Rory McDougal

Rory McDougal || 37 || London || Police Sergeant (This is a Role Play Blog)

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dani-mason‌:

Though Dani was an incredible baker, her actual cooking skills were…lackluster at best. Her specialty was ordering take out or warming something up on the stove–she couldn’t remember the last time she had actually had a real home cooked meal; her pastries and baked goods hardly counted. 

Finding a cooking class that seemed to be right up her alley was an accident, but a happy one. It gave her a break from work, which she’d never admit was much needed, and it gave her the chance to work on her mediocre skills. And she loved French food, so it was an added bonus. 

Tying her hair back as she listened to the instructor she looked around aimlessly, it seemed most people either had come together or knew each other already, she must’ve missed the memo. A slight panic flitted through her expression as she looked around before spotting someone who seemed as lost by the partnering up as she was. “Yes, that’s perfect…thanks darlin’ I thought I was gonna be stranded as the sad lone chef.” she grinned

“Teacher I got a cooking partner!” he announced to the french chef only to receive an eye roll for his outburst. Walking to one of the empty stations, most of the equipment and tools were already distributed ready to be used by the students. 

“You can call me Rory,” he said introducing himself. “Would you care for a candy?” he said holding out a piece of wrapped candy to the woman. As he held the sweet in his hand, the man couldn’t help but have a sense of deja vu. “Haven’t I seen you somewhere?” he asked. “Have you ever stolen a pair of tennis shoes?”

The teacher began to write the ingredients on a large chalkboard along with the quantity. “Now you will find everything I am writing down on the handouts in front of you, as this is a modified recipe for beginners you will have one hour to complete your dishes as it would take upwards to three hours to make a real bouef bourguignon.”

Looking down at the list Rory thought it would be quicker to split the task of gathering ingredients. “Shall we split it down the middle, I get the proteins and you the vegetables, or would you rather be the one to handle the bacon?”

[rory-mcdougal-rp]

shilohramzi-uk‌:

Just as Shiloh spun around to the sound of the approaching foot steps, he saw one of the thugs running towards him. The man had to be at least three times his size, and although there was now a fence separating them, there was no where for Shiloh to go beyond that. All he had to protect himself was the glass bottle in his hand. He smashed the end off against the brick wall beside him, reasoning the sharp edges may be more useful to him. 

Before the thug got near enough to climb over the fence, however, another person appeared. Shiloh couldn’t make out their features in the dark, but he recognized the voice of the police officer who had helped him earlier. After he had used a trash bin lid to take him out -why hadn’t he thought of that?- Shiloh approached the fence to get a better look at the man. “Catch the bus?” he repeated. He was still out of breath from the sheer panic he had felt moments ago. “Those idiots nearly killed me just now! I’d like to know what the fuck is going on. I’d say you at least owe me that. For God’s sake, I was just heading home, minding my own business moments ago. Who are those people? What did they want?” 

The piece of paper in the officer’s hand caught his attention, but he could hardly make out what it said. He reached through a gap in the fence, grasping the man’s wrist to pull the paper closer to him to try and see it through the dark. “I know what it is. It’s an IP address, I think. Damn stupid of them to leave it lying out in plain sight. Unless…hold on, let me come back over there.”

Shiloh grabbed the chain links, finding his footing enough to climb the fence - at a less urgent speed this time - and dropped to the other side where the cop was, landing on his feet. He still had his laptop in his bag, and he knew that he could figure out the meaning of the address and whom it belonged to within minutes, but as he glanced at the still unconscious thug on the ground at their feet, he wasn’t entirely sure that they had time, before he stirred. He took the piece of paper from the man. “I can figure out who this belongs to, if you’d like. But, eh…we should probably go somewhere else, before he wakes up, yeah?”

“Damn it no signal,” Rory hissed as he pocketed his mobile, hoping they could use the potable phone to do a search. Walking out the alley way the Scot made sure he hadn’t dropped the only clue he had to Jimmy the scumbags whereabouts. At first glance Rory though the numbers could be a street address or a receipt but the way the numbers were spaced it made more since to be an IP address. 

“How about we go there?” Rory pointed to a small fish and chip shop. Although it was easy to miss the small shop had a sign on their window advertising thier wifi. Looking both ways as he crossed the street, he opened the door to the small eatery and walked in after the other man went through the doorway. The fish and chip shop was old but looked clean enough to pass a health inspection, there was a small counter where one could order, a visble fryer and two small tables both of which were unoccupied. Pointing to one, the officer took a quick look out the window for any suspicious movement outside.  

"It doesn’t look like any of Jimmy’s goons followed us so we should be in the clear for the time being,” he said sitting back down to face the other man. “Slouching a bit he pulled out the piece of paper with the numbers on it. “Can you really track these guys with a partial IP number? I’ll owe you one if you can...um....sorry You got a name?” the officer asked realizing that in the disarray he hadn’t learned the name of the man that was now involved in his game of tag with the petty criminal. 

[rory-mcdougal-rp]

Rory McDougal Moodboard (1/?)

How would you describe yourself?

[thomas-serpell-blog]

“Anybody else find it hard to decide their favourite part of the World Cup?” The question was directed toward no one in particular as he took a sip of his drink. The man had been idly chatting with a bunch he could only assume, judging by the state of them, were regulars. What better way to fit into the scenery of the grottiest fucking Wetherspoon’s he’d ever set foot in? “Is it being able to drink at three in the afternoon, the beautiful game itself, or enjoying the triggered tears of all the people who whine about how sick they are of football?”

[rory-mcdougal-rp]

“Oh man! Did you see that block?”

“Oi, Mick! turn up the volume!” Rory called out as he and his mates watched the game as Croatia payed against Denmark. The rowdy group were already several drinks in as the game began the second half. Like the sizable group most of the other customers had their eyes glued to the television set. The exception being a man taking a sip of his drink who turned towards them asking what their favorite part of the cup had been so far.  The group of five all huddled together before coming up with a consensus. “It’s the tears definitely the tears. Especially those of the losing team with which we replenish our electrolytes .” 

[andrew-eberhart]

Andrew sat on the park bench, his laptop in his lap connected to the internet at the nearby cafe. Pictures of engines, muffles, intakes and other vehicle modifications pictures scrolled across his screen as he sipped his coffee, pausing every once in awhile to people watch as the crowd passed his bench. It was a nice morning, of course, with the warm weather and slight breeze. The agency had told him to start researching racing: the ins and outs of car modifications, racing and everything else he could possibly need to know. He had to sound like he knew what he was talking about if he were going to convincingly blend in with the crowd. The morning had been quiet so far. He’d learned a lot, but he felt like he was in over his head. He had some racing practice tonight, to get used to a high powered car. It was a lot to learn with not much time to learn it. On top of it all, the internet was going dreadfully slow, freezing every fifteen minutes. This was one of those times.

“Aw, really?” Andrew whined after his screen froze again. “Again?” He tapped the screen a couple times, muttering out loud to the crowd of people passing. “Any chance anyone knows how to fix wifi issues?”

[rory-mcdougal-rp]

“Don’t you just love the feeling you get from a brisk jog in the morning serge?”

Slowing down to a stop, Rory McDougal lean back as he took a deep breath. “Oh yeah, who wants to be at home in bed having breakfast,” he drawled sarcastically to the two men who he had been running with. “You guys go on ahead I’ll see you back at the station for the shift change.”

Once the two other officers were out of few, Rory leaned forward and rested his hands on his knees as he tried to regulate his breathing and slow down his heart rate. Despite being in better shape than most people his age, the man knew he was no longer eighteen. He had stopped in front of another man who appeared to be sitting on a bench while typing away at his commuter only for the man on the bench to shout out asking for help with his internet connection. 

Yeah I’d probably be a bit desperate if my porn froze mid-video,  Rory thought as he tried to hide his smirk. 

Butting into the man’s business, Rory stood and called out, “Hey you! Why don’t you try getting someone at that cafe there, I’m sure somebody can pause the Great British bakeoff long enough to help you fix your wifi problems.”

[yourstruly-rachael]

Rachael was sitting on a bench at Hyde Park, the swans flocking toward the lake, as she watched the people passing by. She had intended to be scouting people for her escort service, but her mind kept drifting to another scenario. Rachael had been an escort herself a long time ago, and recently she had been toying with the idea of offering herself as an escort option to the Yours Truly clients. 

She wanted to be able to feel the thrill that came with the experience of being an escort, but at the same time, she felt as if she wouldn’t have many clients as the other girls. It was juvenile for Rachael to feel insecure about the topic, yet the thoughts were still plaguing her mind. 

Rachael’s daze was broken by a swan that had waddled suspiciously close to her, probably looking for food from Rachael. As the swan realized that Rachael didn’t have anything to give, it left. It was then that Rachael saw someone who she thought would make a good addition to her team. She got up and approached the person. 

“Hello, I am sorry to interrupt your day, but I have a proposal for you,” Rachael interjected. 

[rory-mcdougal-rp]

“What do you think Pepper Jack should I keep the beard, or shave it off before I go back to work tonight?” the man asked the dog receiving a whine in response as he scratch his growing beard.  

Rory McDougal was spending one of his rare free mornings doing his uncles a favor and taking their Corgi, Pepper Jack, out for his morning walk, since his usual dog walker had an emergency at her son’s preschool. Although he hadn’t heard much over the child’s screams, he understood it had something to do with the boy refusing to get dressed. 

As Rory glance at his mobile phone for the time, Pepper Jack began to bark. Turning around Rory saw a woman approach him. The officer couldn’t fight the feeling that he had encountered the woman previously. In any case Rory listened as the woman spoke, ready to provide any assistance as an officer of the law. 

“Your not interrupting anything lass, except maybe this pup marking his territory. Is there something I can help you with?” 

[rory-mcdougal-rp]

shilohramzi-uk:

Shiloh tensed up at the unexpected and unwarranted physical contact from the overly enthusiastic police officer. He did his best to reserve his typical mildly threatening comments to those who invaded his personal space and instead moved a few inches over, out of his reach.  “Believe it or not, if you were wearing a ranger’s hat and a bear costume, I might take you more seriously. But I’ll do my best not to burn down any forests.” He said in response to Rory’s ridiculous statement. 

He wasn’t sure if he was convinced that his compliment was genuine. Despite their previous encounter - as much as sharing the uncommon experience of something like bringing down feathered pet-stealing thugs could bring folks together - Shiloh didn’t know Rory well enough to determine whether he truly was as completely oblivious as he seemed, or if he was very good at acting that way. He may have been undercover, for all he knew. But Shiloh couldn’t help but wonder if his crimes were enough that the police would go to such extremes to track him down. Perhaps he was being paranoid. His comment about the possibility of helping him in the future raised more questions. If he knew the things Shiloh was capable of, and things he’d done in the past, he may or may not be so quick to ask.

He didn’t have time to answer, had he been given a choice when he found himself suddenly being invited for pancakes and a smoke. He just couldn’t get past how non-nonsensical the things Rory said seemed to be. Such as the bird scenario, which turned out to be 100% true. He was almost intrigued enough to consider accepting his proposal, and then he walked away, looking back at Shiloh expectantly. He remained motionless, his expression blank despite being deeply confused. “I have to get to….” he began, before contemplating a moment. This did seem much more tempting than going to work and sitting at a desk all day, covered in coffee and surrounded by people he mutually disliked. “Ah…fuck it. Who needs a job?” he muttered under his breath before he reluctantly stepped towards him. “Look…I know you saved my life and all the other night, but I just want to be clear that that doesn’t make us ‘besties’ or what have you. To be fair, my life would not have been endangered if not for you. And all things considered, I’d say we’re more than on even grounds now. That being said, I will join you this one time, because the last place I want to be right now is my office. Where are we going?”

“It’s just around the corner.”

Assured that the other man had indeed taken the bait and was following him, the police sergeant had led the way out of the underground station and to the street that was bustling with people all one their way to one destination or another.  Westminster was one of the more upscale areas of London, and while it look like Rory was leading the way to some upscale boutique, the man in uniform instead took a left through an alley way.

Surprisingly not known to many behind all the posh shops and high-power offices there was a food truck situated with a couple of fold out tables and chairs. “Not exactly a Michelin Star place but the food decent,” Rory explained as he approached the parked vehicle and restaurant. “Use to come here a lot with my ex-partner, Rory mentioned but made sure to leave out that his ex-partner also happen to be his girlfriend, Phoebe. The two liked the food there so much that rather than have one or the other no longer able to go to the small eatery, they agreed to share custody and agreed that Rory got Monday, wednesday, and friday and every other sunday. 

“What’ll it be mate?” the man at the window asked.“Pancake and waffles,” Rory ordered. “Sorry officer, can you repeat that? Did you want pancake or waffles?” the owner asked. “’And’, I said ‘and’ as in both.” Turning to Shiloh he gave him a knowing smirk before adding to the order “and make him the birthday surprise, man looks like he could use some sprinkles,” the officer joked before placing a few quid on the counter.

Once the to-go boxes were passed through the window, Rory made his way to one of the plastic fold out tables and pulled out one of the folding chairs.

“Let me bum one of those cigarettes off you.”  Taking out his own lighter, Rory had to blow the dust off from lack of use. In truth the Scotsman had been trying to quit the habit and while he could go a fortnight with out a cigarette, he still found that he needed a nicotine fix and the patch wasn’t cutting it. Letting out a puff a smoke, Rory couldn’t help but muse, “It’s been sometime since I sat down with a non-cop. Most civilians are afraid of us.”

“Here a picture of Hercule,” he said holding up the smartphone to show the computer whiz the photo. “The vet said that he should be flying once more in no time.” Hercule had saved the two men when one of Jimmy the scumbag’s lackeys was was about to shoot at them, the bird swooped in and knocked the gun out of the man’s hand only for the man to grab the parrot’s wing and almost break the feathered creature’s appendage.  “Luckily it hasn’t dampened his spirit, he still as loud as ever when I walk through the door after my shift.”

“You got anyone waiting at home for you?” Rory asked before taking a bite of the syrup covered piece of waffle.

[araminta-oshea]

Farrah was never one to leave work for anything. The blonde rarely does vacations and when she did, she would not leave work behind. So, as expected by her staff, Farrah stepped into the magnificent lobby of her baby, Olympia, at exactly 7 AM, just as usual, despite the fact that she had just landed from her trip to France over six hours ago. The woman made her way to Indigéne, her open-for-breakfast restaurant for her morning fix, something she always does on Mondays. The blonde replied to her restaurant staff’s greetings of good morning, Miss Girardi and how are you, ma’am? as necessary and then sat down at her usual table where a glass of room-temperature Saint-Géron water and the latest copy of The Evening Standard and The Daily Telegraph were already waiting for her.

After making an order of her usual cup of mint-jasmine tea and a portion of deux oeufs prépare selon votre préference, which was always scrambled eggs with sun-dried tomatoes and chicken sausages, she scanned the papers’ headlines before standing up to go around the restaurants. Once she finished making her usual kitchen and restaurant inspections, she approached one diner who was sitting at one of the tables. “Good morning,” she greeted after leaving her cold facade behind. Being known as a ruthless, cold and heartless businesswoman, Farrah could still smile. But her smile, though still icy and stiff, was reserved only for her clients and customers and sometimes for the cameras. “How are you? How are you finding your breakfast?”

[rory-mcdougal-rp]

“Wanna pop into  Indigéne for breakfast?” The older man asked as the trio was walking past the large shop, Olympia.  

Rory looked into his wallet, here figurative moths flew out denoting the police sergeant’s lack of funds. “No worries laddie,” his uncle Kevin chuckled. “Uncle Raymond and I will take care of the bill this time.” “Yes, think of it as thanks for looking after Pepper Jack,” Raymond added as repayment for Rory looking after the couple’s pet corgi.  

“I suppose I can have a bagel  before heading to the station,” As it was still early the three men were seated quickly and were able to place their orders. The plates had just been placed in front of them when mid bite, a feminine voice asked “ How are you? How are you finding your breakfast?”

Rory looked up at the woman, He suppose that the police uniform would attract anyone's attention. “Everything as expected....” he answered before saying. “Oh no worries Miss, I’m not here on police business, our group just came in for a quick breakfast. 

[rory-mcdougal-rp]

andiserpell:

His mention of the weather got a huffed laugh from her, so that was at least a step in the right direction for her mood. “Cheers” She tilted her glass before taking a draw. “Swords, seriously?” This new knowledge had her more excited than anything all day, “You’re not in the mood for cheese, are you? because I really feel like we should find out how effective they are for sword fights. Unless you already know?”

“As it is you are already my new best friend for bestowing this knowledge upon me. Got anything else for me? Any news on tin foil shaped like animals? Now I’m just getting greedy. The drink offer is definitely still there though, I owe you one.”

“As old-fashion and slightly sexist as it sound, I wouldn’t be much of a gentleman if I didn’t pay for the first round, " Rory offered giving a slight chuckle, partly from the three pints he had already downed. Signaling to the bartender, the older gentlemen stopped in front. 

“What can I get you sir?” 

“We’ll have two of whatever the lady was having and can we get a cheese plate, with those cocktail swords in the cubes,” Rory made sure to emphasize the use of the plastic knives instead of toothpicks. “Oh and can you get us a roll of tin foil, enough to make a couple of swans for all that leftover cheese.” 

The bartender simply rolled his eyes at the man’s request, used to getting odd request from the customers after they had a few. Turning to his new drinking buddy, Rory asked, “So Friend, you have a name?”

[rory-mcdougal-rp]

giorgiodrago:

Giorgio studied the other man in front of him. The Italian rarely reads the printed editions of the newspapers, opting for the virtual ones instead.  

“ Have you ever attended an Italian wedding? I can guarantee you that the drama is mandatory. Their wedding was tame compared to others I had the displeasure of attending." He grimaced thinking of the last fiasco. His cousin tried to arrange a date between her friend and him. Nothing against the Greek socialite, but she was too clingy for Giorgio’s taste. 

"I don´t understand why the women in my family try to play matchmaker every time I have to make an appearance. Being single in an Italian family is almost a crime. That´s why I always make sure to bring the most scandalous dates to undermine their intents.”

“Bloody traffic has a tendency to ruin many meetings.” He laughed and lifted his Ipad. “ Thank you for the offer but I already read that one. I´m reading the news about the world cup. Can´t wait to watch Russia against Spain.”

“Aye, suddenly everyone has a single cousin or knows someone with a good personality,” Rory chuckled slightly understanding the pains of being constantly set up. “I hope your upfront with your dates on your intent, if they’re as scandalous as you claim, no doubt one wrong word will get your tires slashed.” 

“Aye, nothing beats a int and the game on a big screen. I really think the English team might make it to the semi-finals this go, though I would never say that aloud to the lads back home.”  He could only imagine how his relative back in Aberdeen would react to hear him support the English team.  

“Are you a guest here?” The officer asked, “Or here for Lunch?”

The hotel was clearly an expensive local and they weren’t afraid to let it show. Rory suspected the reason the man he had come to the hotel to question had picked the place was as a power move to intimidate the sergeant with a display of wealth. Though one couldn;t tell from his absentminded look, Rory could tell the other man’s clothing fit in with the clientele the place wanted to bring in.  

[rory-mcdougal-rp]

irish-derry:

Derry knew who he was, of course. He had been to her bar more times than she could count because someone called the police after listening to her screams and then kicking the asses of the customers that disrupted the peace in Dagda’s Cauldron. Most of the times he would leave with a warning but nothing too big for her to worry about, like taking her to the police station or something like that.

Her thoughts were going from just ingnoring the officer, turn the other way and go back from where she came, to make him shut up in a way that did not involve physical contact. One thing was breaking their customer’s nose, but to assault and officer of the law was another thing entirely and crealy something that would lock her up in jail for a few months at least. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to relax. 

She frowned at his words and wondered what was he talking about. “Revenge? What the hell are you talking about? How the bloody hell is Hercule?” She did not understand what a single thing he was saying. Take back what was taken from him? If he lost something then that was his problem but the Irish woman just shook her head and raised and eyebrown. “Forgive me for sayign this but, are you high or something? 

The look of confusion on the woman;s face said a lot about the absurdity of the situation. “High like a fox!” Rory retorted only to pause after he let his words sink in. Blushing hot red Rory could hardly contain his embarrassment at how uncool he had just come out when he was trying to act tough. “Hold on, that didn’t come out right.”

“But that’s neither here nor there” he said trying to compose himself to put on his tough guy face that he used when interrogating a suspect. “Where were you between the hours of six and and ten yesterday?” he questioned blocking Derry’s path.    

“The note said for you to come alone! Not to make this a date with your girl,” A graveled voice caught the attention of the officer. “Then again you pigs were never the brightest in the business.” 

Rory looked away from Derry to the man that had appeared behind the Irish bar owner. As soon as he saw the scar that ran along the older man’s cheek he knew it was the mastermind behind his beloved parrots kidnapping. “Jimmy the scumbag, I should have known it was you, only you could be such a scumbag!” 

“How rude Officer McDougal, or should I say Sergeant. Well in any case my friends seemed to think I’m a sociable fellow. Lads why don’t we offer the sergeant out congratulations on his new promotion,” Jimmy said to the five thugs that came out from behind their hiding spots.   

Facing Derry, Rory asked, “Think you can handle a bar brawl without the bar?”

[rory-mcdougal-rp]

“Bonjour everyone, Welcome to French Cooking for Beginners,” Greeted the french chef who taught the cooking class.

The lessons were a gift from his uncles for his birthday almost six months earlier and the voucher for the cooking lessons were only days away from expiring. Might as well put these to use, Rory reasoned. Being an officer and working odd hours, Rory never really spent much time in the kitchen and the few times he had a home cooked meal, it was his partner treating him.  

Although he didn’t think much of the gift at first, he figured that perhaps it was his uncle’s way of telling him something after Rory hosted the two men for a lunch that ended with everyone getting their stomach pumped in the emergency room. Rory was a giant klutz in the kitchen, Literally standing at six feet four inches, the man had to be careful not to bump his head on the hanging pots and pans.  

“Listen mes etudians, you will be partnering up in pairs for todays lesson, in which you will all be making boeuf bourguignon,” the teacher announced.Rory cased the room watching as the other ten people in the class were greeting their cooking partners. He needed to hurry before he ended up the odd man out. “Hey! aye you!” he called out, “How abouts we team up?”

[rory-mcdougal-rp]

shilohramzi-uk:

An eyebrow raised upon hearing the name the man seemed to give to the thing that had made the strange noise. Things made even less sense to Shiloh when they were suddenly joined by the shady and angry looking bloke, and his apparent feathered hostage. He began to place things together as he spoke to the police officer. It was seeming more likely that he actually was in fact, an officer, and that the creepy-looking man was the real lunatic. 

Bleeding Christ, what the hell have I got myself into? Shiloh wondered, and contemplated if either would notice if he quietly slipped away before he became too enthralled in whatever bizarre situation was going on here. His thoughts were interrupted by the mention of something about bashing a skull. That was when he noticed the others -members of some gang for butt-ugly large blokes dressed in black apparently- as well as the metal pipe, a little too late. Shiloh scrambled to move as he turned his head just in time to see the man holding it charge towards him, lifting it in the air. He probably would have been hit, had the other man not pulled him out of the way.

When the group began to close in on the two of them, Shiloh braced himself. He knew that they had weapons, and that he clearly did not. Perhaps the police officer had a gun? He could only hope so, as he prepared himself to do whatever he had to to defend himself. He watched as the officer managed to fight off one of them, and then another, holding him in a head lock. It took his mind a moment to process anything for before he was ordered to run. Shiloh looked around instead, wondering if it was worth jumping in to help the man, although he seemed well off on his own. He didn’t have much time to make up his mind before he saw something in the corner of his eye. One of the thugs, who hadn’t been shoved off, coming at him with whatever weapon was in his hands.

“Shit!” Shiloh yelled as he ducked out of the way, and ran past the attacker into the darkness of an alleyway. He kept on running, making turn down the blackened corridor, and then another. He nearly stumbled over foreign objects on the ground, as he could literally see nothing in front of him in the darkness. He could only hear his boots against the pavement and his own heart, racing inside his chest, and then a sudden clash of metal as he ran into something large blocking his path. Reaching out, he felt what seemed to be a chain linked fence. Unsure of how far the others were behind him, he started to climb, scrambling to find his footing and pull himself up and over.

“Oof!” he groaned as he slipped over and fell several feet, dropping to the ground and landing on his side, like a sack of potato. He lifted himself upright sitting against the fence and still struggling to catch his breath. He slowly let out a long sigh of relief, shutting his eyes. He didn’t see or hear anything else, which meant he must have managed to get away. “All this….over a damn bird. Are you fucking kidding me?” he said under his panting breaths. He thought about calling the police. Was that really necessary? Surly the officer would have called for back up by now. That was, unless he’d been clobbered to death already. He listened to see if he could hear sirens in the distance. Instead he heard footsteps echoing nearby. Shiloh’s eyes grew wide as he made a quick move to get off of the pavement, but not before he felt something near his hand and picked it up. A glass bottle of some sort. If nothing else, he could smash it and use it to defend himself.  “Who’s there!?” he called out, looking around through the darkness.

“Well, well constable,” the ringleader teased. “What will it be the life of your feathered friend or that civilian?” 

Rory balled his hand into a fist that he used to throw a punch at the last thugs nose, effectively stopping the thug in his tracks and forcing him to stop as he reeled from the tears of the broken nose.  Glaring at his foe, Rory pointed a finger at him, “It times like these you should be grateful I’m not an on-duty AFO” Rory shouted before taking off in the direction the two man had run off in. ‘Sorry Hercule, I’m going to need you to hang in there a little longer,’  he said to himself as he sped up his pace. 

Following the heavy boot prints on the ground, the off-duty officer heard the echoing of steps hitting the ground coming from a dark alley. Before going down the dark pathway, Rory pulled out his mobile phone and sent a text to all his police contacts with a map not having time to spare on typing a worded message. Grabbing whatever he could get his hand on, Rory took hold of the metallic lid of a trash can in the alley way.  

“Time to take out the trash!” the Scotsman quipped as he knocked the thug out with a whack to the head with the trash bin lid. The man fell forward giving Rory a view of the person on the other side of the chain link fence. The officer quickly searched the thug for any weapons but only found a ripped piece of paper.   

“Hey you!, You can come out of hiding,” Rory called out to the man he had stopped earlier. “And put down that broken glass before you hurt yourself,” he warned. “This guy won’t be up for a few minutes, though if anyone asks, he tripped and fell on his own.” pushing his hair back in though, Rory let the man before him go. “You should be able to catch a bus just down the road, and best you forget what happened here. Now if you excuse me I’ve got some people to find, though I don’t have much to go on, all this guy had was a slip of paper with sime random numbers on it,” Rory held up the small slip briefly to the other man before putting the paper in his pocket. 

[rory-mcdougal-rp]

elene-dadiani:

The near-accident jolted Lenny back to the coffee shop reality.

“I’m so sorry,” she exclaimed and threw her device in the dark depths of her leather purse, “I promise, I am not one of those people, you know, who have their thumb basically attached to the home button. It’s just… I am a little on edge.” 

Lenny checked her blouse, thankfully, not a drop of coffee anywhere. “I’m good, no worries. 

“Couldn’t help hearing something about the world cup, excited for all the ties and fake injuries,” the man joked hoping to not make the woman more uneasy than she seemed to be if her distraction were any indication.  

Rory had been about to go into the topic of football when the person in the queue behind the woman cleared their throat idicating the man should move if he wasn’t in line. “Right, pardon. Well I should move out the way....maybe I’ll save you a seat,” he joked. 

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lauriealessi:

Laurie’s smile grew a little more genuine when he recognized the policeman from the other night. It was such a random interaction, but a good one. “I’m everywhere,” He laughed quietly. “You can never get rid of me no matter how much you want to.” Laurie had a habit of running into people he never thought he’d see again, which was how he had so many random friends. 

“Oh!” He sat up in surprise from the offer before nodding. “Yeah sure, mate. Thanks.” Laurie could never turn down a pastry, even when he was feeling like shite. Some cheese and sugar would do him good right about now.

“I’m not much of a writer,” Laurie admitted as he looked at his strewn papers and chicken scratch notes. “I’ve actually got a true crime podcast. These are just my notes. I do all the research and seduce London with my lovely voice,” He smirked. “Oi! You work in crime, you should listen or even do an interview. Do you see murders often?”

“True Crime Podcast? Sorry laddie, can’t say I've heard of it,” Rory replied honestly. Perhaps he should have instead lied and said he was a fan so as not to offend the man. Rory made a mental note to ask around the station, perhaps the younger officers were familiar with Laurie's work. Rory put his thoughts on hold when Laurie asked him if he had been witness to any murders.

“Unfortunate I’ve seen more than I would care too, if I’m being honest,” Rory replied scratching the back of his head as he gave an awkward laugh.. Being a police constable for over a decade Rory had been among those to first arrive at crime scenes. “Though if you want the real scoop you would be better off talking to someone from homicide or even narcotics, those drug lords can get pretty creative.” 

Taking a bite of one of the cheese pasty, he couldn’t help but inquire, “Why the interest in such things? Most people faint at even the mention of blood let alone the sight of a corpse,” he said holdin up one of the pictures on Laurie’s table.

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irish-derry:

“Jesus, Mary and Joseph,” cursed the waiter who had brought Derry a few napkins to wipe the blood off her knuckles when he saw the Sargeant inside the bar. He looked from him to Derry and bit his lip when he realized his boss was staring at the man. “Seems one finally got the balls to call the police,” he whispered to her, making her stare at him with a dangerous smile. “Don’t you have tables to serve, darling?” she asked and he quickly nodded and left before making her more angry. 

It wasn’t the first time Derry had to deal with the cops but it was usually because someone from outside called after seeing her kicking the drunk men outside the stablishment, not from the bar itself. The patrons, the ones who knew her from years, liked her too much to “betray” her like that.

Just like when she had been insulted a few minutes before, the crowd stood silent as the man walked, demanding to know who was in charge. “I am, Sargeant!” Derry answered form her place in the sofa. “I would ask what you’re doing here but there’s no point in playing games. You’re not here for pleasure, you’re here on business,” she said “Let’s skip the small talk and go straight to it, shall we? What do you want to know?” 

“I take it your in charge then,” the officer confirmed as he walked over to the area that seemed to be reserved solely for the woman. Rory couldn’t help but snicker to himself, he should have know his partner was messing with him. The constable had told the sergeant that the owner of the bar, was a six foot tall, heavyset man with scars all over and leather gear, The eye patch and hook hand should have tipped him off that the description was false. 

“I’m sergeant McDougal,” the man said holding out his badge to prove his identity and authority. “We had a call about a noise disturbance. Though it seems to have quieted down, but none the less I still have to write a report. I hope you understand.”

Despite the woman’s shorter stature, Rory knew better than most not to underestimate the bar’s owner, having had his ass handed to him plenty of times while at the the police academy by plenty of women. Nodding his head in the direction of the blood stain he asked “Would you mind explaining the blood stains on the floor?”

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Does Rory enjoy his job? Would he ever consider doing anything else with his life?

Rory loves being a Cop. Despite his immaturity and clumsiness, the man is an extremely capable police constable.  He admits that at times he has to play witness to some tragic and disturbing scenes but the high speed chases and catching bad makes the job worth it. 

Although Rory doesn’t plan on retiring from the Met, he has played around with the idea of publishing his comics. Rory always had a talent for drawing and making up stories so if he ever ends up behind a desk he might go into the cartooning business.