Ugh...what a pain...
A man muttered to himself, slowly waking up from his slumber thanks to his alarm clock ringing endlessly and loudly. He groggily grabbed the clock and turned it off, placing it again next to his bed and proceeded to rise up, only to sit down yawning and scratching his exhausted eyes. Another day, another reminder of wanting to die, he thought.
After a few minutes of regaining his eyesight back, he stood up and headed towards the bathroom. Started up the faucet, left the water flowing until it filled a good chunk of the sink, submerging his face into it in an effort to completely shake up his fatigue, and pulls his head out of it completely wet.
He looked to himself on the mirror, water drips coming from his already messed up blue hair, staring deep to his own worn out blue eyes. Just look at you man, you're fucked,"he said while grabbing a towel and drying off his face. If only this opportunity happened a long time ago, I wouldn't be a mess...but it appears, God had some faith in me after all, huh? I hope it's not too little too late.
He threw the towel onto the towel rack, and walked out the bathroom. Put his black boots on, suited up with dark grey hoodie with a peculiar design, black fingerless gloves and went to the kitchen to prepare himself some coffee. Only thing that keeps me going other than my sense of justice against criminals...heh. he said, watching the coffee leak down into his mug. 25 year old dude, with only 3 years of service as a detective...well, to be fair...only enjoyment I ever got from living really. I'm hoping my life will be interesting from now on...and better. Right as he finished that thought, he turned off the coffee machine, grabbed his mug and took a sip, enjoying the bitter taste of the coffee while he saw outside his window the dawn blue sky, as if it was a beauty to behold.
He further monologued about his opinions on life. Life is surely strange, he said, taking another sip of his coffee with a smile, still viewing outside his window. One day you're appreciating everything that has happened to you so far, feeling lucky to still be alive and how life is treating you nicely, that everyone is supportive to you and nothing can stop you. He stopped drinking from his coffee, and now his smile turned into a frown, looking down at the floor. Then the next day, everything fucking sucks. You just wished you weren't alive anymore, that life is treating you like garbage, you feel everyone is living happy go lucky except you, that people are assholes towards you or never gave a damn about you, and sooner or later things will wound up getting worse...He finished off drinking his coffee, placed the mug near the dishwasher, headed to his front door and opened it up, going outside anxious for what lies ahead of him from now on.
Meanwhile, in another house, a sleeping young woman is laying down on her bed in a messy state. As soon as her alarm clock rang, she screamed and fell from her bed onto the floor. "Agh, dang it!" she said, annoyed and angry by the abrupt awakening, slowly getting up. "I keep forgetting to turn the darn volume down...jeez." She got up, stretched her back while yawning, fixed her bed spotless, and sat down on her chair facing towards the vanity mirror, and started brushing her caramel medium hair with exhausted eyes.
Well, today's the big day, ain't it?, She thought. I reckon this will be a good career choice, even if it's risky..., sure I'd coulda just went for somethin' like working as a farmer like my aunt or picked an everyday job. She finished brushing her hair, took off her pajamas and started to put on a blue white flannel shirt, dark blue jeans with brown chaps and brown spurred boots. But, that's just not on me, ya know? I rather be a hero to everyone, I want em to be assured the world's a safe place, as long as we are standing, we are for sure cleanin' the streets from them baddies, She said, while putting on her custom belt engraved with the Lady of Justice, and a brown cowboy hat, with a golden sash wrapped around it.
She made her way to the house's basement and upon entering it, she took 2 clean silver platinum revolvers laying next to a handful of dusty weapons, as if they were never used before, and placed them on the holsters she attached to her belt. After that, she began to unwrap her hand wraps that appeared to be dirty and worn, placed them on top of the weapons' case, and started to cover her hands with new ones.
I hope I don't need to get my hands dirty, though..., she said worried. "I know there's ways that we can stop criminal activity without the need of using force, but I'm not sure I'm ready to do that given the occasion...suppose I shoulda taken that in consideration first, huh?"
After she finished covering her hands with new hand wraps, she grabbed the old ones, headed out the basement, placed them in the trash can, and opened up the front door of her house, going outside. Just as she took a few steps onwards, she saw the same man from earlier, standing out her house with his back leaned against the fence, smoking without a care.
"Don't suppose you're Jennifer Sampson, hm?", he greeted, with the cigar still in his mouth and turned around, looking at her.
"Oh, uhm...yeah, and who ya might be sir...?", she asked quizzically, wondering why this man knew who she was.
After blowing out smoke and a short pause, he stopped leaning on the fence and blankly stared at her, before plainly saying.
"Chris Foster, a detective like you in the same organization we were both hired for."
Jennifer still doubting if the man can be trusted or not, placed her hands subtlety on the revolvers she was carrying.
"Listen, here partner...you're gonna need much more than that to convince me, that organization is well known afterall." She slowly started to pull out the revolvers from their holsters, but not completely yet. "And I never heard about yer name either."
Chris flickered his cigar, making ash drop to the ground, dumped the cigar along and stamped it out. "I'm not amused, considering I'm not popular like you, or I ever was." he said and got closer to her while he placed his hands inside his hoodie's pocket.
Jennifer cautiously walks back, with a worried expression painted on her face and quickly pulled out the revolvers. "Ya better back off and not get any closer to me." she said her voice rather shaky due to the nature of the situation and unsure if she was willing to kill someone so early
But despite that, Chris kept walking closer to her uncaringly about the possible outcome, and notably began making movement inside his hoodie's pockets. Jennifer abruptly crashes her back against her door's house after she took some steps back, and pointed her guns directly into Chris' direction still shivering, scared that she might have to pull the trigger or she'd end up dying.
"N-not one m-more step, o-or, I'll b-blow your head off!" She shouted at Chris stuttering, but even with that, he kept approaching her and eventually, was close to her and started to pull something out off his hoodie. As soon Jennifer saw him do that, she laid her fingers on the triggers of the revolvers and started to sweat, alarmed.
"I SAID, BACK OFF!"
