Post by Legolas's Dad on Jul 14, 2012 19:45:51 GMT -5
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Bright, sunny, and hot hot hot! That was ex-District Chief of Police Damon Gant's nostalgic description of his home state of famous California. Everything was hot here, he had come to believe. The food, the temperature, the people-- even the cases, recalled the ever-affable Gant, who joyfully savored his return to the warm beaches of San Francisco. Casually strolling down the boardwalk, the wisened old detective took a deep breath, taking in his surroundings. The laughter of beach-goers, the yelping of seagulls, and the untamed, yet gentle, roar of the sea-- they all brought him back to the past, where the bad guys were locked in their cells, and he could just take a nice day off on the beach with his girlfriend or best friend, or whatever other kind of friend he was privileged enough to spend the day with. Of course, those days were long gone for Damon. Criminals were pardoned, lovers were temporary, and friends became subordinates-- subordinates who were quickly dismissed. At the end of the day, the only thing left to Gant was the coldness of the law, and the comfort the scales of justice provided when they tipped just the right way. Still, nothing was wrong in Gant's quiet nostalgia, his absentminded remembrances of days and years long gone. He simply needed to remind himself not to linger too long, least he start to compromise who he was-- who he had become. Ultimately, his every action was for the benefit of what he left behind. How many of his old friend's lives had he saved? How much grief had he spared the world with every criminal caught? How would his lovers had fared if they stayed with him, instead of branching off to far less cold men, men who could sleep at night and return their affections? Damon smiled. The world was better thanks to him.
"Mister, mister! Could you pass that ball?
A beach ball rolled by his shoes, and almost instinctively he caught it under his shoe. He looked to his right, where the voices of two young boys called for his attention. Damon grinned a kindly, grandfatherly smile down at the children.
"'Course I can my boys! Go long now! And don't forget to take a dip in the sea! Hahahaha!"
Damon's shoe slammed against the beachball, launching it in the air, far over the heads of the laughing children that soon ran blissfully towards it. They forgot to thank him as it were, but that was to be expected. They were boys, captured within the confines of their tiny world of intrigue, their only limits being their imagination and the amount of pocket money doled out by nagging but loving parents. Gant gave a silent laugh before he moved on, wondering where the two boys would be in twenty years-- in their future. As he strode onwards, he reminded himself that their future was a small part of what he was protecting.
But protecting from what? Certainly, the armed masses of thugs and murderers galavanting about in the world around him ought to be heeded, culled, and locked away. Infact, that was Damon's life work. But now, he understood that perhaps another threat begged his attention. A threat no one else had attempted, known about, or been able to combat. The masses of thugs and murderers...that couldn't be locked away after a simple court trial. At first, it was the international criminals Gant pursued, through his hazy realizations of himself and the law, and his first arrival at this curious place. But those were quick to drop when placed under the watchful stare of Damon Gant. Ultimately, it turned there were even more sinister figures lurking in the shadows of the law-- lurking within the very shadows of the human experience. That was what Damon fought now, as crusader of light. Ever fighting. Fighting. Fighting.
'Shadows.'
Damon Grant smiled again. The consequences of his absentminded nostalgia had begun to manifest. So he was fighting shadows. And shadows they had remained for the first three weeks of his secretly approved, staffed, and functioning organisation, SEA. But now he couldn't help but laugh in the face of his hidden enemies. Before, he'd been able to grasp at the fleeting things in the dark only tenuously. But with this next move, he'd be on the way to striking a grevious blow against the horrid masses of the shadows. The unknown foes that waited and lurked ahead...Damon would pull them into the light, kicking and screaming. All too often before, the law had faltered with even normal criminals. But hope was sprouting in the future, against the will of the normal rabblerowsers that Damon loathed. Now it was his turn to sow his own brand of hope for the future. Gant often doubted how long he had left to live. So he promised to himself for all too long, since his appearance in this curious world. He would right the wrongs before they were even committed, seal the holes before they could be formed. A new breed of criminal was on the rise.
And Damon would do what was needed.
And Damon Gant was needed today. A crime unlike any other was committed earlier this morning. A man was found outside his skin, his 'body' seemingly walking two feet from it before it simply collapsed on the ground. There were no obvious stab wounds, but since the body seemed to erupt from it's asking, a normal detective would balk at the outrageous scene in front of them and assume this was the handiwork of some morbid butcher of a serial killer, come to display his corpse under a dusty bridge in the outskirts of the shore for the construction crew to find. But Damon knew better. And thanks to 'fortune', soon others would as well. For fate was generous to Damon Gant. A witness was to be had at the scene. Someone most unexpected. Most unexpected...for some. To Damon...this turn of events was less than surprising.
Far from the sunny beach with it's joyful youngsters, Gant arrived at the poorly lite unfinished section of the boardwalk-- the scene of the crime. Nodding a salute to the local officer at the tarped off entrance to the large, arch of the unfinished bridge, Chief Director Damon Gant of SEA briskly walked past his untampered crime scene and up three concrete stairs to the spacious mantinence room that would serve as his temporary HQ for the case. It was this place that held the first piece in his puzzle. His eye witness. The most unlikely Irene Addler. Gant smiled as the door opened. The adjusted his tie and took a large file from one of his subordinates. Then, he casually made his way towards the area the witness was being held, shaking himself of the unpleasantness that sometimes came with contemplation of the past. A stuffy aura filled the room, and the temperate rose 5.7 degrees. Damon clapped once to himself.
It was time to get to work.
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[[[Hey guys! Meekz, when you read this, feel free to post, but pm me for the details on what Irene would have seen at the scene and keep vague about what you've seen until you receive it. As for Bawb, I'd wait for about two posts in to arrive, more than likely the post after gant mentions you. Beyond that, feel free to post after Meekz, wandering around the boardwalk or looking for scene with minimal knowledge of whats going on. Just don't show up in the room until after Damon mentions you. Anyhow, without further a due, forgive the rambley post and lack of foresight, and enjoy threadtiem
]]]
"Mister, mister! Could you pass that ball?
A beach ball rolled by his shoes, and almost instinctively he caught it under his shoe. He looked to his right, where the voices of two young boys called for his attention. Damon grinned a kindly, grandfatherly smile down at the children.
"'Course I can my boys! Go long now! And don't forget to take a dip in the sea! Hahahaha!"
Damon's shoe slammed against the beachball, launching it in the air, far over the heads of the laughing children that soon ran blissfully towards it. They forgot to thank him as it were, but that was to be expected. They were boys, captured within the confines of their tiny world of intrigue, their only limits being their imagination and the amount of pocket money doled out by nagging but loving parents. Gant gave a silent laugh before he moved on, wondering where the two boys would be in twenty years-- in their future. As he strode onwards, he reminded himself that their future was a small part of what he was protecting.
But protecting from what? Certainly, the armed masses of thugs and murderers galavanting about in the world around him ought to be heeded, culled, and locked away. Infact, that was Damon's life work. But now, he understood that perhaps another threat begged his attention. A threat no one else had attempted, known about, or been able to combat. The masses of thugs and murderers...that couldn't be locked away after a simple court trial. At first, it was the international criminals Gant pursued, through his hazy realizations of himself and the law, and his first arrival at this curious place. But those were quick to drop when placed under the watchful stare of Damon Gant. Ultimately, it turned there were even more sinister figures lurking in the shadows of the law-- lurking within the very shadows of the human experience. That was what Damon fought now, as crusader of light. Ever fighting. Fighting. Fighting.
'Shadows.'
Damon Grant smiled again. The consequences of his absentminded nostalgia had begun to manifest. So he was fighting shadows. And shadows they had remained for the first three weeks of his secretly approved, staffed, and functioning organisation, SEA. But now he couldn't help but laugh in the face of his hidden enemies. Before, he'd been able to grasp at the fleeting things in the dark only tenuously. But with this next move, he'd be on the way to striking a grevious blow against the horrid masses of the shadows. The unknown foes that waited and lurked ahead...Damon would pull them into the light, kicking and screaming. All too often before, the law had faltered with even normal criminals. But hope was sprouting in the future, against the will of the normal rabblerowsers that Damon loathed. Now it was his turn to sow his own brand of hope for the future. Gant often doubted how long he had left to live. So he promised to himself for all too long, since his appearance in this curious world. He would right the wrongs before they were even committed, seal the holes before they could be formed. A new breed of criminal was on the rise.
And Damon would do what was needed.
And Damon Gant was needed today. A crime unlike any other was committed earlier this morning. A man was found outside his skin, his 'body' seemingly walking two feet from it before it simply collapsed on the ground. There were no obvious stab wounds, but since the body seemed to erupt from it's asking, a normal detective would balk at the outrageous scene in front of them and assume this was the handiwork of some morbid butcher of a serial killer, come to display his corpse under a dusty bridge in the outskirts of the shore for the construction crew to find. But Damon knew better. And thanks to 'fortune', soon others would as well. For fate was generous to Damon Gant. A witness was to be had at the scene. Someone most unexpected. Most unexpected...for some. To Damon...this turn of events was less than surprising.
Far from the sunny beach with it's joyful youngsters, Gant arrived at the poorly lite unfinished section of the boardwalk-- the scene of the crime. Nodding a salute to the local officer at the tarped off entrance to the large, arch of the unfinished bridge, Chief Director Damon Gant of SEA briskly walked past his untampered crime scene and up three concrete stairs to the spacious mantinence room that would serve as his temporary HQ for the case. It was this place that held the first piece in his puzzle. His eye witness. The most unlikely Irene Addler. Gant smiled as the door opened. The adjusted his tie and took a large file from one of his subordinates. Then, he casually made his way towards the area the witness was being held, shaking himself of the unpleasantness that sometimes came with contemplation of the past. A stuffy aura filled the room, and the temperate rose 5.7 degrees. Damon clapped once to himself.
It was time to get to work.
...
[[[Hey guys! Meekz, when you read this, feel free to post, but pm me for the details on what Irene would have seen at the scene and keep vague about what you've seen until you receive it. As for Bawb, I'd wait for about two posts in to arrive, more than likely the post after gant mentions you. Beyond that, feel free to post after Meekz, wandering around the boardwalk or looking for scene with minimal knowledge of whats going on. Just don't show up in the room until after Damon mentions you. Anyhow, without further a due, forgive the rambley post and lack of foresight, and enjoy threadtiem
]]]