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bellyjcksn‌:

the sun was always too bright on sunday mornings. and monday mornings. and tuesday mornings.

but this was a thursday morning and belly could have sworn that she had woken up under fluorescent lights. what? did she have jaundice or something all of a sudden? her eyelids peeled open and she groaned, one hand immediately being used as a visor while the other pushed herself up. her fingers gripped into the plant’s little leaves and her arm felt shaky holding whatever weight she could hold up, belly’s squinting gaze relaxed, the sun blocked by a familiar officer. mouth muscles settled into a deep frown, arm buckling and belly laid back into the bushes. “hi, mom.”

belly snorted, both her hands over her face as if she were three again playing hide and seek. and hadn’t that been it all along? athena jackson, belly’s mother, had finally caught up with her daughter. “no i do not need help up,” she scoffed, her hands moving away from her face before scrambling to her feet. legs stepped onto the sidewalk while hands hushed to brush off any residue from the fucking ground. fingers snapped and then pulled into finger guns, smirking a little before a shaky, “-well it’s was lit seein’ you,” was let out while turning in the other direction.

There was this dark feeling in the pit of Athena’s stomach as the sun’s glare finally lifted off the barely conscious body. She’d be able to recognize every inch of her daughter in any circumstance so as soon as she was able to actually see the features of the girl, that dark feeling turned into her stomach dropping. A surge of adrenaline pumped through her, an overwhelming flurry of emotions from worry to guilt to anger began to take control. It took everything in her not to drop to her knees and pick her daughter up, it took everything in her to not fucking cry.

Instead of allowing any of this to show, the cop remained hard-faced and planted to the spot she’d stopped in. They had a complicated relationship, her and Belly. Their family had been through so much, and Athena hadn’t been around much because she was working to put food on the goddamn table. Kids didn’t see that though, they didn’t see the conversations between their Mothers and Fathers after they’d gone to bed. All they saw was how little they saw of their Mother, and how often they saw their Father off his face on whatever was cheapest to buy from his dealer that month. Then, to top it all off for Belly, her older brother died whilst she was in the most important, life-shaping years of her life.

But this? Oh, hell no. Athena was not going to stand by this. She had joined the force, she was making a difference and now it was time for her to step the fuck up for her daughter. To save her from turning down the same road JJ never returned from. “Excuse me?” Athena asked, brows coming down into a displeased furrow before rising back up again in disbelief. “Bellamy Ophelia Jackson, do not make me arrest your ass just so I can talk to my own goddamn daughter!” She threatened. Swallowing thickly, the cop let out a long sigh as she pushed her sunglasses up onto her head. “Please honey... Let me drive you home.”.

#c; belly

mariposa-v-lopez‌:

It was hardly the first time Mariposa had been pulled over for speeding- in fact, it was hardly the first time she’d been pulled over at all, but she wasn’t worried. She had a record, sure, but her list of offences was far, far shorter than it was in reality- perks of being hot, she almost always got out of the messes she got herself into. Or she simply didn’t get caught, she wasn’t some novice. She hadn’t been pulled over in Dayton for revving through the streets nearly 50 over the limit yet, so when the sirens finally started flashing behind her on her way home that night, she figured it was about time.

She didn’t even bother reaching for her licence or registration as she pulled over on the side of the street, waiting for the officer to walk out to her car- she sincerely doubted it’d get that far. Her window was already rolled down by the time the officer got there, and Mariposa looked up, a practised line already on her lips- but then she stopped. When she saw the women on the other side, she pressed her lips together in displeasure- she didn’t remember many faces from her past, this one, unfortunately, was an exception. “The fuck are you doing here?”

@theathenajackson

She was on her way back to the station after finishing up at the hospital. Athena, whilst hardened and to the book, was the kind of Police Officer that genuinely wanted to help people turn their lives around. That’s why she took on the secondary duties of taking on probationary offenders. She had a few, as all Officer’s experience, that would never change. She had a few that would talk the talk, but never walk the walk, and then she had the few that really realized the fucked up nature of the life of crime. The ones who made her so fucking proud to wear the badge. Even with the few that would never change, Athena never gave up. Miracles did happen, that much she still believed in. But, today, her last visit had been walking in on a table covered in crack and her client covered in his own vomit. He was one of those she thought were beginning to walk the walk as well, so the discovery hit extra hard.

So, of course, when the sports car whipped past the junction she was waiting at Athena wasn’t in the mood to play around. She pulled out of the junction, foot slammed on the gas to catch up, hand reaching above her head to flick on the sirens. “DTCW, this is 1 Alpha Hotel, I’m in pursuit of an excessive speeder. No backup necessary right now seems the suspect has wisely chosen to pull over, be advised,” Athena spoke into her radio as she came up behind the car, reading back the numberplate to base before stepping out of the squad car and walking up to the window which was already rolled down and... Jesus fucking Christ, could this day get any worse?

“It’s a pleasure to see you again too, Miss Lopez,” the cop cocked her head to one side, features screaming out the mutual distaste they had for one another. “License and registration.”. Athena didn’t so much as ask, but demand, hand outstretched for the documentation. “And as for your question, I’ve been sergeant here eighteen months,” she tapped the badge on her chest. “Now, considering this is the first time our paths have crossed in that amount of time, I’m gonna assume you’re just flying through town, ‘cause I sure as hell know they that ain’t crossed because you’ve been abidin’ by the law.”.

#c; mariposa

realalecchance‌:

He groaned as the boot nudged his leg, pulling him out of his sleep. “Five more minutes,” he whined before his eyes fluttered open to see who was standing over him. Alec loved a good party. He always believed that if you could remember a party, they you weren’t doing it right. So sure, maybe he went a little hard last night, maybe he didn’t make it all the way home. But what he didn’t expect was to be woken up by a cop after he passed out in a bush. Almost as surprising was to see a cop in Dayton actually doing their job. In fact, Alec wasn’t even sure he had ever seen a cop in town in the year he had been there. At least not one that wasn’t on their way to a party and they were in fact just a stripper in a cop costume. He had almost forgotten that laws do exist. He shot up when his brain finally put the pieces together. “I- I- um, where am I? This isn’t my apartment, silly me!” he tried to play it cool but was sure he was failing miserably.

When the green-haired boy whined out five more minutes, Athena let out one of the loudest sighs as she brought her arm back to her body to cross over the other. The boy seemed far too innocent to be dead-ass unconscious in a bush. Despite being surrounded by addicts and alcoholics her whole life, she still to this day did not understand the interest in getting to this point. His sudden movement to stagger up to his feet would have alarmed most people, but not Athena. She stood strong where she was, brows raised waiting for whatever bullshit excuse was about to come. “No, this is not your apartment, honey,” she replied slowly, her voice purposefully not loud seeing as he looked like he was the type to startle easily. “You feeling good?” The cop asked with genuine interest. “I’m gonna have to breathalyze you, seeing as you smell like W&W Brewery. You got ID?”

#c; alec

claudiafern96‌:

The last thing Claudia could remember was dancing with the most beautiful girl besides herself she had ever seen at TC&BH. It had been a wild night, that had started with a heavy pregame at her apartment, including plenty of shots, bongs rips, and a few hits of her favorite stimulant. She felt so free. She could feel the bass of the music in her heart, but now…her head. She could feel her head thumping like the bass was last night.

“Uhh…” she moaned a little bit as she slowly started to come to. She could feel the dryness in her mouth, and how heavy her muscles felt. Something she didn’t feel…her bed. Where was she? The floor? Had she missed her bed? Fuck, no it wasn’t the floor. She was in pain. Shit, shit, shit. She was outside in a fucking bush. She felt a stiff nudge with a foot at her lower half. Please don’t be a cop, please don’t be a cop, she prayed. She rolled over slightly. Fuck, it was a cop. Suddenly, the cocaine in her back pocket was practically shouting. Claudia panicked and struggled to claw her way out of the bush until she fell on the grass next to the officer. “Morning…” Claudia moaned, looking up at the officer. “I-I can get up.” she said, not budging from her spot on the ground, hoping the cop would just be on her way. Didn’t she have like crime to worry about?

Helping someone out of a bush really should be a novelty. It should be one of those once or twice in a lifetime situations where you could look back and laugh. But, as a cop in Dayton that actually went on their beats and served the town, it was a fucking weekly occurrence, and quite frankly, Athena’s coffee hadn’t set in enough for her to make light of yet another bush-dweller. “Morning,” she repeated with raised brows, leaving her arm outstretched for the other to use because like hell was she going to walk on by leaving this woman on the floor of Dayton’s park. “You got a name?” She asked as she glanced around, always keeping an eye on her surroundings. “I’m gonna need you to get on your feet, can’t go on with my day leaving young women laying around in bushes for some predator to find. Funnily enough, we don’t work that way.” Athena said as she locked eyes and saw the guilty tint they had to them. “Do you have anything on you that you shouldn’t have?”

#c; claudia

bycelebratxn‌:

Ari woke up in strange places all the time. He liked to party and like chasing thrills even more. He was a charismatic bohemian and that came off extremely flirty and generally aloof most of the time. “Can’t blame a guy for trying, right?” Hands patted his chest, his jacket pockets, front pockets and finally the back pockets. Success! He found his cigarette pack and tapped one out and pursed it between his lips. Back to patting his pockets all over again to find a lighter. “You wouldn’t have a lighter by chance, would you?”

A deep breath in. It was surprising how much a good, deep inhale was able to deescalate a situation. She made a mental note to never decide to take a new route again; she’d store it in the pile of other mental notes she’s made recently and then completely ignored when the same situation re-arose. “Honey, are you listening to a word I’m saying? I just asked you at least three questions of which you’ve completely ignored and now you’re continuing to ruin my morning with this performance which, need I remind you is coming after I just helped your ass out of a bush,” Athena rose her brows at Ari, lips pursed for a moment for good measure. The way he was acting gave her suspicion, for someone she’d just pulled from shrubbery he was awfully chirpy. “I’m gonna need a name before I give you that light. And don’t you even think about giving me a fake one.”.

#c; ari

averychopraismss‌:

Honestly, she thought her eyes were playing on her at first. A Dayton cop? Actually doing their job? She wondered if she hit her head or something and this was all a fragment of her imagination. Recognizing who the passed out partygoer was, she sighed softly and headed over. “Tom, you know that you’re supposed to call Rhia in case you go out,” she scolded softly, causing the man to lazily smile and shrug in a ‘What can I say?’ sort of way. Sighing and shaking her head, she looked over at Athena and smiled softly. “I know this man. We use to work together at Rainbow Planet and I’m friends with the owner, Rhia. He does this often- even though we’ve constantly made plans for this to stop being an occurring thing.” Avery went to stare at Tom pointedly, before she realized he fell back asleep. Groaning a little, she rubbed her forehead. “I can call Rhia to come pick him up. She’s sort of his surrogate mom and would like to make sure that he’s okay.”

When her offer to help the man up was met with nothing but a grunt, her outstretched arm returned to meet her other as they crossed over her chest. “If you don’t get yourself up in the next thirty seconds, I am going to have to call you an ambulance and if you don’t have insurance I can not imagine that shit is going to be cheap, so let’s get at it,” she spoke to the man who seemed to be only able to communicate back by way of primal noises. Her eyebrow rose as the voice of another woman approached her. Athena turned her head and uncrossed her arms, taking her sunglasses off and hanging them from her vest. “This is a reoccurring thing?” She asked the seemingly helpful newcomer. “If you know someone happy to come pick his ass up and take him home, then, by all means, spare him a day recovering down the station ‘cause evidently that’s where he’s going to end up otherwise.”. Athena shook her head as he began snoring again. “I do not get this town sometimes-- that can not be comfortable.”.

#c; avery

bycelebratxn‌:

Ari had a great night. If the day after wasn’t rough, then the party wasn’t badass enough. Ari’s motto for life, basically, ‘Go hard, or go home’. Sometimes, those things were strictly mutually exclusive. Sometimes he just didn’t make it home. Those were interesting mornings to say the least. It was one of those mornings now and he had ended up in the bush at the park. A cop was standing over him and he had to wonder why she cared. Sure, there were cops in Dayton but most were either on the take or didn’t give two shits.

He blinked up at her, once he gathered enough willpower to roll over. “Awesome night, actually. I’d love a hand, Officer, but is that you asking to frisk me?” He wasn’t necessarily flirting, but he was generally a fuck-boy. He felt around beside him and found his sunglasses. He put them on, the sun already a little brighter than he preferred. “Shit, it’s bright.” He got up with her assistance. “Thanks.”

Athena didn’t understand the appeal in getting so wasted that you landed in this situation. 8am, head-down, blacked out, in a bush with a cop standing over you judging your life-choices. Sure, she loved a glass of wine as much as the next person, and yes, she had smoked a blunt or two back in her youth but this? This was a waste of time and money, in her opinion. “Flattery will get you nowhere, kid. You even remember how you got here? Or, should I ask, do you even know where you are?” She sighed as she pulled the young man up to his feet, shaking her head at him. Pulling her notepad out of her pocket, she rose her eyebrows. “Mmmhm, that would be the sweet ass California sun. You got a name, or are you going to humor me by tryin’ to talk your way out of a warning?” Athena asked with a pen in hand and a chuckle. “’Cause I’m telling you now ain’t no smooth words gonna be your friend this morning.”.

#c; ari

Being on the early shift was really a catch-22. Getting up early had never been too much of a burden for Athena, so that wasn’t an issue plus there was always coffee. But, the mundaneness of the early shift was brutal. A place like Dayton was like a ghost town between the hours of 7 and 11am, the only activity was people heading to work or heading home. She’d decided to take the scenic beat through the park today, trying to find some enjoyment by the birdsong and California sun that beat down on her neck. Although, she regretted her decision as she spotted some partygoer facedown, blacked out, feet sticking out of the bush. If it wasn’t for the snoring, she’d of approached with the caution of finding a dead body.

She sighed as she stood over them, her boot gently nudging their legs as her body shielded them from the sun. “Morning sweetheart. I see someone had a good night. Time to go home, up and at ‘em,” Athena couldn’t help but chuckle. “You need a hand up?”

#reallife.start

Sergeant Athena Jackson

Hey is that [ANGELA BASSETT]? No, that’s just [ATHENA JACKSON]. They’re [FORTY FOUR], and have spent [EIGHTEEN MONTHS] in Dayton. I hear that they’re kind of [APPROACHABLE], but also [SKEPTICAL]. Did you hear their vices are [JUSTICE & COFFEE]? Can’t wait to see [SHE/HER] at the next party!