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Silver Town's loyal and slightly bored policeman, Arnold, at your service. PART OF HOPEFUL BEGINNINGS

[simple-policia]

"Excuse me, officer?" Amelia entered the office cautiously, unsure if she was allowed to just waltz in. "I hope I'm not intruding on official business, but is there a lost-and-found in here, perhaps?"

Arnold was falling asleep whilst leaning on the front desk. He hadn’t much to do that day especially, and the sudden visitation shook him from his dozing. He looked around, dazed. “Ahh! Ahah, ‘ey, ‘ey, I’m awake, yeah, uh… Lost and found?” 

He squinted at the stranger, whilst trying to make his voice sound more awake. “Yeah, we have a Lost and Found… right down… uhhh…” He searched under the desk, trying to find the cardboard box he’d placed underneath. He blinked a few times, hoping it was just the sleepiness he’d yet to shake off stopping him from seeing it clearly.

"Dang… what’ya lookin’ for, exactly?"

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Seeing how tense the other woman seemed, Arnold couldn’t help but feel like he’d shaken her faith in law enforcement.”Well, it’d be pretty sloppy a’ me to jus’ let you walk out all unsatisfied and such…” Arnold crossed his arms for a few moments, and tried to look like he was thinking of an alternative, even though he couldn’t really think of one from the start. 

"We could always have a good look together, I mean, if you got a good idea where it is! I ain’t got much going on here…" He glanced at the clock, and noted that if he didn’t actually leave he’d have to hauled up at the police station for a good long amount of time, and he felt the need for the distraction. "Yeah, ain’t much goin’ on here. I’m willin’ to give a hand. I mean, s’not like there’s gonna be a, I dunno, bank robbery any time soon, you feel? Haha." God, what a lame joke. You’re lame Arnold, and you know it. The lamest cop in town. Your jokes are so weak, no wonder this poor lady is looking at you so nervously! Your humour is making her lose faith! Arnold imagined a crowd throwing their beer bottles at him and telling him to get off the stage. The lamest cop in town…

"So uh… what’s this pendant look like?" He gave his best ‘please pretend I’m endearing’ smile.

[whimsicalnotion-blog]

Well, it didn’t seem like Harrison’s presence was causing any issues. Or perhaps it was Amelia’s own presence that counterbalanced it. She did look like quite the mousy thing. Hardly the type to threaten the peace with a shovel. Still, appearances could only do so much. As a vagabond archaeologist, she was well aware of how much she stood out in town. Making a good impression on the local law enforcement would probably act in her best interests in the long run. 

Plus, the officer himself looked like a nice guy, and searching around town with just an unusually quiet Harrison for company would be no fun at all.

"If you are able to leave your post," Amelia smiled and adjusted her glasses, relaxing a bit. "than I certainly wouldn’t be opposed to having another pair of eyes on the search! There is quite a bit of ground to cover, though. My dig site is just outside the forest, but I’m afraid I got all the way back to the inn before I noticed the pendant was gone." She sighed in frustration. "Lumbering lexicons, now that I think about it that is a lot of ground to cover. I never heard the pendant land, so it may still be in the grass near the forest. Oh, but then again I was so wrapped up in my own thoughts that if it did land and make some sort of noise I doubt I would’ve noticed it. A-anyway, it’s small and round and caked in dirt, but there’s enough uncovered where you can see its silver coloration along with a few patterns. I’ll be able to properly discern what it is once I’m able to clean it.”  

[simple-policia]

"Right… Uh, yeah, I’m able to leave my post! Yeah! Kinda. Sure."

Technically no, but Arnold wanted to blow this popsicle stand. 

"I’d suggest splittin’ up but, well, if it’s gettin’ dark in a few hours, I ain’t gonna go out lookin’ for it on my lonesome. I might get scared or summint, eheh." He gave a wink. Yeah, relax. Redeem yourself, man. Play it cool. You gotta win the townpeople’s hearts. Be the charmer you always wanted to be. “Nah, jus’ kidding, it’d be against my ethic. Ain’t gonna leave a citizen alone in the cold like that. Not to call you incapable, you look pretty smart, and with that shovel it looks like you could beat a man to death in self defence, if you needed to, haha. I jus’ gotta play it that textbook way.” He gave what he hoped was a friendly smile. Also play it safe man, you don’t want to look like some kinda playboy or anything, that’s just not your style. “You go on ahead and lead the way, I’ma be right behind you.”

As he finished his sentence, he grabbed his coat from the coat hooks behind him, pulled it on, and half walked, half jogged to the door. He opened it, and held it open for the lady, hoping he came off as the right amount of friendly and the right amount of authoritative. Like the cool science teacher you have that will kick your ass if you don’t stick to the books, but will respect you and let you drink cola in class instead of water.

"After you, ma’am."

[simple-policia]

"Excuse me, officer?" Amelia entered the office cautiously, unsure if she was allowed to just waltz in. "I hope I'm not intruding on official business, but is there a lost-and-found in here, perhaps?"

Arnold was falling asleep whilst leaning on the front desk. He hadn’t much to do that day especially, and the sudden visitation shook him from his dozing. He looked around, dazed. “Ahh! Ahah, ‘ey, ‘ey, I’m awake, yeah, uh… Lost and found?” 

He squinted at the stranger, whilst trying to make his voice sound more awake. “Yeah, we have a Lost and Found… right down… uhhh…” He searched under the desk, trying to find the cardboard box he’d placed underneath. He blinked a few times, hoping it was just the sleepiness he’d yet to shake off stopping him from seeing it clearly.

"Dang… what’ya lookin’ for, exactly?"

[whimsicalnotion-blog]

"It’s a pendant." Amelia replied. "Probably about one inch in diameter, I’d say. Small thing. It’s round, silver-colored and needs to be cleaned something awful. My friend Harrison and I uncovered it earlier this morning during our routine excavation. When I went to go appraise it in a more proper setting, however, I noticed that it had fallen out of a hole in my coat pocket along the way." The scholar sighed. "I’m hoping it’s here, as I’d rather not have to retrace my steps so late in the day. Of course, I can’t just leave a potentially rare artifact out in the wilds somewhere, either. Oh, what a conundrum." 

[simple-policia]

"Ah, so uh… lemme see… uh…" Damn, this wasn’t turning out professionally - where was the freaking Lost and Found box? He put it right there, under the assorted collection of flash lights that he’d found in the closet (he was sure one of them must work? And maybe he could set up some kind of light show when he got really bored? He hadn’t tested them yet or really thought it through properly but wait wait that was a plan for another day). Feeling slightly foolish, he stood up abruptly and nodded, smiling awkwardly. “One moment ma’am, haha, jus’ gotta check the room here, the office behind me, real quick, so uh, sit tight for a second, please, haha…” Stupid Arnold! What kind of police officer forgets where they put the damned lost property box?! He turned quickly into the office, and was so preoccupied with his own idiocy that he tripped right over said property box, which he had strategically placed away from where he had previously tripped over it. Fortunately he was truly the master of catching a trip, as instead of falling on his face, he landed on his hands and proceeded to do five push ups. He then stood up, grabbed the lost and found box, placed it on the counter, and without breaking a sweat, smiled and said, “Okay, here we go. Lemme see here…”

He looked through the small cardboard box with vigour, now trying to retain some dignity and actually look like a professional. There was little in the box, and there was no pendant to be found. Arnold felt his pride shrink a little. Now he just felt silly.

"I’m ‘fraid there ain’t a pendant to be found in here, ma’am. Though I’m sure I could give a good search for it, if you’d like? I ain’t got much to do around here, and if you could gimme your details, like, uh, name, address, whatcha do, and a description of the item I could surely look out for it, and ask others to do the same. Maybe even make a poster for it…" Maybe that was overcompensating, Arnold thought, but he’d already suggested it.

[whimsicalnotion-blog]

Even though all of the Academy business had been cleared up, Amelia still couldn’t help feeling a little anxious around law enforcement. When the officer she was speaking to went into the office in search of the lost items bin, she exhaled a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding and then turned her head to shoot an icy glare at Harrison.

"Couldn’t have informed me about the hole in my pocket, now could you?" She whispered through gritted teeth. "It’s on the exterior of the coat. You had a perfect view of it, and yet you said nothing the whole walk back. I don’t know what has you so tongue-tied these last few weeks, Harrison, but rest assured I will find out. Now, be on your best behavior while we’re here so we don’t find ourselves jettisoned from yet another town, oka-" Amelia suddenly stopped her quiet tirade. Her eyes widened, and her face blanched. She quickly glanced over her glasses and saw, with relief, that the officer had not yet returned. 

Lumbering lexicons, the addle-brained scholar had been so preoccupied with thoughts of the pendant that she had walked right into a police station — of all places — with Harrison still strapped to her coat! While the shovel seemed to have put aside his bad attitude — and, well, all attitude — for the time being, it didn’t change the fact that he was still a potential weapon! Oh, if Amelia hadn’t been walking on eggshells before, she certainly was now.   

When the officer returned with the box and began searching through it, Amelia put on her best, least-awkward smile and tried to push her blunt wood and sharp metal companion out of her mind. 

"I see…" Her shoulders and her disposition drooped when news of the pendant was negative. Today was shaping up quite wonderfully. "Oh, y-you don’t have to worry about searching for it." She assured the man. "It’s quite alright. I’m sure if I head back the way I came, I’ll stumble upon it. There’s still some time before the streetlights turn on, and this crisp evening air might do me some good." 

[simple-policia]

Seeing how tense the other woman seemed, Arnold couldn’t help but feel like he’d shaken her faith in law enforcement.”Well, it’d be pretty sloppy a’ me to jus’ let you walk out all unsatisfied and such…” Arnold crossed his arms for a few moments, and tried to look like he was thinking of an alternative, even though he couldn’t really think of one from the start. 

"We could always have a good look together, I mean, if you got a good idea where it is! I ain’t got much going on here…" He glanced at the clock, and noted that if he didn’t actually leave he’d have to hauled up at the police station for a good long amount of time, and he felt the need for the distraction. "Yeah, ain’t much goin’ on here. I’m willin’ to give a hand. I mean, s’not like there’s gonna be a, I dunno, bank robbery any time soon, you feel? Haha." God, what a lame joke. You’re lame Arnold, and you know it. The lamest cop in town. Your jokes are so weak, no wonder this poor lady is looking at you so nervously! Your humour is making her lose faith! Arnold imagined a crowd throwing their beer bottles at him and telling him to get off the stage. The lamest cop in town…

"So uh… what’s this pendant look like?" He gave his best ‘please pretend I’m endearing’ smile.

[simple-policia]

"Excuse me, officer?" Amelia entered the office cautiously, unsure if she was allowed to just waltz in. "I hope I'm not intruding on official business, but is there a lost-and-found in here, perhaps?"

Arnold was falling asleep whilst leaning on the front desk. He hadn’t much to do that day especially, and the sudden visitation shook him from his dozing. He looked around, dazed. “Ahh! Ahah, ‘ey, ‘ey, I’m awake, yeah, uh… Lost and found?” 

He squinted at the stranger, whilst trying to make his voice sound more awake. “Yeah, we have a Lost and Found… right down… uhhh…” He searched under the desk, trying to find the cardboard box he’d placed underneath. He blinked a few times, hoping it was just the sleepiness he’d yet to shake off stopping him from seeing it clearly.

"Dang… what’ya lookin’ for, exactly?"

[whimsicalnotion-blog]

"It’s a pendant." Amelia replied. "Probably about one inch in diameter, I’d say. Small thing. It’s round, silver-colored and needs to be cleaned something awful. My friend Harrison and I uncovered it earlier this morning during our routine excavation. When I went to go appraise it in a more proper setting, however, I noticed that it had fallen out of a hole in my coat pocket along the way." The scholar sighed. "I’m hoping it’s here, as I’d rather not have to retrace my steps so late in the day. Of course, I can’t just leave a potentially rare artifact out in the wilds somewhere, either. Oh, what a conundrum." 

[simple-policia]

"Ah, so uh... lemme see... uh..." Damn, this wasn't turning out professionally - where was the freaking Lost and Found box? He put it right there, under the assorted collection of flash lights that he'd found in the closet (he was sure one of them must work? And maybe he could set up some kind of light show when he got really bored? He hadn't tested them yet or really thought it through properly but wait wait that was a plan for another day). Feeling slightly foolish, he stood up abruptly and nodded, smiling awkwardly. "One moment ma'am, haha, jus' gotta check the room here, the office behind me, real quick, so uh, sit tight for a second, please, haha..." Stupid Arnold! What kind of police officer forgets where they put the damned lost property box?! He turned quickly into the office, and was so preoccupied with his own idiocy that he tripped right over said property box, which he had strategically placed away from where he had previously tripped over it. Fortunately he was truly the master of catching a trip, as instead of falling on his face, he landed on his hands and proceeded to do five push ups. He then stood up, grabbed the lost and found box, placed it on the counter, and without breaking a sweat, smiled and said, "Okay, here we go. Lemme see here..."

He looked through the small cardboard box with vigour, now trying to retain some dignity and actually look like a professional. There was little in the box, and there was no pendant to be found. Arnold felt his pride shrink a little. Now he just felt silly.

"I'm 'fraid there ain't a pendant to be found in here, ma'am. Though I'm sure I could give a good search for it, if you'd like? I ain't got much to do around here, and if you could gimme your details, like, uh, name, address, whatcha do, and a description of the item I could surely look out for it, and ask others to do the same. Maybe even make a poster for it..." Maybe that was overcompensating, Arnold thought, but he'd already suggested it.

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"Excuse me, officer?" Amelia entered the office cautiously, unsure if she was allowed to just waltz in. "I hope I'm not intruding on official business, but is there a lost-and-found in here, perhaps?"

Arnold was falling asleep whilst leaning on the front desk. He hadn't much to do that day especially, and the sudden visitation shook him from his dozing. He looked around, dazed. "Ahh! Ahah, 'ey, 'ey, I'm awake, yeah, uh... Lost and found?" 

He squinted at the stranger, whilst trying to make his voice sound more awake. "Yeah, we have a Lost and Found... right down... uhhh..." He searched under the desk, trying to find the cardboard box he'd placed underneath. He blinked a few times, hoping it was just the sleepiness he'd yet to shake off stopping him from seeing it clearly.

"Dang... what'ya lookin' for, exactly?"

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Making My Way Downtown ¦ (Open RP)

Arnold decided that morning that it seemed like a good day to have a look around the town, and make his very first round (which he found incredibly exciting). The air had a right chill to it, and he groaned internally as the cold bit at his lips and chapped them. 

With the light layer of snow crunching underfoot, he made his way towards the edge of town, thinking it best to walk from the forest-y parts to the market square, and around like that. The air was nice and fresh in the morning, and he could hear nothing much besides the sound of birds chirping. How could anything illegal happen in such a twee little place like Silver Town? Originally Arnold had felt rather worried about being the only official man of the law in town, but as he wandered around the forest walkway, he couldn't feel any more redundant in his role. Ah well, at least he was being paid for it. And it wasn't like he didn't take the job seriously, it was just so quiet here...

Maybe that was just the peaceful morning atmosphere, though.

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Settling In

Finally pushing the desk into a space he liked, Arnold stood up straight, stretched his lanky arms out wide, and nodded in content. He finally got everything in place! Yeah! Hell yeah! 

The old police station wasn’t anything to write home about, literally - it was somewhere between the most stereotypical police station imaginable, and a haunted house. After moving all his stuff into his new house in town, he’d taken to sorting out the office, and well… it was still nothing much, but he still felt somewhat accomplished. It looked cleaner, at least. And he’d shifted around the furniture like some kinda demented feng-shui expert to try and make the place feel less empty. Regardless, even if it was something short of cosy, he’d have to make do - it wasn’t going to be easy being the only policeman in this tiny town. Maybe he should write to get them to call someone else in…

"… Damn."

He fell into the chair behind the desk, and thought about his life here. He was gonna have to meet a lot of new people, and get to know them, like they do in little towns and stuff. Though that might just be on the TV. Most likely. It’s not like he’d ever lived in such a small place before, so it was all new. He decided it was best to feel confident about it, to be optimistic and just push forward with his head high. Yeah. He could totally do this.

He crossed his arms, and nodded again in satisfaction, before standing up and smiling to himself. Let’s do it!

"The law’s in town, baby!"

[assyrtiko-blog]

Boxes and boxes, piled outside the Police Office. Anything new was a sight in Silver Town- and if Sieffre didn’t want to die of boredom, he’d roam around for a good part of the day, hike through the forest a little- anything to ease boredom. So obviously, if something changed- well, how could you miss it?

Ugh, though….he wasn’t exactly on good terms with law enforcement or whatever. There was Leon, and that was enough of an explanation. But to get in trouble (maybe), or waste an hour doing something that would be at least a /little/ interesting. Whatever, he’d behave. He pushed aside some boxes, and pulled open the old door. Jeez, he’d never been in here before, it was fucking old and…actually, kinda dusty, too…

"Is there anyone in here?" Sieffre called out, looking around. If they weren’t, he’d just track them down. No loss to him- in fact, it sounded like a day fulfilled. Even if it was a little pointless.

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Arnold almost dropped the law books he was carrying on his foot as he heard a voice from towards the front, and he swore loudly whilst jumping around a little. For a split moment he thought his assumptions of the place being haunted by the ghost of a jilted inspector who was in love with a girl in town and had committed suicide because he was illegally wiring money to impress her with his wealth and he'd been found out by higher ups and the girl was engaged to some younger guy with more money and he thought he had nothing to live for so he haunted the station at sunset and -- wait, this was off track. Way off track. 

Digressing mentally, Arnold jogged to the front desk, opening the door and tripping over the lost property box that he'd strategically placed outside of the office so he wouldn't trip over it. His chin narrowly missed the desk, and he double-timed fast enough for him to recover as if it hadn't even happened. He leaned on the front desk like the smooth guy he was. Respect the law, kids.

The young man (Arnold thought it was a young man. It looked young-man shaped. Maybe he should turn the lights on) who had entered the station was a new face, not that nobody wasn't a new face, and Arnold casually raised a hand.

"How's it going?"

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Settling In

Finally pushing the desk into a space he liked, Arnold stood up straight, stretched his lanky arms out wide, and nodded in content. He finally got everything in place! Yeah! Hell yeah! 

The old police station wasn't anything to write home about, literally - it was somewhere between the most stereotypical police station imaginable, and a haunted house. After moving all his stuff into his new house in town, he'd taken to sorting out the office, and well... it was still nothing much, but he still felt somewhat accomplished. It looked cleaner, at least. And he'd shifted around the furniture like some kinda demented feng-shui expert to try and make the place feel less empty. Regardless, even if it was something short of cosy, he'd have to make do - it wasn't going to be easy being the only policeman in this tiny town. Maybe he should write to get them to call someone else in...

"... Damn."

He fell into the chair behind the desk, and thought about his life here. He was gonna have to meet a lot of new people, and get to know them, like they do in little towns and stuff. Though that might just be on the TV. Most likely. It's not like he'd ever lived in such a small place before, so it was all new. He decided it was best to feel confident about it, to be optimistic and just push forward with his head high. Yeah. He could totally do this.

He crossed his arms, and nodded again in satisfaction, before standing up and smiling to himself. Let's do it!

"The law's in town, baby!"