The Beast Within [Dark*Matter D20]

[loxmyth]

"So, you the people they were sending down from Atlanta?" He asks. "I'm Sheriff Barrington, at his is Deputy Howard. Good to see they're taking some action about this bear problem we're having." He extends a hand to Daunte

"Yup, that is we," Daunte confirms, taking the Sheriff's hand and giving a firm, short shake. "I'm Spinks, Daunte Spinks, by the way. So, can you fill us in on what's going on?" He asks, glancing cautiously at the deputy. "Where have the bear attacks been taking place? Are there any forested areas around that a bear could take refuge in?"

 

[Jarval]

"Good to meet you, Mr Spinks." Sheriff Barrington says, looking as if a great weight has been taken from his shoulders.

"We have got some woodland to the north of the town, and that's where the first attack took place." Deputy Howard chips in. "Second attack was just on the outskirts of town, right beside the road. A truck driver found the body less than an hour after it'd been killed."

"Yeah, it's been a nasty business for sure." Barrington adds. "But it might be better if we talked about this with the case files in front of us. If you don't mind working late, I could take you and your colleagues to the station once you've finished your meal here." The Sheriff meets Daunted's glaze as he speaks, giving an almost imperceptible warning nod toward Deputy Howard.

 

[Verbatim]

Taking a deep pull from his beer while the others talked to the uniformed men, Caleb felt a familiar passing moment of regret from a time that seemed like an eternity ago. He could almost feel the polyester-cotton mix of the uniform against his skin, and the comforting weight of his "smokey bear" hat on his head.

~Snap out of it Finn...Hoffman never forced you to step into the shadows, you did it yourself...~

Focusing back in on the conversation, Caleb hoped the files at the station would help point the group in the right direction.

"I think that perhaps we could get the order changed to go, and we could eat while you filled us in. Perhaps a call to the dispatcher could make sure the files were all pulled when we get there."

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

John sits, in silence but smiling friendily. He's social enough, but also has no idea how to relate to a pair of southern policeman, being an New England liberal, himself... best to stay quiet and let Daunte handle it. He looks like he knows what he's doing.

 

[flyingricepaddy]

Mick takes a sip of his lemonade (!), looks around at those still seated at the table, and shrugs. "Well, I don't feel particularly rushed, but if it saves us time it saves us time. So, 's it sound like a plan? "

(OOC-sorry for the absenteeism.)

 

[Jarval]

"Now that's some smart thinking." Sheriff Barrington looks approvingly at Caleb. "You folks go fix your order, and I'll make the call so the files'll be waiting for us when we arrive."

"You need me to come along?" Deputy Howard asks, sounding less than thrilled at the idea of working late.

"Nope, I'm sure I can handle a bit of paperwork by myself." Sheriff Barrington slaps the Deputy on the shoulder in an amused manner. "Get yourself something to eat Dan. Oh, and tell Eloisa to phone her mother if she's goin' to be back late. You know how Paula worries."

Grabbing his hat from the table, Sheriff Barrington places it carefully back into his head, then looks at you all.

"So, you folks ready to head on out?"

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

"So, you folks ready to head on out?"

"As soon as our food gets here," Lisa says, rising to greet the sherrif. "Lisa Taylor. Pleased to meet you."

 

[Verbatim]

Nodding his thanks at the Sheriff's words, Caleb quickly finishes his beer and waits for the others to get their food, making a mental note to get the chips and salsa to go.

~Brilliant plan Einstein, you should have remembered to order food with your brew...

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

John, noting the others are introducing themselves, stands and offers his hand. "John Parkinson," he says. "Nice to meet you."

 

[Jarval]

"Pleased to meet you to, Miss Taylor, Mr Parkinson." Sheriff Barrington shakes both offered hands firmly. "You folks got your own car, or do you want me to drive you'll to the station? I guess you might not feel like driving if you've come all the way down from Atlanta."

Eloisa returns with your food, now packed to go. She passes it over, then turns to the Sheriff.

"So, can I get you anything Uncle, or did mom send you by to check up on me?" She asks with a raised eyebrow. "I swear, she still treats me like I was fifteen..."

"I was going to order, but these good people have got business I need to attend to. I'll drop by and grab something to eat if we're finished before you close up." Sheriff Barrington smiles at Eloisa. "And your mother has always been one to worry. She fretted over me every time I scraped a knee or got in a fight."