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capeandcowllogs2012-05-26 02:16 am
incendere) wrote in capeandcowllogs2012-05-26 02:16 am
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WHO: Seras Victoria and Roy Mustang
WHERE: Police HQ
WHEN: Backdated to about Tuesday
WARNINGS: None that I can foresee
SUMMARY: Roy meets up with Seras in order to officially join the force.
FORMAT: Whatever works!
The police headquarters looked smaller than the building Roy was used to, but the noises and general busy ambiance that greeted him upon entering provided a much more comforting atmosphere. After announcing to a nearby secretary that he was looking for Sergeant Victoria, he stood by the desk after they were gone and took the time to glance around.
The musty smell of sweat was strong, mixed with the more welcoming odors of coffee and freshly printed paper. Phones ringing non-stop, desks piled high with folders, dirty coffee mugs, and food hardly touched. For a moment, Roy was reminded of the office he sat in not too long ago, with a desk just as cluttered, and a window that overlooked a familiar city.
He closed his eyes, and slipped his hands into his pockets. It was no use dwelling on that for too long. There was nothing he could do about it. Not yet, at least.
He took a breath, and looked over the room once more. He scanned the faces of the other officers, observing the ways in which they moved, how many guns they carried (if any), if they wore dog tags or not, the ways in which they acted towards their comrades. Occasionally, he would listen in on a passing conversation, catching snippets such as, "--But it was neither shark nor whale!", "Still got you on the couch, huh?", and "--More and more come each day."
And it was in this fashion that Roy waited.
WHERE: Police HQ
WHEN: Backdated to about Tuesday
WARNINGS: None that I can foresee
SUMMARY: Roy meets up with Seras in order to officially join the force.
FORMAT: Whatever works!
The police headquarters looked smaller than the building Roy was used to, but the noises and general busy ambiance that greeted him upon entering provided a much more comforting atmosphere. After announcing to a nearby secretary that he was looking for Sergeant Victoria, he stood by the desk after they were gone and took the time to glance around.
The musty smell of sweat was strong, mixed with the more welcoming odors of coffee and freshly printed paper. Phones ringing non-stop, desks piled high with folders, dirty coffee mugs, and food hardly touched. For a moment, Roy was reminded of the office he sat in not too long ago, with a desk just as cluttered, and a window that overlooked a familiar city.
He closed his eyes, and slipped his hands into his pockets. It was no use dwelling on that for too long. There was nothing he could do about it. Not yet, at least.
He took a breath, and looked over the room once more. He scanned the faces of the other officers, observing the ways in which they moved, how many guns they carried (if any), if they wore dog tags or not, the ways in which they acted towards their comrades. Occasionally, he would listen in on a passing conversation, catching snippets such as, "--But it was neither shark nor whale!", "Still got you on the couch, huh?", and "--More and more come each day."
And it was in this fashion that Roy waited.