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westerntrick2012-07-15 11:15 pm
timeforjustice) wrote in westerntrick2012-07-15 11:15 pm
June 6th, 1894
It was a fine Wednesday afternoon, only the gathering heat of the day a blemish on what would've been a perfect day for the outdoors. There was hardly a breeze and not quite enough clouds for any relief from the sun, which is why one Deputy Apollo Justice was forced to don his hat as he trekked further and further from the city center. He would've taken more notice of the day had he not been in a hurry, and grumbling under his breath besides.
His bicycle had been stolen again. He'd had it chained up behind the sheriff's office, but some scoundrel had pried a link apart and taken the goods, leaving only the cheap chain there in the dust. Lucky for Apollo, there'd been a couple of witnesses; the only problem with that was his thief had covered his head and his face, making real identification a tough prospect.
Apollo used what he'd heard to follow the trail, so to speak. His path lead down to the river, not further into town but heading out of it, towards where crops were grown using the water diverted from it. There were less people out here to be questioning, so he kept his eyes peeled instead, looking for a flash of metal -
And when he found it, it was on a river bank, half-submerged and stuck in the mud. Muttering a curse, Apollo shoved his gloves on his hands before sliding the short way down the bank, his boots leaving tracks in the mud behind him.
"Damn! It'll start to rust at this rate..."
His bicycle had been stolen again. He'd had it chained up behind the sheriff's office, but some scoundrel had pried a link apart and taken the goods, leaving only the cheap chain there in the dust. Lucky for Apollo, there'd been a couple of witnesses; the only problem with that was his thief had covered his head and his face, making real identification a tough prospect.
Apollo used what he'd heard to follow the trail, so to speak. His path lead down to the river, not further into town but heading out of it, towards where crops were grown using the water diverted from it. There were less people out here to be questioning, so he kept his eyes peeled instead, looking for a flash of metal -
And when he found it, it was on a river bank, half-submerged and stuck in the mud. Muttering a curse, Apollo shoved his gloves on his hands before sliding the short way down the bank, his boots leaving tracks in the mud behind him.
"Damn! It'll start to rust at this rate..."
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He can't see the other's mile-long stare, thanks to those glasses he's wearing, but Apollo still gets the sense that he's a mite distracted. The mention of work makes Apollo wince a little, and he speaks up again with a slightly nervous laugh,
"Well yeah, I got other work, but there's the concerns of the community to think about! 'Sides, I'm in the business of Justice, and don't you forget it. Means I'm not plannin' on ever becomin' that callous, Mr. Yomiel."
And he really should be getting back to his work, as interesting as this was. Apollo didn't have cases yet, just the paperwork Deputy Gavin kept giving him to get him used to doing it. He would much rather stay out here in the sunshine talking about mysteries and injustice... but any longer and he'd get scolded for leaving the office, and he doubted Deputy Gavin would care much that he'd left because of a bicycle thief.
"I'd better head on back. I'll see you 'round, Mr. Yomiel. ... And if you do remember more about that incident you told me, I'd be happy to hear it."
Apollo briefly tips his hat to the other man before walking a couple of paces away, then hopping up on his bike. Using it had never bothered him much before, but after criticism of its capabilities, Apollo felt a little awkward about it.