Post by JOHNNY KYLE BOLT on May 13, 2015 23:00:57 GMT
"Hey Rookie, do you have my coffee?"
Bolt turned away from the awaiting radio, his eyebrows furrowing as he shook his head. "I don't think there's any left, Mr. Gustus. But you can check downstairs." The man looked momentarily surprised before nodding. "Oh..thanks Bolt." The blonde boy nodded in return, his attention already turned back to the large radio system, his hand resting on the radio attached to the machine as he waited for a call. Recently Bolt had completed all the complaints and calls. The other officers were impressed, but it wasn't long before they put him in here. This is where the complaints came, so instead of doing paperwork, they would make Bolt answer the phone and deal with it directly. Plus paper work.
Biting his lip, Bolt frowned, wondering if the machine was broken. Bolt had noticed the Queen's guards were particularly worried, paranoid even. The boy would ask, but the headmistress always said not to ask questions that could get him killed-so he kept shut. Bolt was about to turn and grab his Trainee Manual, when the radio rang. Grabbing the radio off the hook, Bolt tucked it under his ear, and grabbed his notepad. "Hello-" The woman on the call was livid. All yelling, no explanations. It was hard for Bolt to write down the case, but he managed. "I'll be there right away." He promised with a determined nod, before putting the radio back in place, and rushing out the building to his transportation a.k.a his bike.
Hoping on the metal, Bolt peddled through the streets, heading to the tall, looming orphanage rather close to the WPA. Maybe it was for emergency reasons like this. Hightailing it on his bike, Bolt swerved around the corner, coming to a stop in front of the large home, and shoving his bike to the side before stepping in front of the door, with an air of urgency. WPA Agents were to be the most professional workers there could be. Ellen's words. He would not fail her.
"WPA worker here!"
@lizzy
Bolt turned away from the awaiting radio, his eyebrows furrowing as he shook his head. "I don't think there's any left, Mr. Gustus. But you can check downstairs." The man looked momentarily surprised before nodding. "Oh..thanks Bolt." The blonde boy nodded in return, his attention already turned back to the large radio system, his hand resting on the radio attached to the machine as he waited for a call. Recently Bolt had completed all the complaints and calls. The other officers were impressed, but it wasn't long before they put him in here. This is where the complaints came, so instead of doing paperwork, they would make Bolt answer the phone and deal with it directly. Plus paper work.
Biting his lip, Bolt frowned, wondering if the machine was broken. Bolt had noticed the Queen's guards were particularly worried, paranoid even. The boy would ask, but the headmistress always said not to ask questions that could get him killed-so he kept shut. Bolt was about to turn and grab his Trainee Manual, when the radio rang. Grabbing the radio off the hook, Bolt tucked it under his ear, and grabbed his notepad. "Hello-" The woman on the call was livid. All yelling, no explanations. It was hard for Bolt to write down the case, but he managed. "I'll be there right away." He promised with a determined nod, before putting the radio back in place, and rushing out the building to his transportation a.k.a his bike.
Hoping on the metal, Bolt peddled through the streets, heading to the tall, looming orphanage rather close to the WPA. Maybe it was for emergency reasons like this. Hightailing it on his bike, Bolt swerved around the corner, coming to a stop in front of the large home, and shoving his bike to the side before stepping in front of the door, with an air of urgency. WPA Agents were to be the most professional workers there could be. Ellen's words. He would not fail her.
"WPA worker here!"
@lizzy
