Beaten In Lips // Gabsy
Sept 24, 2014 7:19:07 GMT -5
Post by charade on Sept 24, 2014 7:19:07 GMT -5
Carver was in a good mood.
With the Olympics behind him, he was free to focus on his true calling; that being to give potential criminals, malcontents and general scum a hard time. Which wasn't to say the Olympics weren't pleasant. He had a handful of silver medals to show off, though the one he was proudest of was the one he received for boxing. Of course, he had expected to take home the gold, but he had made the mistake of underestimating his final opponent. Never again. he had chided himself. Next time it would be different. Besides, Carver had made a note of where the gold medalist lived and planned to kick his ass whenever the opportunity arose. Perhaps even humiliate him publicly.
But until then, Carver was content to resume making his rounds along the area he had decided to patrol. It was pretty quiet and Carver hadn't had to beat anyone up in at least a month. This was troubling to him, because if he wasn't finding anything wrong, he was either not doing a good enough job, or the things he should have been catching were happening in a different area. He paused in his pacing to whip out his little black book, flipping through the pages and reminding himself of some of the things he had caught in progress. There was a pickpocket whose fingers he had broken. A jaywalker that had been tripped. A couple of annoying careers that had picked a fight with him. He flipped through a couple more pages and focused on the file he had on Circe Lyon.
There was something off about her, and he had a gut feeling that sooner or later, he was going to catch her doing something terrible. Finally, there was the Blackmores. Now there was a family that definitely was up to no good behind closed doors. Carver didn't know much about them because he wasn't stupid enough to trespass, but having reminded himself that they needed to be investigated, he remembered that he had been meaning to buy a pair of binoculars. With that thought in mind, he picked up his pace and started jogging. There was only so much time left in the day, and he wanted to get a lot done. He turned a corner fast and ran smack dab into a girl that had been going the other way, knocking her over and falling to the ground himself, his journal skittering away into the street.
Scrambling to pick it up, he managed to shove it into his pocket before getting to his feet and getting a good look at the girl. She was a person he didn't recognize, maybe a foot shorter than him. Short hair. A milky eye. Yeah he thought to himself, I don't know this one. he scrutinized her for another minute or so, uncaring as to whether or not his hard stare was making her uncomfortable or not. She didn't have the look of a criminal, but he knew that they almost never did. There was still a few hours of daylight left, and so he decided he could put off spying on the Blackmores for just long enough to learn something about the girl in front of him; and if he was lucky, start a new file too. "Watch where you're going." he said bluntly. "That could have been worse." And, he chuckled inwardly, It still could be.