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@best-cop-jimmy
Soooo, hi! I'm Jimmy! I'm gonna be the best cop in the world! I'm gonna catch all the murderers- as soon as I learn how to open this door.
I do have a house- but it has a door. Why does everything have a door?
Luckily my dad- um I meant the Chief or Police believed me when I told him what happened with the Don. He trusts me to find Toby, with the help of other detectives- but no-one wants to work with me.
[Cindy walks over to Jimmy's door, stifling a yawn behind her hand. Not having gotten much sleep the night before was finally beginning to catch up with her. ]
[Reaching the door, she knocks. ]
"Good morning, Jimmy. Your milk's here."
@blogging-cindy
*he rushes to the door still in his pyjamas* Hi Cindy!
"Hi, Jimmy." Cindy greets. "Do you need help with the door?"
*he takes a step back from the door* Ummmm, yeah.
Cindy takes out a hairpin and works on Jimmy's lock in a gesture that feels automatic by now. She opens the door and offers Jimmy the boy a courteous smile. "Hello, how are you?"
Hi! I'm tired. You?
She wants to say that she's tired too but decides against it, not wanting to drag Jimmy into her problems.
"I'm fine, thank you for asking," Cindy says instead, offering him a small smile as she hands him the bottle of milk.
Once he has it, she adds, "That'll be £5, as usual."
*he runs into his house to grab cash*
Cindy waits patiently, blinking to fight off the sleepiness she's been feeling.
*he comes back with money and hands it to her, he yawns* Oh sorry I couldn't tell you where I was.
"Thank you," Cindy says, taking the money from Jimmy. Her lips twitch at his apology before settling into a smile. "It's okay, Jimmy. I shouldn't have pried so much. I'm sorry about that."
She hesitates, the words I'm glad you made it home safe sitting right at the edge of her tongue, but she lets them go unsaid, tucking the money into her bag instead. It feels like too much, somehow, more familiar than she has any right to be.
"Anyway," she says, already stepping back. "I'll be on my way. I've got more deliveries to finish."
Ok, byeeee!
[Cindy walks over to Jimmy's door, stifling a yawn behind her hand. Not having gotten much sleep the night before was finally beginning to catch up with her. ]
[Reaching the door, she knocks. ]
"Good morning, Jimmy. Your milk's here."
@blogging-cindy
*he rushes to the door still in his pyjamas* Hi Cindy!
"Hi, Jimmy." Cindy greets. "Do you need help with the door?"
*he takes a step back from the door* Ummmm, yeah.
Cindy takes out a hairpin and works on Jimmy's lock in a gesture that feels automatic by now. She opens the door and offers Jimmy the boy a courteous smile. "Hello, how are you?"
Hi! I'm tired. You?
She wants to say that she's tired too but decides against it, not wanting to drag Jimmy into her problems.
"I'm fine, thank you for asking," Cindy says instead, offering him a small smile as she hands him the bottle of milk.
Once he has it, she adds, "That'll be £5, as usual."
*he runs into his house to grab cash*
Cindy waits patiently, blinking to fight off the sleepiness she's been feeling.
*he comes back with money and hands it to her, he yawns* Oh sorry I couldn't tell you where I was.
[Cindy walks over to Jimmy's door, stifling a yawn behind her hand. Not having gotten much sleep the night before was finally beginning to catch up with her. ]
[Reaching the door, she knocks. ]
"Good morning, Jimmy. Your milk's here."
@blogging-cindy
*he rushes to the door still in his pyjamas* Hi Cindy!
"Hi, Jimmy." Cindy greets. "Do you need help with the door?"
*he takes a step back from the door* Ummmm, yeah.
Cindy takes out a hairpin and works on Jimmy's lock in a gesture that feels automatic by now. She opens the door and offers Jimmy the boy a courteous smile. "Hello, how are you?"
Hi! I'm tired. You?
She wants to say that she's tired too but decides against it, not wanting to drag Jimmy into her problems.
"I'm fine, thank you for asking," Cindy says instead, offering him a small smile as she hands him the bottle of milk.
Once he has it, she adds, "That'll be £5, as usual."
*he runs into his house to grab cash*
[Cindy walks over to Jimmy's door, stifling a yawn behind her hand. Not having gotten much sleep the night before was finally beginning to catch up with her. ]
[Reaching the door, she knocks. ]
"Good morning, Jimmy. Your milk's here."
@blogging-cindy
*he rushes to the door still in his pyjamas* Hi Cindy!
"Hi, Jimmy." Cindy greets. "Do you need help with the door?"
*he takes a step back from the door* Ummmm, yeah.
Cindy takes out a hairpin and works on Jimmy's lock in a gesture that feels automatic by now. She opens the door and offers Jimmy the boy a courteous smile. "Hello, how are you?"
Hi! I'm tired. You?
[Cindy walks over to Jimmy's door, stifling a yawn behind her hand. Not having gotten much sleep the night before was finally beginning to catch up with her. ]
[Reaching the door, she knocks. ]
"Good morning, Jimmy. Your milk's here."
@blogging-cindy
*he rushes to the door still in his pyjamas* Hi Cindy!
"Hi, Jimmy." Cindy greets. "Do you need help with the door?"
*he takes a step back from the door* Ummmm, yeah.
[Cindy walks over to Jimmy's door, stifling a yawn behind her hand. Not having gotten much sleep the night before was finally beginning to catch up with her. ]
[Reaching the door, she knocks. ]
"Good morning, Jimmy. Your milk's here."
@blogging-cindy
*he rushes to the door still in his pyjamas* Hi Cindy!
[Text Message]
"Hi, Jimmy. It's Cindy. I apologize for messaging you out of nowhere, but I was just wondering how you were. How was your trip? Were you able to sort out where you were going? Are you doing okay? Are you safe?"
*6 hours later, Jimmy texts back*
Later.
*and marks her message as unread*
Cindy quickly takes her phone the moment she hears the notification. She sits up when she sees that the message is from Jimmy.
The first things she felt was relief, and she breathes out breath she was holding.
If he replied then that means he's okay and the worry she was feeling the past couple of days can finally go away. Or at least ease up a bit.
When she opens it and sees the one word message she can't help but feel bad and embarrassed.
Cindy thinks about sending another message, to apologize for bothering him. But she decides against it and closes the message app before putting her phone away.
At least she knows he's alright and it's unlikely that he's in that place.
That's all that matters.
*2 hours later, he texts*
I should be back early tomorrow.
Cindy's in the middle of baking a set of pastry orders when she hears the chime from her phone telling her there's a message. She pauses what she was doing and wipes her hands on a cloth before picking up her phone.
Reading the message, she huffs a breath before typing her quick reply.
"Okay. Have a safe trip back."
Cindy hits send before putting her phone aside and forcing herself not to think about it, focusing on her work and letting the calm of baking center her.
*he texts at 2am the next day (Sunday)*
Home.
Cindy sits in her bed trying, for the life of her to retrace her steps that afternoon.
It had been hours since it happened again.
She went out and she delivered the pastries, and on her way home she comes across a man hitting a stray dog.
And then.
And then she's suddenly sitting on a park bench walks away from her previous position.
She doesn't remember walking there, she doesn't remember how she got there.
It doesn't make any sense.
Cindy hears the notification on her phone, pulling her away from her thoughts.
She reads it and then replies "ok" before hitting send.
[Text Message]
"Hi, Jimmy. It's Cindy. I apologize for messaging you out of nowhere, but I was just wondering how you were. How was your trip? Were you able to sort out where you were going? Are you doing okay? Are you safe?"
*6 hours later, Jimmy texts back*
Later.
*and marks her message as unread*
Cindy quickly takes her phone the moment she hears the notification. She sits up when she sees that the message is from Jimmy.
The first things she felt was relief, and she breathes out breath she was holding.
If he replied then that means he's okay and the worry she was feeling the past couple of days can finally go away. Or at least ease up a bit.
When she opens it and sees the one word message she can't help but feel bad and embarrassed.
Cindy thinks about sending another message, to apologize for bothering him. But she decides against it and closes the message app before putting her phone away.
At least she knows he's alright and it's unlikely that he's in that place.
That's all that matters.
*2 hours later, he texts*
I should be back early tomorrow.
Cindy's in the middle of baking a set of pastry orders when she hears the chime from her phone telling her there's a message. She pauses what she was doing and wipes her hands on a cloth before picking up her phone.
Reading the message, she huffs a breath before typing her quick reply.
"Okay. Have a safe trip back."
Cindy hits send before putting her phone aside and forcing herself not to think about it, focusing on her work and letting the calm of baking center her.
*he texts at 2am the next day (Sunday)*
Home.
[Text Message]
"Hi, Jimmy. It's Cindy. I apologize for messaging you out of nowhere, but I was just wondering how you were. How was your trip? Were you able to sort out where you were going? Are you doing okay? Are you safe?"
*6 hours later, Jimmy texts back*
Later.
*and marks her message as unread*
Cindy quickly takes her phone the moment she hears the notification. She sits up when she sees that the message is from Jimmy.
The first things she felt was relief, and she breathes out breath she was holding.
If he replied then that means he's okay and the worry she was feeling the past couple of days can finally go away. Or at least ease up a bit.
When she opens it and sees the one word message she can't help but feel bad and embarrassed.
Cindy thinks about sending another message, to apologize for bothering him. But she decides against it and closes the message app before putting her phone away.
At least she knows he's alright and it's unlikely that he's in that place.
That's all that matters.
*2 hours later, he texts*
I should be back early tomorrow.
[Text Message]
"Hi, Jimmy. It's Cindy. I apologize for messaging you out of nowhere, but I was just wondering how you were. How was your trip? Were you able to sort out where you were going? Are you doing okay? Are you safe?"
*6 hours later, Jimmy texts back*
Later.
*and marks her message as unread*
[Like clockwork, Cindy arrives with the week's milk delivery strapped to the back of her moped. She parks outside the familiar building, lifts the carrier free, and heads for the door. ]
"Morning, Jimmy," [ she says after knocking.] "Your milk's here."
@blogging-cindy @milk-from-the-hip
Morning! *he shouts from behind the closed door*
Cindy smiles. "Do you need help with the door or are you be able to handle it?"
*the handle wobbles for about 30 seconds* Help.
"Don't worry. I've got you," she says, taking the hairpin from her hair and working it into the lock. A few seconds later, it clicks, and she carefully swings the door open. "Hello."
Hi. Thank you, Cindy.
"You're welcome, Jimmy." Cindy responds with a smile. She then takes his milk order from the carrier and hands it to him. "How are you today?"
*he yawns* I'm tired. But there is a murder investigation going on at the moment so I get to go in and help today!
Cindy pauses for a moment at what she heard before looking back at him. "A murder investigation?" Her grip tightens slightly around the strap of her bag. "That sounds awful." The thought weighs heavily on her. She had only seen death three times in her life, and even that had been three times too many. She couldn't begin to imagine what it must be like to face it as part of her job.
She hesitates before adding, "I hope you all find whoever's responsible."
I think it's something about a murderous bus driver? I'm not sure, I'm getting the details today.
Cindy forces herself to ignore the word "bus," swallowing the lump in her throat before forcing herself to smile. "Well, I hope you get plenty of rest afterwards."
She usually likes spending time with Jimmy, but she thinks if she had to hear about murders again, she wouldn't be able to handle it.
"Anyway," Cindy says, moving the interaction forward. "That'll be £5."
*he hands her the money* I'm going to the site today, I think it's in a place Hatchet? or something? Maybe Havenfield? I can't remember, they got me a hotel there so I might not be here for the milk next week.*he shrugs*
Everything stops and there's a sudden coldness rushing from the back of Cindy's neck straight to her fingertips. The word Hatchet rings in her ears.
It can't be the same place, she tells herself over and over. It just can't be.
"Do you... do you know the exact name? Do you have a way of knowing so you can tell me?" She pauses, glancing at him. "So I--I can put it in my report for when I don't deliver your mi--your milk."
I only really find out later. *he shrugs again* Hopefully I'll have solved the case by next Sunday though.
"Can you text it to me?" Cindy practically begs, entirely aware of the desperation clawing through her voice. "Please? You have my number, remember? We exchanged numbers when I taught you how to bake cookies" The words come out from her in a rush. "Can you please text me the name of the place when you find out? As soon as you can?"
It might be secret.
Cindy’s breath catches, but she immediately softens her tone, rushing to smooth things over. "Of--of course. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to pry or step out of line." She pauses. "I would like it if you texted me when you get back? After the investigation. Just for me to know you're home safe."
She clasps her hands together, forcing a small, apologetic smile as she shifts her weight from one foot to the other. "I won't take too much of your time. I'll be on my way now."
Cindy gives Jimmy a final smile before turning to head back to her ride.
Bye Cindy!
[Like clockwork, Cindy arrives with the week's milk delivery strapped to the back of her moped. She parks outside the familiar building, lifts the carrier free, and heads for the door. ]
"Morning, Jimmy," [ she says after knocking.] "Your milk's here."
@blogging-cindy @milk-from-the-hip
Morning! *he shouts from behind the closed door*
Cindy smiles. "Do you need help with the door or are you be able to handle it?"
*the handle wobbles for about 30 seconds* Help.
"Don't worry. I've got you," she says, taking the hairpin from her hair and working it into the lock. A few seconds later, it clicks, and she carefully swings the door open. "Hello."
Hi. Thank you, Cindy.
"You're welcome, Jimmy." Cindy responds with a smile. She then takes his milk order from the carrier and hands it to him. "How are you today?"
*he yawns* I'm tired. But there is a murder investigation going on at the moment so I get to go in and help today!
Cindy pauses for a moment at what she heard before looking back at him. "A murder investigation?" Her grip tightens slightly around the strap of her bag. "That sounds awful." The thought weighs heavily on her. She had only seen death three times in her life, and even that had been three times too many. She couldn't begin to imagine what it must be like to face it as part of her job.
She hesitates before adding, "I hope you all find whoever's responsible."
I think it's something about a murderous bus driver? I'm not sure, I'm getting the details today.
Cindy forces herself to ignore the word "bus," swallowing the lump in her throat before forcing herself to smile. "Well, I hope you get plenty of rest afterwards."
She usually likes spending time with Jimmy, but she thinks if she had to hear about murders again, she wouldn't be able to handle it.
"Anyway," Cindy says, moving the interaction forward. "That'll be £5."
*he hands her the money* I'm going to the site today, I think it's in a place Hatchet? or something? Maybe Havenfield? I can't remember, they got me a hotel there so I might not be here for the milk next week.*he shrugs*
Everything stops and there's a sudden coldness rushing from the back of Cindy's neck straight to her fingertips. The word Hatchet rings in her ears.
It can't be the same place, she tells herself over and over. It just can't be.
"Do you... do you know the exact name? Do you have a way of knowing so you can tell me?" She pauses, glancing at him. "So I--I can put it in my report for when I don't deliver your mi--your milk."
I only really find out later. *he shrugs again* Hopefully I'll have solved the case by next Sunday though.
"Can you text it to me?" Cindy practically begs, entirely aware of the desperation clawing through her voice. "Please? You have my number, remember? We exchanged numbers when I taught you how to bake cookies" The words come out from her in a rush. "Can you please text me the name of the place when you find out? As soon as you can?"
It might be secret.
Cindy’s breath catches, but she immediately softens her tone, rushing to smooth things over. "Of--of course. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to pry or step out of line." She pauses. "I would like it if you texted me when you get back? After the investigation. Just for me to know you're home safe."
She clasps her hands together, forcing a small, apologetic smile as she shifts her weight from one foot to the other. "I won't take too much of your time. I'll be on my way now."
Cindy gives Jimmy a final smile before turning to head back to her ride.
Bye Cindy!
[Like clockwork, Cindy arrives with the week's milk delivery strapped to the back of her moped. She parks outside the familiar building, lifts the carrier free, and heads for the door. ]
"Morning, Jimmy," [ she says after knocking.] "Your milk's here."
@blogging-cindy @milk-from-the-hip
Morning! *he shouts from behind the closed door*
Cindy smiles. "Do you need help with the door or are you be able to handle it?"
*the handle wobbles for about 30 seconds* Help.
"Don't worry. I've got you," she says, taking the hairpin from her hair and working it into the lock. A few seconds later, it clicks, and she carefully swings the door open. "Hello."
Hi. Thank you, Cindy.
"You're welcome, Jimmy." Cindy responds with a smile. She then takes his milk order from the carrier and hands it to him. "How are you today?"
*he yawns* I'm tired. But there is a murder investigation going on at the moment so I get to go in and help today!
Cindy pauses for a moment at what she heard before looking back at him. "A murder investigation?" Her grip tightens slightly around the strap of her bag. "That sounds awful." The thought weighs heavily on her. She had only seen death three times in her life, and even that had been three times too many. She couldn't begin to imagine what it must be like to face it as part of her job.
She hesitates before adding, "I hope you all find whoever's responsible."
I think it's something about a murderous bus driver? I'm not sure, I'm getting the details today.
Cindy forces herself to ignore the word "bus," swallowing the lump in her throat before forcing herself to smile. "Well, I hope you get plenty of rest afterwards."
She usually likes spending time with Jimmy, but she thinks if she had to hear about murders again, she wouldn't be able to handle it.
"Anyway," Cindy says, moving the interaction forward. "That'll be £5."
*he hands her the money* I'm going to the site today, I think it's in a place Hatchet? or something? Maybe Havenfield? I can't remember, they got me a hotel there so I might not be here for the milk next week.*he shrugs*
Everything stops and there's a sudden coldness rushing from the back of Cindy's neck straight to her fingertips. The word Hatchet rings in her ears.
It can't be the same place, she tells herself over and over. It just can't be.
"Do you... do you know the exact name? Do you have a way of knowing so you can tell me?" She pauses, glancing at him. "So I--I can put it in my report for when I don't deliver your mi--your milk."
I only really find out later. *he shrugs again* Hopefully I'll have solved the case by next Sunday though.
"Can you text it to me?" Cindy practically begs, entirely aware of the desperation clawing through her voice. "Please? You have my number, remember? We exchanged numbers when I taught you how to bake cookies" The words come out from her in a rush. "Can you please text me the name of the place when you find out? As soon as you can?"
It might be secret.
[Like clockwork, Cindy arrives with the week's milk delivery strapped to the back of her moped. She parks outside the familiar building, lifts the carrier free, and heads for the door. ]
"Morning, Jimmy," [ she says after knocking.] "Your milk's here."
@blogging-cindy @milk-from-the-hip
Morning! *he shouts from behind the closed door*
Cindy smiles. "Do you need help with the door or are you be able to handle it?"
*the handle wobbles for about 30 seconds* Help.
"Don't worry. I've got you," she says, taking the hairpin from her hair and working it into the lock. A few seconds later, it clicks, and she carefully swings the door open. "Hello."
Hi. Thank you, Cindy.
"You're welcome, Jimmy." Cindy responds with a smile. She then takes his milk order from the carrier and hands it to him. "How are you today?"
*he yawns* I'm tired. But there is a murder investigation going on at the moment so I get to go in and help today!
Cindy pauses for a moment at what she heard before looking back at him. "A murder investigation?" Her grip tightens slightly around the strap of her bag. "That sounds awful." The thought weighs heavily on her. She had only seen death three times in her life, and even that had been three times too many. She couldn't begin to imagine what it must be like to face it as part of her job.
She hesitates before adding, "I hope you all find whoever's responsible."
I think it's something about a murderous bus driver? I'm not sure, I'm getting the details today.
Cindy forces herself to ignore the word "bus," swallowing the lump in her throat before forcing herself to smile. "Well, I hope you get plenty of rest afterwards."
She usually likes spending time with Jimmy, but she thinks if she had to hear about murders again, she wouldn't be able to handle it.
"Anyway," Cindy says, moving the interaction forward. "That'll be £5."
*he hands her the money* I'm going to the site today, I think it's in a place Hatchet? or something? Maybe Havenfield? I can't remember, they got me a hotel there so I might not be here for the milk next week.*he shrugs*
Everything stops and there's a sudden coldness rushing from the back of Cindy's neck straight to her fingertips. The word Hatchet rings in her ears.
It can't be the same place, she tells herself over and over. It just can't be.
"Do you... do you know the exact name? Do you have a way of knowing so you can tell me?" She pauses, glancing at him. "So I--I can put it in my report for when I don't deliver your mi--your milk."
I only really find out later. *he shrugs again* Hopefully I'll have solved the case by next Sunday though.
[Like clockwork, Cindy arrives with the week's milk delivery strapped to the back of her moped. She parks outside the familiar building, lifts the carrier free, and heads for the door. ]
"Morning, Jimmy," [ she says after knocking.] "Your milk's here."
@blogging-cindy @milk-from-the-hip
Morning! *he shouts from behind the closed door*
Cindy smiles. "Do you need help with the door or are you be able to handle it?"
*the handle wobbles for about 30 seconds* Help.
"Don't worry. I've got you," she says, taking the hairpin from her hair and working it into the lock. A few seconds later, it clicks, and she carefully swings the door open. "Hello."
Hi. Thank you, Cindy.
"You're welcome, Jimmy." Cindy responds with a smile. She then takes his milk order from the carrier and hands it to him. "How are you today?"
*he yawns* I'm tired. But there is a murder investigation going on at the moment so I get to go in and help today!
Cindy pauses for a moment at what she heard before looking back at him. "A murder investigation?" Her grip tightens slightly around the strap of her bag. "That sounds awful." The thought weighs heavily on her. She had only seen death three times in her life, and even that had been three times too many. She couldn't begin to imagine what it must be like to face it as part of her job.
She hesitates before adding, "I hope you all find whoever's responsible."
I think it's something about a murderous bus driver? I'm not sure, I'm getting the details today.
Cindy forces herself to ignore the word "bus," swallowing the lump in her throat before forcing herself to smile. "Well, I hope you get plenty of rest afterwards."
She usually likes spending time with Jimmy, but she thinks if she had to hear about murders again, she wouldn't be able to handle it.
"Anyway," Cindy says, moving the interaction forward. "That'll be £5."
*he hands her the money* I'm going to the site today, I think it's in a place Hatchet? or something? Maybe Havenfield? I can't remember, they got me a hotel there so I might not be here for the milk next week.*he shrugs*
[Like clockwork, Cindy arrives with the week's milk delivery strapped to the back of her moped. She parks outside the familiar building, lifts the carrier free, and heads for the door. ]
"Morning, Jimmy," [ she says after knocking.] "Your milk's here."
@blogging-cindy @milk-from-the-hip
Morning! *he shouts from behind the closed door*
Cindy smiles. "Do you need help with the door or are you be able to handle it?"
*the handle wobbles for about 30 seconds* Help.
"Don't worry. I've got you," she says, taking the hairpin from her hair and working it into the lock. A few seconds later, it clicks, and she carefully swings the door open. "Hello."
Hi. Thank you, Cindy.
"You're welcome, Jimmy." Cindy responds with a smile. She then takes his milk order from the carrier and hands it to him. "How are you today?"
*he yawns* I'm tired. But there is a murder investigation going on at the moment so I get to go in and help today!
Cindy pauses for a moment at what she heard before looking back at him. "A murder investigation?" Her grip tightens slightly around the strap of her bag. "That sounds awful." The thought weighs heavily on her. She had only seen death three times in her life, and even that had been three times too many. She couldn't begin to imagine what it must be like to face it as part of her job.
She hesitates before adding, "I hope you all find whoever's responsible."
I think it's something about a murderous bus driver? I'm not sure, I'm getting the details today.
