Coal Mine Street Police House

[Nicholas Wright]

"Well, it makes a chinking noise when I look for it." Wright replied, smoothly working into the conversation the only thing he would ever look for.

He proceeded to pull out his half drunken beer and drink it despite Eleri's instructions. She wasn't around to 'Nicholas Wright' him into stopping, so he figured he'd enjoy it.

"Never got all that clothes stuff." He remarked, between drinks. "Why fuss over clothes? Just takes up time. 'sides, you get given your uniform... Life's easier in the Force, y'see?" He went back to drinking defiantely.

[Hadrian Beaumont]

Hadrian gave the bottle a flat Look before turning his eyes onto the Captain, raising a single eyebrow. "Keep drinking... And I'll put something unpleasant on every bottle that'll ruin the beer inside." He warned before beginning to rifle through the papers.

"I never really got it either. I mean, you roll out of bed and grab the closest stuff that doesn't smell like something's died in it. But people go nuts for new 'designer' clothes, they don't realise that the clothes actually cost less than the stuff they're already wearing and they're just paying for the label that goes with them." He mused as he pulled out a stapler from the piles. "People are sheep, the style culture is the perfect place for them to follow blindly."

[Nicholas Wright]

Wright, who continued to drink anyway, raised his own eyebrow.
"Odd lecture coming from someone in your clothes." He pointed out, before pausing, looking at the bottle, and continuing to drink.

"Oh, and I'm the Captain of Police." He added with a grin. "And those bottles are my property. Wouldn't wanna stick a charge of tampering with police property on you, so, y'know, leave it alone..."

Despite being a drunk and a general failure, Wright still knew the law, and knew he had weapons Hadrian couldn't match.

Plus, he got a smug satisfaction from misbehaving behind Eleri's back.

[Hadrian Beaumont]

Hadrian eyed his clothes before shrugging a shoulder, "Dad's attempt to buy love." He stated flatly. Every few months or so their father would send a carepackage of his latest designs and brands, Fae refused pointblank to ever wear them, their mother didn't get any, Luciana only wore them when she went to see her friends because they were part of that style culture and Hadrian didn't give a damn. If it was there he was going to wear it.

"Isn't it against regulation for an officer to be under the influence of alcohol or drugs? Punishable by an inquiry, suspension and possibly even time in their own holding cells?" He asked innocently, giving Wright a look of wide eyed curiousity as he retrieved a hole puncher.

[Nicholas Wright]

Wright smirked.
"Not in this city, boy." He replied with satisfaction. "City's overrun by the dead, our department was granted its own operating laws way back to try and combat it. Why the ranking system differs here, among other things." He explained casually.

"The law is the law, but internal enforcement is a bit different here." He answered. "See, using lethal force anywhere else in the country, well, you'd be in big trouble. Here though? We know it's a neccesity. We couldn't have afforded to do an internal inquiry every time someone dusted a vampire, now, could we?"

"So now, any inquiry is run by, well, me." Wright grinned. "I find myself not guilty!" And he drank. "Of course, in theory, you could over my head, but I don't think the rest of the country know we exist..."

[Hadrian Beaumont]

Hadrian raised an eyebrow and waved the rular he found absently, "A bit different?" He echoed, "I'll admit the fact that we've got vamps and weres and the odd demon running around, but I'm fairly certain other cities have that problem too. Ours is just a bit bigger. So what gives the Edgehaven Police Department the right to... Do things their own way?" He asked, chosing his words carefully.

[Nicholas Wright]

Wright sighed, and rubbed his forehead. All he needed now was some young kid grasping onto the moral high ground, and using it as a weapon against him.

"Look kid, don't even try that with me..." There was an edge to Wright's voice that hadn't been there before. Or ever. Something seemed to say 'after what I've seen, I have the right, and don't you ever doubt it'. "Do y'think this department was always like this? You really think that when I signed up, this place was like this?" He gestured around at the tip.

"We fought 'em. We tried to retake the city. Now there's four of us left in an old disused house on the edge of the city. You do the math." He didn't need to say what had happened to everybody else. "Other cities have crime. Edgehaven has war. The rules are different here."

[Hadrian Beaumont]

Hadrian bit his lower lip and wisely didn't comment, instead carrying on with cleaning up and sorting the Captain's desk. Mentally added 30+ points of 'douche-baggery' to his talley. Along with a further +10 points of tactlessness.

He worked in silence for a bit before asking quietly, "The circle don't help... do they?"

[Nicholas Wright]

Wright simply raised an eyebrow.
"The Circle help to 'maintain the balance'." He stated firmly. "Not, uphold the law. Y'see, those vamps we've got banged up in the cells? That werewolf we aprehended? Not their problem. And even if they did interefere, they'd of killed 'em."

"We capture, we bring to justice. It's our job. They run around saving the world with their cheesy grins and flashy swords. We do the dirty job nobody wants to know. Easy to sing about saving the universe." He complained. "Not so easy to sing about one werewolf who nearly killed a few folk."

[Hadrian Beaumont]

Hadrian wrinkled his nose before giving Wright a measuring look, "And you can't uphold the law in your current state can you? Which is why you're drinking. Because you hate it." He scratched at his hair and perched himself on the desk behind him, ignoring the sheets of paper and that pencil as he did so.

"How about.... a business proposition Captain Wright?" He suggested, a slow wicked smirk curling on the corners of his mouth.

[Nicholas Wright]

Wright frowned. Buisness propositions? All he knew how to do was run the force, and that he didn't know how to do very well. He wasn't ready for some rich brat to try and run circles around him.

"We're doing fine." He said a little defensively. "We're, y'know, improving..." He had to admit, things could be better, and that boy did have money. Maybe there was something in this.

"CORPORAL MORTYMER!" Wright shouted, realising that Eleri would be better suited for this kind of thing. After all, he needed some back up. He'd never admit it, but he was rubbish at this kind of thing. "Alright, when she gets here, let's hear it."

[Eleri Mortymer]

As Eleri left the room, she began to wonder where she could find Nolan. The place wasn't big, but it seemed people could get lost in here quite easily. As if summoned by her thought, Nolan appeared from another door.

"Do you need any help, Corporal?" He asked her.

"Yes, actually..." Said Eleri. She'd have to find out how he did that. "I was wondering if there was a washing machine or anything around, I need to wash my uniform." She indicated the blood patches. "I don't do so well with blood on my skin and clothes, even when it's dry." She explained.

Nolan nodded. "I'll see what I can do." He said.

"Thanks." Eleri replied. "I'll just be a minute... my clothes are still here, right?" She asked, opening the door opposite Nolan, the one to the room she had changed in earlier. After assurance that they were, she entered it and closed the door behind her.

Fishing her phone out of her pocket, she set it down and removed the nose clip and her uniform. The smell of the blood hit her quickly, making her blink. She hadn't realised how effective the clip had been. Then she noticed that the blood had seeped through onto her skin. She stuck her head around the side of the door, keeping the rest of her firmly behind it, called Nolan, passed him her bloody uniform and asked if there was any chance of a bowl of water and a cloth. Nolan took her clothes, disappeared behind the door and then reappeared a moment later with a bowl of warm water and a washcloth.

Eleri thanked him, reached her arms from behind the door to take the bowl, drew her head inside and kicked it shut. She washed the blood off, dressed again in her civilian clothes, made sure she grabbed her phone and the noseclip and left the room, taking the bowl with her. She stopped in the corridor, knocked on the other door and left the water outside.

Just as she did so, she heard Wright bellow her name and sighed. What now? She wondered.

Re-entering the room, she looked at the two men curiously, noted the half-bottle of beer in Wright's hand and frowned. She was going to have Words at some point. Very Strong Words.

"Yes, captain?" She asked calmly.

[Nicholas Wright]

Wright caught the frown, and gulped. He tried to shake off his terror, and get back to the point at hand.
"Mr....Beaumont.....was it?" He had only heard Hadrian's name from down in the cells, and wasn't certain he'd got it right. Still, he had a pretty good memory for names, and was pretty certain he was right. "Mr Beaumont has a buisness proposition for us, and I thought, as our chief executive....paper work....person..." He made a mental note to think of a better job title for Eleri, "...you should be here to hear it."

In other words, Wright didn't trust himself to have a clue what Hadrian was talking about, but he wasn't about to admit that.

[Eleri Mortymer]

Eleri raised an eyebrow. "executive paperwork person"? She had a feeling that title was going to stick harder than she wanted it to.

"Of course, sir." She seated herself on the other chair next to Wright's desk and looked at Hadrain expectantly.

[Hadrian Beaumont]

Hadrian shrugged a shoulder and grinned wryly, "I wasn't going to give you the run-around Captain." He assured the older man with a chuckle before turning his attention to Miss Eleri.

"My idea is this, you guys are obviously on the up. But you need the proper resources to do your jobs. My proposition is simple, you need someone to work at improving your equipment and your facilities, such as improving the holding cells, giving you guys stuff like silver-plated batons, steal reenforced handcuffs for the bastards who have super strength and other little things like the nose clip Luci gave Miss Eleri earlier. The works.

"I've been working for various companies on and off for the last few years doing nothin' but computer work that is kind of, I dunno if its legal or not. They ask me to hack into their systems, through any means nessicary and then show their tech departments how to stop people from doing what I just did. Fact of the matter is, I want to help you guys, and if I wasn't offering now, I know my mother would show up probably tomorrow and offer the exact same thing. All I want, is something to do. If I get to help people and help you guys keep the streets safe, its a major bonus that I'm not going to over-look."

He scratched at the back of his head realising he may have gone on a bit before shrugging a shoulder. "Opinions?"