Gc:josephine - Blog Posts

On her list of chores for her day off, Nathalie hadn’t expected opening the door to a police officer to be one of them. Her arms were splattered with flour from her latest attempt at baking, and she could only imagine the state of her hair. Still, the brunette did her best to appear presentable, smoothing down her shirt as listened. “I’m sorry to inconvenience you with something stupid like this, officer,” she sighed, leaning against the doorframe. “You see, Mrs. Duncan and I have an... interesting relationship. She keeps cats, who often end up in my garden.” Nat nodded to the sad plot of dirt, only a single tomato vine crawling from the soil. She never claimed to have a green thumb. “So, my dog, Fionn, takes it as his job to bark at them through the window. Apparently, his barking spikes their ‘anxiety’.” As if knowing that they were talking about him, the whippet came to stand at her side. “I have to give it to her, though, I didn’t think she was ballsy enough to call the police over it.”

josephine stepped out of her police marked vehicle, not that she didn’t have enough work piled on, she was now taking calls from dispatch whilst on break, huffing and mumbling some grumpy nonsense. she started to roll up the path towards a house, she’d been dispatched to check out a noise complaint at this address, yet there was no blaring music or loud yelling. the brunette composed herself, knocked on the door whilst clearing her throat. “ hey, so what’s going on? there was a noise complaint at this address.  — were you being too loud? or is your neighbor a bit hysterical? since i’ve gotten seven calls in the last 15 minutes from them to this address. ”