Arrest Me, Officer
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Thread Topic: Arrest Me, Officer
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One moment.
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The concealer covering the tattoos on his neck and wrist was beginning to come off. He should have bought something of a higher quality, spent the few extra dollars instead of just grabbing the first thing he saw at the store. It wasn't even really his skin tone, but by the time he has realized it was a bit too late.
His mother stood next to him in the grocery store line, chatting aimlessly about how glad she was that he'd agreed to come over for the holidays and that it has been much, much too long since everyone has been together-
Lucas drowns her out at this point. He's getting fidgety already, the hairs on the back of his neck rising. Something in his gut twists. He's not safe here in this town, not where people know. Even with his mother blissfully oblivious of the side glances the cashier is giving him, or the fact that she checks to make sure that his twenty dollar bill is real. He grinds his teeth and takes the bags, glad to be out and headed home.
"Oh!" His mother stops and places a finger on her painted red lips and fixes a pouty expression on her son. "I forgot. I was going to get some flowers or something for our new neighbor. The one across the street.. He wasn't there this morning, but, well, we should welcome him to town! Run in and grab some flowers, won't you?" -
Marcus sat alone at his small kitchen table, a small glass of wine in his hand. He was staring at the adjacent wall, his mind everywhere but on where he was. A problem in his old workplace lead to him having to move out here, to be a part of this town's police force. It was a lot smaller than he was used to, and there wasn't a lot to do here. His first job was helping get a cat out of a tree. He was pretty sure it wasn't what a cop was supposed to do, but his boss insisted the lady asking for help needed him to do it. And, that this town wasn't exactly full of crime to be dealt with. Just thinking about that stupid cat made him sigh. He stood from his seat, taking another sip from the glass. He wanted to be back in the city, back in his larger home. That's where all of the crime was. That's where he really felt like he was alive; like he was actually doing his job. He set the glass down, starting to walk to the small couch that was a few feet away. He didn't have much to do- today was his day off, and he didn't know anyone in the town. Drink a little here, smoke a little there- it was enough, yet, it wasn't.
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