too sober for this.

:: || There's a NEW CAT in town, he's got high paid friends. Thinks he's gonna change history. You think you know him so well, yeah you think he's so swell. But he's just PERPETUATIN' PROPHECHY +++ || :: ________________ ϟ "G'day mate. this is Reef Hamilton speaking." ϟ [ toshi city / inazuma 11 ]

[sweetsixshooter]

        “I don’t care if I’m a misfit. I’d like that better than the hipster bullshit.”

[grandkinq]

“The marketplace,” he drawls back, only telling the truth. He’d been there earlier this morning and found the wallet teetering on the very edge of grey pavement, probably kicked there unknowingly by the dozens of feet passing by. He’d checked for any identification himself, but came up with nothing—inside were only a few cheap bills and a blurry picture of a dog. Nothing very discerning, to be honest. No choice but to head to the police and turn it in.

The prospect of being put in jail, however, throws him off balance a tad bit. “Ehhh? How cruel, officer-chan! You can search me yourself, I haven’t taken anything.”

[sweetsixshooter]

        How amusing it always was to pester a client before actually getting to help them. It made the side of his lips crack into a Cheshire smirk, but he held back the further increasing desire to grin. Could this guy understand that he was just being messed with? Sometime's Reef thought he was the only one left with a sense of humor, because others took literally everything he said so seriously. Maybe because Reef's sense of humor was a bit morbid and insulting, but it's not like the Aussie would ever come to admit that freely.

         "No thanks, I'd like to keep my hands to myself." He stood up then and collected the item, placing it within one of the drawers before he glanced back at the other male. "Thank you, however, for turning it in. We'll see to it that it's owner is found and what not. Before you leave, can I ask you to tell me your name and apartment number? Would probably benefit you if I knew who to give credit to for finding this shuck-faced item."

[alek-hausen]

Alek raises an eyebrow at his brother "Do you really think I will tell you? Well I won’t" He says, taking a step back and regaining composure.He is about to talking again when Reef grumbles and then it’s time to listen, he listens.

He inhales sharply and exhales, closing his eyes while listening to his brother, trying to not interrupt or argument. He understands why the other left the old city, an opportunity is a great to escape of the family business, Alek understands and even agrees that he would do the same in his place yet he does not see that coming.

"Away from me?" He repeats in a tone of indignation in his voice which is followed by a bitter laugh. He is more than used to Reef’s behavior, but he can’t help it "From me? Your last living relative!?" His tone rises without he realizes it "Really mean from your part, but… you’ll keep failing on that, Hamilton" Alek says and cracks a smirk "Because I’m staying on town"

[sweetsixshooter]

         His expression resumes back to being somewhat bored, phlegmatic as he notices the shock slowly powder against Alek's expression. Quite noticeably, that was what he was expecting from his brother. Hopefully Alek took him seriously, because he meant it to the core. He folded his arms, a sort of quiet glare pasted upon those pair of dark green eyes as he was reminded about the fact that his only family was Aleksander Hausen. Slowly, he grit his teeth. "Your point?"

             The lime greenette manages to roll his eyes at the other male just in time to stick out a groan, almost tempted to cover up his ears. "Yeah, yeah! Heard it the first time from your shuck-face! Now slim it, will you? By gosh, you're noisy as fuck. Shanks like you need a fucking muzzle."

      He waved his hand idly then as he gestured towards his apartment, but halted the second those two words drifted out of his brother's lips. His skin seemed to freeze right there and then, but only after his icy, green gems of optics met back with the other man. "What did you just say?"

[alek-hausen]

Narrow his eyes "You’re kidding—" Close his eyes and sighs "Okay, okay" Crosses his arms and lets them hangs on the sides of his body, he makes a pained face before answering "One of your friends told me when I went to see you in your old office" Leads up a hand to the neck and rests it there, averting his gaze “He told me that you had moved and—” 

Suddenly takes his hands from his neck and points a finger toward his brother “Without telling me!” He says taking a step forward, scowling “How could you, Reef? I got worried, Dummkopf!” 

[sweetsixshooter]

    His brow notches upwards, and he cants his head to the side while folding his arms. What the shit was this guy blabbering about? Then again, he couldn't say much. He hadn't exactly devoted his life to blending in with modern culture so much.

                 "Oh, and which previous friend could this be of mine? Time I chop their bloody head off," he says apathetically. Then he frowns, a groan reeling out when his brother halts right in front of him with an infuriated expression. A sweat breaks down from Reef then, as he attempts to step back and raise his hands against his brother in defence.

         "Calm you knickers, you turd," a grumble, before he shoves his way past his brother and towards the car. "I just moved outta' Raimon to hear. Better job, better place. Away from hunting, for all I care. Away from you too brother, but awh, I keep failing."

[alek-hausen]

"Why should I stop? You don’t want people know that you have such a handsome big brother like me?" The older greenhead says, smirking with the corner of his mouth "Ah, it was pretty easy… You updated your status on facebook some days ago and your current location showed up on my screen"  He raises his eyebrows and the smirk on his face widens "Such a slip-up, little brother" 

[sweetsixshooter]

    "Yeah, but what's a facebook?" He isn't buying this rubbish.

[grandkinq]

He’d never been in the police department before—and for good reason, too; Oikawa was most definitely a law-abiding citizen, what do you know. In this case, however, he’d just so happened to pick up a wallet off the streets and, after looking inside (to check for identification, of course!), decided to turn it in. 

Upon meeting the only supervising attendant at the desk, he can’t help but play around a bit. “Hello there, officer!’ A charming grin. “I’m here to turn myself in on the account of being too handsome~☆” 

There’s a slight pause. “Just kidding, ehe~” He slides over a brown leather wallet, smile still in place. “This needed turning in, you see.”

[sweetsixshooter]

             Reef's face and stare was hard and phlegmatic as he saw a cheery face step in, and immediately, he knew this guy was going to tick him off before he even stated his business. Nevertheless, the officer kept his expression ice and cold, eyes bored and bemused at the comment he heard. He narrowed his optics at the passing male, and for a split second, contemplating tossing him into jail.

       "R... ight." He took a hold of the item and then scanned over it, searching inside to see for ID cards or any fragment of evidence of who it could belong to. "You found this where, exactly?"

         A teasing smirk then, "May I really should toss you in behind the bars. How do I know you didn't steal something yourself?"

[alek-hausen]

He snorts, crossing arms over his chest ”Someone need to keep an eye on you, little brother.”

[sweetsixshooter]

       "Stop calling me little brother," he snaps, then nervously folds his arms. "But jokes aside mate, how the hell did you manage to find me this time..."

[sweetsixshooter]

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[sweetsixshooter]

+ alek-hausen +

     "A-Alek?" he falters, "What are you doing here -- "

[sweetsixshooter]

+ halcyonhime, ringenious, grandkinq, 

             sunshine-storm, mukanshinmistre, eskababa +

          Another day at the police department, though not quite as hectic as yesterday. The main officer sat at his desk, idly playing with a small plastic ball before he heard the door open with a small, soft chime, followed by the ting of a bell. He sat forward and tipped his barret cap upwards, his camo shirt straightened. He glanced up at the new client and sighed -- ah, and it was afternoon.

               "How can I help you?"

[sweetsixshooter]

+ etanaruburizado 

     Reef had been idly walking around in the streets of Toshi City, and due to being a new comer, he wasn't all too familiar with the favorited spots or the common one's. He figured it wouldn't hurt to socialize a little, even though he prefered to stay at home where silence rested. Being the new head officer here, however, he had to make sure what this City was all about so he could manage the police department better.

             The young lad had taken a slow turn, but had ended up bumping into a figure he didn't recognize. He stifled a grunt, eyes blinking with irk but he willed himself to stay composed. His golden eyes met with... an almost identical pair of the same coloured hues as well. Puzzled at first, though after seeing familiarity in his face, Reef unintentionally blurted out; "S--Shirou Fubuki?"

       Then his face contorted, like he was reconsidering. This wasn't Shirou, but he looked so alike.... he knew he wanted to say something else, like an apology maybe, or a watch where you're going skunk, but all that came out was an awkward, "Uh..."

[twintailed-dragon-deactivated20]

Woah, who was this kid? Just coming up to him like that, talking like he knew what was going on in his life?? Weird…

“Nothing is bothering me…”

[sweetsixshooter]

         Was this scum going through a hang over or was he naturally retarded? Reef couldn't decide. His brow touched down with clear infuriation bubbling in him, yet he still tried to remain composed through gritted teeth.

    "Then why are you in the police department, sir," he hissed. "Wake up, please." The 23 year old fixated his eyes on him once more, scanning his features. "I don't have time to waste as of now, so I won't be tolerating fatuous visits like this. What's your name, anyways?"

[sweetsixshooter]

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[sweetsixshooter]

+ twintailed-dragon | gooduntilthelastdrop | dramatiique |                          citywanderingsoul | purejustice +

          "Will you please calm down," he mutters impatiently, a headache already dissolving into his skull like a second skin and have him feeling like he would retch out of irritation. The police department was especially noisy today for the main officer, as he sighed out with exhaustion. 

 Sometimes people panicked too much, sometimes they shouted, but sometimes --

                 "Who is bothering you? I will not be able to comprehend what you're saying if you don't speak calmly with me, mate."

[nasechan]

Wow! This guy was so rude! Hiroomi was pretty certain that the police were supposed to make you feel comfortable, but maybe that was just back in his home town where people were actually civilized. 

He had to concede, though. Leaving his hard drive on a desk in the library, still plugged in to one of the computers probably wasn’t the best idea in the world.

He sighed, staring down glumly. “It’s pink with ‘Onii-chan’ written in gold on the front - I had it custom made.” He smirked with slight pride for a moment, before he returned to the startling horror of his precious drive being taken so cruelly from him. “But I have no idea who took it, it could have been anyone in the library. They all looked pretty shady.” 

[sweetsixshooter]

       Reef might as well be emotionally constipated, because he hadn't come to give a shit for so long. The guy's facial expressions and mannerisms told him enough about what he must have been thinking, and that his preview of the main officer in town wasn't all too colorful. Which, to his amusement, kind of made him grin.

           He unfolded his legs and leaned forwards, crossed arms on the table now as he tipped his barret cap upwards. The grin had been knocked off his face for sure, replaced by a somewhat puzzled and somewhat repulsed grimace. Was this guy for real or was this some sort of prank --- "A pink... hard-drive. I'll be a little more optimistic here if you tell me that it does not belong to you, please."

            Shady people, Reef thought. I should tell him he's one too.

   "Alright, I'll have my men out for a search for it. May I ask for your name and apartment? That way, if it ends up in my hands, I'll return it to you as quick as possible." Obnoxious officer or not, he was still serious with his clients when it came to helping them and getting his job done. 

[bukotsuna-deactivated20140416]

Realizing that she had put the paper too close to the police officer’s face, she frowns and backs away a few feet, laying the paper down on the counter. “I’m sorry, um…” Tsumiki mouths and then trails off, looking around. After a few seconds, her eyes return back to the policeman as she clasps her hands tightly. That first-aid kit was like her lifeline, man. She had had that first-aid kit from ever since she was a child, which was a clear indicator that it was rather important to her.

"My name is Mikan Tsumiki." She would write her responses on paper, if she hadn’t forgotten to get a pencil and some more sheets of paper from her apartment…In fact, she had thought that it would be a in-and-out thing, but it clearly wasn’t going to be like that.

[sweetsixshooter]

        He didn't know why he felt like being more soft towards this client than the rest. Maybe it was because she was in a heap of panic and couldn't speak. Honestly, Reef was brutally blunt and sarcastic, not much of a person anyone would want around due to his moody attitude. Yet again, he didn't speak further with the girl, and could barely make out what she was trying to say. Either way, he pulled out a notebook and a pen, then spoke quietly, "Write here what you will. I need your name and apartment."

         The second security guard came in and handed Reef what looked to be a little aid kit, and he assumed it belonged to the this girl right here. "Before I hand it over to you, I need to make sure it is yours. Would you mind writing down what contents it contains?"

[nasechan]

Oh great, a guy with an ugly hat. Just what any police department needed. Hiroomi scowled, hating that this was the person he had to ask for help. But help was something he desperately needed right now and he scratched his nose and sighed.

"Excuse me, officer," He began, attempting to keep a surly tone at bay in spite of the gross monstrosity atop the grassy mound of the man’s head. "I think… I think my hard-drive has been stolen." 

[sweetsixshooter]

          Great, another shitstain with an ugly face. Just what Reef needed right now.

      The male perked up an eyebrow, his cheek resting against his closed fist while one of his legs rested over the other to indicate his boredom. He scanned the other boy head to toe, wondering if he was a gypsy or a hippie-wanna-be -- or both.

           His golden eyes flickered then with a hint of irritation, but he tried to pace his patience. "Well, you probably did a shitty job of taking care of it," a scoff, then an exasperated sigh. "What does it look like? And more importantly, who do you suspect stole it?"