VINCENZO MORETTI
Civilian  
DETECTIVE
Posts: 35
MINI INFO - GENDER: Male
MINI INFO - D.O.B.: Jan, 23rd 1983
MINI INFO - OCCUPATION: Police Officer
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Post by VINCENZO MORETTI on Nov 1, 2013 20:52:31 GMT -8
So far L.A. was proving to be just as he had expected. His new apartment was in a quiet neighborhood, but once he got downtown he could see the life of the city really kick in. Vincenzo had allowed himself three full days to get settled in before he made the arrangements to begin work at the city’s main police department. He spent enough time making sure his cat Caprina had made herself at home, once the cat started to roam the house he decided that he was free to start work again. Vincenzo was used to moving, did so a lot, but this had been his cat’s first major move of states. Still Caprina seemed to take the move well enough, a few bribes of canned fish did help. He made contact by phone and surprised some of the people in charge when he had explained that the past three days were all he needed for settling in. He made the arrangement to come in around the morning time, get some paper work cleared and then was promised to get a tour around. Vincenzo had tried to get out of the tour, stating that he was sure to be able to find his way around perfectly fine, but his words did not get him far.
The man that he was to deal with seems to be eager enough, explained everything well but was slow in getting things done. Vincenzo had entered the police department some time around seven that morning, but now it was nearing lunch time and only now were they finally moving on to taking a tour of the building. Vincenzo would not officially be starting work until the next day, but He wanted to make sure everything connected with his transfer were completed or on its way. Finally they left the administrative assistant’s office and Vincenzo was pleased to be able to move his legs and get going. He had hoped that will all that they had talked about and went over that the man had forgot about that promised tour, but of course Vincenzo was not that lucky. The man had introduced himself as David Wilson and even though Vincenzo was sure to remember the man’s name he doubt he would go out of his way to speak with the man. Mr. Wilson, for a lack of a better word, was energetic. He seemed fairly happy about his job and for the fact that Vincenzo was being added to the “growing family” as David has so kindly stated.
Vincenzo tried to get away by thanking the man for his time and turning away, but Mr. Wilson stopped him quickly with a comment about “not seeing the best part” Of course that was true, Vincenzo had spent nearly five hours moving between a waiting room and a office. Still he was stuck until the man let him go, Vincenzo was not rude, or better yet he tried not to be. So when subtly trying to leave did not work he knew that he was doomed. They walked about halfway down a hallway when a woman stopped Mr. Wilson and told him that someone was waiting for him. ”Well it seems that you have more important things to attention to, I can assure you I can find my way around perfectly fine.” Finally he would be free of this man and on his way to mapping the layout of the station and then off for the rest of the day to prepare himself for his first day tomorrow. “Oh no! We can’t have this, wait I have an idea!” Mr. Wilson took a few quick steps down the hall grabbed the first person he could and then walked back over to Vincenzo.
“THis is Miss Elena -” He was cut off as Vincenzo finished his statement. “Elena Anderson” Vincenzo grinned and tipped his head is a friendly greeting.
“Yes! do you happen to know each other already?”
”We went to the same academy.”
“Ah well lovely! She will be your guide today. Right my dear? This is Mr. Vincenzo Moretti, but you may already know that, he just transferred here so please take wonderful care of him.”
With those words Mr. Wilson left the two young people to get along while he went off to take care of some work of his own. Vincenzo stood there for a moment not really sure what to do but guess that he should try to free Elena from this trap placed by the administrative assistant. ”I am sorry about that, if you have anything of higher importance I can understand, I am sure I can find my way around myself?” He pulled on his vest to make sure that his clothes were still neat and wrinkle free. For a second he felt rather self conscious in front of Elena. He guessed it had something to do with having known her years before, back when he was maybe a bit more reckless and his accent was even worse than it is now. Still he did have to admit it was nice to see a familiar face.
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Post by ELENA J. ANDERSON on Nov 3, 2013 20:37:27 GMT -8
“Vincenzo Moretti?” Elena tucked her hands into her into her jacket pockets, surprised, but smiling to herself a few seconds later. She had not expected—of all things—to run into him again. “Thank you sir,” she said to Wilson respectfully, disregarding the initial shock of the encounter, “I believe I can take it from here, yes.” She reached up and swept a few dark bangs delicately out of her eyes as the attendant left them, mildly amused that he’d pulled her aside in the first place; she had been reviewing some case work as a favor to a friend, checking the report for any grammatical errors, misinformation, and of course, anything important that had been left out. Now that she’d been apparently tasked with something new though, Elena tucked the copy carefully under her arm and extended her hand toward Moretti in a typical greeting, looking relatively at ease. “It’s been a while,” she said casually, snorting softly. “Too long, maybe. I left the east coast years ago but I never thought it’d find me out here again.” She of course, meant him. They had attended the same academy, but she had never suspected Moretti would have come all the way out here too.
“Well, we should get back to your tour, shouldn’t we? The department’s fairly large, but the city needs it; what hasn’t the Attendant shown you yet? And what department are you signed up with?” Her eyes flashed. “I’ve been K9 unit for the past few years myself.” She glanced down at her white button up dress shirt and brushed off her sleeves. Today wasn’t a day she’d really be out in the field—unless a call came up that demanded her attention. As such, she left her uniform jacket and the rest of the unessentials—save for her assigned weapon—back in her personal locker, which could be quickly grabbed with the rest of her equipment if an emergency came up. Brooklyn too, was resting safe and secure at the K9 barracks, crated with the other dogs that were off duty today. She needed to pay him a visit soon, actually, but at the moment focused on Moretti.
The same Moretti that had dominated the academy assessment charts for weeks. It was a bit odd to see him standing in front of her again, actually. Elena had never been like some of the other, few women that had signed up for police work and training. They had watched him restlessly—practically melting every time he opened his mouth to speak.
Italian accents, she thought tiredly to herself.
Tired because, it was still bewildering that the other women had not regarded his dedication and skill with more respect. Elena had always kept to the sidelines while they ogled and fawned over him; it was almost ironic that had been transferred—or somehow found himself in this city, working in this department—with her.
“Where to, Moretti?” she asked.
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VINCENZO MORETTI
Civilian
DETECTIVE
Posts: 35
MINI INFO - GENDER: Male
MINI INFO - D.O.B.: Jan, 23rd 1983
MINI INFO - OCCUPATION: Police Officer
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Post by VINCENZO MORETTI on Nov 5, 2013 19:45:09 GMT -8
There was no escape, but Vincenzo had to admit that he felt a lot better with having Elena as his tour guide and not the easily excited administrative assistant. He could deal with this new outcome, even though he still wish to just be left alone. It was not that he was ungrateful for the help but there were just certain things that Vincenzo liked to do on his own, gathering his bearings was one of them. Her first question feel on a sour note, he had spent most of his time within the assistant’s office and saw very little of the department before he was dragged in. In fact vincenzo was informed that he could worry about getting a locker and a desk sometime tomorrow. Still as of now it was easy to see that he was not going to be leaving anytime soon and that giving in would just help make things easier. ”We were just coming from the office when you were added to the task, so other than this long hall of offices I have not had to chance to see anything else.”
Her second question reminded Vincenzo of just how distracted he really was, normally he would have offered the information when introducing himself, out of habit, but he had been too busy remembering his old days as the academy. ”I am with the Investigation department, Detective in rank.” So she worked as a K9 officer? Vincenzo never knew that Elena had been interested in working with dogs, then again other than knowing that she was hard working, he really knew very little. Maybe later after the tour he would make amends to that, he felt that he had missed his chance to get to know her before, but now that they worked at the same district it only seemed right that he get to know his co-worker a bit better. Maybe he could offer to take her out to get some coffee, something friendly that did not ask for too much in return.
”A K9 officer? Yes now that you mention it I can see you doing just that. Do you handle a canine for tracking criminals? bomb? narcotics?” He found K9 units to be interesting, although a bit dangerous. Those dogs were trained to pull you into danger with no fear, leading to injury and death in some cases. Since he did not know his way around he decided that it really did not matter what direction they took, as long as it took them somewhere. ”Anywhere is fine, just as long as I get an idea of where things are, that will be enough for me to get around tomorrow.”
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Post by ELENA J. ANDERSON on Nov 10, 2013 14:39:19 GMT -8
Oh dear god.
Elena sighed, her gaze skipping over her shoulder, uncertain if she was amused or exasperated as she crossed her arms over her chest. In the end, she wound up smiling. The administrative assistant hadn’t even managed to show Vincenzo around yet. That man could get carried away and talked a little too much. She swept her hand through her dark hair again and met Vincenzo’s gaze. He was being remarkably polite and calm about it too, given that he wasted a lot of time. Well, whether she would admit it openly or not, Elena was glad to see a familiar face, particularly one that she’d met on the east coast. It felt as if a piece of home had followed her all the way out to L.A., and it hadn’t been one of the few that she was currently trying to avoid. He was a Detective now, granted. She expected no less really—the old Vincenzo she knew would have kept climbing ranks until he found the position he wanted, and she half wondered if Detective was even his ultimate goal.
“How about we make a deal,” she finally said. “I’ll shorten the tour. Show you the areas you’ll need to know to find your way around tomorrow. And you…you can take me out for coffee,” she said tiredly. For an instant she almost looked it too. Elena might have been neglecting sleep as of late—there were too many problems with the city, too many recent calls and crazy reports coming in. She spent a huge chunk of her time out on the streets, doing her patrols or locked up here in the office, reviewing case files that had witness reports that made barely any sense. “I could use a latte,” she said. “It’s been a long day. And it will give me a chance to let Brooklyn out for some fresh air. He’s been cooped up in the kennels all the day. My dogs in the past have specialized in protection, attack, and restraint. Brooklyn’s the first I’ve had trained in scent tracking, but he’s more or less, the same as the others. I use him here lately for protect and serve purposes.” She rolled her shoulder. “So, what’ll it be, Moretti? A short walk around the place and some coffee, or the most mind numbing tour you’re ever going to have?”
Because this place was huge and showing him everything would be a huge waste for both of them. Besides—this was a good opportunity to catch up on some things from her past. It felt—nice.
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MINI INFO - D.O.B.: Jan, 23rd 1983
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Post by VINCENZO MORETTI on Nov 16, 2013 20:58:19 GMT -8
A deal she said? Well wasn’t that interesting, Vincenzo almost felt bad making such a deal since in the end paying for coffee was a lot better then spending the rest of his day looking around the department when he could just figure it all out later. At least Elena came up with the idea so there was that, he could take her deal without feeling to bad about it. ”I am perfectly fine with that, lead the way my dear.” Yep a quick tour and coffee after, he could do that and to be fair it seemed like a really good idea. He couldn’t work right now and he would not have much to do once he got back home so spending some time with Elena would be nice. First of all they could sit around and talk about the good old days and then maybe get to know Elena a little better. After all they might be working in different departments but Vincenzo never know when he might need her help or expertise for a case he would be on.
After agreeing to the tour they went on with it, passing anything not important and stopping here and there just so Elena could explaining a few things about any rules or to introduce Vincenzo to a few people. After what felt like ages they finally made it to the last stop, the K-9 kennels. Elena said something about needing to check on her partner before they could get that coffee Vincenzo had promised to pay for. He had no clue if she planned on bring the dog, but since it was a police dog Vincenzo knew that most places, even those that served food, had nothing against police dogs. Once inside the K-9 area Vincenzo had to note that most of the dogs were well behave, except for one that looked at Vincenzo like he was a new chew toy. He could only think that maybe that had something to do with the smell of cat on him. Either way he felt a lot safer knowing that the dog was stuck in his crate.
”So this is him? Will he be joining us while we talk about the good old days over coffee?” He made sure that the question was an honest one, he did not want Elena thinking that he had anything against her dog. He might now own one, but he did like them a fair bit. He really was just wondering if she was going to bring him along or not, since either way to Vincenzo they would be along. Not that he wanted to hit on her, well she was good looking as all, maybe it was the uniform.. or that fact that he once studied beside her. He honestly just wanted to get to know her a bit, no intentions behind his motives, at least not for not. |
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Post by ELENA J. ANDERSON on Nov 18, 2013 0:38:44 GMT -8
Elena offered Vincenzo little more than a precursory glance and a smile when they finally came to a stop at the K9 kennels, her face lighting up at the sight of Brooklyn, who promptly shot to all fours and yipped pleadingly at the sight of her. However, his tail wagging and happy whines almost stopped short when he spotted Vincenzo—something in her partner tensed a little actually, and his tail wagged a little slower, his eyes sparking with an unrecognizable intent. There was curiosity there, but something else too. His gaze seemed to hop between them as if the dog couldn’t decide who to focus on more, but his ears were still perked forward at least, and though he was slightly wary of the man standing next to her, he wasn’t entirely hostile. That was a good thing. Elena had seen Brooklyn react worse toward strangers—particularly men that got a little too close to his owner--but he was reasonably well behaved at the moment and not too stiff. Elena smiled as she knelt down to let him out of his crate, having already grabbed one of the extra leashes dangling from hooks on the wall. She snapped it onto his work vest as he slipped out into the open, eager to get going. Or at least sniff at Vincenzo from a few feet away. Elena tugged him back to her side gently, and this time he sat down obediently.
Now to introduce her two boys to each other. Well. More or less hers. One was an old acquaintance and the other was a devoted canine partner.
“Vincenzo, Brooklyn. Brooklyn, Vincenzo,” she said, her eyes flashing after introductions were through. The German Shepherd nudged his muzzle into her hand for the sake of gaining more attention, but she sighed and rolled her eyes. “Don’t worry,” she added quickly to Vincenzo. “He’ll warm up to you. It just takes some time. But I was hoping I could let him come with us, actually,” she said, standing. “He needs some fresh air; he doesn’t like being cooped up in the kennels all day. Besides. He’d spend all night moping around the house if I left him here.” And it might make the dog give Vincenzo the evil eye for the rest of his life too. Brooklyn was a little too protective sometimes. Like she said, it would take time, but eventually Brooklyn would trust the guy. Nonetheless, Elena was amused.
“Now c’mon, Moretti,” she said playfully, stepping forward and glancing back at him. “You owe me one cup of coffee and possibly a donut or two. And while we’re at it, maybe even a story. I’d love to hear about what you’ve been doing since you left the Academy. There aren’t many people from home that make it out to the west coast to see me,” she added a little softer than she would have liked. However, the truth was the truth. “And for every story you tell me—I’ll tell one of mine,” she offered. Needless to say, this new development did not stop Brooklyn from shoving himself between them, his tongue lolling out of his jaws innocently, but a clever, I'm-watching-you glint in his eye directed toward Vincenzo.
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Post by VINCENZO MORETTI on Nov 21, 2013 10:41:52 GMT -8
The dog was not the only one who tensed up. Vincenzo liked dogs, he had no problem with most of them, growing up in a house that always had at least one pit bull but he couldn’t help but notice Brooklyn’s reaction. Whether it be because Vincenzo was new, or because he had the scent of cat on him, he did not like what he saw. Vincenzo felt like a piece of steak, being sized up. Police dog were well trained so Vincenzo had at least some faith that the dog wasn’t about to jump him, but the thought still lingered. He did his best to relax, what he did know about dogs was that they reacted more to body language than anything else, so if he relaxed maybe things would go a little smoother.
Brooklyn moved forward to take a sniff, Vincenzo was perfectly fine with that, the dog could sniff him all he wanted but Brooklyn just needed to keep his mouth and paws to himself and all would be fine. Vincenzo took a second to eye Brooklyn’s behavior, he could tell that Elena had the dog under control and as long as she kept an eye on Brooklyn everything between them should go as planned. “I’ve had a dog or two in my life so I can understand that sometimes they need to just get out. He seems to be a little put off by me, but I think we can both be on our best behavior.” Was he hinting at that he wasn’t always so boring and a stick in the mud? Maybe, Vincenzo did have a playful side.. somewhere.. deep, deep inside.
“As you wish.” Was his answer to her playfulness, noting the fact that she seemed to be full a life, something he missed seeing. One thing that Vincenzo did remember was that Elena was always like this, full of life and always pushing to be her best and reach a goals. It was good to see her so happy, some were not as lucky, not everyone got to reach their dreams, or found themselves lost along the way. His train of thought did pause for a second, come to see her? Wait that was a joke wasn’t it? A good one, but one that did catch him off guard and forced thoughts into his head that he did not need right now. He couldn’t help it, but he had to agree that coming just to see her would have been just fine with him, she was nice, determine, pretty… ok yea he needed to stop that right now. After all this was their first meeting after not seeing each other for years, he needed to respect her space, plus she could have a boyfriend.
Wait, was he just worrying about her already being attached? Sure it had been a few months since his last failure of a relationship, but was he really looking for another one? Vincenzo needed to just focus on the now, which involved promising to share a story of two while they left the station and headed to the nearest coffee & donut spot, which was in walking distance. Once at the little doughnut place Vincenzo and Elena took a seat off in a corner so no one would bother the two cops and the police dog. Well to be fair Elena looked like a cop, while Vincenzo was just a man in a suit. Still his suit screamed man with a good job and an air of authority that followed it. The suit was simple, standard black with a white button down shirt and black tie.
As they sat there sipping coffee and munching on donuts Vincenzo started with the first bit of his story, sticking with generalized detail so it wouldn’t get long. (Speaking of the donuts, Vin offered to get Elena all the donuts she wanted, but he only took one strawberry glazed donut and a small coffee that had more mike in it then coffee and all the fake sugar he could pour into it.) “After the academy I only stayed in Virginia for a few months before I moved to New York and stayed there until now.” Now that he was talking Vincenzo realized that when she asked for stories that he really did not know what she wanted to hear. He was fairly careful so there weren’t really many stories of crazy shoot outs or cases that he solved like movie magic.
He shook his head and laughed just a little. “I’m sorry, I’m not really the person to look to for a good story, or more like I really do not know what you would like to hear.” For a “first impression” Vincenzo felt that he was failing this one, hopefully Elena would forgive him.
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Post by ELENA J. ANDERSON on Nov 21, 2013 17:08:20 GMT -8
Thank god for the simple things in life. Like coffee and donuts. Elena could have cared less about her reputation as a cop if anybody she knew or recognized saw her chowing down on a devil’s chocolate donut sprinkled with powdered sugar and occasionally sipping at her latte while off duty. People did what people wanted to do. And stereotype or not, she liked coffee. She liked donuts. And she was, conveniently enough, a cop. People could get over it. If Elena cared anything at all about how others saw her, she wouldn’t really be where she was currently. At least Brooklyn was comfortable. The dog curled up at her feet, more or less leaning back against her legs and watching Vincenzo, happily chuffing while the two of them talked.
Elena couldn’t hide her smile as she listened though—Vincenzo almost seemed nervous. He definitely wasn’t the best story teller, and she took another sip of coffee as he finally confessed as much, trying not to laugh. “It’s okay, Vincenzo. We’ll try something different,” she offered. Basically, she’d start with herself, and hope from there that he warmed up to the idea of talking a little more openly. Elena was as patient person at least, she spoke calmly and didn’t seem to mind that he had fallen a little short on the details. If Vincenzo wanted to talk—he would. But until then, she could at least provide a conversation starter.
“I guess we’re the same in that way. After I left the Academy,” she began, leaning back in her seat, “I was transferred out west. Texas was the first place I found real work.” She paused, lowering her coffee cup onto the table and reaching across to her shoulder. There was an old bullet wound there—her first, really. She had earned it there too. “I had some interesting cases,” she said, peeling her hand away and picking up her donut. “Most K9 units start small and work up. I wasn’t any different. They had me more or less on backup duty for a while with my canine partner. We were actually very good together—I guess I got the first break when there was a prison break and three managed to get out. We corralled them back but…” she trailed and shrugged. “I took on much more work afterward.” And she lost her first partner, Hudson, a few months later. For a moment her eyes dimmed, but she quickly changed the subject. “Eventually I hopped out of Texas once I’d learned everything I could from their department and transferred again out here. I haven’t seen anyone else from the Academy since. I guess we each went our own ways and did our own thing.” She paused and side-eyed him, smiling. “You probably had a more interesting time away from the Academy than I did. Still being mobbed to death by women, Vincenzo?”
It was more or less a throwback to their days at the Academy, hoping it might open him up to more talk.
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Post by VINCENZO MORETTI on Nov 21, 2013 21:31:02 GMT -8
Vincenzo felt like a kid that just let down their parent. He had been expected to entertain Elena with a little story about his life and yet he did nothing but probably bored her. Still she seemed to forgive him by telling her own little story, giving him better details than he had done with her. He listened carefully and watched her, his cop instincts kicking in as he noticed the pain in her eyes and her simple movements. Although she had never mentioned it, Vincenzo could see that some bad things had happened. He wanted to know more, find out what was hurting her, and yet knew better. Vincenzo had his own painful memories that he did well to try and keep forgotten, so he understood the difficulty there was in reliving those moments.
Since Elena had done so well Vincenzo guessed that he could try to give a little more. He had a problem sharing his past with others, he knew this, but that didn’t mean that he couldn’t at least try. He shifted in his seat and sat back, needing to feel relaxed before he was willing to try story time again. ”Well first of all, I did know a few people from the Academy after training was over. Before I left for New York I got to work with Davis for a bit, you remember him? Sweet kid, always wanted to do what was right, had a knack for knowing every word and what page it was on in the rule book? He did good for a bit but, well.” He couldn’t really finish the sentence but being in their line of work, it was easy to guess that they both would know where Vincenzo was getting at.
He shrugged as he thought about her question, thinking that if he answered it that maybe he could lighten the mood, but all he could think about was how bad he was on relationships. ”Well when it comes to women, it is not as good as you would think. Yes I do get approached on occasion, but I am really not so good with women. In fact I did have a live in girlfriend in New York.. but well work got in the way and she got.. well bored of me.” He was doing really well in selling himself wasn’t he? Vincenzo had no clue what he said all that but he did and was looking for a detour to get the topic of of himself.
“So Elena, what about you, any boyfriend to speak of?”
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Post by ELENA J. ANDERSON on Nov 21, 2013 22:17:52 GMT -8
Well it worked to an extent. Vincenzo was talking, but Elena soon found her smile fading, piece by piece as he continued, her look withering. The part about Davis in particular, and her instant reaction to the name, a few words like, “I remember,” leaving her lips, were enough of a sign that she was listening intently—she just lowered her gaze and stared cheerlessly at her coffee when Vincenzo finally trailed off, understanding all too well what he meant. Both of her hands wrapped around her coffee cup weakly and her shoulders sagged; she had always known some of her old acquaintances might find themselves on the bad end of a business deal so to speak. It was a given that one day, some of them would be hurt. Some of them might die. But some of them deserved it less than others. Davis had been a spark of light at the Academy, inspiring good in others and proving that some people really were born good natured and carefree. But it seemed life itself had cruelly ripped him away.
“I’m sorry,” she said under her breath. Brooklyn yawned at her feet, unaware of the seriousness of their conversation. She had noticed her dogs had been growing more tired as of late much earlier in the day than expected, but for this moment in time, he barely registered on her mind. If anything, he offered only a temporary distraction. It probably wasn’t too good for him, but she ripped off a piece of the bear claw sitting on a plate next to her and dropped it; he caught it in his jaws and quickly licked his chops clean a second later, looking alive and alert and energetic again. Vincenzo wasn’t done with his story, though, and Elena shifted in her seat, quietly considering his words until he finally asked his question, earning a smile and a small laugh from her.
“No, I—” she paused and laughed breathlessly again, reaching up to rub the back of her neck as she tried to find the right words. Well, this was an awkward question. “On a first date, Vincenzo?” She joked, before adding, “Bad joke. Sorry. I guess you can say work’s kept me busy. If it helps, I probably couldn’t hold on a good relationship together to save my life. My dogs take up most of my time and I’m—” she paused, dropping her gaze. Her smile seemed almost somber for a moment, “—I’m too in love with my work. You remember the Academy, don’t you? I never had time for anything like that. I guess there’s been a one or two relationships, but like I said, they didn’t last.” She shrugged helplessly. There was nothing to be done for it. “And if I were you, I wouldn’t worry. You’ll find someone. It just takes time. You’re still young, you know. I still have to worry about family,” she muttered. “Breathing down my neck because of this job.”
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Post by VINCENZO MORETTI on Nov 22, 2013 15:37:13 GMT -8
Elena had a way of making Vincenzo’s brain halt for a second, it was just a joke but it got him thinking. Vincenzo would never call going for coffee and donuts as a date, but now he had to wonder what a date with Elena would be like. Not that he was looking to date her, or anyone else for that matter, at least not yet. Sure he could do it, and since he wanted a future family dating would be needed. For now he was not looking for anything of the sort so he was a bit relieved when Elena made sure to point out that it was a joke. If she hadn’t there was probably a good chance that Vincenzo would have made a comment about it not being a date and his thoughts on what a real date should be. Yea, no, they were not having that discussion now or ever.
“Young or not I feel everyone has time to find, well that perfect someone, and I can understand the love for your work. It has been the reason why I haven’t been able to make things work, I just need to find something that understands that what I am doing not only keeps other people safe but it keeps those I care about safe as well.” It was the only reason Vin’s family had no problem with what he did, even though they worried endlessly about him. His aunt was the one that worried the most, always calling him, mailing him and she even tried a few times to convince him to something safer or to get a desk job. To be fair being detective was a bit safer than just a police officer, and as a general detective he did not always get the dangerous jobs, mostly getting things from missing person reports to coving break ins. Vincenzo liked the action, but took his position because he liked the task of trying to solve cases and found the whole ordeal exciting and a good way of keeping the peace.
”Now that I think about it, you’ve mentioned something about your family before, but never went into detail? Although you don’t have to say anything, I presume that they do not agree with your career choice?” It was a fair enough question, although he was worried about stepping over his boundaries, all he needed was Elena to sick her dog on him, not that she would, but the thought was still there. Still Vincenzo had a feeling that if Elena had any problem with him, she’d let him know right away.
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Post by ELENA J. ANDERSON on Nov 22, 2013 17:04:33 GMT -8
Ah. Her family. Elena stole a moment to contemplate exactly what she wanted to say about that subject, purposely stalling by sipping at her coffee. She supposed it was her fault for mentioning family in the first place, and she couldn’t fault Vincenzo when he didn’t know. It wasn’t everyday when you stumbled on family politics as knotted and screwed up as her own. She was all too aware of the kind of pity—the kind of looks—people would give her if she confessed to any of it. Where would she even begin? Where could she? ‘I was the unexpected consolation prize of an affair? My brothers more or less despise everything I am for tearing their family apart, and oh, by the way, my eldest sibling sometimes tries to kill me even though Dad warned him and the others that if his bastard daughter was murdered by any of them, they’d inherit none of his never-ending fortune? Oh, right. They want to kill me because Dad has essentially set me up to take over every aspect of his company and financial success once he’s gone; he wants me to ditch my job so I can focus more on business training and politics before then of course. He’s failing to convince me and I know he’s disappointed but hey. That’s my family for you.’ She sighed and dropped her gaze.
“You could say that,” Elena finally admitted, setting down her coffee cup again. “My father’s not happy about it, at least. He’s worried about the usual things. How dangerous it is. How unpredictable the pay can sometimes be and of course, the backlash people like us sometimes go through when we’ve been placed in the public eye. There’s always some scandal going on.” Corrupt cops were probably no surprise to either of them really. And once the public sphere got a hold of that kind of information, they went wild with it. Elena had always made sure to keep on her toes and associate only with the right people, but it was inevitable that one day she would find herself entangled in something and get noticed for it. “I don’t think I ever told you or anyone for that matter, but Dad owns this massive multi-billion dollar company that contracts and manufactures weapons out the United States. He’s big leagues—he thinks this job is beneath me.” Granted, if Elena wanted to, she probably wouldn’t have found it that hard to locate work in another sphere. But this was what she did. This was what she was good at.
She enjoyed being a K9 Officer, contrary to her father’s belief that it was well below her station.
“I guess you can say I have problems with my family,” she admitted. “But I try to make it work. Like anyone else. He just doesn’t understand that I like what I do. But I guess my work does get in the way of things I want. I don’t exactly have much of a social life,” she muttered.
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Post by VINCENZO MORETTI on Nov 23, 2013 15:33:35 GMT -8
Vincenzo sat quietly as he listened to Elena nodding when appropriate. She was right about the whole scandal comment, he had never been so unlucky but have seen some coworkers get themselves in so sticky trouble. Oh course not all scandals were about crooked cops, most, but some were just blown up mistakes that one cop would do and not be able to get away from. In the end Vincenzo agreed that those cops had gotten themselves into the trouble with their actions but it was still a tricky subject.
The new information about her father was pretty interesting and had Vincenzo thinking. He didn’t really know what living with money felt like. He was raised by a hard working mother who could only keep up with half of what her kids needed. Of course Vincenzo never saw it as a problem, always willing to help his mom any way he could while taking part time jobs with other people. Even his dad’s place was no different, a little better, but everyone worked together to pay for bills and food. Now that he was on his own things were easier, but he still couldn’t imagine a family with as much money as Elena’s would have had.
Still money or not, making big money meant little to Vincenzo, what did matter was if you were happy with what you were doing. Vincenzo could tell, with the look in her eyes when she looked at her dog, or the the way she was back in the day, that she was happy with her choice. To Vincenzo what they were doing was important, everyone had their place in life, but being a police officer was something special to him. You lived to help and protect others who cannot protect themselves.
”I can understand a parent being worried about their child, that is a common thing. Yet because I’ve chosen this job as well I know what I am getting into and enjoy what I do. Being a police officer, even if it can be dangerous, we are working to not only protect others, but the ones we love one case at a time.” It might have been a little cheese, but he meant what he said. He finally finished off his coffee and donut, which had taken him a while, mostly because it wasn’t really to his taste, but this was where Elena had wanted to go. To sit here and talk was worth it for Vincenzo, he could deal with torturing his tastebuds for a little.
“It may take some time, but I bet your father understand, he’s probably just too worried to admit it?” It was a half statement, half question kind of sentence. Even though he wanted to be sure about it, he really did not know her father so he could only hope and guess for her. ”Either way, what about a social life do you feel that you may be missing out on? I’m not party goer, but if you need someone to, ah, be social with I may be of help?” Yea, he really was not good with the whole having a life thing either, but he know after his last break up that it was something he needed to work on.
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Post by ELENA J. ANDERSON on Nov 23, 2013 16:10:07 GMT -8
“Maybe,” Elena admitted softly, folding her hands, one over the other and staring down at her knuckles, knowing that wasn’t true at all. The look she had on her face was unreadable, but inside she felt somehow defeated at saying that small word, as if she knew it tasted a bitter lie on her tongue. She swallowed hard and then reached for her coffee again, more or less forcing a distraction upon herself and washing away the bitterness with the taste of vanilla, espresso and milk. “We don’t really talk about it in the way I want to,” she confessed. Really, conversations with her father were more one-sided than anything else. He talked; she listened. Sometimes she would attempt to say something and he would unintentionally barrel over whatever she wanted to say about it. Or worse, he wouldn’t understand what she was trying to say. Healthy communication was not a strong suit in her family tree. When it came down to it, she and her brothers were really all a little screwed up and stubborn enough not to discuss what made them all so angry. Even Elena could not consider herself exempt from that policy; when she was confronted by family politics she ran away. She hid out here in L.A., hoping it wouldn’t follow her.
Which was a stupid thing to do, because no matter where she went, blood was drawn to blood. It was impossible to escape family.
“Anyway. Thank you. For the offer. Honestly, I wouldn’t know the first thing I’m missing, which is probably the most embarrassing part. People have friends—I know I’m supposed to, but I’ve always been on my own. It’s hard to change something that’s been the same way for years.” She had recently met someone she might consider a friend, but Elena was not about to lie and say that she was absolutely certain. It was really up to Allison at this point. “I guess other people take time off work.” She laughed. “Is it bad that I’m the one that actually goes back in or deliberately asks for more hours? I mean I take my breaks. I go camping when I can help it, just to get out of the city. But it sometimes doesn’t feel right unless I’m focused on work.” She paused. “That offer though…I think I’ll take you up on it. It would be nice.”
She reached down and scratched Brooklyn behind the ears as he yawned again. “I’ll have to be careful with Goliath though. My other dog,” she explained. “He...he’s getting older. He gets tired so easily these days. But he should be okay if I’m gone for a few hours on certain days. You have any pets by the way?”
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Post by VINCENZO MORETTI on Nov 23, 2013 18:26:19 GMT -8
Vincenzo had no clue if he had done right in what he said and really wished there was an easier way to tell. Training or not, he was no mind reader, and even though he was taught how to read people, there were just some things to couldn’t ready. There were things that if a person did not want you to know then you wouldn’t be getting anything out of them. ”I don’t blame you.” Was his only comment to changing the way a person was, even if making friend was something a person should do, did not mean that it wasn’t hard to do. Even Vincenzo had a similar problem. He had people he knew and would talk to, but he really did not count them as friends, well maybe one or two, but it was still odd for him. To Vincenzo there was a lot of weight in the word friends, you needed to be able to talk and trust in each other. Friendship was as difficult as a romantic relationship. For Vincenzo, he knew that he had a very long way to go.
”I wouldn’t say that it was bad, I pretty much do the same thing. Just these past three days have been strange without having a case to work on.” Really all he had been able to do was unpack, meet a new neighbor and hit the gym. Even with those things to distract him he still had a hard time just relaxing, still thinking about when he would be able to get to work. Ah so she had another dog? Retired from what it sounds like, he was probably one of her partners before the dog she had now. Speaking of, Vincenzo glanced under the table to see the German Shepherd still relaxing. At least he seemed to be over glaring at Vincenzo, that was a good sign right?
”Camping? I haven’t been camping since I was a young teen, went once with my father and cousin.” and sister, but Vincenzo was not ready to go down that road and decided to protect himself from any questions about his siblings. ”Yes I do have one, a cat, she was left over from a past.. ah well relationship and I’ve just kept her since. She’s an Egyptian Mau, I call her Caprina. I’ve always been more of a dog person, but we get along well and I’ve never had a problem with her.” Yep a dog person for sure with how many strays he used to pick up as a boy, but he had never gotten one of his own since moving out on his own. He knew he didn’t have the time a dog may need, or it was more like he didn’t know how to make the time. Something he would need to learn if he ever got that family he wanted.
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Post by ELENA J. ANDERSON on Nov 24, 2013 10:53:33 GMT -8
“Only once?” Something in Elena’s eyes flashed. She smiled and tore a piece of her bear claw off to pop it in her mouth before leaning back in her seat and taking another sip of her coffee. Camping might as well be the only time Elena managed to escape the hustle of L.A. and work. Sometimes they were her only vacations all year long, and there was something relaxing about isolating yourself in nature and relying entirely upon yourself. "You’re missing out Vincenzo; you should fix that while you’re in L.A. The city might be busy, but they have a few nice campgrounds nearby if you’re ever interested. I recommend them for when you want to get away from the noise, but maybe you don’t mind it so much. I usually take my dogs with me when I go though, not sure what you could do with your cat.” She was faintly amused that he even had a cat to begin with. She’d never considered Vincenzo a cat person, but his explanation helped. Elena shrugged. “Well at least you got a free cat out of it, huh?” Some company was better than none, but there had to be a silver lining to every bad relationship. His just happened to be an unexpected pet.
“Anyway, Vincenzo, I wouldn’t worry too much about the lack of a case load at the moment.” She snorted and glanced back over at the front of the shop, eyeing a few of the donuts. Maybe she could get a box to go and take one or two to work with her every morning. “Really. They’ll have you drowning in it soon. The department gets the weirdest calls lately, and even people that are usually gung-ho for it like me need breaks because of it. There have just been so many wild rumors flying around lately. None of it can possibly be true of course, but witnesses screaming about monsters and needing therapy and—oh the fires. This city has had a disturbing number of buildings burn down recently. I've been on a few scenes with my dogs and we can't really peg it on a type of arsonist either but point is, you'll have your workload. Don't worry."
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Post by VINCENZO MORETTI on Nov 24, 2013 11:21:49 GMT -8
Once, twice, the case was that Vincenzo and camping never really got together much. Now Vincenzo had nothing against it, but also had little knowledge of how it was done. He remember the camp fire, his sister overly excited about making s’mores. Fishing for dinner, and just little things like that. With his father there he really had no worries and really Vincenzo doubt he would enjoy being alone on a camping trip, at least Elena had her dogs. She also brought up a good point, what about his cat? Then again maybe he would be able to ask his neighbor to feed Caprina. It wouldn’t be a hard task, he could give her the key and she could pop in, leave food for the cat and be done with it.
”I’ll have to think about it, not sure if leaving me out in the wild alone is really the best idea.” He didn’t add to the comment of the free cat thing, since it wasn’t really true. He had gotten the cat as a present for his girlfriend, but that hadn’t worked out the way he planned. Vincenzo watched as Elena glanced over at the donuts, he smiled at the action and made a mental note that he would grab her a box before they left, seeing that she really liked the things. Also it could be his way of thanking her for putting up with him during the tour and even now.
”I look forward to it, I enjoy the work, not every case is solvable, but I do make a good effort in piecing together ever case I get as well as I can.” He really did like his job and couldn’t wait to get back to work, but those stories were something to worry about. He had thought that someone was just pulling his leg back in New York when the rumors even reached that far. Now that he heard it from Elena he really wonder how much were really just rumors?
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Post by ELENA J. ANDERSON on Nov 24, 2013 12:19:47 GMT -8
Elena glanced over at him for a moment, losing her smile. “Just prepare yourself, Vincenzo,” she said, looking almost tired for a moment. “I’ve seen a lot of cases myself and I’ve been through more than enough to show for it.” She’d lost a dog, she’d been shot, and almost stabbed. She bore scars, some more visible than others because of each incident, but Elena never one considered her job overwhelming or hard to understand. Lately though, she didn’t know what to think. The things she sometimes heard from the other departments and the rumors and the problems that sometimes cropped up in her own cases—it was almost as madness was creeping up on the city and infecting its citizens. She knew the rumors couldn’t be true, but so many at once? “Just be safe, Vin. Things happen.” It was the first time she shortened his name into one that wasn’t such a mouthful. “I don’t know most of the other detectives in our precinct, but it might be a good idea to test the waters and talk to them.” She shrugged and then muttered, “It couldn’t hurt.”
Elena folded her arms behind her head and leaned back in her seat again, purposely changing the subject. “Anyway, Vin, remind me to take you to the shooting range later. You used to be a good shot, but I never had the opportunity to challenge you back at the Academy.” She met his gaze, a mischievous twinkle in her eye. “I’ve gotten better, you know. And it might be fun to test just how much by comparing your aim with mine. I guess I had no choice. Like I said, things happen while you’re on a job. Y’know after the first time you get hurt you learn to not only toughen up or get out, but you force yourself to get better too. I’d like to think I’ve gotten better, but we can let the target dummies at the range be the judge of that.”
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Post by VINCENZO MORETTI on Nov 24, 2013 17:29:44 GMT -8
She sounded worried, though Vincenzo wasn’t sure if her worry was in general because of the danger of the job, or because she was worried about his personal safety. Then again maybe, just maybe he was reading too far into it. She was worried, that was enough to go by, but now he felt that he needed to do something to ease her worry, not that he could really think of anything. The most he could do was agree with what she was saying, yes things can get tricky, yes he would be careful. ”I’ve had some.. odd cases before, but yes I will do my utmost best to be careful. I’ve been shot before, and I rather not know what the feels like ever again.” Though he knew with his luck there was a chance it would happen again, something he was sadly prepared for, at least mentally.
Rumors or not Elena was right, he needed to check some things out, talk to a few people and get a feeling for what they knew and how to apply it to what he could do. Just because the job was dangerous or tricky did not mean that he was going to turn tail and run. No, he would always fight to do his best and be that protector. ”I’ll look into it tomorrow, see if someone can give me a look at some past cases and what not.” The best he could do was let her know that he would follow her advice, and while he was at that, ”You be careful too? I just got here and would hate to have a friend get hurt when I just arrived.” Could he call her a friend? He wasn’t sure but since they had some history it just felt right. At least he knew that she would correct him if she didn’t feel the same way.
”So looking for a bit of a challenge? Why not, I haven’t had to measure my talent since the academy. I want to say that I’ve gotten better but it can be hard to tell when you were the best in the class.” Although he spoke the truth that last sentence was spoken with a hint of playfulness. He might have been good, but he never used it to his advantage or looked down on anyone else in the class. ”Maybe we could make a bet, winner, does something, not really sure what, but I bet we can think of something.”
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Post by ELENA J. ANDERSON on Nov 24, 2013 18:26:10 GMT -8
Elena absently brought her hand to her shoulder again, almost unaware that she was doing it when Vincenzo mentioned that he’d been shot. It had become something of a habit after she took that bullet, more out of blunt shock that it had happened at all rather than genuine phantom pangs. She could still remember the first time she peeled her hand back and saw the sticky, red color coating her fingers, and ever since, the action seemed to follow her through life. The memory itself faded with time, but her body remembered better than her mind did. The subconscious was a tricky creature. It would not let her forget. Nonetheless, her brow rose and she snorted at his request. “Don’t worry about me Vin. Brooklyn has my back, even when I’m not looking myself. Right, Brooklyn?” She smirked when the German Shepherd let loose with a loud bark that jarred some of the people in the coffee shop. Though his response was immediate, the dog lay his head back on his paws a few seconds later, his eyes beginning to close. Elena supposed that she had been chatting with Vincenzo for a while now, and that very soon they were both overdue to get back to the station and resume their respective jobs. She had a mountain of reports to go through and double check.
However, her eyes lit up anyway as she rested her chin on top of her knuckles. “Is that so? Well then. I agree. We’ll make a bet of it. Winner—” she paused, thinking for a moment. “You know what? Loser buys dinner for the winner after work some time, even if it’s the fanciest place in town. We can count that as being social to some extent too, so it works. What do you say, Vin? Or are you worried your aim might not be as good as it used to be?” Elena tensed however, a beeper going off at her belt. She sighed, unlatched it and pulled it up and into the light. “Hm. We need to get back soon, but hey. The challenge still stands. We on?”
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