Title: "First Impressions"
Fandom: Lake Placid
Rating: T (for the language and crocodile violence)
((A/N: this is sort of a drabble during the first day, when they all meet, from Hank's POV.))
Sheriff Keough was always the very irritable type of person. Though, most of the time, he kept himself calm enough not to freak out or knock someone's had for being such an idiot to piss him off in the first place. "Aroostook county police department", he answered the phone gruffly, rubbing his temple. He had a feeling this was the start to a long headache…
When he was called to go do a task as trivial as helping to go tag beaver, he grumbled to himself, thinking that this was all going to be another mediocre day…
Then, half the guy's body was bitten off.
So, after having to deal with the sight of the dead body and call it in, and therefore being questioned about what had happened. next he had to go meet sarcastic #1 and Sarcastic #2. Kelly Scott and Jack Wells. He was very straightforward and had a determined nature about him, and she was slightly irritating and high-strung. At first, the sheriff just wanted to get this case over with and catch the bear-- or whatever the hell was in Black lake.
He got superceeded, slapped, insulted, and slapped..
Unbelievably, The day only got that much worse from there.
His first impression of Hector was that he is very odd and rude. "Who is this man?" he asked the rest, looking thoroughly pissed as he was insulted by them. They acted as though they were the boss of the place. His holier-than-thou attitude made sheriff Keough want to push him into the lake right then and there. They were far worse than sarcastic 1 and 2. They were insane, he did not care what Kelly thought.
They were an intolerably rude, childish, sickening, mental person…
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The first night's incident was chaotic, and that was excluding the crocodile altogether. It seemed like hector caused more trouble than the animal that they were trying to find. Well, at least he does not kill people, thought Hank.
He had his gun drawn out, thinking that maybe it could have been a crocodile. Maybe. However, he did not think it was one. No way. That crackpot couldn't be right, just look at him.--
There was a cracking sound within the bush, as if something stepped on a twig. Hadn't they said before they were attracted to noise? He had his gun aimed ahead of him and-
"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!"
All Hell broke loose between confusement and insults.
"he's a fruitcake..",he had muttered, after the commotion was settled by Kelly and Jack, and he left to go catch more sleep.--
Aaaaand he fell into his first trap.
"Dammit!" he yelled, trying to get out of the ground.
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(A/N: so uhm,[[Day 2- 'Kellys POV'] coming soon])