Title: A Day in the Life of David King
Author: Cannibaljello@yahoo.com
Rating: G
Notes: * = thoughts
See end of the chapter, but read the story first!
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It was going to be a busy day.
Moments after David left the house of Sheila Armstrong, he received his second page of the day (the first greeting him this morning at 5am). It would be his second job for the day.
Grumbling and unhooking the tool belt draped about his waist, he walked to his truck and tossed it in the back with the clank of metal tools crashing together. The troublesome pager vibrated within the back pocket of his work suit. He jumped at the sensation and retrieved both the pager and his keys. *I must find another place to put it*, he thought with a quirked lip.
David drove a red Ford truck while he was on work shift, the Raccoon City Plumbing logo pasted on the side doors. It was the drivers side he unlocked and swung open, tossing his keys to the passenger seat as he read the message. He knew the address well enough to keep the map tucked in the glove compartment.
"It couldn't get much worse than that," David told himself, staring at Sheila who waved at him from her bedroom window. He put the key into the ignition and started the vehicle. "If it does....I'll have to reconsider my job."
Hand over hand, David turned the steering wheel and pulled from the curb, heading to the more suburban area of Raccoon. Windows down, warm autumn air swept through the truck, lightly ruffling David's long hair. It swept his loose locks away from his face, caressing and relaxing the tension he always felt on the working day. He loved times like this and could only hope that tomorrow would be just as nice. It was his day off, after all. He planned to indulge in it.
For now, though, he had work to do. Accelerating, David pushed the speed limit, still keeping an eye out for children in the peaceful neighborhood. Despite the tragedies surrounding Raccoon City, kids continued to play happily in their yards. Parents must have become more lenient to let up their guard. After all, the S.T.A.R.S. has supposedly closed the case of the cannibal murders.
"That's some pretty fucked up shit, there," David said to himself. Although he was known to speak sparsely around company, he had to relieve the urge to talk and did so alone by himself. Lately, he had spent a great amount of time thinking over the current fiasco surrounding the survivors of the Spencers Mansion incident - hell, the whole city was curious.
"Zombies, secret experiments, cloak and dagger operations, oh my!" David chuckled, lacking amusement. He didn't know what he thought concerning the issue. It was odd, to say the least, and seemed impossible. Umbrella was the largest founder of the City - of pharmaceuticals nonetheless. *Aren't they trying to help people by supplying medication and such, instead of turning them into mutant zombies?*
The entire case filled all the Raccoon papers – David knew, he had read them all. He didn't know why, and felt frustrated by his lack of understanding with himself. "Maybe I like seeing the RPD step in their own shit." It was true, he hadn't ever been fond of the government, nor had they been of him. "That's not important," David snapped at himself as he turned onto Maine Street, "so stop digging up your past."
"Speaking of the police force..." David trailed off, cursing as behind him, red and blue lights flashed. He knocked his fists against the wheel and pulled to the side of the road, cutting the engine as the black and white vehicle stopped behind him.
"I hate my life, I hate my life, I really do..." David murmured, silencing himself as an officer approached his window. Only a few years again, David would have been preparing himself for attack. He was surprised at how much his life had changed - for the better, it seemed. But now, he kept his hands on the wheel and looked up at the officer calmly. His rebellious, dark side attempted to make an appearance, which would only lead to further trouble.
"Hello Officer..." David peeked at the badge pinned on the mans wide chest, the large RPD print on his uniform practically screaming attention with its large lettering. David bit back sarcasm, handing over his license and registration.
"Good day, Mr. King," The officer said, studying the dark ponytailed man. David returned the favor, taking mental notes of the mans appearance. He was about 6 foot, with broad shoulders and from what David could see, a fit body. The man had brown hair which was tinted red from the suns light. It was medium length for a man - long enough to brush against the mans neck in the back. The front was a little shorter, with bangs brushing the mans brow line. The rest had a natural flip which was roguishly brushed back from his face.
David guessed the man hadn't shaved recently, looking at the short stubble on the mans chin and around his naturally smirked mouth. *Pretty good lookin' for an officer*, David thought and mentally scowled. *There I go again, gettin confused. God I need to get laid...*To David, a desperate mind was a dangerous one. *I'm just surprised to see such a different policeman. This one ain't shaped like a pear, with a tire rounded stomach and a combed over, receding hairline.*
"Mr. King, do you know why I pulled you over?" *Oh, it's the million dollar question..*David recognized. *I could answer truthfully, and avoid getting a huge ticket, or I could lie through my teeth and be hit with an even bigger fine*. David knew very well what he would have done two years ago, but that was then and this was now. The beeper rattled against its place on the dashboard, reminding him he had places to be and things to do.
"I'm aware that I was speeding. In case you didn't see, I'm on the job" - *watch it Dave, we don't wanna find out how good our own boot tastes, now do we?* - "And I'm a bit late." David motioned towards the spasming piece of technology.
Usually, - David knew from past experiences - most officers would be quick to take offense and would book charges to their greatest extent. Officer Ryman, on the other hand, smirked in amusement and cocked his head towards his own car.
"In case you didn't notice, I'm on the job too. By having to pull you over, I have to take up my time and then I might be the one who's late." Ah, so Mr. Ryman had a sarcastic side as well.
"Instead of making us both late, how about you pull out your little black book, give me a ticket, and send us both on our ways?"
Officer Ryman seemed to consider it for a moment, before surprising David. "If I did that, I would have to call in your license plate for confirmation, check your ID, and report you...Look, I'll give you this one warning, so we don't take all day, okay?"
*Someone must be in a good mood*. David thought, and grunted his approval. That was lucky, it had saved David's wallet, and probably his job. *Ah, crap, the job!*, his mind growled as Officer Ryman gave him a short wave and began walking back to his car. Starting his own, David pulled onto the road and - carefully watching his speed limit and checking for traffic - continued to his next clients home.
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A/N: I don't like how this part came out. Too many "he did this" and "he did that"s....bleh. I don't have any idea where this fic is going either. *laughs * Oh well, I guess that's the fun (or whatever you would like to call it) part of writing.
I could have added more to this chapter, but I decided not to. I want to know what the audience thinks! It made me happy to see that it was fun for some – Isope and Eri, I appreciate your comments! ^____^ - but I seriously hope that more people are reading this than just two...I'm not THAT bad, am I? O_O
At least say hi. Better yet, tell me whats good about it, and/or if theres anything I can do better (because there is always room for improvement, and I have plenty of space to rent).
-Cannibal Jello
Author: Cannibaljello@yahoo.com
Rating: G
Notes: * = thoughts
See end of the chapter, but read the story first!
-
It was going to be a busy day.
Moments after David left the house of Sheila Armstrong, he received his second page of the day (the first greeting him this morning at 5am). It would be his second job for the day.
Grumbling and unhooking the tool belt draped about his waist, he walked to his truck and tossed it in the back with the clank of metal tools crashing together. The troublesome pager vibrated within the back pocket of his work suit. He jumped at the sensation and retrieved both the pager and his keys. *I must find another place to put it*, he thought with a quirked lip.
David drove a red Ford truck while he was on work shift, the Raccoon City Plumbing logo pasted on the side doors. It was the drivers side he unlocked and swung open, tossing his keys to the passenger seat as he read the message. He knew the address well enough to keep the map tucked in the glove compartment.
"It couldn't get much worse than that," David told himself, staring at Sheila who waved at him from her bedroom window. He put the key into the ignition and started the vehicle. "If it does....I'll have to reconsider my job."
Hand over hand, David turned the steering wheel and pulled from the curb, heading to the more suburban area of Raccoon. Windows down, warm autumn air swept through the truck, lightly ruffling David's long hair. It swept his loose locks away from his face, caressing and relaxing the tension he always felt on the working day. He loved times like this and could only hope that tomorrow would be just as nice. It was his day off, after all. He planned to indulge in it.
For now, though, he had work to do. Accelerating, David pushed the speed limit, still keeping an eye out for children in the peaceful neighborhood. Despite the tragedies surrounding Raccoon City, kids continued to play happily in their yards. Parents must have become more lenient to let up their guard. After all, the S.T.A.R.S. has supposedly closed the case of the cannibal murders.
"That's some pretty fucked up shit, there," David said to himself. Although he was known to speak sparsely around company, he had to relieve the urge to talk and did so alone by himself. Lately, he had spent a great amount of time thinking over the current fiasco surrounding the survivors of the Spencers Mansion incident - hell, the whole city was curious.
"Zombies, secret experiments, cloak and dagger operations, oh my!" David chuckled, lacking amusement. He didn't know what he thought concerning the issue. It was odd, to say the least, and seemed impossible. Umbrella was the largest founder of the City - of pharmaceuticals nonetheless. *Aren't they trying to help people by supplying medication and such, instead of turning them into mutant zombies?*
The entire case filled all the Raccoon papers – David knew, he had read them all. He didn't know why, and felt frustrated by his lack of understanding with himself. "Maybe I like seeing the RPD step in their own shit." It was true, he hadn't ever been fond of the government, nor had they been of him. "That's not important," David snapped at himself as he turned onto Maine Street, "so stop digging up your past."
"Speaking of the police force..." David trailed off, cursing as behind him, red and blue lights flashed. He knocked his fists against the wheel and pulled to the side of the road, cutting the engine as the black and white vehicle stopped behind him.
"I hate my life, I hate my life, I really do..." David murmured, silencing himself as an officer approached his window. Only a few years again, David would have been preparing himself for attack. He was surprised at how much his life had changed - for the better, it seemed. But now, he kept his hands on the wheel and looked up at the officer calmly. His rebellious, dark side attempted to make an appearance, which would only lead to further trouble.
"Hello Officer..." David peeked at the badge pinned on the mans wide chest, the large RPD print on his uniform practically screaming attention with its large lettering. David bit back sarcasm, handing over his license and registration.
"Good day, Mr. King," The officer said, studying the dark ponytailed man. David returned the favor, taking mental notes of the mans appearance. He was about 6 foot, with broad shoulders and from what David could see, a fit body. The man had brown hair which was tinted red from the suns light. It was medium length for a man - long enough to brush against the mans neck in the back. The front was a little shorter, with bangs brushing the mans brow line. The rest had a natural flip which was roguishly brushed back from his face.
David guessed the man hadn't shaved recently, looking at the short stubble on the mans chin and around his naturally smirked mouth. *Pretty good lookin' for an officer*, David thought and mentally scowled. *There I go again, gettin confused. God I need to get laid...*To David, a desperate mind was a dangerous one. *I'm just surprised to see such a different policeman. This one ain't shaped like a pear, with a tire rounded stomach and a combed over, receding hairline.*
"Mr. King, do you know why I pulled you over?" *Oh, it's the million dollar question..*David recognized. *I could answer truthfully, and avoid getting a huge ticket, or I could lie through my teeth and be hit with an even bigger fine*. David knew very well what he would have done two years ago, but that was then and this was now. The beeper rattled against its place on the dashboard, reminding him he had places to be and things to do.
"I'm aware that I was speeding. In case you didn't see, I'm on the job" - *watch it Dave, we don't wanna find out how good our own boot tastes, now do we?* - "And I'm a bit late." David motioned towards the spasming piece of technology.
Usually, - David knew from past experiences - most officers would be quick to take offense and would book charges to their greatest extent. Officer Ryman, on the other hand, smirked in amusement and cocked his head towards his own car.
"In case you didn't notice, I'm on the job too. By having to pull you over, I have to take up my time and then I might be the one who's late." Ah, so Mr. Ryman had a sarcastic side as well.
"Instead of making us both late, how about you pull out your little black book, give me a ticket, and send us both on our ways?"
Officer Ryman seemed to consider it for a moment, before surprising David. "If I did that, I would have to call in your license plate for confirmation, check your ID, and report you...Look, I'll give you this one warning, so we don't take all day, okay?"
*Someone must be in a good mood*. David thought, and grunted his approval. That was lucky, it had saved David's wallet, and probably his job. *Ah, crap, the job!*, his mind growled as Officer Ryman gave him a short wave and began walking back to his car. Starting his own, David pulled onto the road and - carefully watching his speed limit and checking for traffic - continued to his next clients home.
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A/N: I don't like how this part came out. Too many "he did this" and "he did that"s....bleh. I don't have any idea where this fic is going either. *laughs * Oh well, I guess that's the fun (or whatever you would like to call it) part of writing.
I could have added more to this chapter, but I decided not to. I want to know what the audience thinks! It made me happy to see that it was fun for some – Isope and Eri, I appreciate your comments! ^____^ - but I seriously hope that more people are reading this than just two...I'm not THAT bad, am I? O_O
At least say hi. Better yet, tell me whats good about it, and/or if theres anything I can do better (because there is always room for improvement, and I have plenty of space to rent).
-Cannibal Jello