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Post by Sinclair de Chagny on May 15, 2008 8:02:27 GMT -5
*It was surprising fine, Sinclair decided as he walked in. Bare but clean, his room was better than the Opera, though he had to share. Still, he had been able to change out of his other clothes into a plain shirt and trousers.*
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Post by Guido Brunetti on May 15, 2008 8:06:54 GMT -5
*Guido stopped in the doorway and smiled.*
"Welcome to the Police Academy. You'll get a uniform later, but first you need time to settle down, and perhaps sleep off what you have got in your system. The showers and toilets are in the end of the hall. Towels, soap and anything else you need will be found in your closet."
*He looked friendly at Sinclair.*
"Do you need any food or coffee before I leave?"
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Post by Sinclair de Chagny on May 15, 2008 8:37:15 GMT -5
*Sinclair shook his head.*
"No, thank you. I don't really eat much anyway."
*He looked over at the bed which looked far more comfortable than any the Opera could provide.*
"Maybe I should just sleep."
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Post by Guido Brunetti on May 15, 2008 8:42:41 GMT -5
*Guido looked worried at the young man.*
"You should try some of my wife's lasagna. She makes the best Italian dinner in the world."
*He went over to the door.*
"But for now, a good night's sleep will do you well. Buena notte."
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Post by Sinclair de Chagny on May 15, 2008 8:44:11 GMT -5
"Good night and... thanks."
*Sinclair sat down on the bed, looking about the room.*
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Post by Guido Brunetti on May 15, 2008 8:49:49 GMT -5
"You're welcome. If you need anything, just come and see me. My office is down the hall and the second door to the right. I'll work nightshift tonight."
*Guido left, and walked towards his office to do some paperwork.*
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Post by Sinclair de Chagny on May 15, 2008 9:07:32 GMT -5
*It wasn't long before Sinclair feel into the sleep only a misuse of substances could bring.*
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Post by Guido Brunetti on May 15, 2008 9:24:39 GMT -5
*At 5.30 next morning, Guido Brunetti started the alarm clock. There was a loud ringing noise all over the house and the recruits ran out of their beds, jumped into their uniforms, and in seconds, they lined up outside in the hallway, with straight backs, well polished shoes and nicely ironed uniforms.*
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Post by Sinclair de Chagny on May 15, 2008 9:26:10 GMT -5
*Sinclair rubbed his head. What the hell was that?. Blearily he opened his eyes and remembered.*
"Ow..."
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Post by Guido Brunetti on May 15, 2008 9:34:05 GMT -5
*Guido marched along the line, inspecting his troops. But there was one man he missed. Ah, yes, the newcomer. He quickly grabbed a box containing a uniform, a pair of shoes, a helmet a towel, a bar of soap, a toothbrush and toothpaste. Then he entered Sinclair's room.*
"Good morning Sunshine. The sun is up, and it's your first day of work. I suggest you hurry up and get ready, so you won't miss breakfast."
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Post by Sinclair de Chagny on May 15, 2008 9:39:59 GMT -5
*Sinclair winced at the noise of his voice. He pulled himself upright in bed.*
"Mmfmlf."
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Post by Guido Brunetti on May 15, 2008 9:54:23 GMT -5
*Brunetti placed the box on his nightstand with a loud "bang" and smiled.*
"The troops are lined up outside and will wait for you. If you are not out in 15 minutes, the entire group will face penalties. And if they do, they will hate you for it. So for your own social life: I suggest you start moving."
*He left the room and waited for Sinclair outside with the group.*
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Post by Sinclair de Chagny on May 15, 2008 10:01:35 GMT -5
*Sinclair didn't fancy the idea of the 'group' so dressed in a surprising short amount of time. Once he stepped outside he glanced down the row of men. Yes, taking a mere five minutes had been a good idea.*
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Post by Guido Brunetti on May 15, 2008 10:10:16 GMT -5
*Guido smiled approving when he saw the young man. He placed his hand on Sinclair's shoulder.*
"Excellent timing, lad. You'll do well here. What's your name?"
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Post by Sinclair de Chagny on May 15, 2008 10:14:12 GMT -5
"Sinclair De Chagny."
*He frowned, he was sure that he should address the man as something.*
"Sir."
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