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Post by danyo on Jun 9, 2012 8:30:34 GMT -6
 MEN OF POOR BEGINNINGShandle things the best way they can more and more frequently, isaac was starting to hate being sober on the job. while he had no desire to advance in his career, it had to be said the mundane hours that ticked away while he was on patrol were starting to wear. it was better than the paperwork though, and even better when knox drove. that way, he was free to lean back in the relatively comfortable seat and drink in the views of the valkyrie city streets. it was six on a saturday night- dusk had settled and the streetlamps had begun to buzz gently. to isaac, this was the calm before the storm. it was fair to call their shift the busiest time to patrol and their beat ran through a pretty active district. at least that said their superiors believed in their ability to handle shit. or in knox's. probably just knox's. the kid was a credit to his kind. while murphy wished he could say as much for himself, the truth was, he couldn't be bothered to try. whenever the option to skate by cropped up, he would opt for it every time.
he shifted to talk to the side of his partner's face. "so knoxy, I was reading this article, right? from police magazine. can you guess what it says the worst thing you can do on patrol is? c'mon give it a shot." isaac grinned. it was a wonder that knox had survived his small-talk for this long, though short of putting in for a transfer, he didn't have much choice. isaac preferred to think that they were a decent match. personally, if assigning partners was done through match.com, after all the hours he would spend flicking between profiles in his mom's basement, double-fisting a grilled cheese sandwich and a microbrew, there was no doubt in his mind that he would settle on knox. he would have no shame in admitting it either. but that was a fantasy scenario, if there ever was one. isaac didn't put that much effort into anything.
"give up?" he asked, not giving knox much time to think it over. with knox being knox he would get the answer right on the first guess and that just took all the fun out of it.
"kill an innocent person. how heavy is that? my answer woulda been something like, y'know, forgetting to bring coffee." or a flask, he added to himself. something told him knox wouldn't appreciate that answer. he took a slug from the paper coffee cup clenched in his right hand. as long as he was the only one who could tell that it had a little extra boom-boom-pow to it, he didn't see the harm. besides, he would rationalize, if knox wanted any, he would have been more than happy to share. he turned his attention back to the sidewalk, watching a choice pair of legs pass the cruiser. to his credit, his thinking as far as that was concerned had shifted when he had gotten fairly well in to his current relationship. whenever he saw a hot chick now, his thinking went straight to hmm, I wonder how knox would feel about that bird. there was one exception of course, but she stayed one of those secrets that isaac didn't share with anyone. he didn't fully understand it himself, and he wasn't the type to put himself out there like that. personal problems with murphy stayed just that. personal.
fortunately, he didn't lapse into memories of the girl in the mask. a few more sips of coffee and his mind would start heading that way whether he liked it or not. it was stupid, honestly. he had no idea who she was, had a girl he loved at home, and still he couldn't get this one out of his head. he just couldn't stop thinking about the night he and knox had come on to the scene to catch a glimpse of a masked woman in black. her voice must have been thick with hypnotism, because she couldn't have said more than three words before she got away. and she'd been haunting him ever since. it had gotten to the point where he was actually going out of his way to get information on her, taking initiative on a level that he hadn't since he had first joined the force. it freaked him out to be honest. but there was nothing he could do about it short of doctoring every drink that came in his hand, with the tiny flask he kept out of sight, but within reach at all times. he just had to know who she was.
"can we do something fun tonight?" isaac asked, transitioning easily into the subject he would breach at least ten more times in the course of their shift. sometimes he felt like he brainwashed knox into going out with him. but that would suggest that the guy didn't want to spend every waking moment of his life in isaac's presence, which isaac knew was far from the truth.
he was fully aware at times he sounded like the whiny bitch of their partnership. their patrol ended at eleven, and in his mind, they got off at the perfect hour to party. his girlfriend wouldn't be hip on his logic, but then she was at home watching my strange addiction on tlc. hopefully she had the sense and the courtesy to record the episode for him to enjoy when he finally got home. watching that show drunk was second to none, short of animal planet's the monster inside me. with his luck though, that would be asking a little too much. she gave him too much leeway as it was, and she wasn't from stepford. she had emotions and feelings and all of those essentials things that isaac needed to respect and consider. especially if he didn't want to be forever alone. in other words, his late nights were easily explained to her with the excuse that knox was really struggling with finding a woman as wonderful as her. the prospect was making knox borderline depressed and so isaac needed to play wingman for the guy as often as he could. partners needed to be there for each other. right. he wasn't sure how much of that his girlfriend believed, but he could get away with it. and that's what really counted.
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Post by knox leon ramsey on Jun 18, 2012 12:44:09 GMT -6
 - - - it was another dreary day on the job for knox ramsey. things were the same as usual, some patrolling here and there, case and paper work here and there, and then just some boring time. the mundane daily cop activities were beginning to take a toll on his sanity, it was like going stir crazy in a way. maybe he was tired? he was pretty sure that him and isaac combined worked more hours than anyone else around here. but thankfully enough for him, it was the weekend now, a saturday night to be precise and for the first time in a long time, knox had no work to do. being a twenty-something guy, you'd think that he'd know exactly what he was going to do with his free time, but it kind of stumped him. valkyrie was still not home to him yet, and despite working and living here, he didn't know if it ever would be. in all reality, knox wasn't exactly sure where his home was. he'd been here before, for a short amount of time in his childhood before heading on back to san francisco, and sure he liked it there and he missed it, but it just didn't feel like home to him.
it was part of the sadder part of the knox ramsey tale in life. the whole, no real childhood thing, with the desperate lover mother, and forced to step up grandparents, it was all something out some movie. sad child is forced into the hands of their grandparents as their own parents get caught up in whatever, is raised to be an independent man and fend for himself, but turns to lead a boring life that was nothing that he'd hoped for. tear, tear, cry, cry. the nights were long and good god were the days tiresome. sure, it's entertaining, but there was something undeniable that knox was missing in his life. excitement.
as his eyes scanned the road ahead, fingers grasped on the wheel, his ears picked up on isaac's voice going on about something from police magazine. to be fairly honest, knox didn't even know they had a police magazine. news to him. he listened in as isaac went on about something he'd read in there, "uhmm, well i guess it'd be something li-" before he could even finish isaac had already started up again, chuckling a bit as he made the right at the next corner, "yeah, i guess so," he listened as isaac told him. killing and innocent. well, that was a given. he laughed once more as isaac weighed his opinion in, and shook his head, "you would say that."
to knox sometimes it seemed as if there wasn't a way he could've figured that isaac had even become an officer and sometimes it kind of worried him. something about isaac liked the idea of walking on the dark side too much for knox. call him paranoid, but it was something that concerned him, this was his partner after all, what he ended up getting into would reflect knox as well. knox caught through the corner of his eye, isaac's trailing a leggy woman on the sidewalk as they passed by and wondered what went through his head. he knew for a fact that isaac and his woman were the real deal, but it was interesting really. isaac was like a kid in a candy store, distracted by visually appealing things or over the top exciting thoughts. sometimes he couldn't help but laugh at the fact. as he looked at the same woman that isaac's eyes had drifted on the street he couldn't help but remember his encounter with one of the more testy girls knox had ever come into contact with. tristan silver. she was...she was a bit of a pill, but even though he was no longer wasting his breath on that dark and damp street in valkyrie with her knox still found herself wondering where she was, and if she was as drunk as she was that night. there were so many parts of him that wanted to just scream 'bitch, put the damn bottle down' cause hey, it was what she needed to hear. despite her face being ridden and soaked with drunken tears, smeared eyeliner and mascara and such, she was gorgeous. maybe that was the reason why he'd even tried to so hard to help her in the first place. it was a shame really.
snapping back out of his thoughts knox listened as isaac asked if they could go and do something fun tonight. normally, any other time that isaac would even ask this, knox would begin conjuring up some excuse to go home and relax, but for the first time in...ever he actually seemed partial to the idea. their patrol of the streets of valkyrie would be over within the 11 'o clock hour and the idea of going home tonight didn't really seem to be something knox was looking forward to"yeah, why not. you have something in mind?", he knew that isaac was way more excite by the idea of going out after work than he was and he was fine with that. everyone needed a little down time, why should knox deprive himself of it as well? plus he'd give isaac an out with his woman for the night, "yeah, let's definitely go. we don't come in tomorrow so let's make it a good one."
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this post right here is dedicated to tristann c: and is an astounding amount of 1043 words in my own words i'd like to say that sorry this took s long and also sucks. my first posts are always pretty lameee/i]. well anyways, knox is just hangin in uniform, everything in this layout was made by yours truly. currently listening to your highness. lyrics in the graphic above are from the song sabotage by the beasty boys. that's all for now. ta ta!
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Post by danyo on Jul 5, 2012 10:56:32 GMT -6
MEN OF POOR BEGINNINGS handle things the best way they can knox. the stoic soldier in blue. he probably would have gotten the article's posed question right on the first guess. he had things like logic and tact- things that seemed to bypass officer murphy altogether. despite all of his partner's perfection, isaac still dug the guy. if you started nitpicking about people or really trying to get to know them, that led you into the danger zone. everyone was scummy under the surface, and the reason isaac was able to get along with people was his ability to avoid going any deeper than he needed to. if there was something significant to be learned from being a cop, it was that people were shitty. deep down everyone was. so instead of trying to pick knox's brain or fixating on how much better at this job he was, murphy focused on the lighter parts of life. it was certainly more preferable than picturing a future where he was still on the street, doing the same routine shit and knox was calling the shots from headquarters with a far superior mustache. yes, master knox. it wouldn't be the worst to answer to knox. but he wouldn't like it either.
suddenly, isaac had a desperate craving for french fries. he quelled the urge by taking another draw from his 'coffee' cup. the simplest pleasures got murphy without fail. pass the golden arches and he would still be craving a greasy burger and a sad sack of fries well into the night, until the need was answered. that's what he got for coming on the job hungry. he knew what he was getting himself into, kaufmann had them on the same dinnertime shift every time, but murphy just couldn't adjust his routine to successfully be both on time, and sufficiently ready for action by the time he was charging out the door after kissing his sweetheart goodbye. his priorities were often tied up in smuggling enough alcohol under his jacket to last through the night. besides, dinnertime stops with knox were what made life worth living. at least, that's what isaac would say. it gave him the perfect opportunity to embarrass the kid with the waitstaff, and if that wasn't on your list of favorite activities, well, you were some kind of sicko.
"awh yeah, baby, that's what I like to hear," murphy punched knox's arm. he smiled back out the window. he loved it when knox went along with his plans. "I say we go for drinks at 4-68 and then-" he paused, and took the time to turn to his partner dramatically. the motion was especially bizarre since isaac had to hold his cup to keep from spilling one drop simultaneously. his eyes glittered with a manic danger. the next word came out as an indefinite whisper: "underneath." there it was. the game changer. after letting loose the prospect of actually going into underneath as paying customers, the atmosphere in the cop cruiser was forever changed. as far as isaac was concerned anyways. he couldn't help sniggering at his own sheer genius before sipping again from his cup. he didn't need to be drunk to know that tonight was shaping up to be one of the best. they had done a number of investigations involving underneath, but that was the extent of it. isaac knew they needed more. and he was making the executive decision.
knox had his full attention now, and just in case the guy was going to try to come up with some excuse to weasel his way out of the plan, isaac started up the chant that would become his mantra for the night. "un-der-neath, un-der-neath, un-der-neath." the fist not holding his cup punched out the name's rhythm in the air. everything was more fun when you were drinking- wait, when you were with friends. that's right. isaac wished it wasn't night so he could get away with wearing shades. he didn't track his personal appearance as the shift went on by habit, but he had a bad hunch that after his third or fourth cup of coffee, his eyes started to get bleary and crazed. if knox smelled any non-protocol substances on his partner, at least he had the courtesy to let it slide. murphy appreciated that. he really did. they passed by a diner, and suddenly his need for fries roared up again, stronger than ever. he could easily wait until 4-68 to eat, but he just as easily couldn't. he would save getting completely wasted until then, but he was already bored and ready for a break.
"hey," he started, a sudden shift in the conversation. "do me a solid. let's stop at the next decent diner. I'm starved." he was struck with an odd moment from a movie he had watched with his girlfriend recently. the diary of bunny jones or something. the name wasn't important, he was thinking of the chick's boss when he would go I'm thinking danger. I'm thinking booger jones. maybe not those words exactly, but the point was, his delivery was admirable and he felt the need to copy it. knox wouldn't know the difference. "I'm thinking fries. I'm thinking a chocolate shake." no way knox could argue with that logic. plus there was an underlying hint of brainwashing to it that isaac thought was a nice touch. what a promising shift this was turning out to be.
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tag knox, m'boy words 899 notes good times on the horizon
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