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[center][color=00aeef][b]Location:[/b][/color] Main Street
[color=00aeef][b]Interacting With:[/b][/color][@HalfOfLancelot][/center]
Brooks stood scowling on one of the Main Street corners with his patrol car parked behind him, sporting a blue rain jacket with the word “SHERIFF” imprinted in bold yellow writing on it's back. He rubbed hands together for warmth and let out an exasperated groan as he looked up and down the street, the pavement littered with broken shards of glass. People had long since started gathering to help their friends, family, and neighbours by sweeping the mess into disposable piles. Brooks would offer the occasional nod and wave as people scurried about with the cleanup process. 

Brooks wasn’t in the best of moods, receiving a distress call that forced him out of the house earlier than he had gotten used to. “Of utmost importance.” as Darleen, the police station secretary, had put it. Brooks arrived onto the Main Street while it was still dark outside, he’d have been shocked or even intrigued at the state of the street, had it not been for the fact he had gotten used to brushing every occurrence off as an accident or mishap. 
After the usual round-about of calming the caller down, Brooks radioed back to the station to say that they’d need to arrange a volunteer clean up crew, grumpily forcing several officers to mandatorily participate out of sheer spite. The next few hours consisted of lounging around and inside the confines of his crispy, cozy, patrol car as officers and townsfolk slowly trickled onto the streets and began with the sweeping actions. Obviously he didn’t have an exact explanation to anyone asking regarding the situation, the obvious blame went to the storm and curious weather brewing for the past few days. The broken window frames void of any signs of forced entry and no items from any of the affected store owners missing. Open and shut case.

Brooks eventually felt the emptiness of a hungry stomach hit him. He reached into his car and for his radio, voicing into it: [color=00aeef]“Benji, be a dear and give me some company on Main Street. Also, get me somethin’ to eat while you’re at it, I’m fuckin’ starvin’ here.”[/color] before slapping the radio piece back into it’s place. Groggily resting his backside against the hood of his car with arms folded, patiently waiting and watching.