Post by jaimie lukas laird on Feb 15, 2010 6:42:13 GMT -5
l a i r d , J A I M I E
POLICE DEPARTMENT , 21 , UNDERCOVER OFFICER
Luke Worrall
SO WHAT IS YOUR FULL NAME AND YOUR NICKNAMES?
"My full name is Jaimie Lukas Laird. I'm most often called Jay or Laird. If you call me by my real first name, I might not respond."
WHEN IS YOUR BIRTHDAY?
"My birthday falls on the eve of December Fifteenth."
DO YOU HAVE ANY LIKES AND HATES?
"My favorite thing to do, over anything else, is play piano. It's mostly because of my English roots, and my family was well off, even when I was younger. I also like to smoke. Cigarettes are my life. I started at a young age because they were 'cool' back then. I don't support smoking, but it's hard to quit once you've started. I also like sleeping but I have a bad case of insomnia, diagnosed by a doctor and everything. I rarely get to sleep, but when I do, it's usually for eighteen hour periods. I like hanging around, be it with my friends, or just by myself. I don't really like fast paced things. Also, electronics are my life. If I'm not online, I'll be talking away on my cell phone.
I hate druggies. They get on my nerves, and to me, they seem a little desperate to end their lives. They're always too stupid to understand that overdosing is too easy. Then again, I might be biased. My younger brother overdosed when he was eighteen. I don't like Mobs. Yes, that means I fight against the de Costa and Kennedy Organizations. I've been trying to get a job to infiltrate one or the other, but so far, the okay hasn't been given, and I'm not one to go against my superiors. Chances are, if you're uptight I won't like you. I tend to be someone who goes with the flow, so if you're bouncing all over the place, we won't get along. Then again, if you are, we might just balance each other out. I also hate cats. Not only am I allergic, but the little assholes are turncoats. One moment they're loving you because you're petting them, and then they're attacking the shit out of your hand. Lastly, I hate liars. While I'm one for a living, those who lie to me, just piss me off. If it's not dealing with work, I'd never lie to anyone."
DO YOU HAVE ANY SECRETS YOU CAN DIVULGE?
"Well, I used to do drugs until my brother's death scared me away from them. I also once almost joined the de Costa Organization, until my father forced me out of it."
WHO DO YOU WORK FOR?
"I work as an undercover cop for the Police Department. From big jobs, to small busts, I work cases. Sometimes there's a lag in the need for under covers, so I do small jobs in regular police work."
WHAT'S YOUR MARITAL STATUS?
"I am, and probably always be, single. But who knows?"
TELL US A BIT ABOUT YOUR FAMILY.
"My father and mother are both from England, and were prim and proper. They had three children, myself being the eldest, my brother, who died overdosing, and my sister, the youngest out of all of us, who is still living in England with my parents, and a young sixteen years old."
WHERE DO YOU COME FROM?
"London, England"
OK NOW IF YOU ARE IMPORTANT PLEASE TELL US ABOUT YOURSELF AND YOUR HISTORY?
"Only blank for now."
SO WHAT ABOUT THE PUPPETEER?
"Her name is Raven. She's seventeen and has been roleplaying for eight years, on proboards for seven years."
NOW DOES YOUR PUPPETEER HAVE ALL THE SKILLS?
"He flicked the cigarette to the ground, smashing it with his foot to put out any embers that were still left. His eyes lingered on it for a while, before raising his gaze to the person he was supposed to be watching. Wasn’t this called stalking? Well, surely if it was for his job, it was fine. It wasn’t like he was planning on harming the person, anyways. He was just going to observe their habits and such, to determine if they were in one of the Mob’s. They had gotten a hint from someone over the phone, though they weren’t sure if it was legit or not.
The person began to speed up, and turned a corner rather sharply. Did they realize that he was tailing them, or was it something else? He sped up as well, his eyes lingering on the place where the person disappeared. However, when he turned the corner, they weren’t there. He had lost them in the crowed. Oh yeah, they totally realized that he was following them, and found a way to lose him. How was he supposed to explain this to his boss?
“Well shit. He’s going to kill me. He’s going to absolutely fucking kill me.” Jay muttered, slamming his fist on the building’s outer wall in frustration. He was screwed. The last thing he was supposed to do was lose this guy, and now that he had done that, he basically sealed his own death sentence. Did he think for a moment that his boss wouldn’t go to jail for murder over this? He was so dead.
He began to walk back, his face falling into a grim expression. Why had he lost this guy, of all people? This was the biggest case he had done in a while, and he had managed to screw it up. He wasn’t going to be going on any cases for a while. Well, at least not solo cases. Even partner cases would only come about if he wasn’t going to be murdered by his own boss. Then again, what did he expect? Candy and flowers? A pat on the back?
“Well, that’s it. I’m going to die.” He said as he pushed open the doors to the Police Station, ready to accept his fate.
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