Another Chapter Begins (IC)

I'm posting this entry from the duty desk at the PD. What was the office I shared with Anna and Kaya is currently being rebuilt from the rubble and debris that remained after the corner of the station was blown up last week.

Anna nearly died. No, Anna DID die. Twice. In some miracle, she's alive, though she has lost her left leg below the knee. Lisa Feng was hurt as well, and I haven't heard from her since. I sent notes, but haven't gotten any reply, so my hope is that she's home recovering.

Anna is almost positive that Globosec will be reassigning her as soon as they decide what to do with her or she recovers. She's positive she'll be losing her command of the Midian PD, so before she lost the power to do so, she appointed me Chief.

Midian Police Chief. Never in a million years could you have convinced me that this is what I'd be doing at this stage in my life. But here I am, and with the Chief's parting words, I'm taking care of these boys and girls. I sure wish though that the circumstances around this promotion could be happier.

I can do this job. I'll take it, make it my own. I just pray for the knowledge and strength to guide my officers every day, to the best of my abilities.

In equally comfortable news, the wedding is 8 days away. I'm ready. I think.

What's the fucking point? (IC)

There are those days in this city when you almost have a renewed sense of humanity. Almost.

Then there are days like today.

Days when no matter how hard you try, nothing that goes on inside or out of your mind makes any sense. Days when you realize that turning the gun on yourself would be far easier than keeping it aimed at the enemy. But for some godforsaken reason, you don't.

Last night, my worst nightmare struck from the shadows and nearly got his revenge. Careless, stupid me...when will I finally learn to watch the darkness closest of all? That Ventrue bastard is back again. When Geroff disappeared again, and things were quiet, I was fairly certain he was gone too. Oh foolish Al. Maybe the pain burning across your back and ribs, the throbbing ache in your head and the bite on your neck will linger in your memory this time and keep you from getting yourself killed.

Or worse, getting an officer killed. Thank all that is decent and holy for Jazon. If he hadn't been around...I wouldn't be writing this. As it is, I look and feel as if I've been hit by a freight train, and Jaz took one in the gut. To make it all worse, Roaman can't understand why I didn't want to tell him. That asshole threatened him, used my love for Ro against me. I put a call through to Dea to let her know Roaman was sending security for Alex. And I so believed that sending him away was the safest, best decision for his life.

Now...on the plus...the UV rounds that Sergeant McMillan produced are amazing. And the look on that Ventrue face when a couple of them exploded on the wall was almost worth the boot to the head I took. Almost. I'm not sure if it's a good thing or bad...him out there knowing what we're carrying now. One shot...ONE shot...this'll all be over. And at this point, I don't care who gets that shot.

Waking up and putting on that uniform this morning was something akin to torture. Much like the rest of the day that followed. I'm literally eaten alive inside by Cadet Ziarkower. I liked him, I trusted him, I believed him. He is now a fugitive, dangerous and violent, after attacking more than one person and raping another. To make it all ten times worse, I have every reason to believe that he is someone's ghoul. Maybe ol' Zack'll be the first personal recipient of those beautiful blue bullets.

I walk into the station this afternoon to find Nic in a physical fight with someone impersonating an MPD officer. Gunplay ensued, and Nic managed to get a flashbang in this fucker's pocket before he left. It detonated on main street near the sushi bar. My...god...

For the positives today, Syke is coming back. I'm reorganizing the academy. And Mirit Nitely is cured of whatever that virus was. She said something curious to me today...about taking care of myself because Markko would be devestated if something happened to me. Why doesn't the world understand that if I'm to marry Roaman, I don't want to hear these things anymore?

If I'm to marry Roaman...

He has to learn who he's dealing with. I dont' need his protection, I don't need his guns. And what's more, if he gets himself killed exacting revenge on my behalf...God help him.

My body hurts. I don't take an asskicking like I did 20 years ago. My mind is awash with everything I could be doing if I wasn't doing this.

But then, if I wasn't doing this, all those other things wouldn't matter a bit.

Come out, Zack. We have things to discuss.
Come out, Hookum. We're waiting.

A sparkling addition to my attire (IC)

I'm sitting at my computer, thoroughly ignoring the gunshots I heard ten minutes ago. I'm looking at my left hand and staring at the ring Roaman slipped onto my hand a few days ago. I almost can't believe I'm getting married again. It seems to have moved so quickly, but let's be honest, with my line of work, who has time to waste? I think we'll be holding the ceremony in Italy. Safer than bringing Alexandr here, and I want him to be there when I wed. The WHEN is still the big question. Something about him...that Roaman...makes me want to wait...something still unknown about him.

Three bodies in the last week. Gruesome, at that. Not that any body is fun to find, but the last few...there's someone or something on the loose that I really don't want to end up facing on my own. Had a bit of a political run in with the park. Came out on top, of course. And got one more reason not to like Odina Darkstone. So, that was a good day.

Missing officer. Again. No one's seen Joss in weeks, and her brother is in town looking for her. Another officer with a hit on her. Seems my next few weeks will be spent on internal affairs.

Ah there's my radio. Guess I can't ignore those gunshots after all.

A Teasing Return to Normalcy? (IC)

The house is done! I put the finishing touches on it this weekend, and it's done. It's bittersweet...almost makes one believe the war never happened. Find a spot of land that still has some life in it, plant some trees, build a house... It's close. Of course the security system, dogs, and wrought iron gates are a harsh reminder of the times, but it sure as hell beats living in that mold-ridden apartment in Apoc. Now I can't wait for Alex to visit...

Work has slowed...Geroff and Khailis ((evil K)) have disappeared again. I can't say much more about SID, but it looks like we'll be very busy again now with a very tough customer. It's actually pretty good timing for me, otherwise I'd be far too wrapped up in Roaman for my own good.

Oh, Roaman...I don't think I've mentioned him yet. So...I met someone on my most recent trip to Italy. Ok, so it wasn't random. I should have known Dea was up to something. I love her though...how could I not? I'll have to write more about him later, but for now I'll just say that I feel like I'm home at last. He's been living in various flats around the world since the war, and he's giving most of them up and moving in with me. It just made sense...he hasn't had a primary home since the war, so we both feel solid at last. I think he'd like for me to leave Midian altogether, but it's not an option. My work is too important to me. Maybe someday...

My coffee pot has stopped dripping, my uniform is waiting for me to fill it. More soon...

It's Quiet Again (IC)

While my caseload builds and works gets busy again, my personal life is once again quiet. Peaceful, in the sense that I finally know the whereabouts of all those I love. Markko is here in town, quietly doing whatever it is he does. Khailis has been back for some time, thankfully, seemingly in good health, despite not remembering anything that happened to him. Even Raive, who most days I want to give a swift kick in the ass, is back, and seems to be healthy.

Raive...boy...I'm not really sure what happened there. All I know is when his actions almost got Khail killed, I was done for good. I knew there was no way I could accept his proposal, but seeing a fellow officer nearly die as a direct result of Raive's actions sealed it. What a horrible time that was...those sylphs... I'm not sure I'll ever recover fully from that attack. I'm taking fewer of the pills now though, so I suppose that's progress. The night we eliminated the artifact was awesome. The power of the thing vs. the will of the people of the city...it was a horrible, fantastic, amazing battle. I'm glad I was a part of it.

That was a tough night...the artifact, dealing with my own issues with the sylph attack, Khail reopening a recent wound, and of course Raive showing up. The unfortunate part is that he believes Khail is the reason I left him...the reason I couldn't marry him, but it's just not so. I certainly don't plan, however, to spend any extra energy trying to convince Raive of anything, so I guess he goes on thinking what he thinks. Doesn't really matter, it was doomed to fail eventually. He was just a lot of fun...safe...safe fun. I couldn't fall too far for him, so if he ever disappeared on me, I wouldn't fall apart like I have before. C'est la vie...it's done.

I'm at a crossroads now...L'ordean is dead. I no longer feel I need to stay on the island for my own safety. Five years of searching, he never found me, and now he's no longer a threat. I think about leaving, I've already given up my apartment and begun building a house back on the mainland. I think of going to Alexandr, bringing him to me, raising him on my own. But the I consider that he's been in a really good place his entire life, and he loves Dea and Leo. Would it be wrong to take him from that environment? That security?

And of course, all the rest of the people I care about are on the island. What life would it be if the people who I've come to trust and love weren't involved anymore? I can't imagine not seeing their faces anymore, not stealing a hug now and then, or popping in to check on them. Somehow the misery of this city has become worth it to look out for the people I love.

Then there's work...well, that'll be for another day. A new group of cadets awaits me tomorrow, and I feel a phone call to Alex coming on. Should be taking that call in the same room as his father...well...that's an entire other day as well.

Something new...

Greetings fellow Midianites. I love to write, so I thought it might be fun to have a blog for my character. Please note that anything read here can not be used for IC information. It's just a fun way for me to extend the character.

Some posts will be written in first person, as if Alegria wrote them herself. Others will be in third person, as a narrator talking about Al and her life.

Feedback is welcome, but remember, I ignore anonymously posted commentary.

Cheers!