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A Day on Patrol (Katrana, Open) (Edwin)

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A Day on Patrol (Katrana, Open) (Edwin)

Post by JamesG » Sat Sep 19, 2009 2:26 am

5:30 AM

"Good morning, Officer Killarney. The time is five-thirty in the morning. It is time to wake up."

The clock beeped again, and repeated it's message. Chase Killarney, a sergeant of the Nottingham Police Unit, the capital's primary lawkeeping force, was strewn across his bed, his black-maned head firmly embedded in his pillow. The clock beeped, and the cool, if robotic voice told him to wake up again, this time louder. The spotted hyena grunted in response, waving his left cybernetic paw around his bedside table, trying to find the clock. It was one of those things a police officer needed, apparently. A talking alarm clock that knew a creepily large amount of Chase's personal details, that told him the optimal time to wake up and serve the Party. "Yes, I know!" he moaned. "Can I just lie here for another five minutes?" It was a rhetorical question, but the clock's synthesized, feminine voice replied. "Negative." The hyena's eyes opened wide, and he lifted his head. She'd never actually spoken back to him before.

Cleaned, fed, and uniformed all before six, the sergeant finally felt a bit more alert. He was not due in any Station, but the Nottingham Police Unit expected him to have electronically checked into duty, and be behind the wheel of his cruiser, patrolling the city streets by 6:30. He could check in via the interface that was accessible on his own eyes, giving him a readout that overlayed his vision. This was usually helpful, giving him extra modes of vision, such as heat-sensing, spotting weapons and communicating with other people, but it had the side effect of him trying to read the morning news through his interface, whilst not watching where he was going, which resulted in the hyena walking into at least two doors on his way to the garage.

Chase Killarney lived fairly comfortably, a perk of working for the Party. A nice house, garage, and health insurance. With the kind of emergencies he had to deal with, the health insurance was of extreme importance. Rubbing his muzzle, (for you remember, he had accidentally walked into two doors), the hyena opened the garage door. There she was. The Interceptor Mark VII All-Weather High-Performance Police Mobile Unit. They called it and Interceptor cruiser, or just 'cruiser' for short. Chunky engine casing. Smooth lines. Chromium. Lots of flashing red, white and blue lights. It was certainly designed to catch the attention of passers-by. The Nottingham Police Unit saw fit to allow the sergeants to drive their own cruisers home, so they could respond on short notice. It was time for Officer Killarney to get to work.

9:30 AM

"What do you mean, out of order? Damn!" Chase had been on patrol for three hours by now, and he was hungry again. He now was 'investigating' the local fast food restaurant, which seemed to be run by either miserable looking teenagers or tired old furs that seemed to have lost sight of their dreams in life. The dog that was serving him had now told the hyena he couldn't have a smoothie, because the machine was 'out of order'. Chase was considering asking if they had a service robot to repair the damn thing, but, instead settled for a litre and a half of some fizzy drink, a burger and chips. The glorious life of law enforcement in Nottingham, he thought to himself. Well, at least the city's junk food was in safe paws. No criminal would dare take advantage of this outpost of fried consumables, now that Sergeant Killarney was in the area. Smiling a bit to himself at the thought, he took his order back to the cruiser, his ears held forward to show those fast food furs he wasn't put off by their lack of smoothies. He lent on the machine's bulky engine casing, and proceeded to noisily wolf down the contents of the paper bags.

The day was so far turning out to be rather average. Nobody had done the hyena the courtesy so far of committing a crime right in front of him. In a way, it was more relaxing. As of late, Chase had been undertaking some very strange tasks. Shootouts in museums, taking down some cat revolutionary, blowing up a warehouse and witnessing an actual military mobilisation and battle above the city of Nottingham itself, in which a fighter jet had crashed into the streets of the inner city, crushing a bus. A bit of monotony in between those periods of terror was a welcome relief.
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"It is easy for a statesman, whether he be in the Cabinet or the Chamber, to blow a blast with the wind of popularity on the trumpet of war, warming himself the while at his own fireside; or to thunder orations from this tribune and then to leave it to the musketeer who is bleeding to death in the snow whether his system win fame and victory or no. There is nothing easier than that; but woe to the statesman who in these days does not look around him for a reason for war which will hold water when the war is over." - Otto von Bismarck

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Post by Katrana » Sun Sep 20, 2009 6:46 pm

In her new loft in Edwin, Katrana was sitting in front of her computer tapping away on one of her new stories, she aspired to be a writer but a mechanic shouldn't try to write books. She rubbed her muzzle and held her head in her paws.
"Ugh... Why am I still sitting here? What time is it?"
She looked up at the screen, it read 9:00 am, she sighed, she hadn't been to bed and her stomach was telling her to put food in it. She sighed and went to get dressed.
"What to wear..."
She said as she looked at her very small wardrobe, picking out a black t-shirt and tight blue jeans she smiled and pulled them on, at the door she pulled on her thigh high boots over the blue jeans and walked outside. She walked to the closest eatery and walked inside.
"Just a burger and fries oh and a strawberry smoothie."
She said in her soft tinkling voice.
"Sorry the machine is out of order, miss."
The teen behind the counter told her, she looked at the young one like he was crazy,
"You can't be serious... Don't you have a 'bot or something to fix it?"
She asked the boy. He shook his head and handed her order over the counter.

Shaking her head, she walked out the door, she looked up briefly and saw the cop car and the hyena leaning against it, she smiled softly and tried to decide if she should try to make friends with the local law enforcement, unsure she stood there and had an internal debate with herself.
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Post by JamesG » Tue Sep 22, 2009 4:21 am

Chase stared at the box. It seemed to him the box stared back. For some reason all the boxes from this particular restaurant had a smiley face printed on them, with the company logo and name. Chase didn't like the smiley face. He had enough things watching him without cardboard boxes pretending to be watching him. He wondered if he was thinking a little bit crazily now, and if he could be put in prison, or made to disappear for thinking crazily. Slowly, he came to realise that he was being not only observed by the parking cameras and state observation posts, but by a lady who had just come out of the restaurant. She wore a black t-shirt, jeans and boots, and seemed very young. She was just standing there, and Chase wondered if she needed assistance. Then again, it was possible she was contemplating murdering him. It was not uncommon. Officially, no policeman ever died on duty, unless said death would work as propoganda for the Party, but unofficially, the job was quite dangerous.

Chase rubbed one black-furred paw behing his head, scratching his mane. She was making him feel a bit self-conscious. It would not be unusual for furs to point out to him he still had sauce on his muzzle, so licking lips to find any trace of his meal, he ambled over to the bin in the carpark, threw in the creepy, smiling carboard box, and walked back, paws in his pockets, and decided on a short greeting as he approached his cruiser. "Good morning!" he said, as cheerfully as he could muster, hoping that the usual response of calling him a pig, dog or bastard would not be forthcoming. Technically, insulting a police officer was not an arresting offence. In reality, Chase was sure some of his fellow officers were all too keen on exercising their power in that manner. It wasn't unusual for the hyena to be called any of those insults, but he could never bring himself to make something of it, or think of anything witty enough to say in return.
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"It is easy for a statesman, whether he be in the Cabinet or the Chamber, to blow a blast with the wind of popularity on the trumpet of war, warming himself the while at his own fireside; or to thunder orations from this tribune and then to leave it to the musketeer who is bleeding to death in the snow whether his system win fame and victory or no. There is nothing easier than that; but woe to the statesman who in these days does not look around him for a reason for war which will hold water when the war is over." - Otto von Bismarck

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Post by materwolf » Wed Sep 30, 2009 5:34 pm

Tim, a 6' 4" wolf sat in his ancient-yet perfectly kept 1969 Dodge Charger. Normaly a quick eye-catcher with its bright orange paint and "01" on the door, the "General Lee" as it was called sat unnoticed by the police officer in the parking lot across the street. Looking the officer over through the windsheild of the muscle car, Tim contemplated offering the officer some exitement. Deciding the smarter path, he just started the engine and let the engine rumble as the powerful machine coasted across the road and into the parking lot, next to the cruiser. Shutting the engine off, he looked at the officer and said,
"Boring day so far, officer?"
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Post by Shadquartz » Thu Oct 15, 2009 9:30 am

Nanouk knew when he should just stay out of trouble, and who not to mess with. But he also wanted to gave some fun. He was deciding t
whether to mess with the muscle car driver, the fuzz or the lady stood by the cafe. Nanouk's black cape hung loosely around his shoulders, when he'd decided he's tie it. He could either give the fuzz officer some fun and make him chase him.
He could bang on the car windo, spank his rump in the drivers windsheild and run, or he could just run past the lady and ruffle up her fur a bit, and keep going until he got bored of the chase and shook them. He tightened his cape quickly and giggled. The next one to make a big move, that would decide it for the little trouble maker.
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Post by materwolf » Thu Oct 15, 2009 4:02 pm

Tim looked at the police cruiser,
"Nice ride, officer. I'll bet that thing could give ol' General Lee here a run for his money. Not sayin' I wanna race, but your probably not allowed to do that kind of thing anyhow are ya?" Knowing he'd soon talk himself into anoying the cop, Tim took his buisness card out. It had crossed checkered flags on top, under them it read
"Mater's Monster Motors. 4102 Highway 4 South and 8th Ave. No engine is too big."
Handing it to the police officer he said,
"When you get some time off, come see me an' I'll see about building you a personal car with power like that there cruiser."
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Post by JamesG » Thu Oct 15, 2009 5:34 pm

Chase looked around. A wolf had just greeted him, but from the most strange vehicle. It was basically an antique, bright orange. The hyena could not even begin to guess how the wolf kept it working on modern fuels. It was an old, and somehow charming machine. The hyena liked old things, from before there had been a Party, though he was too afraid to start a collection, for fear of retribution. It also looked quite powerful. He realised he was staring a bit at it, and so replied, "Morning. Thats, er, quite a vehicle you have there, sir. And I don't think I can race a government vehicle." He grinned at the thought. That would be a sure way to be kicked off the force, at the very least. Unless the Party somehow thought it would be a good idea, to promote the power of their police cruisers. The wolf handed him a business card to 'Mater's Monster Motors'. Chase nodded, and asked, "And who should I ask for? My name's Chase Killarney." He held out his paw to shake hands. He did not mind having a bit of a chat, particularly as he did like cars, and was quite proud of the cruiser. The wolf's compliments about the machine, which looked quite futuristic side-by-side with the General Lee, made the officer quite happy. He had not noticed the presence of Nanouk.
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"It is easy for a statesman, whether he be in the Cabinet or the Chamber, to blow a blast with the wind of popularity on the trumpet of war, warming himself the while at his own fireside; or to thunder orations from this tribune and then to leave it to the musketeer who is bleeding to death in the snow whether his system win fame and victory or no. There is nothing easier than that; but woe to the statesman who in these days does not look around him for a reason for war which will hold water when the war is over." - Otto von Bismarck

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Post by materwolf » Sun Oct 18, 2009 11:35 am

Tim shook the officer's paw,
"The name's Tim. Tim Wulffe. Stop by anytime, officer." He fired up the powerful V-8, letting the car warm up a bit, then said,
"A race would be fun, but it'd get us both in trouble, so maby some other time." Tim grinned as the car rolled backwards out of the parking space, then glidded into the drive through lane. Tim hadn't noticed the fur with the cape either as he ordered himself a number 3 meal with Sweet Tea.
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