Post by JAMES HOWARD STONE on Nov 8, 2012 22:10:05 GMT -5
James hadn't smoked in years. In fact, the last cigarette he had smoked was a week or two before he started training in the law enforcement academy. Now with everything going haywire, the world seemingly coming to an end, and everyone is trapped in a small town with fences only waiting for the supplies to run out... well, James found the time to start up again. Shifting through papers on his desk, the Sheriff found he was just wasting his time. Not one single officer was in or around the building (or at least it didn't seem like it to James) it had gotten to the point where he even sent his nephew home, or away for the day at least. They had enough men on duty as it was and James was almost positive nothing was going to break out today. People were too busy to get bored and start scrabbling about stupid shit. Not that James minded, he looked forward to calm days... just not... boring as hell days.
He shoved a few things into a beat up old desk and then reached for his black swede coat, throwing it over his shoulders and reaching into his pocket for a pack of pall malls. They were the cheapest cigarettes he'd ever smoked and quite frankly he hated the taste, but sometimes they were the best Lydia or any other scavenger could get... so he would deal with it. Better to have a pack handy than not have one at all. Stepping outside, James let out a small groan, sighing through his nose. Winter would be here soon, that he could tell. With the days getting noticeably shorter and the air getting more bitter, James did fear for this season. Things were going to be harder this time around. Placing the white stick between his lips, the sheriff pulled out a match and lit it, lighting his cigarette while shielding the flame from the wind with the other. With a quick inhale, James instantly felt better as he walked out from under the little overhang and porch of the police station. Breathing out a line of smoke from his nose he shoved one hand in his pocket while placing his crisp blue eyes down the road where some of the residential homes resided. Everyone seemed to be doing a last minute wrap up around they're homes before the winter really started to set in. James could only hope it wouldn't be a long winter, otherwise they would have to organize more raids with more people to go out in the dangerous weather. That was something the Sheriff didn't want to call upon.
Scuffing his black boots along the dirt road out front of the municipal building, he aimlessly walked around smoking his cigarette. He flexed and then relaxed his sore lower back, absentmindedly placing a hand on it. He wasn't unfit, but he was getting older, and when it came to tackling someone to the ground, well if he did it wrong it would hurt him for awhile.
His crystal blue eyes were almost striking, he'd been told that all of his life, but he paid no mind to it. Sucking in another lungful, James stood still now, staring out past the fences that surrounded the Haven while he slowly let the smoke drain from his exhaling breath. The wind took it and carried it away, also bringing the scent of dinner cooking in one of the residential homes not far away. He would have to get home sometime and try to make something for Louis... if the kid was even home. He had never been much more than a male figure to his nephew, it felt too weird to be anything more. James would never expect the kid to call him dad, it was too weird. He loved Louis like his own son, but he knew it just as well as anyone, Lou was not his son and never would be. At this point he'd doubted he even have his own kids. A smirk crossed his face at the thought. He was fine with the one night stand every now and again, he wasn't looking for anyone to tie himself to. He wasn't one to share to well.
Stepping back over to the porch steps of the old building, James let himself lower to sit on the middle step. The sheriff took yet another drag of the nasty habit, inhaling and letting his eyes slid closed in pleasure.
He shoved a few things into a beat up old desk and then reached for his black swede coat, throwing it over his shoulders and reaching into his pocket for a pack of pall malls. They were the cheapest cigarettes he'd ever smoked and quite frankly he hated the taste, but sometimes they were the best Lydia or any other scavenger could get... so he would deal with it. Better to have a pack handy than not have one at all. Stepping outside, James let out a small groan, sighing through his nose. Winter would be here soon, that he could tell. With the days getting noticeably shorter and the air getting more bitter, James did fear for this season. Things were going to be harder this time around. Placing the white stick between his lips, the sheriff pulled out a match and lit it, lighting his cigarette while shielding the flame from the wind with the other. With a quick inhale, James instantly felt better as he walked out from under the little overhang and porch of the police station. Breathing out a line of smoke from his nose he shoved one hand in his pocket while placing his crisp blue eyes down the road where some of the residential homes resided. Everyone seemed to be doing a last minute wrap up around they're homes before the winter really started to set in. James could only hope it wouldn't be a long winter, otherwise they would have to organize more raids with more people to go out in the dangerous weather. That was something the Sheriff didn't want to call upon.
Scuffing his black boots along the dirt road out front of the municipal building, he aimlessly walked around smoking his cigarette. He flexed and then relaxed his sore lower back, absentmindedly placing a hand on it. He wasn't unfit, but he was getting older, and when it came to tackling someone to the ground, well if he did it wrong it would hurt him for awhile.
His crystal blue eyes were almost striking, he'd been told that all of his life, but he paid no mind to it. Sucking in another lungful, James stood still now, staring out past the fences that surrounded the Haven while he slowly let the smoke drain from his exhaling breath. The wind took it and carried it away, also bringing the scent of dinner cooking in one of the residential homes not far away. He would have to get home sometime and try to make something for Louis... if the kid was even home. He had never been much more than a male figure to his nephew, it felt too weird to be anything more. James would never expect the kid to call him dad, it was too weird. He loved Louis like his own son, but he knew it just as well as anyone, Lou was not his son and never would be. At this point he'd doubted he even have his own kids. A smirk crossed his face at the thought. He was fine with the one night stand every now and again, he wasn't looking for anyone to tie himself to. He wasn't one to share to well.
Stepping back over to the porch steps of the old building, James let himself lower to sit on the middle step. The sheriff took yet another drag of the nasty habit, inhaling and letting his eyes slid closed in pleasure.
