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fandom_muses: Tell us about your first time
Mar. 16th, 2006 09:38 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
glowinthedarkFirst time...well I’m not going to talk about my first lay, because I think that, like most of the world’s population, mine was awkward, mediocre, and frankly just a *little* embarrassing.
But if you want a first, I’ll give you one...and I think it’s pretty interesting. First time I made a difference as a cop.
I’d only been a detective for about six or seven months, and I was working Burglary when I hauled in a guy that sounded like a raving lunatic. He wasn’t yelling and screaming or anything, but the stuff he spouted was more than a little strange...it sounded vaguely Shakespearean, which I found interesting.
At any rate, the guy was released due to lack of evidence, and the second I got off my shift I went and looked up a couple of things he’d said. Turns out the guy was quoting Titus Andronicus at me the whole time. Now I know a lot of folks think the people who live in LA are damn weird, but trust me...that kind of shit is *strange*, even for here.
We got another report on the same guy a couple weeks later...he was a suspect in another robbery, but when I found him he was fencing his haul. He ran, and ran hard...right to the door of a local shelter. Begged me to wait to take him in, then went inside and handed over his cash to one of the sisters in charge. The guy was a regular Robin Hood...a Robin Hood that quoted Shakespeare.
After that, I made it my mission in life to bust him every chance I got, until finally the charges stuck. The guy was good, but fortunately I was better. Then at his trial? I testified...for the defense.
Yeah, you heard me right...I got him a good defense lawyer and offered myself as a character witness. Testified in court that all the stolen goods ended up as cash for Sister Agnes Marie’s Home For Runaways. The guy got ninety days and community service thanks to my testimony. Inside, he also ended up getting his GED and started a couple correspondence college courses.
The guy in question was a man named Dante...a good friend, and a good man. He now has a bachelor’s in the literary arts, and runs a tattoo parlor on Sunset. He makes an honest living, and he’s off the street...but hasn’t forgotten where he came from. Later on, I also came to find out he was raised in a religious home...mainly around a lot of santeria. In short, he knew all about ghosts and spirits, and believed in them without question.
That was the first time I changed a life with my work...and these days, when all my help comes too late to do any real good? It’s something I can look back on with pride...helps remind me that no matter how bad it gets, not everything is hopeless.
Muse: Frank Taylor
Fandom: Haunted
Words: 501
But if you want a first, I’ll give you one...and I think it’s pretty interesting. First time I made a difference as a cop.
I’d only been a detective for about six or seven months, and I was working Burglary when I hauled in a guy that sounded like a raving lunatic. He wasn’t yelling and screaming or anything, but the stuff he spouted was more than a little strange...it sounded vaguely Shakespearean, which I found interesting.
At any rate, the guy was released due to lack of evidence, and the second I got off my shift I went and looked up a couple of things he’d said. Turns out the guy was quoting Titus Andronicus at me the whole time. Now I know a lot of folks think the people who live in LA are damn weird, but trust me...that kind of shit is *strange*, even for here.
We got another report on the same guy a couple weeks later...he was a suspect in another robbery, but when I found him he was fencing his haul. He ran, and ran hard...right to the door of a local shelter. Begged me to wait to take him in, then went inside and handed over his cash to one of the sisters in charge. The guy was a regular Robin Hood...a Robin Hood that quoted Shakespeare.
After that, I made it my mission in life to bust him every chance I got, until finally the charges stuck. The guy was good, but fortunately I was better. Then at his trial? I testified...for the defense.
Yeah, you heard me right...I got him a good defense lawyer and offered myself as a character witness. Testified in court that all the stolen goods ended up as cash for Sister Agnes Marie’s Home For Runaways. The guy got ninety days and community service thanks to my testimony. Inside, he also ended up getting his GED and started a couple correspondence college courses.
The guy in question was a man named Dante...a good friend, and a good man. He now has a bachelor’s in the literary arts, and runs a tattoo parlor on Sunset. He makes an honest living, and he’s off the street...but hasn’t forgotten where he came from. Later on, I also came to find out he was raised in a religious home...mainly around a lot of santeria. In short, he knew all about ghosts and spirits, and believed in them without question.
That was the first time I changed a life with my work...and these days, when all my help comes too late to do any real good? It’s something I can look back on with pride...helps remind me that no matter how bad it gets, not everything is hopeless.
Muse: Frank Taylor
Fandom: Haunted
Words: 501
