placed, with mortar in between
the thick slabs of concrete. Some grass has attempted to grow between,
sprouting out thickly here and there, though it still remains in good
condition. Some casual indigenous wildflowers have been planted to either
side of the sidewalk, blooming during the warmer months and resting as dark
brown patches in the winter. A few trees offer shade here and there.
It is night, about 83F(28C) degrees, There is a waning gibbous moon.
"Hallo, hallo." Emmanuel chirps over towards hSD deputy as he wanders in behind Novel, flashing the man an easy turn of the lips. No doubt this is the calm before the storm.
Novel walks right up the deputy, his expression completely full of malice and loathing for the obvious agent of THE FUCKING MAN who should be DESTROYED. His hands twitch. A gnash of teeth, a showing of whites, and then out comes the most remarkable, most POLITE words you have ever heard. Emmanuel can hear the physical effort it takes. "Hello. You should. Falsify. The police report. Or. Something might happen." He pauses after a moment. "Please and thank you," his tone makes it sound like 'go fuck yourself with a sandpaper wrapped tire iron'.
This is a surprise for Emmanuel, and perhaps even hSD deputy too. The Frenchman's brows raise right into his terrible hairline as he glances between the deputy and Novel for several seconds. He raises a hand to scratch at his nose, and clears his throat, "What a polite requesting, hm? I think it might be being for the best if you are to listen, mon amine." He suggests aside to the poor, poor law enforcement officer.
"Because if you don't I know where you live motherfucker," Novel hisses out in raw malice, his shoulders lifting and prickling, his shoulderblades standing out and his hands flexing. "You have three kids your sister lives with you and they attend the preschool three blocks of here with the eldest one going to the nearby prep school that you're expending private tuition for and if I EVER fucking hear a complaint about this after I give you your goddamn money I will show up at your house."
Ah, there we go. There is the Novel we know and.. love? Work with, at the least. They're just coworkers, alright? Emmanuel clears his throat once more, and extends a sheepish sort of shrug toward the deputy, "..I am thinking it is being for the best to just say 'yes', hm?"
Novel is at least fuckable in the eyes of some, but some people are willing to use cacti as dildos, so it's not as if folks always make good choices. And hey, at least you can trust him when he says he'll do something! Which is more than you can say a lot of people. He just stares with eyes that have seen the bowels of hell, took notes, and then just came back to apply that knowledge right at the deputy in eerie, uncomfortable silence.
Is he even blinking? It doesn't seem like it, and the dim lighting casting shadows over Novel's face probably doesn't help with the deputies nerve. Eventually they start to nod, slowly at first, but gaining in speed. They don't even respond with words, nervous as they are.
"Oh, this is being the good decision, hm? Tres bien." Emmanuel observes with a cheerful chirp, and reaches over to gently squeeze at Novel's shoulder, "Ah, look, hm? He is doing as you are asking, isn't that being nice? It is important to thank him, non, and then.." He makes a money gesture with a rubbing of finger against thumb.
Novel sits there, quivering with the rage of a man who'd rather crack open another's body and devour his internal organs. It's possible that the shaking person under Emmanuel's palm got an extra large dose of 'demon' or maybe all the drugs just helped wiggle things loose in the process. Or it could be the fact he now works for a homicidal murder burn-dragon. He shoves the cash forwards right over to the deputy. "Take it and fuck off."
Novel says "Fucker. "
Novel says "All cops are pigs."
"Ah, magnifique, hm? No stabbing, and little swearing, all things being considered." Emmanuel exhales in near approval as money changes hands, before affording the deputy another quick look, "Best to be moving along, mon amie."