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The Dream Is Always the Same The What The chronicle of a patrol boot growing into the role of a proper deputy, and the inevitable physical and mental degradation that is to follow one in such a taxing position over a long (or perhaps abrupt) period of servitude to the Los Santos County Sheriff's Department. This thread will document the day-to-day of Deputy Sheriff Dinarra Horowitz, insomniac and Richman-born Hebrew struggling to fill a pair of shoes which may prove to be a few sizes too big. The Who Dinarra Horowitz is an Israeli-American born from a family of immigrants. Her mother and father immigrated with her grandparents in the 20th century in order to find a better life in America. Her father is a lawyer, while her mother has forever been a stay-at-home who’s raised her children, Dinarra and her older brother Isaac. Having been raised in a family that has always been close to America’s legal system, both of the Horowitz children have a mentality leaning towards the concept of pro-justice, for that has been the environment they have been raised in. Kept away from the crime-ridden areas of South Central, being raised in Richman, the siblings and the family at large have never had very many negative interactions with Law Enforcement personnel, leading them to develop a confidence in the system that upholds the pillars of American society. With her older brother going off to an Ivy League in Newark, New Jersey, Dinarra was less interested in following in her father’s footsteps, but rather working in a more hands-on tenure as a member of Law Enforcement. Mortal Reminders & The Dream Plagued by a recurring dream, Horowitz finds herself frequently waking up in the middle of the night. This impacts her work environment and her home life, as much as she does her best to assure others that it does not. As the character develops, so to will light be shed on what keeps our boot up during absurd hours. To accompany, we will have her internalizations, reflections, and reminders of one's humanity (or lack there-of) as they come, alongside persons of interest. POIs will take place in the form of friends, mentors, or simply those who have left a strong impression on Dinarra as a character. Your closest friend and confidant. He was a Deputy, like you. You were just finishing the academy when IA chewed him up and spit him out. It broke your heart when he called you from Jail. ----- Your families know each other from the old country. Your mother was like a second mother to him. And his, to you. You're not sure what you'd do without him. ----- He's been with you through the whole journey. From the time you enlisted, until you finally graduated. You can think of nothing better than his praise. It means more to you than your own. ----- When you're down, he picks you back up. When you've got something on your mind, he listens. When you need advice, he's already been through most of your problems. You'd do anything for him. April 7th, 106 Cougar Ave And then you woke up. ----- You met your first patrol instructor while you were at Shay's. You get the impression they're tight knit. That's what they say about the gang unit, anyhow. You weren't sure what to make of him, at first. ----- You grabbed your shit and you hopped into his car. You met another Deputy in the parking lot, when you pulled in. Keith Macdonald was his name, you only exchanged a few words. Fifteen minutes later, you got a call that he was dead. ----- You didn't know the guy. It still upset you, though, he was still a badge. Calhoun was a little more upset with what happened. You were mid-way through orientation when you went down to the call. ----- You weren't sure what you should have expected when you got there. The man was shot dead in a crummy parking lot. No one was there to help him. One person was there to see it, and they wouldn't talk. ----- That's what made your blood run cold, that night. Not so much the thought of it being you - Well, maybe the thought of it being you. But the thought of nothing ever coming of it is a hell of a lot worse. ----- Calhoun doesn't strike you as a by-the-book kind of guy. You caught your first hook with him, though. He doesn't really know you; he probably doesn't care about you. But some part of you hopes he's proud, if only because you want to be like him. April 8th, Twin Towers Correctional Facility Like being pulled beneath the current. And then you woke up. ----- You met Castillo in TTCF. You were pulling a duty assignment, after transferring from elsewhere. You're not sure what he makes of you. Frankly, you're not sure what you make of him yet either. ----- He gave you a tip about going upstairs alone in the pod. It'll probably save your life. You passed that off to a fresh arrival. It'll probably save his life. ----- Castillo seems like a busy-body. He works as a detective outside, but he's also an investigator for the jail. You'd like to know more about him. Though you're remiss to ask, for being thumbed as just being an overeager boot. April 8th, Davis Wet inhalation. Like being pulled beneath the current. And then you woke up. ----- Tonight was your first evaluated patrol. You met your evaluator before you enlisted, though. He's another friend of Shay's. He's a little different from most people you've met, prior to the service. ----- You get the impression he's seen some shit. If only because of the way he carries himself. You're not sure what he makes of you, though. Would it matter to him if you wound up like Keith? ----- You wound up on a barricaded suspect. You felt pretty good helping set the perimeter. Though that was really all you got to do. You're glad for it, you're not sure you could hack it doing what the guys in SEB do. ----- After the debrief you wound up at the gas station in Davis. Two were dead when you arrived, one was bleeding. Your first triple homicide, on your second day. Lord, oh Lord, what a time to be alive. ----- You and an officer from the Police Department were treating the injured. He died in your arms. It was all you could do to keep it together. They told you it's not your fault; is it? ----- When you got back after, you were a little terse with your instructor. You didn't press him for answers though, erratic as you were. Your hands shook and your voice broke on the ride back. You were embarrassed to even look at him.
OOC INFO This thread is meant to portray the life of a gang detective currently assigned to Operation Safe Streets Detail within Operation Safe Streets Bureau and his role in the community, as well as the various methods of controversial policing.