Everyday life can provide honor and valor.

Mankind doesn't need warfare and bloodshed to prove itself. Everyday life can provide honor and valor. Let's hope that from now on this country can find its heroes in smaller places. In the most ordinary of deeds. Hello! My name is Smith. Elliott Smith. Oh, you want to see my badge? Alright, here you go. See? Official police detective, at your service. Now, mind if I take a look around? Indie RP for a fully human Eleventh Doctor. Please read his About page for more info!

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just giving in | startrailsmarkthepassingoftime

Elliott looked down his nose as he exhaled out of his mouth, watching his breath mist in the cold air and float out for a moment before fading away. It was late, and it was cold outside, and he'd realized somewhat belatedly that he'd forgotten to bring his coat before going out. But he didn't feel like going back to get it; he just crossed his arms close to his body and tried to keep his hands warm. He didn't mind it so much, anyway.

He paused on a bridge and leaned against the side, looking out the water below him. It was still, more or less, and it looked black in the dark. The view was nice, though, he thought, resting his chin on his arms.

Around then was about the time he ought to be taking his medication, if he had any left to take. He hadn't been able to get his refill that week, and he'd taken the rest of it as prescribed. He didn't even like taking his meds, but he needed them, a fact that was annoyingly proven by how he felt.

Or, rather, the lack of feeling. The apathy had been sinking in over the past few days, and he hadn't quite been able to hold it off. He sighed, watching it condense into mist only to fade away again. A breeze made him shiver, and he looked down at the water to see if it would have any effect. He was watching the miniature waves travel along the water, thinking maybe he could just let himself settle into the apathy for a little while, when it occurred to him that he was on a bridge. It wasn't very high up, but that wasn't what he wanted, exactly.

The way he lifted himself up onto the edge was more automatic than anything. He was sitting over the edge of the bridge before he even realized he'd moved, and he stared down at the water for a long moment. He knew, abstractly, that he wasn't in the best state of mind, and he also knew that the water was bound to be freezing. But, that was sort of the point.

All he had to do was let himself slide off. It'd be so easy. And it wasn't as though he'd drown--the water was calm. Cold, but calm. Maybe it would help...maybe...

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'Tis the Season (For Hot Chocolate)

The cafe was almost overly warm from the moment Elliott stepped foot inside. The kind of warm that was well into pleasant and just touching the edge of uncomfortable, and the fact that it was crowded did little to help. Still, he slipped off his coat and got in line, hoping with all the hope he had that his work phone wouldn’t ring, as he had been doing all day.

As much as he loved his job, he did enjoy his days off. Especially when they weren’t lies.

It felt like hours before he finally held his much-deserved hot chocolate in his hands, but now that that problem was overcome, he was faced with another one. His eyes scanned for a free spot to sit in, his heart sinking when he realized all of them must be full. Apparently, he was far from the only one who wanted a nice hot drink on a cold day. He’d only just resigned himself to having to go somewhere else when he noticed a spot in a corner.

Good news: One of the two chairs was unoccupied. Bad news: The other one was.

He hesitated a moment, then made his way over, managing to successfully maneuver to the other side of the cafe without knocking anyone over. He tapped the man on the shoulder, looking sheepish. “‘Ello, d’you mind? There’s no where else to sit, and it’s cold outside.”

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WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE INANIMATE OBJECT?

Books! Definitely books. Books are wonderful. Gotta love books.