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muserevival2016-02-24 05:20 pm
themiraclekid) wrote in muserevival2016-02-24 05:20 pm
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115.2 || Muse prompts: Quotes
”It was so unexpected, it shocked me.” ~ Gregg Smith
Ainsley had been excited beyond belief that Clint was coming to get him after school and take him on a field trip as Ange had put it. The recent conversations with Harry about his dreams of being a police officer had made him question himself more than he ever had. Why did he want to be a cop? Somehow, coming from a long line of police officers no longer seemed like reason enough, and Ainsley knew that he had to figure it out. The truth was, though, even now, he was convinced that he’d get some experience under his belt, and be absolutely convinced that he wanted to be a cop and was going to love it.
Clint picked him up in the foulest of moods, though Ainsley had somewhat expected that, given that he was dealing with the fact that his partner was in a bad way, in a lot of pain, and losing weight badly. Anyone who knew Linc knew he didn’t have much room to lose weight in the first place, because he was a model, and already incredibly slender. Ainsley tried to control his excitement, but he still was pretty pumped about whatever cop things they might be getting up to, no matter what it might be.
Only that was when Clint pulled up to the hospital and Ainsley was a little confused. He couldn’t begin to understand what they were doing here. Was Ange having Clint take him to meet a cop who’d been hurt in the line of duty or something? Or was this something different? Clint wasn’t saying much, and Ains who’d been so excited moments ago, was now starting to become nervous and unsure of himself. When he finally got the guts to speak up, he turned to Clint and asked softly. “Where are we going?”
Flicking his cigarette butt out the window, Clint didn’t even look at Ainsley, but the single word was unmistakable. “Morgue.”
Ainsley felt a shudder run down his spine, but he didn’t say anything. He’d never seen a dead body before. Not even at his granddad’s funeral, where they’d chosen to have a closed casket. He wasn’t sure how to feel about that, but how was he going to be a good cop if he couldn’t handle that? It would be childish to be a wuss about a dead body, and a good cop probably saw lots more bad things than that. “Oh. Why’re we going to the morgue?” he asked curiously, trying not to let Clint notice the tremor in his voice.
“You wanna be a cop, right?” Clint replied curtly. “You’re gonna be seein’ murdered bodies soon enough. Might as well get you started now, since you want to keep asking your sister to let you do cop shit. You wanna do cop shit, you’re gonna start with the worst parts and see how fuckin’ awesome it is.”
Ainsley’s eyes went wide, but he walked just far enough behind Clint that he couldn’t be seen. He didn’t want anyone to think he couldn’t handle it. He could. He could. He just needed to start practicing now.
He followed obediently, trying to keep up a false bravado as he made his way toward the morgue with Clitty, but a sense of anxiety rose up inside of him that he couldn’t shake… He couldn’t begin to understand where it came from. His whole life, being a police officer had been what he thought he’d do, and if he couldn’t stomach this, how was he supposed to do the rest of it? But right now, he couldn’t do anything. He was nervous and near shaking, and his attempts to hide it were weak at best.
Clint casually made his way to the morgue, something that he’d done many times before, and directed Ainsley to take a seat in a little waiting area. “Sit over there. I’ll be right back. You might wanna prepare yourself, though, kid. This dude looks pretty rough… been cut all to pieces. Some of his internal organs are external at this point. This ain’t like any shit you’ve ever see before. Stay right here.”
Then Clint disappeared down the hall, and Ainsley was sitting there, a heat rising from the bottom of his feet up to the top of his head, his ears and neck feeling like they were burning alive. Tears started flooding his eyes as his mind ran wild with the idea of what a body that had been that mutilated would look like… that body belonged to someone who probably had friends and family, someone who would probably be missed, and that realization hit him like a ton of bricks before he felt his heart start pounding so hard he could feel it in his ear drums. A wave of nausea hit him so fast he didn’t see it coming, and just as he was trying to do a runner to the bathroom, slammed into Clint coming back around the corner, and promptly threw up all over the clean linoleum. His eyes were flooding with tears, and without even thinking about it, he threw his arms around Clitty, hugging the older guy tight. “I don’t wanna do it,” he told him. “I don’t. I can’t…” He was gasping for air, unable to stop the tears, and shaking his head emphatically. “Please don’t make me do it, Clitty. I can’t.” Between the gasps for air and the pained sobs, he was asking, “I want Harry. I need to see Harry.”
Ainsley Ashwood, original character
Clint Chevalier isprivateinvestigations and is used with love and permission
Ainsley had been excited beyond belief that Clint was coming to get him after school and take him on a field trip as Ange had put it. The recent conversations with Harry about his dreams of being a police officer had made him question himself more than he ever had. Why did he want to be a cop? Somehow, coming from a long line of police officers no longer seemed like reason enough, and Ainsley knew that he had to figure it out. The truth was, though, even now, he was convinced that he’d get some experience under his belt, and be absolutely convinced that he wanted to be a cop and was going to love it.
Clint picked him up in the foulest of moods, though Ainsley had somewhat expected that, given that he was dealing with the fact that his partner was in a bad way, in a lot of pain, and losing weight badly. Anyone who knew Linc knew he didn’t have much room to lose weight in the first place, because he was a model, and already incredibly slender. Ainsley tried to control his excitement, but he still was pretty pumped about whatever cop things they might be getting up to, no matter what it might be.
Only that was when Clint pulled up to the hospital and Ainsley was a little confused. He couldn’t begin to understand what they were doing here. Was Ange having Clint take him to meet a cop who’d been hurt in the line of duty or something? Or was this something different? Clint wasn’t saying much, and Ains who’d been so excited moments ago, was now starting to become nervous and unsure of himself. When he finally got the guts to speak up, he turned to Clint and asked softly. “Where are we going?”
Flicking his cigarette butt out the window, Clint didn’t even look at Ainsley, but the single word was unmistakable. “Morgue.”
Ainsley felt a shudder run down his spine, but he didn’t say anything. He’d never seen a dead body before. Not even at his granddad’s funeral, where they’d chosen to have a closed casket. He wasn’t sure how to feel about that, but how was he going to be a good cop if he couldn’t handle that? It would be childish to be a wuss about a dead body, and a good cop probably saw lots more bad things than that. “Oh. Why’re we going to the morgue?” he asked curiously, trying not to let Clint notice the tremor in his voice.
“You wanna be a cop, right?” Clint replied curtly. “You’re gonna be seein’ murdered bodies soon enough. Might as well get you started now, since you want to keep asking your sister to let you do cop shit. You wanna do cop shit, you’re gonna start with the worst parts and see how fuckin’ awesome it is.”
Ainsley’s eyes went wide, but he walked just far enough behind Clint that he couldn’t be seen. He didn’t want anyone to think he couldn’t handle it. He could. He could. He just needed to start practicing now.
He followed obediently, trying to keep up a false bravado as he made his way toward the morgue with Clitty, but a sense of anxiety rose up inside of him that he couldn’t shake… He couldn’t begin to understand where it came from. His whole life, being a police officer had been what he thought he’d do, and if he couldn’t stomach this, how was he supposed to do the rest of it? But right now, he couldn’t do anything. He was nervous and near shaking, and his attempts to hide it were weak at best.
Clint casually made his way to the morgue, something that he’d done many times before, and directed Ainsley to take a seat in a little waiting area. “Sit over there. I’ll be right back. You might wanna prepare yourself, though, kid. This dude looks pretty rough… been cut all to pieces. Some of his internal organs are external at this point. This ain’t like any shit you’ve ever see before. Stay right here.”
Then Clint disappeared down the hall, and Ainsley was sitting there, a heat rising from the bottom of his feet up to the top of his head, his ears and neck feeling like they were burning alive. Tears started flooding his eyes as his mind ran wild with the idea of what a body that had been that mutilated would look like… that body belonged to someone who probably had friends and family, someone who would probably be missed, and that realization hit him like a ton of bricks before he felt his heart start pounding so hard he could feel it in his ear drums. A wave of nausea hit him so fast he didn’t see it coming, and just as he was trying to do a runner to the bathroom, slammed into Clint coming back around the corner, and promptly threw up all over the clean linoleum. His eyes were flooding with tears, and without even thinking about it, he threw his arms around Clitty, hugging the older guy tight. “I don’t wanna do it,” he told him. “I don’t. I can’t…” He was gasping for air, unable to stop the tears, and shaking his head emphatically. “Please don’t make me do it, Clitty. I can’t.” Between the gasps for air and the pained sobs, he was asking, “I want Harry. I need to see Harry.”
Ainsley Ashwood, original character
Clint Chevalier is
privateinvestigations and is used with love and permission