Welcome to Choteau, Montana, in 2018. What was once only a small city focused on fossils, has now started to turn into an equestrian mecca. Everyone still knows everyone, so the question remains, what will you become?
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A laptop sat on the worn wooden table, his brown leather jacket on the back of his chair, and a nice pristine white mug of coffee sat next to him as his gaze was directed at a list of properties for sale. Yet...none of them ... bit him. None of them made him go there. There is where I want to set up business. A notification popped up at the bottom of his screen.
Potential client. He made a note to look into that later, absently reaching to pick up the cup of coffee, taking a sip. Maybe not as good as the coffee he was used to, but either way, it was drinkable. He rubbed at his brow again. At this rate he'd be buying just land, with nothing on it, and building from there.
Now there was an idea. Swiftly he pulled up a search engine, about to start to search when he realised.... he didn't know of any architects within Choteau. That...could be more of a headache then it was worth. Slowly he scratched at the stubble on his jaw. Decisions decisions.
Post by Vincent Volkov on Apr 8, 2018 16:36:17 GMT
Age: 32Gender: male Online: Apr 16, 2018 2:13:41 GMT
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It was a rare occurrence to find anyone who would be even slightly optimistic about a police cruiser pulling into the parking space beside their building, lights on or otherwise. Vincent had already accustomed himself to the usual tension that briefly crossed the features of workers and customers, and he paid no mind to them as he pushed open the door. He paused just before he passed through, turning over his shoulder and signalling for the dog that was following him to wait. The Malinois obediently took a step back and sat down. He was more than willing to let the dog wait outside rather than in the car.
Stepping inside, his hand lingered on the door to make certain it did not swing shut and slam against its frame. He pulled his hand away and slipped it into his pocket as long legs carried him toward the person standing at the register. Green eyes quickly surveyed the current occupants of the coffee shop before settling on the barista as he neared.
A smile graced his lips while the barista gave an automatic greeting from Meraki and asked for his order. "Cortado, please." He pulled out his wallet as they rang him up, and he handed over a five dollar bill before placing the change returned into the tip jar. Vincent stepped to the side and turned around as the barista got to work. He leaned slightly onto the edge of the bar as he turned, both making sure he wasn't in anyone's way and to glance around once more.
Post by Luciano 'Luc' Valentino on Apr 8, 2018 16:48:39 GMT
The change in atmosphere was immediate. It also resulted in his head leaving his laptop to glance around. Mayhaps it was tied to the fact he was used to picking up on how a horse 'felt', maybe it was just some form of sixth sense but either way things had got rather tense. He let his gaze rove to see the cause of such, and he had to quickly stop his jaw dropping as he mind briefly short circuited. He quickly drew himself back in check rubbing again at the stubble.
That explained the tension, though no maybe not. He glanced outside, and gave a half nod. Law enforcement. Okay that explained the tension. Almost casually he shifted in his seat, leaning back slightly trying to work out any way of breaking the ice. Because he felt like he needed to break the ice. Almost casually, he finally got to his feet, heading to the bar - not so much for another coffee - he hadn't finished his cappucino - but to purchase a rarity. A chocolate muffin, any excuse to get closer, try and come up with some way to speak.
"Good day, officer," he stated politely to acknowledge his presence, maybe not the best first words, but they were the best he could come up with at that moment. It was at least an opening. He glanced to the second barrista giving a smile "A chocolate muffin please," he stated, politely mind, passing the money over, change in the tip jar. Heaven knew he spent enough time here this was as good as his impromptu office, he'd may as well leave the change from his purchases behind. He was also trying to work out any way of keeping up a conversastion going.
Post by Vincent Volkov on Apr 8, 2018 20:09:49 GMT
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He shifted slightly, nothing more than a small movement of leaning his weight on a different foot. His eyes were no longer scanning the crowd, instead moving to glance over the the walls and their decorations. The time between making your order and having it handed to you always seemed so long when, in actuality, it was minuscule. The shortest amounts of time always seemed that way.
Green eyes turned to the man who had taken his place before another register. He might have only looked him over once and returned to the walls had a greeting not been spoken, and that same smile returned to his lips. "That it is, sir," he hummed, gently pushing off the edge of the bar. The barista was ready with his order as he turned toward the bar, and he did not waste their time. He reached out and took the small to-go cup. "Thank ya kindly."
He turned away once more, though he did not start for the door. Not yet, at least. He could allow himself a moment or two to enjoy the scalding hot drink before he had to hit the road again. Before he could lift the lid of the cup to his lips, he paused and glanced at the man waiting for his muffin. "You're the owner of the laptop over there, right?" Vincent tilted his head in the direction of what he was referring to. "Y' shouldn't leave your valuables in the open like that. Even in a small town like Choteau, a single minute with your back turned could get it stolen."
No, he could not go a few minutes without being an officer. This was exactly why his conversation skills were rather lacking sometimes.
Post by Luciano 'Luc' Valentino on Apr 9, 2018 6:49:57 GMT
Luciano gave a slight smile. "I'll thank you for your concern, officer, but I do have some protections in place," he gave a nod "I'm more then happy to show them to you," he added on easily as he took the muffin. "That is, unless you have somewhere to go," he'd finish, not wanting to distract him from a case. That was never a good idea after all. "I used to be on the show jumping competition circuit," which might explain why he was used to coffee shops being a business location and had developed his own measures to protect property like laptops.
Post by Vincent Volkov on Apr 9, 2018 17:53:47 GMT
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Protections, huh? If this man truly did have precautions in place to keep his property safe from theft, then perhaps he should try to convince him to hold a class on it. That might reduce the amount of calls they get about stolen phones and laptops. Vincent finally took a small sip of his coffee, just enough to test the heat and give him a reason to pull down the cup he still had lifted to his lips. "I'm just on my rounds before heading back, so I have a moment or two to spare."
The information of once being a show jumper only told him that this man had a horse. He was not well-versed in the competition, and he only picked up a little information here and there if any case or call pertained to the ranches. What he was certain of is that the folks around here love their horses. He couldn't blame them; they were beautiful creatures, even if he understood little about them. That was probably why he stuck to dogs despite the dumb, childish idea that he should try to be like the sheriffs from western shows where they rode around on horses.
He would keep that to himself.
Vincent took a step forward before pausing and holding out his free hand. "Sheriff Vincent Volkov. Pleasure to make your acquaintance, sir."
NOTES: phone post! Sorry if there's mistakes!
Post by Luciano 'Luc' Valentino on Apr 10, 2018 17:59:18 GMT
Luciano easily took and shook the others hand. "Luciano Valentino, though most people call me Luc," he replied with an easy smile. He slowly moved away as he took his muffin on its plate back to the laptop he'd got set up. Slowly he shifted the laptop a bit, only able to move it so far before a length of cable, covered with an anti cut shield, pulled taut. "It's simple enough, one end locks into the port on the laptop - mobiles also have them I've noticed, after you've looped it through the loop on the cabling - preferably with the cabling being secured around an object that will make a noise or be unmovable. It's short enough that you can't lift an item - and that would be noticable - without an accomplice to hold the item which one again be rather noticable," he shrugged.
It was a simple measure but none the less. It was rather effective. "The laptop itself is marked with a uv pen beneath the battery, so there's that protection as well - at least if it gets stolen," he shrugged. Simple measures, but he liked them.
Post by Vincent Volkov on Apr 12, 2018 2:28:56 GMT
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Luciano Valentino. Despite the nickname offered, he already knew he would not be using it. Chances were, mister Valentino would slip out before anything else. Always with formalities when it came to, well, anyone but children and teenagers. Pulling his hand back, he took another sip of his cortado before following after Luciano. Green eyes swept over the laptop as the man presented the security features. It was simple for sure, but it was enough to make him wish more people would do this.
"Well, color me impressed. You're the first person I've come across who has gone the extra mile with their belongings. Though, I guess if everyone else did this, I'd be out of a job." A chuckle followed, turning up the corners of his lips with a smile. Despite the joke, he did wish others took the safety of their belongings as seriously as this man. He took another sip of his coffee before his green eyes turned to focus on Luciano. "You said used to be on the circuit. Mind if I ask what happened?"
Post by Luciano 'Luc' Valentino on Apr 12, 2018 5:00:42 GMT
Luciano smiled a bit at the praise. "And if you were out a job we'd not be here talking, right?" he added on with a chuckle. "I'm probably only so security conscious because I used to travel all the time, seen the world a bit," he gave a soft almost wistful sigh. There were times he missed it.
"Don't mind at all, it was on television, either way. Me and my horse, wasn't mine then but still, were going down the combination, and I could feel she'd got out of sync, the striding had got too long and flat- which probably means nothing to you - took a pole at the double, and then the vertical she didn't manage to get a high enough jump, got tangled with a pole, I got thrown and fractured my arm quite badly, she tore a lot of muscles and ligaments in her shoulder and tore a tendon," he glanced over.
"It was hit or miss whether she'd survive, vet said either way she'd not be able to compete again, her owns were going to sell her for dog meat. I took the risk and retired and brought her to nurse her back to health. She's not allowed to jump any more, light work only,"
Welcome to Choteau, Montana, in 2018. What was once only a small city focused on fossils, has now started to turn into an equestrian mecca. Everyone still knows everyone, so the question remains, what will you become? 
