Post by Deleted on Apr 11, 2014 4:28:41 GMT
Chasing after a criminal is one thing. Finding one is an entirely different matter, and the only reason why she's wasting her time in an area like this. Zoe does not seek pleasure, she does not yearn for excitement -- merely for the preservation of justice in a world rampant with crime.
(Well, perhaps rampant is an exaggeration, but it isn't as if she has a shortage of work to do, either.)
And so she stands, arms folded across her not-inconsequential chest and leaning against a graffitied brick wall, buzzing neon lights illuminating her surroundings. It's like searching for a tiny needle in a giant haystack -- a girl with bleached hair and tanned skin belongs in a place like this as much as sand belongs on a beach. This is a waste of time, she thinks to herself, glancing at the small watch on her wrist.
Zoe knows being an officer isn't always the most glamorous life to lead, nor is it always the most rewarding; but chasing down some petty shoplifter is by far a new low.
The woman's expression doesn't change as she glares impatiently at the passersby. All she wants is for this boring, tedious night to end. There are other things more worthy of her time.
(I hope this is all right. If there's anything you need changed, feel free to tell me -- and if you're more comfortable in past tense, I don't mind switching in future posts to match you.)
ASHTON HOLMES
