Octavia (Intro)

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Not every call in LA is the same.

You got people drunk-biking. You got people sewer-fishing. Then you got some madman showing his ass off on the street.

Hey there. I'm Octavia Randolph. And I hate everything about my life.

There's nothing special about it other than the fact my 7th great grandfather invented the swivel chair, loved mac and cheese- and also wrote the Declaration of Independence. Oh, and my dad is the District Attorney.

My partner Adam Grant, is the most irritating person in the department. He's 52 years old, lazy, a failed corporal and has no common sense whatsoever. And I hate myself for volunteering to be partners with him. The last time we actually did something productive was 6 shifts ago, when I went on a foot pursuit behind some shoplifter. 

"Hey kid!" he calls me. I loathe the sound of it (and his voice). Can you hate someone this much and still manage to bear their weight everyday? No clue where I found the patience to endure such a dimwit on a daily basis, all the while getting sympathy from the other officers for my poor decisions. 

Then again Jefferson had to deal with Alexander Hamilton nearly all the time, so I guess patience just runs in the family. I've practically become a joke to everyone because of my partner's incompetence for the job.  Luckily, I am not  the department's favorite gossip topic. No that's our watch commander, Sergeant Thatcher, who is fighting with his ex-wife over the relevance of their marriage as he was still married to his first wife when they got together. He wants the alimony back and she is broke anyways, so she can't repay him. 

It is a shitshow. An entertaining one at that.

I've experienced quite a lot of odd calls even though I only joined the force around 2 years ago. Y'know, like in the TV shows. My favorite so far was when a guy called 911 saying he's being held hostage... by flamingos. He decided it was a good idea to go inside the enclosure to get a couple of shots of the animals. 

Adam and I laughed about that for weeks. 

"HEY KID!" 

I got to go!


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