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                                 “I shall have to ask that you remove yourself from the grass, least you’d like me to write you a ticket.”

“Mechanical?“

“Nope! Flesh and blood! See!“ He said as he wiggled his fingers and twitched his nose. His tiny tail whipping around. 

“But I did hear of an old pizza place that supposedly has animatronics that are you know…….Haunted.”

A brow raised as she watched the creature ( mouse? ) move about. It appeared to be very real indeed, though she was quite confused as too how it was able to move about and such. For now though, she would entertain the other.

                                        “Haunted, you say? I would surely love to see such a place. Where might one find such a place as that?”

Her chin rested in the palm of her hands, one of her fingers tapping slightly on the side of her cheek.

     “An’ here I thought folks these days didn’t give a red rat’s ass ‘bout how a fella dressed himself. I mean, ‘specially comin’ from a gal such as yourself.” He tipped his head back and barked out a quick laugh. “Now I ain’t sayin’ that like it’s an insult or nothin’, I’m just sayin’ you ain’t dressed too normal yourself, there.”

                                             “Apologizes. I didn’t mean for it to offend in any way. It was mostly just curiosity.”

He made a fair point though. Having spent a decent amount of time in the city, it wasn’t hard for her to see that her style of clothing stood out more than others.

                                             “Everyone here has their own unique sense of fashion. The way they dress gives you a bit of information of what the world they came from is like, so I like to occasionally inquire about the fashion of others. You know, to get an idea of whether it’s the norm for their world, or just a preference choice.”

         Full charge was a wonderful blessing – as was a potential new high score! The gamer steamrolled her way through the streets with a portable system in tow, with humans and sheep alike forced to flee from her path. She came to a crashing halt, however, thanks to a certain someone. Brown hair swayed in the direction of the car, Hana’s gaze completely unfazed.

       “Yeah yeah yeah, thanks uhhh–” She glanced up for a split second, only for eyes to return right back to the glowing screen. “–Hat lady.”

Hat lady? The use of her old nickname caused her to click her tongue, a brief wave of disappointment washing over her upon realizing that that name followed her here. Granted this was her own doing, having elected to stick to her normal way of dressing as opposed to adopting a different style.

                                        “Caitlyn, actually. Not Hat lady.”

    Returning to the force had never been a foreseen future. His relationship to the law much like that of a nasty divorce. Not only was he placed in an unknown world, but that very world mocked him upon his arrival.

                    Police work. Not everyone was cut out for the job.

    Already he could tell that the particular regulations he was used to didn’t apply here. Her response to him was lax in a way that he could only assume was her attempt at small talk. (If only he knew the truth). An inner conflict brewed when it came to identifying himself. It was a good question, just exactly who was he?

    “Soldier 76… and you are?”

    That’s right he was no one special, simply another foot marcher.

Not much of a talker, she assumed as much from the start. Then again, what else would she expect from a man that seemed to prefer hiding his face as opposed to showing it? She wasn’t particularly bothered by his disinterest in conversation, though why the code name? If she had to guess she would say it was for the same reason that he had his face covered. Though curious, she knew that any attempt to get more information out of him about the matter would be met with resistance, so it was best to leave the issue for now.  Ah well, the sheriff was certain she’d uncover the truth eventually. After all, she could be very persuasive. At least he had the decency to ask for her name in return.

                             “My names Caitlyn, but you’re free to call me whatever you’d like.” The smirk on her face implied there was more too her words than just that, but it was all in good fun. Serious type or not, even he would not be spared from her teasing.

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         “I’m afraid I don’t have anymore details.” 

     Not that he expected her to let it go so easily, even he couldn’t deny the compromising situation, but it was exactly what it looked to be. No matter how long they’ve pressed with their queries, his story was consistent, forwards and backwards.

          “Does this happen quite often? I was under the impression this hotel offered the best security.”

The officer finished writing up his statement, clicking her tongue when she turned back to face him. Even when she had first arrived at the scene, she could tell that he knew nothing about the events that transpired. She had to admit, while relatively harmless, this was the first time she had ever come across something like this. It’s not everyday you get called down to investigate why it looked like someone was trying to turn a room into a beach, but here she was. Standing in a fairly large amount of sand that seemed to cover most of the floor.

                          “Well, considering I have more or less just arrived, I can’t say for certain whether this is a common occurrence or not.” she replied, taking a steps to the side and examined more of the room.

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The recent string of robberies was just the sort of thing to keep the sheriff going. Granted, they were small petty crimes, really not something to get that excited about, but anything was better than reprimanding people for minor traffic violations. Having just returned to her room, Caitlyn quickly removed her shirt, tossing it onto the bed, before grabbing hold of the case file that sat on a near by desk. The file was small and lacked sufficient detail but anything was better than nothing.

Shifting through the papers, her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a knock at her door. Without giving it much thought, she walked towards the door, case file still in hand. When the door was opened, she was greeted with the sight of a familiar officer.

                   “Oh? I wasn’t expecting company, though I’m not entirely disappointed. What can I do for you?”

Silence was what she was met with. The other looked as though she wanted to say something but for whatever reason she simply would not speak the words. Giving her a moment, Caitlyn decided to take the initiative by holding out of the case file in her hand for her to take.

                     “I can only assume that you’re here for this, yes? You’re free to have it. I think I’ve already digested as much information out of it as I could.”

Instead of a response the woman took the file from her, glancing down at it for a moment before meeting the eyes of the sheriff again. With a casual smile, she bid her fellow officer a goodnight before closing the door and walking further into her room. It wasn’t until she walked passed her mirror that she discovered the reason for the womans silence.

She has had a number of partners in her days. Some younger, some older, though most were the same to her. An extra set of eyes. Working alone was what she preferred, often times leaving her partners behind when chasing after a suspect. Playing babysitter was not a role she wished to play, but it didn’t seem like she had to worry this time. The age on the other was apparent (the hair was a dreadfully obvious give away), but it did not appear to play much of a factor for him. A quick once over gave her more than enough information except—