Private and Selective Infamous: Second Son indie RP blog for Brent Walker. I track the tag brentwalker.
Just a quick note, a lot of my posts concern drug abuse and thing of the sort. So there are times that I will forget to tag.
But I try to tag it under tw; drugs as often as possible
“A gun?" He wasn’t talking about me was he? With a quick look around Brent found out exactly who it was that Reggie was talking about and listened to the officer, “Who the fuck is that?”
“Actually.. if the need be I can enforce my authority to keep the peace. I can also do a citizen’s arrest. Either way you can get arrested.” Reggie gave that infamous rowe family smirk, taking a breath in then out feeling proud. “Well, it’s not but second hand embarrassment. Let’s save the entire nation from that. Do you want to be known as another streaker? You can make a better name for yourself.”
A better name? “Easy for you to say, W
what exactly are my other options? I’m not the type of guy with many of those. Besides it’s fun.”
“Take a night off from being a cop. Don’t be boring.” Give into the peer pressure Reg. “You can’t arrest me yet— wait, can you or can’t you?”
“I’d rather be boring that tackled and arrested while naked on national television.” Reggie did D.A.R.E at the local middle school; peer pressure doesn’t work. “I’ve bent the rules enough with my police status. I can arrest you now if I want.”
“Oh, Reg. You don’t have jurisdiction in Seattle." Yup, that was right. Not the sheriff of this town or city or whatever the hell this place was. Who even cares? Oh, that’s right. Reggie probably does. "And it’s not even that bad of a crime. You should be worried if I’m selling drugs to little kids on school property, not somebody running around without clothing on.”
He chuckled at the comment and looked off to the side. Funny, sad thing is he couldn’t remember if he did arrest this person or not. Most likely not since Seattle wasn’t exactly in his jurisdiction. “Yeah, Delsin, he’s my little brother. I guess you’re friends with him?”
“Yeah, he’s a good kid. Guess you raised him right.” Brent really wished he could say the same about Fetch but yeah, he couldn’t. But considering the circumstances he did as well as he could. “Name’s Brent.” He held out his hand for a handshake, even thought the younger one wasn’t a fan of fraternizing with the police but for Delsin’s brother, an exception could be made.
“I’m sorry, do I know you?” Reggie reached out to briefly tap the man on his shoulder. He wasn’t sure where but this person certainly was familiar, hopefully. “You seem familiar. It might be by association of someone else but..” He paused then shook his head, “Probably not, I’m sorry.”
Brent turned around to find a cop asking him the question, “Depends on if you arrested me or not.” After getting a good look at the man, he realized he looked unmistakably a lot like Delsin, “You’re Rowe’s brother, aren’t you?"
