THIRD ENTRY [VIDEO]

[keepsthemsafe]

[Post This Shane is sitting in a common room. Serious.

It's worth noting that he's wearing a uniform. A sheriff uniform. He went out and got drunk see, so he's trying to just figure things out. Those of you who might pass by, if you're in the neighborhood will note he reeks of alcohol.]

How many of you are actual law enforcement professionals, former, retired, here for rehabilitation or whatever. No disrespect t'anybody who's workin' outside the law for justice. Lord knows I earned my stripes on a wing and a prayer but...

[Megamind got to him.

He never thought he'd actually be doing this. It feels so weird. He'd left this, the idea of law and order behind but oh god he needs normalacy, he needs people that aren't blue with giant heads that think he's an animal. Ever seen the Matrix where Neo realizes just how screwed he is and he throws up? Shane is close to that.]

I'm curious.


And t'those of you not here for rehabilitation who happen to hold these particular credentials and are...wardens... I would like to speak with you. Privately.


[Private, triple locked to Batman.]


...Bruce Wayne? Billionare Bruce Wayne? [It's a shot in the dark]

[and then he continues]

Comments

Voice

[darknessb4me]

Military.

[voice]

[je_suis_avec_toi]

Of a sort. I don't know the equivalent in modern language. I was a diplomat and part of Le Secret du Roi.

[spam?]

[twooutoften]

[He'd meant to follow up after. Tommy doesn't get many potential friendlies, let alone friends in general; when he gets a whiff of the guy with the gun he figures he should probably go say hi.

And then the wave of booze hits him. There's a momentary expression of distaste, just because it's so damn strong to his canine nose, but he's spent enough time in a bar that it's manageable. At least it's only one guy. So he strides on over, posture every inch a wannabe-alpha that can't back up the claim, neutral but friendly expression in place, and actually fully dressed this time. Ratty t-shirt and old jeans over well-used boots, but hey. Dressed is dressed, and he's not about to break out the Merlotte's t-shirt yet.]

Yeah, guess that about makes sense.

[The uniform. Explains the gun, explains the fact that he was trying to help, more or less.]

Ship gettin' to you already, I'm guessin'.

[not here]

[megamind]

[ Oh God he's an inmate cop. This just gets better and better. He'll be drawing some arrowed lines between CRAZIES and WILDCARDS on his chart now. ]

[timesbureaucrat]

My occupation often involved enforcing certain types of laws, although I wouldn't say that I was in any way equivalent to a police officer. [That's the Chancellery Guard. And the Celestial Intervention Agency and the Chancellery Guard don't exactly get along.] More like a federal agent.

[batmanschmatman]

I was a cop for two years, but I've been working in law enforcement since I was nine.

private; voice

[theonlyresponse]

[Hey Shane. Recognise this voice? It's that guy you met in the gym and you thought he was James Bond.] Yes?

[toldinthebook]

I'm a Sheriff. [ Always am, never was as she plans on getting back there ] And a Warden.