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@ask-alec-hardy
Hello, My name is Alec Hardy, broadchruch police. I was advised by my colleague to create an account on this website for inquiries regarding police work and to "connect with people more"
If you need anything or have any questions for me feel free to ask them within reason.
Rules+more below (updated may24)
*bites Hardy's fingers individually, each finger getting bit gets bit harder than before*
ALE Hardy- he tries to pull his hand away at the first bite then yelps when the next finger is bit. Desperately trying to shake the evil biting anon away "piss off go away! Ow!'
ALEC- "Help"
@ask-alec-hardy
What’s going on?
ALEC HARDY - "Bloody carl, bloody fucking Morck threw all my paper work into the shredder!"
How do you expect me to help with that?
ALEC HARDY- "youre one of the more capable officers here, excluding Vicqumare who im not asking for help due to his.. injuries. Im wondering if you have any ideas to get back at him?" Hardy looks uncomfortable. Hes never asked for something like this
“Put his paperwork in the shredder? And you do know I still have a broken arm, right?”
ALEC HARDY - "Ah dunnae ken, he threw the shredder out?" Hardy scratches the back or his neck "also uh.. vicquemare is missing an eye, along with other various issues... I just..." hardy sighs "never mind sorry"
She shrugged, then winced. “You don’t need a shredder to shred things. You’ve got hands. You can also report him for throwing out RCM property, if you want.”
ALEC HARDY - He nods though its clear hed rather not report Morck. "Okay thanks" he mumbles walking away
ALEC- "Help"
@ask-alec-hardy
What’s going on?
ALEC HARDY - "Bloody carl, bloody fucking Morck threw all my paper work into the shredder!"
How do you expect me to help with that?
ALEC HARDY- "youre one of the more capable officers here, excluding Vicqumare who im not asking for help due to his.. injuries. Im wondering if you have any ideas to get back at him?" Hardy looks uncomfortable. Hes never asked for something like this
“Put his paperwork in the shredder? And you do know I still have a broken arm, right?”
ALEC HARDY - "Ah dunnae ken, he threw the shredder out?" Hardy scratches the back or his neck "also uh.. vicquemare is missing an eye, along with other various issues... I just..." hardy sighs "never mind sorry"
ALEC- "Help"
@ask-alec-hardy
What’s going on?
ALEC HARDY - "Bloody carl, bloody fucking Morck threw all my paper work into the shredder!"
How do you expect me to help with that?
ALEC HARDY- "youre one of the more capable officers here, excluding Vicqumare who im not asking for help due to his.. injuries. Im wondering if you have any ideas to get back at him?" Hardy looks uncomfortable. Hes never asked for something like this
ALEC- "Help"
@ask-alec-hardy
What’s going on?
ALEC HARDY - "Bloody carl, bloody fucking Morck threw all my paper work into the shredder!"
Thank you. :)
*they hold out a chocolate bar*
And here‘s your treat, sir. ^^
*their smile is audible under the bedsheet of the costume*
ALEC HARDY- Hardy didnt take the candy the door was already closed, lights off. Though if you looked theough the window you could see hardy standing in the kitchen staring at a can of mackerel
*knocks on his door, costumed as a ghost and has a dog with them, the dog is also a ghost*
Trick or treat:)))
ALEC HARDY- he opens his door, stares at the costumes ghost et dog. Sighs and goes into his house coming back out slabs of raw mackerel wrapped in cling wrap. "I dont have anything else, im not open for trick or treating. Do you see any lights?" He gestures do his dark plain undecorated home "alright you got yer' treat, go on now."
Now what might these be?
JEAN VICQUEMARE - "It's Carl's secret dinosaur files that someone's leaked."
ALEC HARDY - "he made the office smell horrible. Im sure he deserved it."
JEAN VICQUEMARE - "Wait until he sees the embarrassing information I've been hoarding. All those habits he doesn't know he's doing? All the gross *man* things? Counting his days."
ALEC HARDY - "the wanker, "borrowed" my jacket with my meds... interested in sharing that information perhaps?"
JEAN VICQUEMARE - "I don't see this going well for either of us..."
ALEC HARDY - "I might have to agree with you. . Especially if he over hears us"
diplodocus
"Excuse me?" Hardy blinks, rubs his nose "uh... bless you?"
"Can someone get this person out of my office?"
*a smol orange tabby approaches, covered in a moldy banana peel, having been abandoned in a bin*
Meow?
*blinks at him*
Hardy, looking down, sighs as he leans down to pick up the cat removing the mouldy peel from its head. He pets it gently and holds it close "hallo wee lad," he mumbles carrying it into the precinct with him to bathe it.
Well I'm going to bite your cheek anyway..
*bites the right cheek?*
Alec reels back, trying to avoid anons teeth but fails as his cheek is bitten. "Ow, oi what the bloody hell is wrong witb you!?"
He stumbles back rubbing his sore cheek.
Mr hardy can I bite your cheek
Hardy stares at anon, His eyes wide in fear "no!?"
Now what might these be?
JEAN VICQUEMARE - "It's Carl's secret dinosaur files that someone's leaked."
ALEC HARDY - "he made the office smell horrible. Im sure he deserved it."
JEAN VICQUEMARE - "Wait until he sees the embarrassing information I've been hoarding. All those habits he doesn't know he's doing? All the gross *man* things? Counting his days."
ALEC HARDY - "the wanker, "borrowed" my jacket with my meds... interested in sharing that information perhaps?"
Now what might these be?
JEAN VICQUEMARE - "It's Carl's secret dinosaur files that someone's leaked."
ALEC HARDY - "he made the office smell horrible. Im sure he deserved it."
Sneak attack! *jumps from around a corner and leeches onto him in a hug* emergency cuddles detected! *dangles off him like a misplaced koala*
Hardy startles, trying to jump away from the sneak hug but fails. He sighs heavily and rubs his temples with his free hand "god no" he mumbles trying to pry the stranger off of him.
HARDY- There's a weak knock on Trants door, then a voice soft and broken. "Do you know how to remove bullets from wounds?" Hardy figured trant would at least know. The blonde was filled with random trivia and facts. Right now he was desperate for help.
@ask-alec-hardy
TRANT HEIDELSTAM - There's a faint sound of shuffling as Trant stands from his desk and moves to the door. "Bullets from wounds? I'm no medical professional, but I've got an idea of it. Why?" He opens the door just as he's finishing his sentence. His eyes widen a bit at Hardy. He glances him up and down in half a second, not processing much other than... "You look like you haven't slept in days." It's a polite way of saying that Hardy looks like shit. He's trying not to be mean, but the other man doesn't exactly look like he's doing too hot.
HARDY - he nods, though it's clear he didn't really hear Heidelstam. His eyes have an almost vacant look in them. Pupils dilated. Everything is blurry, and his leg is sending wave after wave of agony. It took quite a bit of effort to make the short trek from his desk to Heidelstams office.
Saying he didn't look like he slept might've been an understatement. Bruises and cuts across the right side of his head. Deep wound on the back of his neck. His leg, the pant leg, soaked properly with blood. When Hardy tried to find gotlieb, he had no luck. He was desperate now. "Please," he whispered, eyes struggling to stay open.
TRANT HEIDELSTAM - It takes only half a moment more for him to fully grasp the situation- it's as if there's a subtle click in his mind, and he glances Alec over again, this time actually *taking in* what he's seeing. He reaches his arm out to offer support to him in grim silence, turning to hook it around the other man's back, slotting his own shoulder under Hardy's. He nearly lifts him off the ground as he helps him over to his desk chair and sits him down. Trant has to step back a moment to gather his mind and maintain lucidity. "What happened?" He asks, but does not wait for any kind of question before he's rummaging through his desk for something. "Where did you come from? How old are these- these *wounds*?" He's struggling to stay as put-together as he always seems to be.
HARDY - he struggles limping beside trant. Whimpering as hes lowered into the chair knee sending wave after wave of pain. He just wants it to stop hurting.
He struggles to hear trants question, head mushy, like he's under water. His brain takes several buid6neds days to actually understand trant. Vaguely, he points in the direction of his desk. "Sleeping there 3 days?" He mumbled head down. "Person jumped me... shot me." His words trail off. Hes tired and ready to go back to sleep "hmm I didnt mean to bother you" he says "but i didnt know who else to go to"
TRANT HEIDELSTAM - "You're not..." The blonde begins to respond, then lets himself trail off. He needs to focus. He finally pulls out a small first aid kit. It's not nearly enough to treat the wounds properly, but enough to dress them to buy a bit of extra time to bring Hardy to a hospital. It flashes through his mind that he should just bring him to the hospital without bothering to spend time on this, but a whole host of other worries quickly pushes the thought away. There's a twinge in Trant's chest, his nerves telling him to cower and run- this is not his job, nor responsibility, nor should it be. Already, with the man woozy and swaying in his chair, it was too much, overwhelming. But he bites his tongue and turns to focus on the bloody pants. He starts to roll them up by the hem, but instead backs off after a few moments, wiping sticky, half-dried blood on his suit, dirtying it not by intention but by pure reflex to the sensation. He scans his desk in a split second and grabs a pair of scissors, being careful as he pinches the fabric around the hole and slides the scissors in to cut around and let the material drop loose. All he has to do is pinch a bit further up, and... He tugs up the remaining bit of pant leg to get it out of the way, and has to take deep breaths to keep himself from spacing out. He opens the first aid kit and grabs a roll of gauze, folding a square-shaped piece a few times on itself before ripping it off the roll. He keeps it held between two fingers while he grabs the medical tape, and rips off pieces of that as well, then presses the gauze to the surface of the gunshot wound he sees and uses the tape to secure it. He's trying to be as gentle as he can, but still has to apply a bit of pressure.
ALEC HARDY - he bites back a shout of pain as trant moves his leg. He could feel the bullet agaisnt the bone in the limb. The way the knee cap scraped. It made stars ripple through his vision.
Teeth clenched hardy focused on breathing, in and out. Eyes screwed shut, sweat dripping down his brow dampening his messy hair.
Slowly he looked up, eyes opened. He could see the stress behind trants expression, the flicker of his eyes, the way his hands moved. He knew all the signs of stress and guilt wrecked his system.
"Sorey Heidelstam" he whispered "I shouldn't have come to you"
He leaned his head back on the chair gritting his teeth as trant ties the gauze to the wound. "I just, I didnt know who else to go to. MINOT wasnt at her desk, and I could nae find GOTLIEB." He felt really guilty about this now. "Y-you should just call an ambulance to pick me up. Dunnae bother with me"
Hardys head dropped forward, eyes fluttering. He was loosing strength.
TRANT HEIDELSTAM - Trant grits his own teeth and grimaces, trying hard to tune out the wheezing of the man in his desk chair. "Can- Can you just-" He mutters, barely audible, almost talking to himself. He begins to unspool more gauze and medical tape.
"Please just..." He stands, a little too fast, and almost falls over. He takes a few steps to be at Hardy's side, examining the wound on his neck. He hesitates a moment, stopping and staring at the deeply-scored and ragged flesh, before pressing the gauze against it. He does not finish his sentence. It's lost in his racing mind.
ALEC HARDY - he cried out, a muffled yelp, as trant applied pressure to the wound on his neck. His breathing hitched, eyes squeezed shut, and suddenly, he slumped forward.
Unconscious, the pain alone was enough to knock him out. No longer responsive, breathing ragged.
TRANT HEIDELSTAM - He secures the gauze best he can before taking a step back. After a few breaths, he approaches again, grabbing one of the other man's wrists and pulling his arm over his shoulder, then forcing his hand around his thighs to hoist his limp body over his shoulders. He keeps a tight grip on his legs and wrist as he starts to run out of the station to his car.
ALEC HARDY - alec was vaguely aware during the journey to the hospital. His mind swimming. He turned to trant whose hair looked almost reddish. "Minot?" He mumbled his head, slumping back down.
He didnt remebrr arriving at the hospital or the staff checking Him over. He could vaguely remeber a distinct accented voice trying to communicate and the sound of a motor carriage driving away.
When he woke in the hospital, he looked around the room with a sigh trying to remebrr who brought him here. He asked a nurse, who clarified a blonde man brought him in.
"Heidelstam?" Hardy whispered. He looked down eyes narrowed "i could've sworn it was minot"
Later, that week, he snuck out of the hospital with heavy bandaing and a brace around his leg, crutches, and stitches on his head.
