catdanny Posted April 9, 2022 Share Posted April 9, 2022 (edited) Spoiler The Dream Is Always the Same The WhatThe 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. 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catdanny Posted April 11, 2022 Author Share Posted April 11, 2022 (edited) Spoiler April 8th, Twin Towers Correctional Facility Lips turn blue. Wet inhalation. Like being pulled beneath the current. And then you woke up. ----- Then you wound up at Twin Towers again. You didn't get to go home. Oh, no. You were the backup. ----- There was an incident and not enough hands. You got a call and they asked if you could rush by. You did. You wish you hadn't. ----- Earlier that morning you met Ben Medina. He's a boot, like you. Only you reckon he paid attention a little bit better. There's one thing that amused you, though. ----- You were given a lick of advice about wearing a wire for your handset in the jail. Then you told another boot. Then he told Medina. Then Medina told another boot. ----- When you arrived there were about a dozen men in the yard. Medina was controlling a situation with a knife. You came up with extra cuffs and a shotgun. You never had to use the latter, not that it'd have been undeserved. ----- Medina didn't look so good after the fact. You haven't seen him since. You know he hasn't resigned. But you wish you could talk to him again. April 9th, Roy Lowenstein Blvd. Feet Squirming. ----- Lips turn blue. Wet inhalation. Like being pulled beneath the current. And then you woke up. ----- You weren't on evaluation tonight, but you went out anyway. You and Walt wound up at a barricade on Row Lowe. A couple of officers from SEB were running the show. You didn't have time to call more down, so they got you all to suit up. ----- It was your first time wearing a helmet in the field. First time going in next to guys with carbines. You were excited, nauseous and deathly afraid all at once. Like lightning in your bones. ----- Despite your unspoken reservations you kept your cool. You did your job, and nobody died. You're thankful that you didn't have to shoot anybody, you haven't had to yet. Are you going to choke and get someone killed when you do? ----- You were put in charge of the report. At that, you also collected most of the evidence. Detectives picked up your case, made you feel like an all-star. Keep your head in the game, boot; it's just one of a million more like it. April 10th, Paleto Bay. Eyes bulging. Feet Squirming. ----- Lips turn blue. Wet inhalation. Like being pulled beneath the current. And then you woke up. ----- You had a change of pace tonight. You were assigned out to Paleto for a different kind of patrol. It was county, instead of inner-city. It was like a whole other world, for you. ----- Different disposition of deputies. Different disposition of superiors. They made you stand in the corner with the other boot during brief. All the Sergeants got up to stand with you. ----- That put you on a team right then and there. And you know for a fact it wasn't the one of the guy up front. You felt like a fish out of water, and you were sweating. By the time you got outside, you think you were standing a few inches taller. ----- You met Jill Dawson, your handler for the shift. You like her an awful lot, her style of teaching. It's slower, but slow is smooth and smooth is fast. At least, that's what they told you in the academy. ----- Her and her partner remind you a little bit of yourself. At least, when you're not fretting over generic boot shit. With how the rest of your week's gone, it was a Sunday you really needed. She got you to loosen up by the end; you wouldn't change a thing about it. Edited April 11, 2022 by catdanny 1 Link to comment
catdanny Posted April 12, 2022 Author Share Posted April 12, 2022 (edited) Spoiler April 11th, Grove Street The taste of iron. Eyes bulging. Feet Squirming. ----- Lips turn blue. Wet inhalation. Like being pulled beneath the current. And then you woke up. ----- Your first warrant. It was a pretty big one, too. You cut open a mattress and found two kilos of weed. How many boots can say that on their first raid? ----- For every right, there's a wrong though. You helped make a drug bust, but you couldn't even call in a shooting. You got put on some crooked canine callsign. You weren't sure how to articulate it; idiot. ----- Even still, it was definitely a sight to see. You rode in with SEB and watched them bust the door. Dog went in after them, searched around. Between both places, you came up big. ----- Three guns. A shit load of ammo. A shit load of drugs. That bitch even had a machete. ----- Walt has been taking you under his wing. The impression he gives you is that he wants to see you succeed. Maybe you were wrong about him at first. It's a comfort to know someone's got your back, specifically. ----- You're no Boot Extraordinaire, but you're on the right path. You aren't dead yet, and you aren't a fool in the department. You suppose that's about as good as you can ask for in your current shoes. Don't let it get to your head, you've got a ways to go yet. ----- You grinned at yourself in the mirror like a dumb fuck when you went home. Told your roommate about what you did. You didn't have to embellish this time. You're making it, kid. Spoiler Edited April 12, 2022 by catdanny Link to comment
catdanny Posted April 15, 2022 Author Share Posted April 15, 2022 Spoiler April 14th, Home Legs kick and writhe. The taste of iron. Eyes bulging. Feet Squirming. ----- Lips turn blue. Wet inhalation. Like being pulled beneath the current. And then you woke up. ----- Jamais vu, the opposite of déju vu. Not already seen, but never seen. Everything that should be familiar appears strange and new. Like some half-forgotten day in your childhood, only now. ----- Fell both hammer and nail, like the fist that strikes true. Cruel and unerring as iron strikes steel, the white embers burn hotter than red. Something learned, something gained. For now you know when passion falters and fire rises - always strike true. ----- The infallible throbbing behind your eyes. Head swims and your throat feels like you've been buried in the sand. What genre of cataclysm has befuddled you this time, hero? You woke up on the living room couch, your mind screaming about the end of the world. ----- The last thing you remember was cruising down Palomino with the music on FUCK. The ineffable rampage of a drunken stupor gone too far. Were you even the one driving? You'll feel better after a shower; you're lucky today's your day off, idiot. ----- Try not to think too hard about it. The drunken questions aren't deep philosophy, they're just drunken questions. You feel like hammered dog shit, but no one else has to know that. At least you got one good night sleep this week. 1 Link to comment
catdanny Posted April 17, 2022 Author Share Posted April 17, 2022 (edited) Spoiler April 15th, LSSD Staging Ground Throat cut. ----- Legs kick and writhe. The taste of iron. Eyes bulging. Feet Squirming. ----- Lips turn blue. Wet inhalation. Like being pulled beneath the current. And then you woke up. ----- Another day. Another warrant. This one was all hands on deck. It even had a fancy staging ground. ----- You ran evidence for the team you were with. Bagging, tagging, transportation. They even let you drive the van. You did pretty alright for yourself. ----- You managed to impress one of the detectives, even. You found a hidden wall when no one else could find shit. Do it up, boot. Too bad your name probably won't even make the report. ----- There's a silver lining in it, at least. You got your foot in the door with some people who matter. They wished you well, and told you that you did a good job. You felt good about it, at least; that's what matters, right? April 15th, LSSD Staging Ground Hands pinned. Throat cut. ----- Legs kick and writhe. The taste of iron. Eyes bulging. Feet Squirming. ----- Lips turn blue. Wet inhalation. Like being pulled beneath the current. And then you woke up. ----- Today you met Meunier. You can't help but gauge her as something of a basket case. She's a Sergeant, your superior. You had to teach her how to run a drug panel. ----- It didn't bother you as much as you should. She's weird and kind of out there. She's not jaded to the job, even as a super. You can't help but find something admirable, in all that. ----- You don't know how she feels about you just yet. Well enough you'd suppose. She took you up on your offer for food. She knows Ariel. ----- You reckon you'd work with her again. Though you're not sure if you'd put your life in her hands. Does that mean you shouldn't work with her? You feel like that should be a really big red flag, that question; but you're not paid enough to care. April 15th, Spanish Avenue A shiv through the ribs. Hands pinned. Throat cut. ----- Legs kick and writhe. The taste of iron. Eyes bulging. Feet Squirming. ----- Lips turn blue. Wet inhalation. Like being pulled beneath the current. And then you woke up. ----- You wish you knew more about Mendoza. He's a stand-up guy, as far as you can tell. You've spent some time around him and Ariel. He came with you when your car got taken. ----- He thought you might be a good fit for GET. You reckon he likes you enough to want to work with you. That's a good sign. He helped set up your previous operation. ----- Your talks with Ariel have left you with an intimate understanding of the nitty-gritty. It doesn't bother you. It all makes sense. You were counseled never to share your thoughts on the matter. ----- It could get you fired. It would probably get you fired. It would get you fired. It will get you fired. ----- You reckon the world would be a lot better if people didn't question the means. The academy taught you how to act like a cop. The people you're meeting are teaching you how to be a cop. One is far more acceptable than the other, in the eyes of the public. April 16th, Paleto Bay A thumb in the eye. A shiv through the ribs. Hands pinned. Throat cut. ----- Legs kick and writhe. The taste of iron. Eyes bulging. Feet Squirming. ----- Lips turn blue. Wet inhalation. Like being pulled beneath the current. And then you woke up. ----- Just when you think you've made up your mind. When you think you've got it figured out. You meet someone like Sergeant Pierce. Someone who throws it all up in the air. ----- You want to be a part of GET. At the same time, you relate better to her and her own. You're not sure if it's because you're a fucking floozy, or maybe even a push-over. That's what everyone you know says about her and her ilk. ----- She's kind to you when plenty of others aren't. She goes out of her way to help you, when plenty of others don't. She looks out for you, specifically, when you're around her. And you look up to her for it. ----- If you had to say you had one person on the force who feels like an older sibling. You'd say it was Selene Pierce. If you had to say you had one person on the force you don't want to disappoint. You'd say it was Selene Pierce. ----- She wants you on her team. She doesn't get along with the people you want to work with. She wants you and Medina for CPU. The dilemma doesn't make a leadpill sound so bad; at least you'd get a good night's rest. ----- You told her you're not sleeping well. She asked more questions than you were comfortable answering. You know she's just trying to help you. You should stop being afraid of her. ----- You're afraid to talk about it. You're not sure you're ready to talk about it. You're not sure you want to talk about it. You want to talk about it. Edited April 17, 2022 by catdanny 1 Link to comment
catdanny Posted April 18, 2022 Author Share Posted April 18, 2022 (edited) Spoiler Thank you. Fuck you! For what? H—stop! Stop!— Dina. Dina, you're going to be late! You're a fuck-up, Horowitz. You know I love you, right? Horowitz, get down! For carin'. Fire your weapon, goddammit! Always. I don't usually make screenshots, but I thought this scene was too good not to share, and the usual format just wouldn't be enough to cover it. Spoiler Edited April 18, 2022 by catdanny 1 Link to comment
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