Post by Levi Alexander Wolfe on Nov 20, 2015 13:06:31 GMT -6
Desk duty. Paperwork. Mindless paperwork at that. Levi had an itch to get out there and do something useful. Not just sit in an uncomfortable chair all day. He was the cliché nine to five desk job that most of America had and hated and he completely understood why. He did not join the force to be restrained and to sit at his desk all day. Yet here he was.
His desk was plan, much like his apartment. There was no personal items on it. It contained the simple necessities: a computer, some pens, and files. All personal items did was give people a prompt in order to talk to him about something personal. Levi was not one for that. It was called a personal life for a reason. Even the few people he could call friends didn’t know much about him. That was the way he liked it.
Levi was playing with a pen in his hand. His attention was not at all where it was supposed to be. Why did he want a job again? It took some hard work to get where he was and for that he was proud of himself. Although right now he felt pretty useless. His time could be much better spent on the streets. Perhaps scaring some of the kids. That was always fun. When he was out there he felt empowered and his mind was always focused and alert to his surroundings. At his desk, it was free to roam and think of things he didn’t want to think about. Especially not at work.
The officer’s hazel eyes scanned the office. There was people coming and going, phones rang every so often. His one hand was busy flipping the pen between his fingers. During his short time here he had still refused to drink coffee. He would not fall into that whole. Number one, he didn’t care for it much, and number two he didn’t want to add to the stereotype of cops drinking coffee and eating doughnuts all day. Although, a doughnut did sound pretty good right about now. No. No doughnuts.
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