Meet and Greet?// (Rissa)

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B L A M E IT ON ME OR BLAME IT ON Y O U
relax take it easy for there is nothing that we can do
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The truck grumbled it's agitation as the woman pulled it to a swift halt. It growled, coughed and then began to tick rhythmically to cool the engine. She smiled as turned to her left, having been told to go straight to the campus police office after she had informed the main office of her arrival. The latter of the two she had completed, and now that she could see her new office, she felt as if she finally belonged somewhere. The female opened the stiff door, throwing her shoulder against it when it stuck awkwardly, and then emerged somewhat gracefully from the vehicle. She was in no hurry, she had no horse to take care of just yet, he was due to arrive in four days. The female pushed against the trucks door, increasing the pressure when it wouldn't budge. She sighed in frustration, turning to press her hands against the door and then kicking it when, yet again, it wouldn't shut. Her head shook in despair, giving up when she realized it was impossible. She needed a new truck, that was obvious. Her blue oracles scanned around her, not seeing anyone around. She decided her stuff would be safe and turned to walk to the building.

Once inside, the woman's eyes caressed everything. The office seemed perfect, her red painted lips pulling up into an excited smile. She had been told that the other officer would greet her, yet he didn't seem to be around. She saw a couple of closed doors and guessed he may be inside one of them. Hello? she called out, her fingers clicking as she concentrated on conjuring up her colleagues name. She had only been told it about ten minutes ago. Something Urban? Mr Urban? she called out once more, failing to pick out his first name. Her eyes flickered from each of the doors, wondering which he may appear from. Or, would he surprise her by coming in behind her from the main door. She looked over her shoulder accusingly, her eyes now fixed on the main door. Her teeth picked at her bottom lip as she waited, suddenly nervous about meeting her colleague.

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TAGS: Rissa!
WORDS: Three hundred and sixty two
OUTFIT: Click!?
STATUS: complete
MUSE: wubbish!
LYRICS: relax, take it easy by mika
CREDIT: kourtni @ CAUTION !

[.Rissa.]

--Baby, come right in the water's fine,
I'll be right here you take you're time.--

Though there was paper work on the desk, and work uploaded on the computer screen, the officer's hazel eyes were staring out the window. He had recieved a phone call five minutes prior about a newly arriving officer. The man was trying not to get his hopes up, the last person that came in never did anything, and honestly, Clinton wasn't sure they even did what their resume proclaimed to say.

He just let his mind wonder freely for a moment. He couldn't help but think a sexy woman would be his new partner in fighting 'crime' but the odds weren't even worth betting on. It would be an amazing dream come true though. He imagined her having long slender legs, walking in black high heels. Her- ah- why not make her blonde? Her hair wrapped around her flawless face, and her choice of outfit was professional, yet seductive. A short bacl skirt with a white button blouse that was one button to low un-done.

He didn't hear anyone enter, but a woman's voice echoed down the hall. Suddenly his head turned in the direction to the closed door. The same voice addressed him again in a formal matter. Hmm, so maybe he did have a female partner in fighting crime. The young man quickly rose from his seat. His hazel eyes glanced down at his attitre. A black shirt with a yellow badge on the corner, comfortable fitting blue jeans with a black belt that had a radio clipped to one side. The otherside had a Leatherman 13 tool in 1 device in it's small carrying case. He also had a flashlight that was a batone as well. His large hand wrapped around the handle and he pushed the door open. He emerged from his office finding himself staring at a brunette in not so much business like clothes. She wore a spaghetti strap tank, jeans, and sandals with dimond things on them. Oh, and a flower in her hair. He cocked his head from the side to get some hair out of his face and he approached her with a friendly smile, maybe this was just a lost person.. who knew his name.. "G'day," his Australian accent blurting from his mouth, "I'm Clinton Urban, Clint is perfectly fine," his lips pursed a second, "Can I help you with anything?"

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She jumped when the man appeared from one of the closed doors, her orbs now flashing accusingly at him. Her features then softened again, he watched as he seemed to asses her outfit. I know what you're thinking, I'm not exactly dressed for crime fighting, but the woman at the office told me on the phone that I don't properly start until tomorrow. she explained, her lips pulling up into an amused smile. Tomorrow, he would think she was a different person. She then answered his last question, a little confused. I'm Summer Holmes, you're new partner? she offered, her head cocked to the side. Had the receptionist forgotten to tell him of her arrival?Her own eyes scanned the male, who had a sort of rugged handsome look going on. She sighed, he probably thought she was some ditsy air head that had no idea what being a police officer meant. How wrong he was. She had the scars to prove it. Unlike many people, Summer wasn't afraid to bare her scars. She liked to think of them as war wounds, each having their own tale to tell. But, they weren't gained in such an honored way. Her lips pulled tightly together to stop herself from blurting out something stupid, she was growing more and more uncomfortable. Maybe coming to the academy was a bad idea, she seemed to already make a bad impression.

If you want me to go and change, I'll do so. she offered stupidly, but suddenly she was angry. Her expression changed from friendly confusion, to bordering furious. She craved a cigarette, something that calmed her. She looked at the man, her lips parting to speak. If you don't mind, I think I may just come back tomorrow. I have a stubborn truck to keep me busy anyway. she told him, turning on her heels to leave the room.

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TAGS: Rissa!
WORDS: Three hundred and fourteen
OUTFIT: Click!?
STATUS: complete
MUSE: Meh..
LYRICS: relax, take it easy by mika
CREDIT: kourtni @ CAUTION !

[.Rissa.]

--Baby, come right in the water's fine,
I'll be right here you take you're time.--

Whoa, okay, so she was his new partner in crime. He nodded his head at her explanation, everything was cool there, "Ah yes, It's a pleasure to meet you Summer," he smiled. But, it was almost in an instant that her mood seemed to change.

Okay, okay, Clint hadn't meant to sound or look like he was judging her. He was the typical dumb male. The next words that flew out of her mouth greatly surprised him. She just made a jump taller than the equine world record with her statment! He never even suggested doing any of the sort- he didn't even think about it! His mouth popped open in utterly surprise. Then, before he had time to even defend himself, she threw out an excuse to leave on her own. Women were truly so complicated. She turned on her heel and the officer stuttered to speak, "W-wait!" he called after her, quickly walking closer to where she was, "It's a good looking outfit," he said it before he even thought of what it sounded like, "I mean, there's no reason for you to change." It was obvious the poor man was at his wit's end. His hazel eyes looked at the woman. Oh, thank God Kirk was not here right now. He would never live this one down.

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B L A M E IT ON ME OR BLAME IT ON Y O U
relax take it easy for there is nothing that we can do
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She knew he was close on her heels, causing her to speed up childishly. She ignored him when he called out for her to wait, but his next words made her stop. She attempted to stifle her laughter, but it didn't work. Her chest began to heave as she gave a roll of laughter, his words thoroughly tickling her. She knew then that he was just like any other man on the planet, he hadn't tried to offend her at all. This made her feel bad for him, but the laughter wouldn't stop. She placed her hand out to signal for him to wait, her other hand clutching her stomach. She finally straightened up, wiping the tears that had strolled down her cheeks. Okay, okay. You're forgiven. But, you really do have to learn to think before you speak. she told him, another snort of chuckles leaving her. It is honestly a pleasure to meet you, And I promise I won't do that to you again. I wouldn't want to put you through that torture ever again. she chuckled, offering out her hand to shake. She knew he probably would be baffled by other instant emotional change, but that was women for you. He'd just have to get used to it.

She looked over her shoulder at her truck, with the door still wide open. Hey, you couldn't help me with something, could you? she asked, her eyes back on Clint. The door is stuck open, and usually I can get it to close. But today, it has other ideas. she told him, making her way to the vehicle. She shoved the door again, it didn't budge. Her shoulder slammed against it, again it didn't move. See? she called to him, her facial expression turning to one of determination as she glared at the truck door.

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TAGS: Rissa!
WORDS: Three hundred and six
OUTFIT: Click!?
STATUS: complete
MUSE: Humorous.
LYRICS: relax, take it easy by mika
CREDIT: kourtni @ CAUTION !

[.Rissa.]

--Baby, come right in the water's fine,
I'll be right here you take you're time.--

As soon as his idotic statement left his mouth, the woman froze in her tracks. Clint almost shut his eyes. He was prepared for all woman scorn to break loose. He was about to believe that Ursual off the mermaid was real. Then, he heard... laughing? Oh no, oh God, was she crying? Then, boom, her lips exploded into a fit of laughter. He just stood there completley dumb founded at the fact that she found his comment amusing.

Kirk never mentioned anything about women acting like this. He parted his lips to attempt to say something, but she held out her finger and kept laughing. He immedialty snapped his jowls shut. She finally turned to face him, and was more than kind, she was now apologizing for herself. Were all woman like this? Clint nodded, baffled by the fact of her ability to have so many different personalities in three minutes.

The officer took her hand and shook it, feeling something, probably just confusion. Summer didn't waste anytime in putting him to work. He got the feeling she was probably going to be the new decsion maker around the place, "Um, sure," he shrugged simply and followed her out the door. A few spaces down, set his black '69 mustang. He had done a bunch of work on it himself, actually all of it except the paint job in high school. It was starting to need new spark plugs though.

The man watched as her small frame pushed hard against the door and it never budged. That had to mean something wasn't aligning up right. He walked over to the door himself and tested it, noting it binding up when he tried to pull on it, "Some W-D 40 would help, I have some in my car," he said looking up at her then in the direction of the sleak mustang, "I'll be right back." His frame quickly walked to the car he opened the unlocked door. He bent the seat forward and dug on the floorboard in the back until he found a used can of it. He quickly approached Summer, feeling very manly in being able to help her with car trouble, "I'd say one of the hinges is catching on something," he explained, "This is only a temporary fix, so it can't catch on anything," he explained as he sprayed the can carefully onto the spots needed so the greasey liquid wouldn't get into her truck, "A permanet fix would be realigning the door," he said as he looked at it more closely, "Which is easy enough to do," he nodded, "I put new doors on the car when I first got it."