Post by ANTONIA BEVERLY DAWSON. on Aug 24, 2012 18:27:54 GMT -5
» ANTONIA DAWSON.
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» THE FREESTYLE APP.
A MEETING WITH NYPD'S BEHAVIOURAL SPECIALISTS:
GOOD MORNING, MISS DAWSON. HOW ARE YOU FEELING THIS MORNING?
i just got framed, and my captain believes some rat-faced cocksucker over me. and now, depending on how i do in the next week with you two dipshits, i'm probably looking at behind bars. how in the fuck do you think i feel, david?
I CAN UNDERSTAND WHY YOU FEEL THIS WAY, MISS DAW-
you can knock that bullshit off, chris. we've been working together for three years.
[SIGHS] OKAY, TONI. BUT YOUR BEHAVIOUR DOESN'T EXPLAIN YOUR ASSAULT ON YOUR PARTNER, DETECTIVE BRYAN.
[scoffs, avoids eye contact] you wouldn't understand something like that.
TONI, LET US TRY. WE'RE ONLY TRYING TO HELP YOU.
no. no you're not. [stands up from her chair and walks to the door] and we're done here. i've got a lot of better shit to do than this.
SNIPPETS OF CHRIS AND DAVID'S NOTES:
when i first interviewed antonia at the beginning of her career, she was perfect for this job. she was motivated, no immediate family or ties outside the force, excellent negotiating skills.. the list went on. toni was over qualified for the position she had requested, but that's one of the reasons she's turned out like this.
after her boyfriend, andeew, was murdered, i believe toni thinks her shred of hope has as well. he was the only man in her life that she'd ever bothered to let the team meet that's meant anything in her life after her father was killed on duty. every fear, every feeling, that toni didn't deal with when she was growing up from her father's death resurfaced, and this is the only way her body's able to get it out.
psychologically, she doesn't understand what she's doing is wrong. we have in her medical records that she was admitted to a hospital after the death of her father, because one of the orphanage caretakers had noticed her cutting herself. when her self-harm was cured, she grew reckless towards others; instigating fights, crude language, and unnecessary spurts of aggression were often displayed. unfortunately, i don't see this behaviour getting any better if she remains in this unit.- TAKEN FROM DAVID'S NOTES
as a woman, i'm especially worried about antonia's resentment towards her ex partner, detective samual bryan. she's showing serious signs of sexual and / or physical abuse whenever his name and the situation is mentioned. and with the way she seems to be reacting without disgust, but with an unwillingness to think about it leads me to believe that she's doing her best to stop acknowledging who he is altogether.
she's trying to forget whatever it is that happened, like she did with her father's death after she was adopted, and like she's trying to do with andrew's death.
considering the results of her lie detector test, and her overall body language when questioned about andrew's murder, i have come to the conclusion that she's innocent. i hear nothing but love, and anger. and in the four years i've been working here, i've never heard antonia sound this pissed off. i believe when she says that she's been set up over andrew's murder.
along with that belief, toni requires a personal psychiatrist. i'll personally arrange for her to meet with carmel's best after she's settled in. hopefully, she'll talk to at least someone; find some other way to bandage her wounds.
- TAKEN FROM CHRISTINE'S NOTES
MEETING WITH HER CAPTAIN THREE MONTHS AFTER THE ABOVE:
I'M NOT GOING TO BEAT AROUND THE BUSH WITH THIS, TONI. YOU'VE BEEN A DAMN GOOD ASSET TO MY TEAM. BUT JUST LIKE HOW I CAN'T DENY THAT, I ALSO CAN'T DENY THAT YOUR METHODS FOR THE PAST SIX MONTHS HAVE STARTED TO PRESS OUR BOUNDARIES. ALTHOUGH YOUR EFFORTS ARE ADMIRED AMONGST THE FLOOR, I'VE HAD TOO MANY CALLS WITH YOUR NAME INVOLVED.
[SMALL PAUSE, SOFTER TONE] I KNOW IT WAS HARD, LOSING ANDREW... BUT THIS ISN'T THE WAY TO HANDLE IT. I'M WORRIED ABOUT YOU, TONI; YOUR MENTAL HEALTH STATE ALTOGETHER, ACTUALLY. WHAT WOULD YOUR FATHER SAY IF HE WERE HERE TO SEE YOU, THROWING YOUR CAREER AWAY LIKE THIS?
UNFORTUNATELY, MY FEELINGS CAN'T PLAY A PART IN MY RESPONSIBILITIES. I HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO TRANSFER YOU. MY COUSIN'S BRANCH IN CARMEL, CALIFORNIA NEEDS ANOTHER DETECTIVE, AND I THINK YOU'RE PERFECT FOR THE JOB.
are you serious? carmel's in the middle of fucking no where. i'll get fat and lazy from being bored all the time. captain, i-
YOU LOST YOUR SAY WHEN YOU CHOSE TO GO AGAINST MY FINAL WARNING, AND ASSAULTED THE SUSPECT IN THE GREGORY CASE LAST WEEK. YOU'VE RUN ME DRY OF FAVOURS, TONI. YOU HAVE TO UNDERSTAND - IT'S EITHER YOUR JOB, OR MINE. AND I REFUSE TO LOSE MY CAREER FOR STICKING MY NECK OUT FOR A GROWN BRAT.
... why don't you just fire me, stan?
BECAUSE YOU NEED THIS JOB, WHETHER YOUR PRIDE CAN ALLOW YOU TO SEE THAT OR NOT. IF YOU DON'T TAKE THE OFFER PROVIDED FOR YOU, YOU'LL BE NOTHING BUT AN EX COP SCUM BAG. NO ONE'S GOING TO WANT TO HIRE YOU HERE AFTER SEEING YOU ALL OVER THE NEWS. I'M DOING YOU A FAVOUR, TONI. MAYBE THE PEACEFUL AIR OF CARMEL WILL HELP YOU RELAX.
INTERVIEW FOR HER APARTMENT:
COME IN, COME IN. TAKE A SEAT, MISS...
just call me toni.
RIGHT, TONI. WE'LL BEGIN AS SOON AS THESE PAPERS FINISH PRINTING OFF.
OKAY THEN. NOW, AS THE OWNER AND ULTIMATE ONE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE APARTMENTS AND TENANTS LIVING INSIDE, I'LL HAVE TO ASK YOU JUST A COUPLE QUESTIONS BEFORE WE GET INTO THE POLICY DISCUSSION. HERE WE GO:
DO YOU HAVE ANY CHILDREN? IF SO, HOW MANY?
no kids.
ALRIGHT. SPOUSE OF ANY KIND?
just me.
ANY PETS-
just me.
OKAY.. [SCROLLS THROUGH THE LIST] YOUR LINE OF WORK?
i'm a detective.
OH, RIGHT, RIGHT. I REMEMBER STAN MENTIONING THAT ON THE PHONE. THAT MUST BE SWEET, HUH? YOU CARRY A GUN, RIGHT?
is that question on your pathetic piece of paper?
[CLEARS HIS THROAT] NO, YOU'RE RIGHT. SORRY. AND IT'S ANDY LAWRENCE. ANYWAYS, THE NEXT QUESTION.
DO YOU REQUIRE A PARKING SPACE?
how else am i supposed to get to work?
WELL, CARMEL HAS A LOT OF TRANSPORTATION AVAILABLE TO THE PUBLIC. BUT, IF YOU'D LIKE A PARKING SPACE, IT'LL BE AN ADDITIONAL THIRTY DOLLARS ON YOUR RENT EVERY MONTH. [...] OKAY, MOVING ON.
ARE YOU GOING TO PURCHASE YOUR OWN WASHER AND DRYER?
probably not.
ALRIGHTIE THEN.. YOU DON'T NEED TO ANSWER THIS. OR THIS.. HM. [SCROLLS THROUGH THE LIST AGAIN] AH, OKAY. LAST QUESTION:
DO YOU HAVE FREQUENT VISITORS?
i don't see how that's any of your business, andre- [scoffs painfully and glares]
[BLINKS BLANKLY, SLIDES THE TENANT SIGNING SHEET OVER TOWARDS HER] JUST.. SIGN HERE, PLEASE.
» OUT OF CHARACTER.
→ name or alias .
trix, plox
→ age and gender .
twenty, and i have bewbz
→ time zone .
eastern time
→ other characters .
just antonia c:
→ sample post .
in all reality, gage probably had his entire life in tact because of cyd. yeah, she had caused a lot of hell for him when they had been held up in that apartment building together with her two mutts, but she had brought extra re-enforcement. not to mention her dogs did a good job at showing them signs when the undead were approaching the building with curiosity. the fact that she was deaf had come off a bit annoying at first, simply because she didn't talk much, and usually only said what she felt the need to. but just because she wasn't top notch company, socially wise, didn't mean he hadn't enjoyed it. discreetly, of course. he hadn't seen a lot of good looking women before cyd had literally crawled into his temporary kitchen window, most of them being animated and decaying. and after the first close encounter with their lives, gage had felt a small sense of... responsibility, almost, for her.
he wanted her to be safe, as much as he came off like he really didn't enjoy her being in his space most of the time. but everyone in mater had discovered that that was just how gage was; if you respected his personal space, they'd get along just fine.
the apartment encounter hadn't just left a bit of curiosity in him about her; she had also left behind a dagger. he didn't know if it had been on purpose, careless, or just an honest mistake, but he had pocketed it anyway. after seeing her in quarantine, he wanted to return it to her. at first he was going to give it to her straight up, but then he realized he could use it to his advantage. he hadn't been able to find an excuse to see how she was, or make any sort of contact, since they had arrived. all he had was the relationships he had gained with her dogs. that, and the dagger.
sure, he had planned to see how she was a little later in the week, but when he walked down the street and saw her dogs sitting outside the restaurant, he knew that he'd be sure to come face to face with the woman sooner than he had wanted. when he swung the door open, he tried to keep his eyes on the bar near the grill, only to see her sitting near the end of the row. a silenced curse slipped from beneath his lips, forgetting that she wouldn't have heard it even if he had screamed it. instead of backing away like an immature thirteen year old, he took the seat beside her nonchalantly, keeping his calm as soon as he was in her sight. he didn't even glance at her as he waited for the waitress to come around and take his order, just getting the basic meal the town could provide for after breakfast; some sweet potato fries and a burger on home cooked buns. it wasn't until after the beer he had requested for his drink was set down that he glanced at her.
for a moment, he didn't say anything, letting his eyes taking her in. slowly, he reached into his jeans pockets, pulling the dagger out. setting it on the counter between them, he glanced at her again, knowing that in order for her to understand him, he'd have to allow her to see his lips. it made it a little harder to keep talking, however, having to remain looking at her. "you left it, couple weeks back, remember? just.. thought you could use it a lot more than i could, with the inmate bullshit goin' 'round.." he trailed off, breaking eye contact and letting his head fall forward when he was done shoving his foot into his mouth. lifting his beer, he took a swig, clenching his eyes at the cold liquid as it slid down the back of his throat, all the while, desperately hoping that he hadn't sounded all that remotely concerned for her well-being. even though that was the farthest from the truth. even if she was a pain in the ass, his ass to be specific, he still had too much respect for a woman to wish anything like rape or violence against them.
especially not... dammit, get yourself together. she's just a distraction. a stupid distraction.
[/center]trix, plox
→ age and gender .
twenty, and i have bewbz
→ time zone .
eastern time
→ other characters .
just antonia c:
→ sample post .
in all reality, gage probably had his entire life in tact because of cyd. yeah, she had caused a lot of hell for him when they had been held up in that apartment building together with her two mutts, but she had brought extra re-enforcement. not to mention her dogs did a good job at showing them signs when the undead were approaching the building with curiosity. the fact that she was deaf had come off a bit annoying at first, simply because she didn't talk much, and usually only said what she felt the need to. but just because she wasn't top notch company, socially wise, didn't mean he hadn't enjoyed it. discreetly, of course. he hadn't seen a lot of good looking women before cyd had literally crawled into his temporary kitchen window, most of them being animated and decaying. and after the first close encounter with their lives, gage had felt a small sense of... responsibility, almost, for her.
he wanted her to be safe, as much as he came off like he really didn't enjoy her being in his space most of the time. but everyone in mater had discovered that that was just how gage was; if you respected his personal space, they'd get along just fine.
the apartment encounter hadn't just left a bit of curiosity in him about her; she had also left behind a dagger. he didn't know if it had been on purpose, careless, or just an honest mistake, but he had pocketed it anyway. after seeing her in quarantine, he wanted to return it to her. at first he was going to give it to her straight up, but then he realized he could use it to his advantage. he hadn't been able to find an excuse to see how she was, or make any sort of contact, since they had arrived. all he had was the relationships he had gained with her dogs. that, and the dagger.
sure, he had planned to see how she was a little later in the week, but when he walked down the street and saw her dogs sitting outside the restaurant, he knew that he'd be sure to come face to face with the woman sooner than he had wanted. when he swung the door open, he tried to keep his eyes on the bar near the grill, only to see her sitting near the end of the row. a silenced curse slipped from beneath his lips, forgetting that she wouldn't have heard it even if he had screamed it. instead of backing away like an immature thirteen year old, he took the seat beside her nonchalantly, keeping his calm as soon as he was in her sight. he didn't even glance at her as he waited for the waitress to come around and take his order, just getting the basic meal the town could provide for after breakfast; some sweet potato fries and a burger on home cooked buns. it wasn't until after the beer he had requested for his drink was set down that he glanced at her.
for a moment, he didn't say anything, letting his eyes taking her in. slowly, he reached into his jeans pockets, pulling the dagger out. setting it on the counter between them, he glanced at her again, knowing that in order for her to understand him, he'd have to allow her to see his lips. it made it a little harder to keep talking, however, having to remain looking at her. "you left it, couple weeks back, remember? just.. thought you could use it a lot more than i could, with the inmate bullshit goin' 'round.." he trailed off, breaking eye contact and letting his head fall forward when he was done shoving his foot into his mouth. lifting his beer, he took a swig, clenching his eyes at the cold liquid as it slid down the back of his throat, all the while, desperately hoping that he hadn't sounded all that remotely concerned for her well-being. even though that was the farthest from the truth. even if she was a pain in the ass, his ass to be specific, he still had too much respect for a woman to wish anything like rape or violence against them.
especially not... dammit, get yourself together. she's just a distraction. a stupid distraction.