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techiehux:
Five magic words from his boss and Techie’s spirits rise: “Huxley! A job for you.” Finally! A chance to prove himself. He fastens his toolbelt tight around his waist (but he’s so thin it slides down no matter what) and takes a deep breath.
Okay. Alright. Do great on this job and maybe you’ll be promoted from unpaid-intern to paid intern, and that’ll make all the difference. No more long nights in a seedy apartment complex with his gun (shaking, unloaded) pointed at the lock-less front door.
He takes the assignment files gratefully and scans over them. Police HQ need some repairs. Easy stuff! Perfect. He’ll be living in a safer place soon, no problem!
That being done, William “Techie” Huxley ties his hair up in a loose ponytail and makes his way to the local police station.
For a small county, it was rare for anything to happen. Rather, rare for anything bad to happen in this town. As far as anyone knows..
Except, of course, the constant breakdown of old tech in the police department. Systems older than the few deputies that loung around in the office waiting for calls to come in. Most of the older deputies knew how to knock it around to make it work, but with some computers with a new system on it, needless to say when things break down, or someone doesn’t know how to use it, they don’t hesitate to make a desperate call to the company.
The ‘newbie’ deputy was a stranger in this town. Just appearing out of nowhere in search for a job, living at the farthest side of town at the edge. The woman kept to herself, having her own talents when it called for it, but hardly really interacted with the other officers besides small timed jokes and picking up the work no one wanted. Unfortunately for her, that work was hindered by the computer malfunction. And now she had to wait for the tech guy to come on from the nearby city.
Rosie passes the time in her chair, rocking, tapping her feet, doing the paperwork manually while waiting to he able to put it in system. The dingy dull shades of the worn down office did little to keep her awake, and by the time the new tech arrived, her eyes were quick to hone in on them with that piercing gaze. From across the room, her Sheriff was making his way in with the young lad, explaining their issues one by one, to the best of his abilities, until finally making his way to the cat’s small cubicle. Rosie, as the typical soldier, was quick to rise to her feet to greet the strange young man.. curious if it was really the right person, given he seemed young, but she nonetheless gave him the smallest smile as she stood aside,
“So you’re our tech guy, huh? About time you made it..”
“Uh huh. That’s m-me,” Techie said, mirroring her tiny smile. His hand shook, ironically, as he offered it to Rosie for a hand shake. It seemed to take great effort to keep himself steady. “Bill H-Huxley. The techie.”
Looking around the cubicle discretely, he tried to get a sense of what sort of person she was, but he came up blank. It was difficult to tell; it didn’t look like she’d been here long.
About time? Anxiety rose into his throat and clogged it up tight. Techie’s eyes darted around for a clock, and once he saw the time, all color drained from his face until he was a sickly white. Fifteen minutes late. He was done for and hadn’t even started! He swallowed thickly and said, “S-sorry! I didn’t realize the, um, t-time…”
TechieHux 