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[disamtyler.livejournal.com]

What was the point of that...that...

[a laugh]

Why? Why am I even asking, questioning this...this place.

I am sick to bloody death of "Paradisa", and I'm not just going to sit around and...and do nothin'!

[Filter;]
I'm sure most of you want to work, to make a difference. I know you Gene [ahem] Guv, want to put some law into this place.

So let's do it, let's establish a Police Force here. I'm game.

Oh and Guv, I don't mind workin' under you BUT...you have to listen to us. I know you trust your hunches but, trust us as well, OK?


[ooc: ok so the filter is to anyone who has policing experience, not just people Sam knows]

Comments

[abadgirl.livejournal.com]

Oh my god.

Oh. My. God.

You're sick of Para? YOU? SICK OF PARADISA? OF ALL THINGS?

Well tie me up and spank me, everyone, this guy is SICK of Paradisa. I KNOW! Shocking!

[swig of beer goes here]

FUCK are you retarded or what?

[disamtyler.livejournal.com]

Yes, it's shockin', what's more "Shockin'" is the fact you obviously failed to read everything.

Selective reading, what a wonderful thing you "clever" people have.

[abadgirl.livejournal.com]

[giggles]

I never claimed to be smart, you know. I am the castle's token drunk slut, you retard.

[disamtyler.livejournal.com]

[heh] Right, until another one arrives? Don't worry though, you'll be special until then.

[he laughs]

Do you even know your name?

[abadgirl.livejournal.com]

Aww, calling me special, that's so sweet of you!

Nooope, actually. I THINK I know it, but I won't know for sure until someone from my life pops up to confirm. Until then? Call me Bad Girl.

[disamtyler.livejournal.com]

Sweetest mad-man you'll ever meet.

So...instead of a name, you picked a decription.

Whatever works.

You can call me Sam, or "Retarded Bloke" if that suits you better.

[abadgirl.livejournal.com]

Sounds like it.

I didn't pick it, someone else did. It's just my job to live up to it, eheheeheeee.

Sam it is.

Gene Team Filter

[dci-gene-hunt.livejournal.com]

'Scuse me for 'avin' a bloody ounce of sense Tyler, but since when did our little plan involve recruiting fucking nutters from the fucking planet of the soddin' Clangers?

Gene Team Filter

[disamtyler.livejournal.com]

Not everyone here is like that Guv. You've met Peter, I'm sure there are others like him.

But alright, you're the boss, it's up to you. I just want to do some work around here.

Gene Team Filter

[dci-gene-hunt.livejournal.com]

No yanks, no fairies, no aliens, no fucked up shit.

[I think the latter there will cover all bases Gene so eloquently tarred with the same brush]

I don't give a rat's arse if they can wield a friggin' power sword from fucking Narnia.

Gene Team Filter

[detectivedrake.livejournal.com]

I feel exactly the same as you do, Sam, for the record-- stagnating in this 'place' is doing none of us any good.

[hmm and she won't be commenting on anything else]

Gene Team Filter

[disamtyler.livejournal.com]

Have to keep fightin'. Can't let this place win us over.

Gene Team Filter

[detectivedrake.livejournal.com]

That's what I keep telling myself.

[and she's talking about more than just Paradisa here, though Sam's about the only person who could understand that]

[queendramabitch.livejournal.com]

What are you thinking of doing, then?

[disamtyler.livejournal.com]

I want to do some real work Lucy, instead of just sitting around.

If I have to stay here then I might as well do something productive.

[queendramabitch.livejournal.com]

It does get very tedious here, doesn't it? Do you have anything in mind?

Law Enforcement Filter

[malachor-echoed.livejournal.com]

Exactly what kind of force do you have in mind?

Law Enforcement Filter

[disamtyler.livejournal.com]

Some kind of Police Force, just to put some kind of Law into this place.

Hell knows I need somethin' to do and I can't just do nothin'.

Law Enforcement Filter

[malachor-echoed.livejournal.com]

I can offer my services for that, if you do.