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Twos a Party "Isn't that the Sixteenth Street Mall six blocks down?" Marty asks, flicking his sunglasses up above his forehead as he looks over to Luther. "Hey, you're the married one. Would take malls to be your wife's thing." Luther says, a soft smirk appearing on his face as he says this. Corporal Joseph Marty, a five year veteran of the Denver Metro Police Department. Luther and him had been assigned as partners for two years, one of which he was Luther's FTO, showing him a few tips and tricks he had learned over his career as a beat officer. From the looks and sounds, Marty was all redneck, just without the low profit margin. You could pick his voice out in a crowd and see him from a mile away. In a picture? He was the first guy you'd notice among a group of 11. Marty didn't beat around the bush, and he certainly didn't stand for any bullshit, either. "Remind me to take you to a titty bar." Marty retorts, flicking on the right blinker signal to the vehicle and taking a turn when safe. Luther reaches over to the center console, interacting with the light bars and flicking the Code 3 switch to the right. "You mean a gentleman's club?" Luther responds, looking over to the right as they come towards an intersection. "Clear right." Marty reaches his right hand over to the console, his thumb hovering over the intersection siren, repeatedly pressing down on it as they cross through. "That's what you virgins call it. Christ, man. Need to get you laid." Marty says with a chuckle. They'd now be five blocks away from the reported fight, speeding ahead down the street from their previous location at Union Station. Thankfully, at this time of the day on a Monday, traffic was low for Denver so weaving in and out was a breeze, especially for the vet. "Oh, yeah. Gettin' laid at a titty bar. Totally what I had in mind for my first time with a girl." Luther says as he scans the surrounding street before setting his sights up further ahead at the oncoming intersection. "Left c-... Sedan!" Luther exclaims, Marty slowing the car down as they approach the intersection and flips on the sirens once more. An oncoming yellow sedan screeches to a stop as it almost collides into the patrol cruiser. Marty forces his finger onto the intersection siren, staring down the driver of the yellow sedan as she raises her hand in a What the fuck? manner, her other hand preoccupied with holding a phone up to her ear. "Oh, how I'd love to throw her up against the fucking hood... Break that fuckin' phone in half." Marty says, returning his attention to the traffic in front of him as he speeds forward. The duo would speed closer and closer to the location of the call, slowing at every red-lit intersection without much of anymore problems. Upon reaching the destination, it'd be clear to spot it with the large crowd forming outside. The fight would seem to be in full swing once more, two african american males going full fists on one another. Marty blows the airhorn to the cruiser, the sound audible for blocks as they come to a quick stop. Kreg grabs the radio to the car, speaking quickly into it whilst his other hand moves to the door handle. "Two-Ten, Radio. 23 at the 10-10. Two number one males out in the street. Send more units." Kreg's door would already be popped open before the vehicle has even come to a halt, the seat belt flying off and Kreg jumping out of the passenger seat. Marty would be in close behind, charging forth. Kreg's body cam bounces against his vest as he pushes through the crowd, yelling "Get out of the fucking way! Move!", some having already dispersed from the deafening sound of the air horn that was blasted. Reaching the epicenter, Kreg sprints into the first male that's closest to him, his right arm pushing against his chest whilst the left pushes against the other man's to get him back. Marty follows up with the second man, colliding into him as he tries to get a hit onto Kreg. The man gives an audible 'Oof' as he's struck in the mid-section, collapsing onto the ground with Marty on top of him. Kreg looks back real quick to check on his partner before refocusing on the man in front of him, spotting him just in time to evade a punch aimed for his face. Kreg ducks his head down to evade, his hand wrapping around the striking man's wrist and twisting it in an unpleasant manner. The man twists to the pain, getting him off balance before Kreg kicks his knee in to send him toppling down. Sirens approach from the other side of the street as another cruiser pulls up, yelling heard from behind the roaring crowd as officers push their way through the blockade. "My fuckin' arm, man! You're twisting my arm! It hurts!" the man screams out as Kreg places his knee on top of his spine, keeping him pinned. "Don't fucking swing on me!" Kreg retorts in an angered manner. Another female officer moves next to Kreg, quickly getting down to his level and taking the other arm from the perp which he's refused to give to Kreg willingly. "Give me your god damn hand!" Kreg yells out, twisting on the man's other wrist to get him to comply. "Alright! Alright, man! Chill!" the faceplanted man yelps out, having both of his hands now in full control by both Kreg and the female officer as they're quickly handcuffed. Around them, onlookers would be filming the entire ordeal with their smartphones and video cameras, yelling out "Worldstar!" and "This goin' on youtube!". Then of course, you'd have the people taking the perps side. "Ay', yo! You can't be doin' that! You're hurtin' him!" and "Police brutality! Fuck twelve!". For Kreg, it was just another day at the office. One of the more exciting days, anyway. He manages to place the man in handcuffs, multiple sirens coming from all directions as other units begin to arrive to the scene. Crowd control would quickly commence as the backup officers motion the onlookers away to give the first responders space. Kreg looks back to Marty, who seem to have a bloody nose. "You good?" he shouts over to him, Marty giving a thumbs up before wiping his nose. "You?" he responds, Marty taking a hold of the man he's in control of and heaving him up onto his feet. Kreg nods in return, "All good. You got ID on you?" he says to the man later, beginning to quickly pat down on his pants to look for anything remotely close to a wallet. "Fuck you need my ID for? Why the fuck you searchin' me, man?" the man blurts out, still obviously intoxicated as he tries to roll around. "Stop moving!" Kreg says in a demanding voice, replacing his thigh onto the man's spine to keep him pinned to the ground before continuing with his pat down. Finding a bulge in the man's right pocket, he leans over to look at the man's face. "What's this?" he inquires, awaiting a response. "My fuckin' cell phone, man. Can you get off?" Kreg shakes his head, continuing to pat the man's trousers down. "Not until you promise to play nice." A man walks out of the bar and to the police line, waving a wallet in the air. "Hey, the guy forgot his wallet on the counter." Kreg looks over, motioning to the female officer to retrieve it. "Mind getting that for me and running him? I'll deal with the rest." The female officer nods in response, pushing off of the ground and moving over to grab the wallet and return to her vehicle. "Alright, upsy-daisy." The man gives a rough grunt as he hauled up onto his feet, wiggling around as he's brought to Kreg's patrol car. With Kreg's hand clenching onto the man's fingers via the right hand, he uses his left to reach for the handle of the door and pull it open. The man slides in head first, balance really not working well in his favor. He then returns to Murphy, who seemingly has a handle on his suspect as he's just hauling him up onto his feet. Looking down, Kreg notices a few blood drops and scrapes on the pavement. The man Murphy was dealing with definitely gave a helluva bigger fight than Kreg's suspect did. "Next time, you deal with the big guy." Murphy says in a half-joking sense, him and another officer leading the larger #1 male to another patrol cruiser. "Oh, gee paw. I mean, look at me. I've got small arms and flabby muscles." Kreg responds, following the three. "Yeah, go fuck yourself." Time begins to fly without Murphy and Kreg fighting someone, now being confined to the boring aspect of taking statements and information from witnesses in the bar to file a report. T'was a beautiful day on the streets of Denver. With the excitement of the fight over, people returned to their normal lives of doing whatever the fuck. For Kreg, it was just a routine call. But nothing's ever routine in this job, isn't it?

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Kreg Agustus Luther ========================== Physical Attributes ========================== Name: Kreg Agustus Luther Nicknames: None Yet Nationality: English Height: 6' Age: 28 Hair Color & Style: Black, Short & Spiked Eye Color: Green Skin Color: Tanned Build: Athletic Notable Features: N/A ========================== Mental Attributes ========================== Mental State: Stable Mental Illnesses: N/A Hometown: Manchester, UK Favorite Music Genre: Classical - Alternative Rock - Rock - Celtic Rock - Celtic - Folk - Hip Hop Education: High School Graduate - Associates in Criminal Justice Previous Occupation: Canine Police Officer, Denver Metropolitan Police Department Current Occupation: "... I'll get back to you on that one." Languages: ASL - Gaelic - English - French Likes: Dogs, Cocktails, Custom Handguns, Donuts, Coffee, Tea, Music, Gaming Dislikes: Assholes, Keyboard-Warriors, Cop-Block, Infected Fears: Losing Friends, Getting Infected ========================== Skills ========================== | Mastered | Good | Decent | Sucks | Driving - "EVOC, or Emergency Vehicle Operators Course, has taught me a thing or two about how to drive. And GTA. That helped, too." Firearms - "Endless time on the range has made me a pretty good shot. Thankfully I haven't had to use it on the job. I'm mostly good with sidearms and AR15 copies. Anything else is pretty much outta' my league." Therapist - "Most of the time, I can be pretty good with words. Everything comes from the bottom of my heart, so I want to help out as much as I can." Cooking - "No wife. Chipotle didn't always cut it. I think I'm pretty good when it comes to the kitchen." Medical - "I'm not a doctor, but we were taught how to do first aid. Need to know it as a first responder." Gaming - "Sure. I'll 1v1 you on Rust. Don't expect the challenge of your life though, kid." Running - "I've got some good cardio, but it's flopped as of recent." Technology - "The basics I know. Settings on an IPhone, changing printer cartridges, changing brightness on a computer. Anything more is beyond me." Mathematics - "Yeah, sorry. I only use math that is necessary for my daily tasks. I'm a cop, not a rocket scientist." Construction/Carpentry - "Closest thing I know to construction is what I saw on HGTV. Anything other than interior decoration, please pass it on to the next person in line." ========================== Relations ========================== |●| Loved - |●| Family Loved - |●| Love Interest - |●| Great Friend - |●| Friend - |●| Liked - |●| Acquaintance - |●| Neutral - |●| Dislike - |●| Hate |●| _______________________________________________________________________________________ Katia Patterson She seems to be an alright girl from the looks of it. Looks to be more of the type to visit Hot Topic every weekend with her sister.. heh. Got the whole punk style goin' on with her. Besides that, she told us she's had some run ins with the law before the shit hit the fan. As long as she didn't shoot a brother in blue, I could care less. -UPDATE- She's sorta been missing... Christ, I hope she's doing alright. I know I didn't really talk to her all that much, but I can tell when someone's not all... there. Please be safe, Katia. Police Sgt. Fillerton The Sarge is a pretty decent guy. One of the first I've met, and sorta already formed a liking to him. Might be because we're on the same side, or because we agree on mostly everything. He was apparently a SWAT officer for the city/county/state he worked for, so I know I can count on him to watch our backs when we're not looking. NatashaKusanagi Despite our rather rough start in getting to know one another, we've become acquainted quiet well. First one I met before I was introduced to her whole group, which is pretty sizable. She's got some sort of military background, which makes it a pretty good thing. Hopefully we get to know each other a little bit better in the foreseeable future. -UPDATE- Well... that escalated quickly. -UPDATE- Things are going... steady. I mean, it's as much as I'd have hoped for to be honest. She's got a bit of a dark past, but I try to get that out of her mind when we're with each other. It's so depressing... always hearing her say she'd risk her life for mine, well... for anyone for that matter. Sorry, love. For me, it'll be the other way around. Like it or not. These people like you a helluva lot more than they like me. -UPDATE- We've come pretty far since our first kiss. I mean, I think I've broken her down from her robotic-self pretty well, but I want to make sure she doesn't stop doing what she's doing. No matter the scars, the prosthetics, or the missing eye, I'll still love her for who she is. Had a nice dinner with Lulu the other night. She did what she could with the food available, so I'm not gonna slam her on the cooking skills. But it was good to at least try to live life like it was before all of... this. Maggie Bennet We started off pretty smooth. Then came the incident with the walkers and... well, my view of her hit shit creek for a while. We've managed to reconcile what we could, but unfortunate circumstances arose when Mags and Nat butted heads. I tried to remain neutral, but it's hard when one of 'em is your 'girlfriend'. I hope she knows I didn't mean to push her down... I just wanted to make sure no one died up on that hill... Accidentally or not. -UPDATE- Eh, her and Erika I swear. Can't put those two in the same room without opening up a can of whoop ass on one another. But in any case, she's still good in my books. Tried to defend the Amy girl from bein' shot by the angry mob callin' for her head and shit. I tried but didn't really help all that much when everyone's against you. Sorry, Mags. Don't think anything I said would've changed a damn thing, as shown. -UPDATE- Maggie was badly injured a few days ago during an encounter with a group of bandits that live pretty close to our convoy spot. Thankfully, she's still alive. Was able to greet her when she woke up... Actually, now that I think of it, I was the only one to greet her. Don't know what I would've done if I had lost her, to be honest. She's one of the few close friends I have with this group. Please get better. I'd hate for you to come this far and lose it all. Ethan Fogg Ethan's had the short end of the stick these days. Feel sorry for the man, really. Losing his girl to a newcomer... what were the chances it used to be her formal lover? Anyway, I think he and I are pretty cool with one another. Helped him build his house up on the hill and whatnot... god that was fuckin' strenuous. -UPDATE- Leader of the group, I suppose. He's an alright guy. We don't really talk all that much which really isn't all that helpful, but he seems to have his head in the right place. 'Lulu' Younger girl who I've only recently been able to talk to. Apparently her and Nat have some type of close bond with one another, so I wouldn't be surprised if I don't see more of her in the coming days. Erika Winters Apparently she's another military type, much like most of the people in the group. At first, it was the occasional 'hi' and 'what's up'. Now we're a bit closer than we were before. Not like in that way, but amigos. Compadres. She sorta helped me out with a thing I'm trynna' do for Nat, and I won't forget it. I seriously need to ask her what she had to do to get those... Pvt. Adrian Parker Apparently he's a friend of Fillerton. He seems to be a pretty cool dude, and I'm not gonna be the first to argue with him while he still has that LMG. In any case, we're good with one another. Haven't seen him as of recent, though. Chloe Williams New aussie chick that strolled into town the other day. Got a sorta sarcastic-asshat kinda thing going on with her, and normally I'd hate someone with that kind of personality. However she puts it on well. Gave her a place to stay (even if it wasn't all comfortable... sorry..) for the first night and I actually woke up with everything present on me. She's not all that bad. Youthful, is more or less a good term for her. Cassidy Abrams Cassidy seems to be a rather new girl on the block. Can't really remember when she hopped on the band wagon, but hey, she seems to be doing rather well with getting along with everyone. We've engaged in a few conversations here and there, but not really anything that makes her stand out from the crowd. Chelsie Jasmine Soooo... Chelsie was one of those members of the group that I never really got into contact with all that much, although most of the people within seemed to like her to an extent. The other day, she told me she was gonna' be leaving for... somewhere. Forgot. Whoops. But she has her reasons. Going to go see her brother or something because apparently he has a settlement he set up. Well, best of luck to you, Chelsie. Hope you find what you're looking for. Also, I'll be sure to keep him safe if the case arises. Hannah Farr A rather rough patch at the start bloomed into a pretty good friendship, I'd like to think. Hannah is probably one of the nicest girls in the group, despite the very shitty hand she's been played as of recent. She lost Dot, her significant other, to unforeseen circumstances. I can't help but feel bad for her. Loss after loss, and she's still able to keep it 100. That's what they said back then, yeah? Keeping it 100? Whatever. I know deep down she's got her mental problems, so I ensure myself to hug her as much as possible when the time is necessary. Don't worry, Han Solo. I'll try to keep Nat in line and alive, no matter how much she wants to give her life.[/align] Request to be added. Themes: