Disturber of the Peace | Shocking
Arthur was slowly starting to get used to the role that he had been given. He had never fully realized exactly how much Woodrow Pride had to deal with when he was in this position. Sure, he had assumed the man had more work than the regular officer, but he hadn’t really registered just how many complaints and incidents and reports he would have to sift through.
It had only been a short time but Arthur was already a little tired. Nice as it was to have a secretary fielding his calls, he still felt as if he ought to be looking at everything that was out there. Which was why he was looking at a large pile of complaints and grievances despite the secretary being right there.
“Sheriff Pendragon, do you not want me to do my job?” The woman complained, and he did at least have the gall to look a little sheepish. “I apologize. I mean no offense with your efforts. I just feel that I should be doing more.” It had been quiet lately, but he still hadn’t figured out where that boy Sora’s money had disappeared (though it was rather a lost cause), and then there were issues with trying to get new hires. Arthur really ought to reach out to the high sheriff at some point. Maybe he’d make a note to himself to do that in the next few days.
“Alright. Here’s one that’s a little more persistent than the others. Perhaps you ought to try that,” the secretary pulled up a little slip of paper with the person’s details and just what had been going on. “Evidently some young lady’s been causing a lot of disruption near Mrs. Tweed’s place. She hopes you’ll take a look this evening while you’re on patrol.”
Arthur hummed, getting to his feet and started collecting his gear. Handcuffs, baton, everything he might need for a patrol around Swynlake. It didn’t take very long. “I guess I’ll be sure to stop by there first. Thank you.” He smiled at the secretary, and thankfully managed to get a smile back from her before the woman shooed him out of the station.
One of the best parts about patrolling was being able to Swynlake at different points in the day and appreciate the outdoors a little before he was called upon to support the town’s citizens. He had been cooped up in the office there for a bit too long recently, so the breath of fresh air was truly incredible. Arthur took a deep breath in and let it out again before he even began in the direction of Mrs. Tweed’s. There were all kinds of young people that liked to stir up a little bit of trouble, though it didn’t sound like it was anything too extreme.
As a courtesy, he went to Mrs. Tweed’s door first, knocking and making sure she knew that he was there and on the case. “Please Sheriff, I’ve had quite enough of the racket and fiddle faddle. Sometimes it sounds as if there are explosives out there. Explosives! Can you imagine?” Anthony nodded seriously, carefully scanning the area in question for any sign of a girl in question. “I’ll take care of it. Don’t worry madam. This should be the last time you hear someone pull a stunt like that.” That was the goal anyway. As long as the disruptive individual turned up at least.
Arthur stepped away from Mrs. Tweed’s doorstep, turning in the direction that the old woman had pointed him toward. It was strange really to see this sort of complaint come up again. But he had recently had to bring Waldo in again for a similar sort of concern, so perhaps it was just that time of year. In any case, it took Arthur a long moment until he was able to even spot the person that this complaint was about. But she fit the vague description he’d been given. That was something.
He let out a small sigh before he steeled himself, shoulders rolling back and his posture straightening as he made his way toward the young woman. “Hello. I have received several complaints from one of the homeowners here. You have been causing a ruckus, and reportedly a chance you have been setting something off in this neighborhood. While it is not illegal to shout on occasion, it is wrong to be so disruptive as to cause alarm for the inhabitants close by.”
