Future job

[thoth=http://i.imgur.com/3GtjtM3.png]It was safe to say that not just anyone could walk in and demand a meeting with the chief of police. Hell, Angelo was a police officer and he'd have a hard time getting time with the chief of police. It simply wasn't how it worked.

And any time someone asked to see the chief, it meant they got whatever cop was on duty, whose job it was to figure out if they had an actual reason or not.

A few minutes after Celestial asked the receptionist for 'whoever was in charge', Angelo emerged out into the lobby of the police station. He was in uniform, which made it pretty clear he was a police officer, but the literal mane of hair that reached past his waist was far from professional. He liked his hair, and he was thankful that the police didn't have much of a dress code past uniforms. If he'd had to have cut it to get a job? Well, he might not be working with the police at all.

He couldn't even say he was surprised when there was a girl standing there (highschool, probably?) wearing a blindfold. That sort of thing would have been downright bizarre in New York, but on the Manta Carlos Islands it didn't even rate. Her eyes probably wept blood if she opened them or something weird.

The bow and arrow were a bit weird, but they were on her back, so he let himself relax, approaching her. There was no way to tell if she was actually blind with the blindfold, so he opted to avoid a handshake entirely, just in case she was.

"'Lo. Name's Angelo Genovese, the receptionist said you wanted to speak to an officer?" Straight to the point. He was on the job, and he did have things to do.
[/thoth] @"Eclipseninja" </div></div>

[thoth=http://i.imgur.com/3GtjtM3.png]"Unfortunately, no can do. Chief's a busy guy - if you've got important enough stuff for him, then maybe you can talk to him later, but if everyone who wanted to talk to him got to, there'd be no end to it." He had enough stuff to do without having to talk to random civilians.

Angelo moved over, pulling open the door deeper into the station. "A conference room then." He wasn't clear on why she was going to get a headache, but he supposed it was probably something power related. Why else would she wear a blindfold? Probably something overwhelming her senses, or something weird like that.

Assuming she followed, he'd guide her along to a rather plain conference room - no one way mirror or anything, just a basic desk and a few seats on either side of it, once of which he grabbed before gesturing her to sit down, unclear on if she could see or not. "Grab a seat and let me know what you needed to talk about." Nothing bad, she'd said, only he wasn't entirely clear what else someone would come to the police station for.
[/thoth] @"Eclipseninja" </div></div>

[thoth=http://i.imgur.com/Df91J9s.png]So she wasn't blind. Or maybe she was blind. He couldn't really tell anymore. Maybe she had been blind, but navigated some other way with the blindfold off? He couldn't tell. Maybe someone who had lived on the island their whole life might have a better idea, but he sure as hell didn't.

His thoughts were mostly confusion at first - idle wonderings about what he was going to be asked. And then, as Celestial explained why they were there, his thoughts took on a much different shape - one of secondhand embarassment. What he thought wasn't going to help her much, because what he was thinking was really just what he was saying, but a few seconds earlier, and with the occasional 'kids these days' mixed in.

"One: No. Two: Still no. The police force absolutely won't accept anyone who isn't at least of legal age. You are a minor. For another, we aren't going to accept anyone without the equivalent of a highschool diploma. For yet another thing, you seem to have no idea what being a cop is really about. If I have to pull my gun once a week, that means it's a really shitty week. If I have to shoot it once a week, that means I'm doing a fucking terrible job at defusing the situation." He almost added in something about no police department using bows, but he supposed if someone had some kind of bow-related power, it might at least be plausible.

"Go back to school. Finish school. Take a year or two of criminology or law or something related. And then the police department will take a look at you." And not a single second before, because, if anything, coming in like this was only going to make her look silly. He'd be doing her a favor by not noting it down at all.
[/thoth] @EclipseNinja </div></div>

[thoth=http://i.imgur.com/3GtjtM3.png]Angelo had never in his life been so tested. That's what this had to be, wasn't it? A test. He was being tested, to see if he could maintain his composure. Good god it was hard. He was mostly managing to keep a straight face, only the corners of his mouth kept twitching up, and his sides ached from holding in his laughter. How was he not supposed to laugh? It was like every teenager ever had just rolled into the station, demanding that they be taken seriously because they weren't like other teenagers. They were special snowflakes who were somehow above the law and the rules.

"Unless you're rich, you don't need a job to support yourself. The school provides dorm and meal plans to all students. Unless you failed out rather than graduating, you can head straight on up to college for crimonology. So, where is your diploma? Because you can't become a cop without one." For god's sake, even he had managed to get through high school.

Her challenge was a bit too much, and he had to turn away, lips pressed tightly together until he managed to get himself back under control.

"Oh no your highness. I apologize. How could I not realize that I was in the presence of someone so much more important than every other highschool student? Should I grovel?" His tone was obvious sarcasm, but he stood anyway. So shoot him, if it was a test, he'd failed. "Then your test will be to convince the person who would have say in the hiring. I'm sure she'll be delighted to have someone with a skill so useful as archery."

He was out the door and off towards Kiara's office, knocking hard on the door before leaning in.

"If this was a test, you made it too obvious. If it wasn't a test, the second coming of Jesus Christ is here to grace you with her presence, and wants to become a police officer." That was about as accurate a description as he was going to be able to manage without doubling over from laughter.
[/thoth] @"Eclipseninja", @"Sashi" </div></div>