One ~ Introductions.

[officerrenaldi]

[Carla's been here since the flood folks. She's been here since the flood and you might have seen her walking around in her policeman's uniform. With her hands behind her she looks...far too professional for it to be normal. Her badge is polished, hair professional.]

I have been reading through the network, I have seen the psychosis, and I don't...don't give a shit.

The sheer number of people bitching is outmatched only by the number of people telling others to shut the fuck up.

However, as a duly appointed representative of the Undead Task Force and by extension the LAPD I am... [she drops her hands slightly, hitting against her knee.] here to inform you that as a warden I will listen, I will care, and I will do this job to the best of my ability. Human, meta human, insect, reptilian, vampiric, or undead, we at the UTF feel that you are entitled to all due protection under the law. I'm Carla Renaldi and I am here to- [she rolls her eyes] make sure all of you are safe.

[She looks distinctly uncomfortable for a moment before she shuts the feed off.]

Comments

[lovewheniwin.livejournal.com]

Well, that's certainly a welcome sentiment to hear, Miss Renaldi.

What does LAPD stand for, exactly?

[officerrenaldi.livejournal.com]

The Los Angeles Police Department.

[She doesn't relax, but having someone respect the job she's here to do is pretty big and important.]

It's Officer Renaldi.

[lovewheniwin.livejournal.com]

Aaah, a police officer. My apologies.

[His smile grows]

What's your rank, officer?

[officerrenaldi.livejournal.com]

Sargeant.

[well gosh this is easy]

And you are? Sir?

[lovewheniwin.livejournal.com]

Commander Lyle T. Rourke.

[Behold, he has a rank too!]

[officerrenaldi.livejournal.com]

I see.

[nodnod] ...Warden?

[lovewheniwin.livejournal.com]

[His smile grew a bit more.]

Not at present, though it was probably due to a clerical error.

[officerrenaldi.livejournal.com]

[all the eyebrow raising]

A clerical error?


[Carla has an excellent game face. It comes from dealing with crack addicts and prostitutes and people who are illicit lawbreakers. It also comes from looking someone in the eye when they've been bitten by a zombie and know-for a fact-that they are about to die.


she is not fooled one iota]

I see.


[Translation: Ah, so you're a "Federal" prisoner. White collar crime maybe or military crime.]

[lovewheniwin.livejournal.com]

[Rourke recognizes that look all too well. He's seen much the same during his time in war.

He continues his casual banter, clearly not trying to keep up that facade.]

Not really, but I have faith in you. So, what brought you here?

[officerrenaldi.livejournal.com]

A little bit of this and a little bit of that. Casual change of scenery.

[she shrugs] You?

[lovewheniwin.livejournal.com]

Honestly, I couldn't say. [Cause no one has his file yet...which he wants.]

I'm fairly certain I should be dead yet, from what I hear, this place is like a detour of sorts.

[officerrenaldi.livejournal.com]

That's what I was told. Rather then passing go and collecting 200 dollars you're taken directly to jail.

[John-John had made that joke.]

How do you like it so far?

[lovewheniwin.livejournal.com]

Honestly, it's far from what I'd consider a jail, but I'm not about to complain about it.

I've seen prisons where meals are whatever is unlucky enough to crawl into the cell with you.

[private]

[feels-no-love.livejournal.com]

You come from a world where such beings all live in relative harmony...?

We should talk at some point.

[He glances off camera as if listening to someone and rolls his eyes.]

Re: [private]

[officerrenaldi.livejournal.com]

[Carla snorts] Not, relative harmony but it's better to make friends with things that are about to kill you as opposed to try and advocate their complete destruction.

[She...doesn't sound like she fully believes in this, but Carla wants to do good and therefore tow the party line.]

[private]

[feels-no-love.livejournal.com]

"Things"...?

I see. We are still "things" to you despite what you have professed.

Well, at least you're not like those damned maniac Hunters who murder my people and call themselves heroes.

Re: [private]

[officerrenaldi.livejournal.com]

[crap]

...Zombies mostly.

.....I don't care who or what you are. You still have rights and protection under the law-so long as that law is obeyed on both sides.


Personal feelings nonwithstanding. I'm on the job. I don't judge.

[private]

[feels-no-love.livejournal.com]

Zombies? That sounds...smelly.

My apologies. Living here for eight months has left me a bit tired of those to whom I am merely a monster. I am supposed to recognize their personhood, but they do not recognize mine.

Re: [private]

[officerrenaldi.livejournal.com]

...I see.

[personal feelings nonwithstanding.]

...My rules are simple. People-any people-follow the rules they get my respect. People don't follow the rules we have a problem. I'm here to do a job. Not judge you.

[private]

[feels-no-love.livejournal.com]

We should get along all right then. I have followed the laws of the land as they stand here for all eight months. It has not been easy, but I respect the need for it.

Re: [private]

[officerrenaldi.livejournal.com]

[he nods]

Fair enough.

[batmanschmatman]

The Undead Task Force?

[officerrenaldi.livejournal.com]

LA's UTF. "We're protecting you from supernatural forces in the community".

[she twitches] I'm fully aware of how ridiculous this sounds, but we maintain the werewolf watch, handle zombie attacks, and keep an eye on the vampire gangs.

This is a new development mind.

[batmanschmatman]

I was going to say, it's been a couple years since I was in LA, but I don't remember that kind of stuff running around last time I was there.

[officerrenaldi.livejournal.com]

It's a recent development. About a year ago actually. [she can still remember it.] we get a call for a 419 to the Griffeth Park Cemetary? Zombies.


[It's interesting how cavalier he is about this] ...Zombies man. I shot John wayne in the face.