[Gwin Cooper]

Gwin was settled along an ally way on a damp box. It was raining, but the wet didn't seem to bother her. She wasnt sleeping again, and she was trying to tire herself out. And the best was to tire oneself out? Running from the persom you just stole a few dollars from. All she had gained was $5, but it was enough to put towards her drug habit.

She looked her the notes and coins within her pale palm, puffing a joint slowly, blinking as rain ran like tears down her dull and purple mottled cheeks. There was a pain in the back of her head, and even now, it seemed no amount weed was working to keep her visions and the side effects of them at bay. Her usual seller kept offering her more... Intense drugs to buy, and she had never considered it until now. Would it help?

[Taylor McCarthy]

"Paul two-oh-one"

"This is Paul two-oh-one, go ahead."

"Report of ten-fifteen near the intersection of Weston and Oakmont. Advise RP may be absent."

"Copy. Paul two-oh-one is ten-seventeen."

With a low sigh, Taylor reached across his center console and tapped a few keys on the mounted laptop, bringing up the call information. Just the same call it felt he'd taken a thousand times before. People yelling, a commotion downtown, someone called the cops even though by the time they got there anyone involved would be long gone. Still, he gave a short nod to himself as the tag next to his unit number on the laptop screen changed to '10-6' meaning he was on a call. He didn't bother with the lights as he pulled his cruiser out onto the street.

Once parked near the sight of the reporting party, Taylor climbed out of the vehicle, pausing only long enough to make sure it was locked before slowly moving along the sidewalk. He still felt a little awkward being in public while in uniform. He couldn't imagine a single person who knew him as a kid or teen who wouldn't laugh at the mere notion of Taylor, of all people, becoming a cop. Still, here he was clad in the dark blue uniform with a brass badge attached to his tactical vest. After a few questions here, and a brief exchange there Taylor quickly came to the conclusion there wasn't much of a report to follow up on. As suspected, everyone involved were long gone and no one knew or had seen anything.

Taylor glanced around a little, his hand coming up to his mic with the intent to clear the call and mark himself as available but something gave him pause. His hand dropped as he started for a nearby alley. Why, he couldn't really say, rather it seemed to be that 'cop instincts' he'd heard about so many times. It was almost surprising to see someone huddled in the shadows, seemingly oblivious of the falling rain. "Hey there." He said, his voice cutting through the dull drum of the rain. "Can I talk to you for a second?"

[Gwin Cooper]

If she had been undisturbed, it's likely Gwin would have spent most of the day there, in a daze, wet and smoking. And that would have been fine. But the voice of someone dragged her from her blank bliss, and it took her moment to focus. Shit. A cop. Great. Hopefully this was just a "ma'am please don't sit there" deal instead of the possibility of her actually getting arrested. Today alone she could get done for taking drugs, buying drugs, carrying drugs, stealing, running. All sorts.

Wide eyes, Gwin tried to flick away the blunt, a shot of smoke firing from her lips before she tried to blow it away. "Yeha... Sure officer" She mumbled, pulling her bag close to her chest. Praying to whatever fucked deities she believes in that he wouldn't search her.

[Taylor McCarthy]

Something about the situation just didn't sit right with Taylor. Sure, he was an inexperienced patrol officer who hadn't seen much in his few months on the job, but he knew enough to immediately surmise this young woman wasn't the usual type you'd see slinking around back allies in the rain. At least, he guessed, there had to be some reason for her presence in such an inauspicious location. He studied her with a trained eye. He saw the blunt carelessly cast aside. Great. Littering. If he needed an in to search or question her there it was.

"You..." Taylor started, gaze still on her, watching, almost waiting to see if she was going to run. She looked far too tense to simply be taking a break from whatever partying was going on inside the building she was sitting outside. "Are you alright, ma'am?" There was no use in judging a situation before he had any sort of information. For all he knew she could be a victim or simply having a bad day.