DICK PRESCOTT
Chimera
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Post by DICK PRESCOTT on Aug 19, 2021 21:08:40 GMT
 ━ our worst day is where we start from, where we rise from━
BEING back state side was surreal to say the least. After spending the majority of his life overseas, being back in the states didn't sit right with him, not like it used to. Granted he had been back for a little over two years now, but even with all that time that had passed, it still felt empty, full of regret. Everyone had the same problems, but with him, it was way more than that. Every single night he relived that fateful night. The one mission that changed him forever. It was supposed to be a quick in and out, a surveillance mission at most. Intel came in and they were to get as much information as they could, and then leave. That was it, simple and easy. He had done tons of these types of missions before no problem. Except, this particular mission didn't go as planned.
The absolute unexpected happened. Dick and his fellow soldiers were ambushed, enemies coming from all over. Dick managed to make it out after pulling some of his fellow soldiers to safety, but not before losing all but one of them in the process. Dick tried his damndest to save them all, but by the time he had pulled them out of harm's way... all but one had all succumbed to their wounds. All but one. He was only able to save the one. One. That's it. All the faces of the soldiers who didn't make it were burned into his mind. Their faces when they breathed their last breath were a permanent imprint in his mind and no amount of sleep, therapy, or medications would remove them. He would have to live with his failure for the rest of his life.
After that fateful day, he was never the same. What was going to be an easy in and out turned into something much worse and he couldn't help but feel as though it was a set up. Something didn't sit right with him and he would live with that for the rest of his life. That failed mission had rocked him hard and he knew the only sensible thing to do, the one thing that would keep him sane, was to leave and never look back. He couldn't even look himself in the mirror after that day. Dick Prescott had enough. He was given medals for his bravery on that mission, but he didn't see it that way. After that last mission, he was honorably discharged from the Marine Corps. With that, he left, heading back to the states and never looked back.
It had been two years or so since he was discharged from the military, since he had moved back into his childhood home in Mystic Falls. It wasn’t an easy decision to return to the town to which held so much pain and guilt inside of him, but it was familiar and he knew that if there was any place his brother would hopefully return to… it was Mystic Falls. Having not seen his little brother since their father's funeral put that much more weight upon his shoulders. He should have protected his baby brother better, should have believed him, but he hadn't, and not he was reaping the consequences.
It was needless to say that he wanted his brother back in his life because ever since that mission his life had been nothing but utter shit. Not to mention that his job was fucking terrible – he somehow managed to get a job working as a bounty hunter and was responsible for the “safe” apprehension of criminal fugitives who have posted bail, but have failed to appear in court. But it was something he could do on his own terms and didn’t have to follow anyone’s rules. It gave him the freedom to do as he pleased, something he had grown to appreciate after spending so many years in the military, life accustomed to rules and structure.
Nevertheless, he was back in his hometown, still not a word from his little brother. Being back two years bow and after countless attempts to track him down and he still was left empty handed. It was frustrating as hell and he couldn't help but wonder if something had happened to him, something bad. If that were the case, he wasn't so sure he would be able to forgive himself. A sigh escaped his lips as he jogged down the streets of Mystic Falls, no particular location in mind.
However, like most things in his life, not even a simple jog through town was eventless. His phone rang, work was calling. Dick sighed as he stopped dead in his tracks and answered the phone. Apparently Mystic Falls Police Department needed some assistance in apprehending a criminal who was on the run. Peachy. That's what he got for being damn good at his job. Reading the last known location of the suspect, Dick took off in that direction. The sooner he caught the bastard the sooner he could continue his run. It didn't take him long until he found a guy matching the description he was given hiding, looking out of breath from running. "You criminals sure pick the shittiest places to hide." He spoke, approaching the guy who snapped his head towards him, whipping out a knife in the process. All Dick could do was raise an eyebrow. "A knife? Seriously?" They could never just go easy. Dick watched the guy carefully and when he least expected it, Dick lunged forever, knocking the guy to the ground and promptly stripping the knife from his hand in the process. 'I'll kill you!' He screamed and all Dick could do was roll his eyes as he wrestled him to the ground, sufficiently pinning him in place. "Oh shut up." He said as he pulled out his phone, calling MFPD to come and pick up the guy who was still yelling profanities at him, trying his damnest to get free. With the grip he had on him, the dude wasn't going anywhere.
Now all he could do was wait.
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ARES PATERA
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Post by ARES PATERA on Oct 3, 2021 17:48:32 GMT
Days without Claire could be a misery on the job. Outside of it Ares was happy with his own company, always had been, but the minute the clock started ticking it was like he needed that presence at his side, looking over his shoulder – keeping him sane. For the first 30 years of his life that presence had been Eros. Quieter, steadier, less like to spew in Vesuvius like ways when a situation got sticky. The cool to his heat, his counterbalance. The decision not to reup with the Marines had been a mutual one but still, Eros going off to Whitmore had felt like a limb had been cut away. The balance was gone, there was no check to stop that heat when it wanted to build – until Claire.
The first half of his shift Ares had sat in the driver’s seat of his patrol car, not far from Wickery Bridge. Watching the road like a prisoner waiting for the hangman to appear. Head lolled back against the headrest, seat kicked back as far as it could go, fingers a restless drum on the steering wheel. If it wasn’t for the house sucking in every penny he made like a rural blackhole, he wouldn’t have picked up the extra shifts but there was that list in his shirt pocket. As heavy as a damn anvil on his chest, mocking him for the decision not to just find himself some poky but serviceable apartment in town. Like he’d have known the difference after a decade of always being in quarters somewhere.
That restlessness had begun to boil hours in, teeth tearing slivers of skin off of his lower lip, each sting a moment distraction, knee bopping up and down, almost knocking the radio from its cradle as a car tore across the bridge in front of him. It whipped past, his patrol car rocking on its suspension. Ares twisted the keys, stomped on the accelerator to fishtail off of the side of the road. In seconds he was on the guy’s trail, lights flashing, sirens wailing, him stiff in the driver’s seat, hovering on a razor’s edge of concentration as he peeled a hand off the wheel to thumb on the radio. ”Unit 3 in pursuit of a speeding vehicle. Approaching town from Wickery Bridge … license plate is…” He reeled it off, glimpses snatched of it through the trees, the car and its driver just blurs in between.
It hadn’t take more than two minutes for the response to come back. Wanted for armed robbery in West Virginia. A botched liquor store robbery that had left the owner in the hospital, a tube in his chest to drain the lung the guy punctured. Ares cursed, put out a call for all units. The town wasn’t that big, there was gonna be nowhere for him to run if they blocked the roads out.
Still …
Ares screeched into an alleyway off the square after the guy, stomped the brake as he took a tight turn and came within an inch of ramming the back of the guy’s abandoned car. His lights filled the alley with that wash of red and blue light but there was no sign of the guy. He hadn’t gotten back past him, he had to be out there somewhere. ”Suspect has taken off on foot. I’m going after him … back of the square behind the Grill, heading west.” Weapon drawn Ares took off, a cautious rush down the nest of alleys and backstreets, the radio on his shoulder a low buzz.
A break then, what seemed like an hour long. A bounty hunter in town calling in his location. He had the guy. Something in that grated at Ares but he was only two blocks away. Feet pounding he raced for the place, hearing the profanities spilling out when he was just a block out. Ares ducked down the alley that ran along the back of a warehouse. He approached, weapon still extended it, only dropping it an inch as he approached. ”Sheriff’s department,” he called out, despite the uniform making it obvious. You never went in without announcing yourself that was a quick way to get dead. ”He armed? You armed?” His gaze remained on the guy being pinned. The threat as far as he was concerned. ”You’re a bounty hunter right?” Just doing his civic duty … or expecting some sort of pay day considering this guy was on the run from the law.
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DICK PRESCOTT
Chimera
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Post by DICK PRESCOTT on Nov 27, 2021 4:23:48 GMT
━ our worst day is where we start from, where we rise from━
DICK was damn good at his job as a bounty hunter, an even better soldier. It's why he had joined in the first place, because he knew he would thrive under structure. Not to mention the fact that he had nothing else going for him in his life the time he joined, so joining the military seemed like the only logical choice for him at the time. Of course, his time spent in the military hadn't been all that it had been cracked up to be, what he thought it would be like. Dick hadn't expected to grow even colder, to have lost his entire team of men in the field in the blink of an eye, but that's what had happened. That night had changed him forever, had made him see the world for what it truly was - dark and filled with absolutely nothing. No light at the end of the tunnel, no hope for the future, because that was something his men didn't get the chance to get. He should have done more, should have been a better leader. He would have to live with that regret for the rest of his life.
Bounty hunting had only been a job for him, a means of survival. Something to help pay the bills, to get by. It wasn't his life long dream of his to become a bounty hunter, to chase down criminal scum. The only reason he chose this job was because he knew he would be good at it and that he was on his own schedule. Corporate life wasn't for him. Sitting in a tiny cubicle all day everyday would drive him insane, would make him restless. Not to mention that it would give him time to think, and thinking was sometimes the worst thing Dick could do, because he was instantly reminded of that night and once he starting going down that hole, there was no stopping the guilty and emotions he felt soon after. Working in the capacity he did kept those thoughts at bay - it kept him focused on anything else.
Which is all he could ask for.
'I'm going to kill you when I get free!' The sound of the guy's empty threats made Dick roll his eyes. Looking down at the guy he only pressed his boot down firmer into his back, causing him to groan in pain. "I'm shaking in my boots." He said plainly, clearly not scared of his little threat. What made this guy think he could honestly take him in a fight after having subdued him in seconds? Clearly the guy wasn't smart, then again, that much was obvious from his life choices. Dick glanced down at his watch, it had been nearly ten minutes since he had radioed in that he had the guy. Punctuality was clearly not a trait of the Mystic Falls Sheriff's Department, that was for damn sure. Damn could they hurry the hell up so he could go home?
Moments later and Dick heard footsteps approaching. "About time," he muttered as he watched a guy approach, introducing himself as part of the Sheriff's Department. Clearly by the lettering on his vest. 'He armed? You armed?' The guy asked and Dick motioned toward the knife that was on the ground away from the guy's reach. "He's not anymore," he said to the guy and then nodded in response to his second question. "Yeah I'm armed. I'm the bounty hinter who called this in. Took you long enough. I've had to listen to this guy's empty threats for the past ten minutes." He said, causing the guy to begin to squirm, only agitating him as he pressed his boot down further into the guy's back. Criminals were never the brightest and this son of a bitch actually had thought he could take him with a knife. As if that would be enough. Dick was a trained Marine turned bounty hunter, the last thing this scum could do was hurt him, he'd been through worse.
Much worse.
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ARES PATERA
Warlock
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Sheriff's Deputy
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Post by ARES PATERA on Dec 27, 2021 15:54:44 GMT
Miami had been filled with criss-crossing layers of crime. Your grubbing in the curbs pick-pockets and sham artists, conning the tourists into laying fifty bucks on whatever cup they were sure had the nut under it, the guys dealing knock offs out the trunks of their Caddies down by the beach. Layered over that was the violent stuff, gangs, assholes trying to make a name for themselves with armed stick ups, murder, things – the crowning glory of the guys who thought they were still some sort of mob extension. Wise guys who had come down from Jersey and New York for the warm weather. Most were more likely to be found hanging out down by the sand, beach ball guts frying in the sun while they short stories of the old days back and forth.
As a newly minted patrol office Ares had ended up thrown out into that world. If it hadn’t been for the training instilled in him by the Marines it mighta been brutal. No Eros at his shoulder, no Claire either, he’d had to rely on someone almost entirely unknown to watch his back. They’d managed it though, rising above the stink some others found themselves in despite the city’s overlay of gloss. Moving to Mystic Falls had been like shedding some sort of grimy coat to find himself done up in furs and pearls. Despite Mystic Falls’ supernatural underbelly most of the town was steeped in a gloss of a different kind.
Murder of any kind other than supernatural was rare. You didn’t end up with armed jackasses on every corner. Even petty crime was thin on the ground, enough that he’d been bored to frustration at times. But every now and then …
The boredom had shattered the moment the car had roared across Wickery Bridge in front of him. Adrenalin soaking through flesh used to it, Ares’ whipping through thoughts and decisions at a lightning pace. He’d tailed the guy all the way into town before he’d bolted. Son of a bitch.
Maybe it stung a bit that it ended with a bounty hunter catching the guy when Mystic Falls’ own Sheriff’s department hadn’t been able to. It stuck in his craw as he dropped his weapon down to the level of his thigh, the muscles in Ares’ jaw twitching as his brows rose. The guy had been muttering to himself as he approached. Pissed that he’d had to help out Mayberry’s fumbling fools? Screw you buddy, they weren’t all Barney Fife.
Clucking his tongue, Ares stooped, picking up the blade that had obviously been knocked aside while their knight in shining armour had been having all the fun here. He shook an evidence bag out of his pocket, carefully dropping the blade into it. The lab would match it to the liquor store owner’s wounds and this guy would end up doing a decade or two inside. ”Guess you were just in a right place at the right time, huh?” Sarcastic humour twisted his lips as he tucked the blade into a pocket. ”Or was this a case of a pay day for getting your hands on numbnuts here?” Ares guessed it was easy enough money. Criminals weren’t, for the most part, known for their brains.
He didn’t make a move to take over from the knight’s hold on the guy, although he did wince as he watched the boot grind down harder on the guy’s back. Ares crouched, all the better to beam a grin at their little bad guy. ”Did you give this nice man any trouble? You know, you coulda made it easier on yourself and just stayed with the car. That’s a lesson for next time pal.” Patting his cheek, Ares went to rise again. He tilted his head, hazel eyes narrowing faintly as he student the guy in front of him. ”You need any help getting him to the car? I mean, looks like you’ve got it in hand and all.” Claire woulda thumped him in the arm for it. This wasn’t exactly fostering any sort of rapport between the guys who were being paid to the do the fun bit of their job. Claire wasn’t here though.
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DICK PRESCOTT
Chimera
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Post by DICK PRESCOTT on Jan 15, 2022 3:14:23 GMT
━ our worst day is where we start from, where we rise from━
GOOD little soldier boy, one who always follows the rules when the leash was around his neck, back when he was in the military. It was always 'sir yes sir,' or 'sir no sir.' Never was the one to back talk, always the one to step up and be a leader. To do whatever was the best for his squad. Dick had several years of nothing but structure, of having the same routine. But once he was discharged that all changed and suddenly he had his life back. He was always ready to act by his own rules when he was set free, but never thought that time would come as quickly as it had. That night had lived in his head ever since it had happened. The pain in his men's voices as they breathed their last breaths... the desperation that rung through the air as he tried to get them all out of there alive, only to come up short handed. Only one of his six men came out alive and he had only barely saved the one. To this day he still kept in touch with him, making sure that he was alright. He felt so damn guilty for what had happened and blamed the entire thing on himself. He was their leader, he should have done better.
Should have done so much better...
But he couldn't dwell on that now, he had a criminal's neck tucked up underneath his booth, squirming to get free. There's a small and secretive sigh in relief when the cop pulled the gun away for a moment. The last thing he wanted was to get into yet another fight with the local law enforcement. Been there done that one too many times. It was just part of the job. Many law enforcement didn't care too much for bounty hunters, saw them as chumps on an adrenaline kick. Maybe so, but this was a job he actually enjoyed and was one he could utilize his skills in. Catching crooks was just a bonus. It was also an outlet for his anger, probably not the best one, but it was a legal one and something he seemed to enjoy.
Dick watched as the cop made his way towards the, stopping short of them to pick up the blade the guy had tried to cut him with. Which, he couldn't deny, was fucking funny. Dude brought a knife to a gun fight. How hysterical. Either way though, it was damn stupid of him because now the cops had evidence to use against him. The sound of the evidence bag being opened caused the guy to shoot his eyes forward, groaning in the process. Dude knew he was toast. 'Guess you were just in a right place at the right time, huh? Or was this a case of a pay day for getting your hands on numbnuts here?' The guy's sarcasm caused him to chuckle. Dick could tell clearly how much he didn't like him or what he did for a living. "Little bit of both." Which wasn't technically a lie. He just so happened to be in the area when he got the call. Which was nothing but sheer luck, good thing too because he had a feeling that this dude would've gotten away had he not intervened. No offense to Mystic Fall's finest.
The dude crouched down in front of him and the guy, making sure he was now level with the scumbag who was still pressed underneath his boot. 'Did you give this nice man any trouble? You know, you coulda made it easier on yourself and just stayed with the car. That’s a lesson for next time pal.' Dick chuckled, the guy definitely could've saved them all some trouble by just staying by the damn car. What a shame that he had to run like he did because that just added on yet another charge. When the guy stood he then asked him if he needed any help getting the guy to his patrol car and he shook his head. "I'm good, besides, we're practically buddies now. Surely he won't give me any problems, right?" He asked the guy rhetorically. The guy struggled against his grip slightly and Dick smirked, clearly amused at the guy's effort. "See, now that's giving me problems." He said, pressing his boot down slightly harder as he pulled his pair of cuffs from his pocket, slapping them roughly onto the guy's hands as he hoisted him up to his feet roughly. This jerk had ruined his dad and he was gonna enjoy every last bit of his arrest and arraignment. The guy wasn't getting out of prison anytime soon, that's for damn sure.
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ARES PATERA
Warlock
Posts: 225
Age:
36
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Sheriff's Deputy
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Last seen Aug 31, 2024 18:03:29 GMT
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Post by ARES PATERA on Feb 18, 2022 19:36:27 GMT
You could serve together in battle, watch each other’s back with a ferocity that was usually reserved for your own team but the minute uniforms came off and the danger lifted the lines were drawn again. Marines hated army – the weak ass, undertrained and overpaid assholes – and had let them know about it for centuries. When the bullets flew that didn’t mean a thing though, you both got down in the dirt and you did what you had to without dragging a single ounce of arrogance into it. Ares guessed the same could’ve been said for the Feds or any other soft-handed part of the department but so far he had seen a single one of them leap down into the thick of things in town. De la Peña wasn’t out here chasing down the bad guys – that might’ve gotten his suit wrinkled or dislodged the stick that must’ve run from his ass clear up to his tonsils.
If the detectives or the Feds had dragged this guy in themselves maybe they’d have seen it as a win for the Sheriff’s office but this was someone entirely outside of that not so thin blue line. The score wouldn’t be for him or Forbes, it would be for this unimpressive looking guy who’d disarmed their visitor and gotten him down on the ground with seemingly no effort. A boot on him in a way that would’ve gotten him a slap on the wrist – the first rule of policing, especially in a place like this was making sure the little darling you were gonna be transporting to the station didn’t end up with a mark on him. Ares imagined when this guy was patted down for extra goodies there’d be boot treads on him at the very least. That would likely be his job, with people like Everett standing around tittering over his second hand catch.
His jaw had tightened, the muscles feeling brittle enough to pop like bubbles as he secured the loose blade. He’d have gotten it out of the guy’s hand just as easy. A smile, faint enough to be practically invisible stretched those muscles without setting them off like bubble wrap. Busted. Each little charge racking up until the guy was looking at decades behind bars instead of just a few months. ”I’d say whatever you’re getting for him is more than he’s worth,” Ares drawled. Hazel eyes narrowed, lips pressing harder together. There wasn’t money in it for him, no yearly bonus for putting more scumbags behind bars than any other patrol officer in town.
It wasn’t like he’d been in any of this for the money. The Marines had paid decently enough, wasn’t like you had a lot of expenses when you didn’t bother keeping an apartment back stateside. You tucked every little bit away and then poured it all into the house that had leaked like a damn sieve. The memory of the water stains he’d had to buff off the living room floor bit and Ares had to stuff them down inside. Brooke was worse than any storm.
Ares tried to inject a little sweetness into his tone as he bent to talk to the criminal. It wouldn’t have bothered him none if this guy had landed a few punches before the superhero here had managed to take him down. A few more months added to his sentence wouldn’t make much difference with everything else racked up already. ”If you two have bonded that much maybe you’d wanna ride in back with him to the station?” The pay day wouldn’t happen until the bounty hunter got his body receipt at the station anyway. Paperwork all stamped and signed, exchanged for who knew how much.
Clucking his tongue, Ares stepped back and let his struggling little package give the guy shit instead of him. He stepped back wriggling his finger at the criminal and the bounty hunter. Might as well let him keep getting his hands dirty. ”Looks like you came prepared for bear … and found it,” he observed as he turned around to stroll back to the patrol car. ”What were you doing out here when you got the call? Doesn’t seem like Mystic Falls is the sort of place people run to when they’re looking to hide from the law.” Too small, too few people to hide. The ones that were here tended to look at you with the sort of scrutiny that had people with guilty consciences squirming like kids who’d dipped their hand in the cookie jar before dinner. He’d felt it himself, eyes boring into his back, the itch between his shoulder blades. After all those years with his head on a swivel Ares didn’t particularly care. Marines didn’t stop being Marines, which meant that being under the spotlight was just another day. Hooyah.
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DICK PRESCOTT
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Post by DICK PRESCOTT on Apr 15, 2022 5:53:43 GMT
━ our worst day is where we start from, where we rise from━
DICK knew full and well that local law enforcement agencies, well, any agencies really, didn't care for bounty hunters. They saw them as scum, bottom of the totem pole and wanted nothing more than the cash they got from their bounties. Which, wasn't entirely incorrect. The cash was nice for apprehending offenders, paid the bills and paid for his mandated therapy. While bounty hunting had not been his first choice, it was one he rather enjoyed. It got him his own schedule that he made and he didn't have to report to anyone else but himself. After being in the military for so many years it was a good change of pace. Not being told what to do at first was a huge adjustment, but after what happened overseas, it was more than welcomed. Dick would never again be in charge of other people, he wasn't fit for it even though the military had rewards him for his 'incredibly act of bravery.' Bravery his ass, all but one of his men had died, how was any of what he did considered bravery?
'I’d say whatever you’re getting for him is more than he’s worth.' Oh most definitely is and Dick knew full and well that the police officer was bitter about him getting paid specifically for what he does on a daily basis. Cops don't get paid just because they bring in a perp, but that's exactly what he got paid for. 'If you two have bonded that much maybe you’d wanna ride in back with him to the station?' Dick snorted, "Yeah right. I'll meet you both at the station." He retorted. There was no way in hell he was riding in the back of a god damn cop care with the perp he had just tackled to the ground and apprehended. He'd get to the station on his own terms and get paid for the work he did and for the work the cops didn't do. Dick would sign some paperwork take his check and be on his way. Simply and easy. Just another day in the life of a bounty hunter.
'What were you doing out here when you got the call? Doesn’t seem like Mystic Falls is the sort of place people run to when they’re looking to hide from the law.' Roughly grabbing the guy that he had just cuffed, Dick pulled him to his feet as he walked him over to the officer's patrol car. "Was out jogging when I got the call, blowing off some steam." He explained as he shoved the asshole into the back of the guy's cop car before slamming the door shut. "Thankfully for you guys I was in the area and helped out. What's he wanted for anyways?" Dick questioned, leaning up against the cop car, arms crossed over his chest as he looked at the cop.
Judging by the guy's demeanor he could tell he was ex-military. "What branch?" He asked, trying to spark up a conversation that didn't revolve around the douchebag inside of the cop car. Dick knew full and well that this guy had to be military, he had the same cold look in his eyes that he did. The same lifeless disregard that most military men carried, especially those who had served overseas for a period of time. If Dick had to guess, he would say the guy was in the Marines, just like him. If that were the case, he was sure he'd heard of his failed mission overseas where all but one of his men died, it had made news for his 'heroism,' although he wouldn't exactly call what he did that.
He'd call it something different entirely: a failure.
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ARES PATERA
Warlock
Posts: 225
Age:
36
Occupation:
Sheriff's Deputy
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Post by ARES PATERA on Apr 24, 2022 15:45:42 GMT
This was the problem when you started paying people for law enforcement. They started passing the scut work off to others. Ares didn’t have much choice about packing the guy in the back of his patrol car – that was what he was paid the tiny bucks for, after all – but this guy was more than happy to let him do it. Brushing off his hands, so to speak, letting someone else clean up the mess afterwards because their job pretty much ended with the hand over. The guy was someone else’s problem now. His. Ares chuckled dryly about it, his dark brows hitching at the last second as he lifted his chin towards the street. ”I can give you directions, I imagine you’ll wanna get the last of you run in.” He winked, a hand patting his own flat gut before he straightened back up. This guy would probably end up pulling up in a truck that was worth as much as his whole house.
Ares worked his tongue against the tip of a canine, his hands finding his hips for a moment. The house – or the money vacuum as Eros had started calling it – was the reason for the extra shifts in the first place. Surely at some point the money he poured into it would stop pouring right out the other side and he could go back to spending days off hiking through the woods around this place, getting back in touch with the roots that ran through the soil here and all the way back to the old islands.
His hands slipped from his belt as he worked his way back towards the car. While the bounty hunter muscled the guy along with him Ares popped the rear door. He stood in the lee of it, forearms propped against the top of the door frame, that shit eating grin lighting up his face. Maybe the guy’s work wasn’t done after all. It sucked to have to put a little effort in for the day. ”Lucky for us you needed to depuff huh?” Just a little smug left in it as he let his arms fall away from the door as it was shut. Ares rocked back on his heels, his posture matching the guy’s except for the slouch against the side of the car. Maybe he’d make their little jailbird clean it later, polish the ass marks off the finish. ”We might never have got him alone.” Ares put just a little debutante in his tone while he clutched one hand against his chest.
He let his hands fall back to his sides as he half bent to look past the guy and into the back of the car. Ares tapped his knuckles against the glass and grinned at the guy as he mimed buckling up. Safety first after all. His brows hitched as he stood back up, amusement back in that smug curve of his lips. Looked like they hadn’t bothered telling Dick what danger he was running right into here. He patted the roof of the car as he stood back up. ”Your little princess here robbed a liquor store. Pistol whipped the owner when he wasn’t quick enough to get the fifty three bucks out of the cash register for him. Guess you’re lucky he met his match with you huh?” The guy had obviously been taken down before he could do anything with the pig sticker he’d pulled this time instead.
By a guy who knew what he was doing. Ares eyed the bounty hunter coolly, hazel eyes sweeping him top to toe before he snorted. He should’ve known. There were only a handful of ways people tended to go after they mustered out and this guy had picked the worse. ”Marine,” Ares said, immediately stiffening like he was on the parade ground. ”2nd Division. Gunnery Sergeant Patera. Let me guess … Navy? I can picture the whole white uniform. Bet you kept it spotless too.” Another sweep of those amused eyes up and down. Naw, this guy hadn’t spent his entire career floating around.
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DICK PRESCOTT
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Post by DICK PRESCOTT on Aug 11, 2022 4:43:02 GMT
━ our worst day is where we start from, where we rise from━
JUST another day at the office. Another day of catching scum bags who were on the run from the authorities. It was never ending and you'd think that these dickwads would understand that there was no getting away from a bounty hunter. They were better off just giving in to the police and letting them handle ya. Bounty hunters on the other hands gave no shits about what happened. All they cared about was catching the perpetrator and getting paid. The way he saw it, he was getting paid a pretty penny to bring the perpetrator in, alive or dead. That was just the nature of the job, there was no real way around it honestly. Now did Dick try and avoid killing at all costs? Damn straight, especially after what he experienced overseas. But sometimes it was unavoidable and the perpetrator just left him with no choice. Thankfully, he had a track record of bringing them all in alive, but there had been a few who had tested his limits and it had cost em.
Thankfully, this had been a pretty cut and dry chase. One that ended in the guy keeping his life but not his freedom and thankfully he could pass him off to the cop, because he would have to do all the paperwork on the arrest, not him. All he had to do was sign a few pages and that was that, and a report, although it wouldn't be much of a report considering it hadn't taken him very long to catch the guy. The guy was someone else’s problem now and it wasn't his. "No need, I know my way around town. You get to know the town quite well with all the runnin.'" He said with a laugh, imitating the guy's joking demeanor. In all honesty, he was gonna finish his run. It would probably take the guy a minute to fill out the paperwork and to get the guy into booking. Plenty of time to finish up his run and head on over to the station - after a shower and meal of course.
This guy was full of jokes. "I'm sure you guys would've caught him... eventually." He stated as he crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes every now and then peering over the guy's shoulder to look at the perpetrator who was now in the back of the police, where his dumbass should be. 'We might never have got him alone.' Dick smirked, "You know what? You probably wouldn't have, this guy was a quite the speedster." And boy was his tone as sarcastic as ever because this guy was slow as hell. It didn't take much for him to catch up with the guy and then to promptly kick his ass to the ground. The bitch even tried to pull a knife on him. What the hell did he think that was going to do against him? Not a whole damn lot, as he came to find out.
'Your little princess here robbed a liquor store. Pistol whipped the owner when he wasn’t quick enough to get the fifty three bucks out of the cash register for him. Guess you’re lucky he met his match with you huh?' Of course he hadn't been told jack shit about who the hell this guy was and why he was wanted by the police. Hearing the cop talk he raised an eyebrow, bending over and looking past the cop to look at the guy, pointing at him. "This guy? Robbed a liquor store and pistol whipped the owner?" Dick couldn't help but laugh as he stood back up straight. "Yeah wasn't worried." Not at all, as a matter of fact, he was the complete opposite. That much was evident considering he took the guy down in a matter of seconds and before he could do anything with that stick he called a knife.
Upon hearing he was in the military, the guy snorted and stated that he too was a Marine, 2nd Division. Gunnery Sergeant Patera. Hearing the guy ask if he was Navy Dick couldn't help but let out a belly laugh at that insult. "You wish I was Navy. I, too, am a Marine. USMC Scout Sniper. Staff Sergeant Prescott at your service." He said, saluting his fellow Marine, who just so happened to be one rank above him. Nevertheless, he could've been ranked way higher had he not been honorably discharged and had that night never happened. If he hadn't lost all his men that night... Dick may have still been in the Marines.
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ARES PATERA
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Post by ARES PATERA on Aug 19, 2022 19:58:01 GMT
Mystic Falls wasn’t exactly New York. A couple of days gave most a solid idea of its dimensions, the spots to maybe avoid once the shadows started lengthening – the places you could unearth law breaking assholes. As a cop he’d known it like the back of his hand almost from the moment he touched down, he could’ve run it himself, might’ve done in this guy’s place, but now he had the pretty patrol car that he’d be transferring the guy in alone now. The offer for directions hadn’t exactly come with one to ride along and could’ve been that petty. Ares bared his teeth at the laugh but didn’t bother answering. He’d probably slither in when the door to the back seat was closing, keeping his hands on just in case the asshole cop tried to cut him out of his pay day. Like it hadn’t already gone out on the radio that a bounty hunter had shown them how to do it without both hands and a map.
And the asshole wasn’t done joking about it either. Ares looked dyspeptic, the smile tightening until his teeth were gritted tightly in it. Eventually. Maybe after the guy had done more damage, hurt other people. Ares drew a breath in through his nose, wondering if a meeting with the front fender would get the smirk off this guy’s face. ”I’d lay my money on my car, even if this guy is capable of playing the Flash. Goose the gas enough and they can’t avoid their date with the fender.” Problem was it got messier than a little paperwork then. There were citations, slaps on the wrist sharp enough that his ego wouldn’t have handled it too well, even with Claire’s calming influence trying to stop him from doing anything dumb.
Seems like the boy scout didn’t know everything after all. Pursing his lips, Ares nodded slowly. He hadn’t exactly said he was impressed with what their little pal had done. Guys who did that shit with some skill didn’t get run down in a town like this. They kept going until some store owner with a quicker trigger finger gave them a face full of buck shot and a quick trip out of the FBI’s Most Wanted. ”This guy. What’s a knife in a pistol fight, huh? If he’d had the brains to keep it on him and you hadn’t got the jump on him the way you did it might’ve been your brains we were scooping up out here, not him.” You didn’t need to have the biggest balls in a fight, just the luck, although he imagined this guy would argue it. The swagger hadn’t stopped, and probably wouldn’t til it carried him back out of the station. Just another stain on the sheriff’s reputation. And his own.
Fuck, he hated it.
Years of being top of the pile hadn’t dented his confidence, and it’d been pretty solid in the first place. All that time spent fighting to be allowed to enlist in the first place, the training, the successes, it painted on extra layers, leaving nothing but a few rusty spots behind in the end for this guy to scratch at like he was trying to buy a used car. Smug about it despite the circumstances. There wasn’t that much of a difference between them, not that either one would admit to it.
Army, Navy, Air Force, Marines. Lines had been drawn between all of them long before he’d gone through basic training. Ares would’ve put money on this guy being on the other side of one of them, just like he was with the job now. He sneered at the guy, about to take a jab about idolising Top Cruise instead, but his expression fell away. ”You’re shitting me,” he said tightly, shifting his weight as he dragged a hand over his face. Laughter bubbled out from under it. He was fucking plagued by them, Brooke the bigger irritation of course. She’d been under his skin ever since he’d tried to kick her insolent ass into shape. Worming his tongue into the pocket of his cheek, Ares saluted back. Maybe there was some respect after all. ”Sniper to trash collector. That’s one hell of a fall Staff Sergeant. Hooyah.” The grumbling tried to start up in Ares’ chest but he huffed it out and tilted his head towards the car. ”You getting in or is this gonna be a race to the station?” Prescott on foot, him gunning the engine every inch of the way, but this was just some measuring exercise and getting this guy behind the bars was the ruler.
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DICK PRESCOTT
Chimera
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Post by DICK PRESCOTT on Jan 10, 2023 19:22:37 GMT
━ our worst day is where we start from, where we rise from━
DICK hadn’t expected this small of a town would provide him with so much damn work, and yet he had been extremely busy for a couple weeks now - hell, since he got into town really. But there he was, in small town USA, and he’d managed to stay busy. Surprising, but he was thankful for the distractions. While he was glad for the work this town provided, he knew damn well the police in this town hated his existence. Bounty hunters weren’t typically people police liked. The way they saw things, bounty hunters came into their towns for nothing more than money and did their jobs for them - without the manpower and resources. Bounty hunters usually worked alone and for a lump sum.
Police didn’t like that, especially when their job was done without using so many resources, which is why many town officials liked bounty hunters. The less money they had to spend on solving crime, the better.
This cop was no different than any others he’d met, could tell he thought he was the scum of the earth. And while that was probably true, and whether the police wanted his help at all, they needed it. Bounty hunters were a necessity, whether police believed it or not, and in a lot of ways, they can help each other out in cases. At the end of the day, the goal was to solve the crime, to catch the bad guy. Of course he needed the police’s help on cases, there were things he needed help with. Believe it or not he didn’t know everything, although his ego would say otherwise.
‘This guy. What’s a knife in a pistol fight, huh? If he’d had the brains to keep it on him and you hadn’t got the jump on him the way you did it might’ve been your brains we were scooping up out here, not him.’
Unlikely, but he’d let the cop have that argument. “Maybe, maybe not. All that matters is this bastard is in the back of your cop car, ready for processing.” Emphasis on the your cop car. Gotta boost a cop’s ego whenever ya could. But the guy was right, if he hadn’t got the jump on the guy like he had things could have ended up a lot different; however, it hadn’t, and no need to think otherwise. Couldn’t change anything now, not that he’d want to, his job was done. Just had to collect his paycheck back at the station.
As soon as he opened his mouth and proved this guy wrong about his branch, his expression dropped significantly to one of disbelief. ‘You’re shitting me,’ he said to him and Dick shook his head, a smirk playing upon his features. “Nope, serious a heartattack.” He knew the guy couldn’t believe that he was a Marine too, but it was true. Seems he found a fellow Marine in the place he’d never expected, and from a cop nonetheless. Then again, he shouldn’t be too surprised. There were countless veterans who had become law enforcement officers after serving.
The fellow Marine saluted him back and then made a comment about how he went from a sniper to a ‘trash collector.’ Couldn’t say that didn’t hurt, but he wasn’t gonna let him know that. “Hooyah.” Was his simple comment back. Dick knew that he had made a huge step down in his career, going from combat sniper to a bounty hunter, was a huge downfall. But he also didn’t have much of an option either in the matter.
Ares asked if he was gonna get inside his car or if they were gonna race to the station. While normally he would relish in a competition, he wasn’t necessarily in the mood to run anymore than he already had today. Dick couldn’t help but chuckle and shook his head, “As fun as that sounds, I think I’d prefer a ride to the station.” He said as he opened the front passenger door, he definitely was not going to ride in the back with the jackass chomping at the bit to get the hell out of the back of the cop car. Plus, if he didn’t know any better, he’d say the guy held a vendetta about him. Couldn’t blame him, it was him who landed him where he was.
No, that was all him and his stupid ass decisions to commit crime.
“Shall we?” He questioned as he nodded towards the cop car, one arm lounged across the top of the door he’d opened prior. The sooner they got to the station, the sooner he’d get paid, and the sooner that he could go home and shower and get some much needed rest.
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ARES PATERA
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Post by ARES PATERA on Jan 28, 2023 17:40:13 GMT
Denying himself the few occasions when his mile wide pessimistic streak won out was never gonna happen. Sure, most of the time the good stuff won out and everybody who was sunshine and moonbeams and unicorns crapping rainbows got to say ‘see, it’s never that bad’, but they were those times. When he started with the ’see...’ it was an instant head in the sand moment. In this town at least that could be a death sentence and honestly, he was a little tired of picking up after them.
Ares grumbled under his breath in Greek, little mutterings about why him, why both of these guys on what had been a perfectly good afternoon for catching assholes speeding through town. If there were any situations in this town that would get under his skin fate seemed keen to toss them in his lap. Was it karma? Maybe, although he couldn’t see what he’d done to earn this.
’Be glad for your blessings, Ares. Don’t keep focusing on the failures.’ Maybe there’d been wisdom to some of his dad’s teachings, but that was one he didn’t want to hear, especially from a bounty hunter. He doubted this guy had paid too much attention to his own blessings – namely numbnuts losing the gun he’d been carrying earlier. Now, a few extra years of life, that was something to be grateful for.
The smile he shot the guy was acerbic, held in place while he tilted his head like it was gratitude fuelling his expression and not that sour centre of his personality. ”All that matters for you. Hey, suggestion, maybe next time you wanna catch someone you bring your own transport?” That wouldn’t get rid of the paperwork someone – in this case, him – would have to do at the station, but it’d take one shitty component out of this unappreciated equation. Later maybe he’d feel a little more grateful, for now though it was all a headache he could’ve done without.
Shit. Well, didn’t that make sense. Ares rolled his eyes under the cover of his palm. A fellow Marine, just as big a jackass, strolling around as though he had a giant pair swinging between his legs. ”Yeah,” he drawled low. ”I coulda done without one of those today.” It was like a little corps reunion in town – he might as well have invited his brother to it, called it a party. Maybe the guy hadn’t been a jackass initially, but he’d definitely made the wrong choice when he’d retired, crossing a line that shoulda been a little more sacrosanct.
There was a little less sour in the smirk this time, although Ares wasn’t gonna let the guy get away scot-free on the whole thing. The Corps was always gonna trump everything else and had there been some tadpole asshole here, there’d immediately have been the two of them forming a wall against the jagoff. There wasn’t though and he’d still been dragged into picking up the trash – and playing chauffeur. ”Lightweight,” Ares snarked. He bundled the guy into the back seat, not taking the cheap shot and knocking his head on the door frame on the way in, although he deserved it. ”You do anything to mess up my vehicle and you’re gonna be the one running back. We’ll just cuff you to the door handle and really run you in.” He got a sneer in return, but he doubted the genius was gonna try anything with two Marines standing right there.
At the needle from the bounty hunter, Ares slowed his stroll around the car. He smirked the whole way, making a fuss out of pulling his keys from the pocket of his uniform pants before he climbed in. ”Buckle up,” he warned. Doing just what he’d preached, he slipped the belt on and gunned the engine. A little extra goose of the accelerator as they pulled away and the grumbling asshole in the back seat was thrown back. ”What were you thinking?” Ares asked, glancing aside at the bounty hunter. The car bumped back out onto the main streets of Mystic Falls, the route to the station so automatic that he was going on autopilot. ”There are a million opportunities for guys like us out there and this is the one you’ve picked?” Being that close to law enforcement he could’ve at least just tiptoed over the line.
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DICK PRESCOTT
Chimera
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Post by DICK PRESCOTT on Jan 12, 2024 14:49:16 GMT
━ our worst day is where we start from, where we rise from━
BOUNTY hunting hadn’t always been in the cards for him. If he were being honest with himself he thought that he’d end up retiring in the military. He figured that he had finally secured himself a lifetime job, one with stability and structure. But life never worked out for Dick. It was always one thing after another in his life and being in the Marines was no different. It wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows. God he wished it was, it would make his life a hell lot easier to manage. From his abusive childhood into his adulthood, life hadn’t been easy. It was a constant battle his entire life. Having his father murder his mother hadn’t helped things either. It was actually the reason he enlisted in the first place and when his father died he became even more distant and cold. Throwing himself into work was his way of coping. Always had been.
So when he got out of the military the last thing he wanted to do was sit on his ass and live a ‘normal life.’ Bounty hunting just so happened to be one of the fields he wanted to go into that provided him with action and not having to report to anybody but himself. Dick got to do what he pleased with his profession and he was damn good at it too thanks to his training he received in the Marines. However, just because he was good at his job didn’t mean he got any sort of gratitude from those he helped either. Cops weren’t exactly fans of bounty hunters and the one in front of him was no different.
‘All that matters for you. Hey, suggestion, maybe next time you wanna catch someone you bring your own transport?’ Usually he did have his own transport, but this time he just so happened to be on a run when the chase broke out and Dick was never one to let things pass him by. He loved a good chase, especially on foot. It got his adrenaline pumping. “Next time I’ll be sure to go get my transport first before joining a chase.” He replied back sarcastically. He didn’t exactly have time to run back over to where his bike was before joining in the case. He had a chance to cut the criminal off and take him down, so he took it. If anything the cop should be grateful for his assistance since it was apparent the cops were more than likely gonna lose the guy.
Dick couldn’t help but laugh as the guy knocked the guy’s head into the door frame as he placed him into the back of the car. Dude deserved a hell lot more than a knock to the head. Seated in the passenger seat of the cop’s car he buckled up just as he gunned the engine and they shot forward. ‘What were you thinking? There are a million opportunities for guys like us out there and this is the one you’ve picked?’ Dick glanced over at the cop briefly before staring back straight ahead. Well, getting straight to it on the ‘why the hell did you decide to become a bounty hunter’ question. “It’s a job that doesn’t require me to work in a team. I get to be on my own, do the job, and that’s it.” After what had happened to his team overseas he wasn’t ever going to work on one ever again. He didn’t trust himself to be responsible for others after he’d lost them.
It was his fault, why they all went straight into that ambush. Only one of his men ended up surviving and he’d never said a word to him since. Dick had tried… had tried to reach out, but when radio silence came back on his end he got the message and never reached out again. It was better that way, for him to be alone. Although, Roxxi made that part particularly difficult with her incessant need to bother him. But he never really minded, she was probably the only person he would let into his life, well,her and his brother, but he hadn’t seen him either in years. Did he worry for his brother? Of course. But he knew that after what they both had been through that his brother wanted to do with him and honestly? Dick couldn’t blame him.
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ARES PATERA
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Post by ARES PATERA on Jan 24, 2024 21:02:27 GMT
Ares’ granite expression creased further with his grin. It lost its sour edge, genuine amusement crinkling lines at the corners of his eyes. This wasn’t the sort of guy who hesitated for a second before throwing himself into the fray. It was like looking in a mirror in a way – not that he’d admit it. The ones who hesitated were the ones likely to need a medic in battle. You kept your head on a swivel, your reflexes sharp and when you were told to move, you did it. Of course, in battle you weren’t exactly getting paid the big bucks to be the first guy through the door. Here, now, however? One of them was definitely earning more than the other for this.
”It’s appreciated,” Ares drawled, as though the guy had been serious about it. It meant the gas money and car repairs would come out of someone else’s pocket too. If he’d ending up wrecking his patrol guy chasing after the asshole headed for the backseat when he’d still been haring across the state, Forbes would’ve made him pay for it and there sure as hell wasn’t money in the back for that.
He cast a glance in the guy’s direction, considering taking up a sideline for just a minute. It wasn’t like he’d have much competition in town. This guy getting there first had been a matter of luck, nothing more than that. After a second he snorted faintly. Forbes would lose her shit over that too. Maybe some of the guys at the station had sidelines going, but not the kind that was basically law enforcement for a quick pay day. Nah, he’d made his bed when he’d chosen to go to the academy when he’d left the marines, he’d lay in it now, even if it meant that he was gonna spend the next couple of years practically penniless.
With the catch stowed in the back seat, Ares headed for the station. If he was lucky the asshole wouldn’t start screaming about police brutality the minute he was in the station – he doubted that the bounty hunter would the jerk up on it, but you could never tell. Wisely he was quiet for now, probably thinking up his shitty defence for when he cried ’lawyer’.
Driving almost on auto pilot, Ares turned most of it his attention from the wheel to the guy next to him – the marine. It woulda been easier to keep ragging on the guy if he’d been army, or worse, navy. Dark brows hitched as Dick glanced his way and then looked away again. Huh, felt like there was a story to this, one that didn’t sit easy with him. ”You get to be on your own … without anybody watching your back,” he reminded him. The thought of that gave him the heebie-jeebies. Shrugging his shoulders against the seat, Ares tried to get rid of the feeling like it was physical not mental.
Shaking his head, he squinted back at the road. There were a million paths like that he could’ve gone down, but after a lifetime of being sure that he was always shoulder to shoulder with someone, he hadn’t been able to go through with it. He’d bounced from Eros to Claire and had stuck solid. ”Is that a personality thing, or, is there, you know, a story?” Ares swirled a finger in the air like he was indicating everything around them. The truth always hung out there somewhere, waiting for you to choke on it when you actually had to tell it. His gaze cut to the guy in the back seat in the mirror, eyes narrowing in warning to him to shut the hell up. Maybe this wasn’t the place for confessions, but it wasn’t like they were actually gonna buddy up over a little shared history and start exchanging their pasts over a beer down at Campbell’s after this.
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