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Post by Deleted on Apr 9, 2018 22:52:58 GMT
Characters: @fanzone , @fowler Location: Crown City Police Department, Captain Fanzone's office Content Warnings: Two Grumpy Old Men Plot Summary: When Captain Fanzone returns from a routine patrol, he finds someone already waiting for him in his office claiming to work for the Government. Just what is it that this man wants, and how quickly can Fanzone get out of it so he can return home to the Missus?
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Post by Deleted on Apr 9, 2018 23:53:55 GMT
Another day of patrolling, another day of crazed hooligans running amok in his city. Wackjob spouting old English nonsense as if he were in one of those Shakespearean plays? Check. Spoiled brat with a unicorn doll? Check. Rollerblading yahoo who claimed to be the fastest thing alive? Check.
All he needed now was some nut job claiming they could freeze time and Fanzone would be one step closer to booking that vacation to the Bahamas.
To make things even worse, now there were these 'fancy cars' all over the road. Ones that seriously did not fit in with the mix and transformed? Clearly they had to be some kinda project that Isaac Sumdac was working on, because he'd never seen anything like that around Crown City before... aside from maybe that one incident with the nanobots. Things could get weird in this city, but not this weird.
Captain Fanzone made his way into the police department, offhandedly ignoring the secretary who had been attempting to tell him there was a visitor waiting for him in his office. It wasn't that Fanzone didn't care. It was just that, well.. after a busy day you just didn't want to hear anymore crazy stories. He opened the door, preparing to walk right into his messy office when his squinted eyes met another man's.
"And what do you think you're doing here in my office?!"
Probably not the best conversation starter, but the Captain was so not happy to have an 'unexpected' visitor.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2018 0:15:14 GMT
Fowler was not goin to enjoy this.
He was going to have to take the time to explain again to the Bots about keeping a lower profile. Especially if one of their owns first hand experience with the guy he had to talk to was anything to go by. He seemed like a... Interesting kind of cop to say the least - but as of now he didn’t have the biggest amount of information on him. Yet, anyway. Mostly he had a name, an occupation, and some topical information about the guy for one human, and two Autobots.
He’d decided the guy would never talk to him if approached.
So instead, he’d decided to hide in his office and wait for this Fanzone to return. And when he had come in he was about as happy as he expected the man to be. He leaned back, taking in the tall Caucasian man as he tried his best to decide on the best answer and course of action. “Well, Dylan certainly wasn’t lying about your demeanor.” He explained rather surprised, though not very much so at the same time. “I presume you’re Carmine Fanzone. Captain of Crown City PD? Stop me if I’m wrong.”
He was looking at him carefully, hoping to get a good read on him.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2018 14:16:51 GMT
Captain Fanzone could almost feel that vein throbbing in his head. He was already mad enough from the nonsensical criminals running amok in Crown City, and now he had this bozo to deal with in his own office!
"I'm not stoppin' ya cause you're wrong. I'm stoppin' ya cause I wanna know what you think you're doing here in my office! I gotta lot of paperwork I gotta do, and I've already had it up to here with wacky kooks running around my city!" Said paperwork could easily be seen from the desk, albeit in messy stacks while some adorned a nice coffee mug stain from the morning cup of joe.
"And I dunno how you know about this Dylan kid, but if I were you I'd stay as far away from that kid as you can. Nothing but a big mess of trouble waiting to happen the second you take your eye off him."
Fanzone made his way over to his desk, plopping down in his desk chair before glaring daggers at Fowler. "You gotta name to go with that personality of yours?"
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