Post by Deleted on Mar 1, 2015 2:54:06 GMT
608 words
for @peyton
notes: lets see where this goes!
STRIVING FOR THAT PERFECTION
Kentucky to California, it didn't get any more dramatic than that. He had just settled into his countryside home outside of the city limits. He may have sucked it up to move into the excitement of purchasing Rose Park Stables, but he hadn't forgotten his countryside roots to move downtown into a high rise apartment. That just simply wasn't his style. He put the Ford F-250 into park and patted Riley on the head. The golden retriever whined slightly as he went to follow him out of the cab, but was stopped with a halted hand. "Hold it there Ri, windows are down and I'll only be a sec. Besides, I don't think the police officers inside will abide your furry presence." Riley huffed as if he understood, but he simply understood that he was being left behind. With one final pat, he closed the door and straightened his 5'10" frame and squared his shoulders to take in the building before.
It was the local law enforcement office and even he was slightly annoyed to even be here, but when there was hooligans vandalizing things on your property it was better to suck it up and report it before things got out of hand. He knew the home that he'd just moved into had been vacant for a long period of time and kids had assumed they could just camp out and tag his property, but he was of a different mind - granted he'd gotten a great price for the house so he couldn't complain majorly. He was officially moved in now and had begun renovations, which the hooligans now thought was new materials to play with and he wasn't having it. He didn't waste time or money and with a steely determination to see things were made right he moved forward to the doors.
He stepped into the main lobby as the air conditioning washed over him in a soothing balm. Things were definitely a bit drier here than in Kentucky, but he shrugged it off and assumed he'd adjust soon, but silently wished he'd opted for shorts rather than his faded and worn denim jeans. He took his simple grey cotton shirt and shook it slightly in a cooling fashion to wipe the slight perspiration off of his brow and ran a hand over his five o'clock shadow. He made a mental note to shave in the next few days as his slate grey eyes took in the lobby, looking for where he needed to take his formal complaint.
He moved towards the front desk with a confident and easy stride, closing the distance from the door in mere seconds. He had places to be and things to do as he went through his mental checklist. He smiled at the woman at the desk, hoping inwardly that this would be a smooth and painless process. The quicker this was filed and finished...the better. He paused at the desk and placed his arms casually on the desk. "Excuse me mam," he said with his slight Kentucky drawl,"I need to file a vandalism complaint. Do you know what the process is so I can get this situation taken care of?" His voice was calm, low and even as his right eyebrow arched up in question, his lips pursed slightly in serious thought. Please...let this be an easy fix... he begged silently and checked his watch briefly nothing the time. Quarter after 9am. He might have time to go over to the coffee shop or a local food joint and actually eat if this went quickly and his stomach grumbled in approval.
