Jean Havoc

smoked twenty five joints;

2009-07-05T21:25:29Z

There's perks in being in Narcs and then there's the not-so-good perks. The constant bumping with IA with our crew isn't very welcome, nor is an early morning wake-up call from them for an impromptu interview.

Those guys really don't know the meaning of weekends, now do they?

Fourth having passed peacefully, exception being those godforsaken fireworks near five AM in the morning--you haven't heard fireworks when you hear Chinese ones, I'm telling you, they just DON'T STOP.

smoked twenty four joints;

2009-04-26T00:08:46Z

Someone tell me that I can shoot someone already.

I need to get a new phone.

smoked twenty three joints;

2009-04-05T04:37:40Z

I'd like to think that I didn't go away for that long, but, uh, really guys? Throwing away all the stuff on my desk and giving it to some guy whose called Ernest? (Is his nickname "Ernie"?)

I thought we had a deeper relationship than that. Seriously, all of you wound my heart so deeply, I can't even start to elaborate on how much my chest hurts.

Wait, maybe that's my lungs.

smoked twenty two joints;

2009-03-18T00:08:18Z

-sounds of traffic in the background, clears throat-

It's Havoc. Hope you've finished packing and it went well for you.

I'm taking a flight back to New Jersey. It's my own ticket. I hope you get your refund for the ones you bought. I'm sorry, but I can buy my own ticket.

-long pause, exhale of breath, smoke-

I know you're saying you're not running away, but it's clear to me when I don't see you here. How am I supposed to know if I am who you want if you keep giving me options to see other people, or to drop this relationship entirely?

-dry laugh-

Kind of depressing when you tell me that I shouldn't date or sleep with Anko. I don't remember asking. We don't get along, anyways.

-long exhale, before a side "Taxi!" could be heard-

Take care.

-dial tone-

smoked twenty one joints;

2009-03-16T01:45:54Z

While I was wishing Riza a happy birthday, I just realized something. (Yeah, two days later, shut up.)

I was actually reminded of my own by a text message my mom gave me since all my calls kept going to voice mail.

...

Is it too late for a do-over or can I just get a rain check? I really really don't want to be thirty. Really.

~~Thanks Mom.~~

smoked twenty joints;

2009-02-26T00:33:52Z

Not going to lie, but things are picking up a bit around this place in a good way. Recently, it was nothing but long-ass cases that seemed to never end, but with some much needed help and patience, things are mellowing out. And now the only chaos and drama we see it right here in our department, where havoc never rests.

Hah. Pun. (Shut up, it was unintentional.)

The new recruit for the month seems to be a hot headed female that just yells and curses most of the time. I think her and Sabaku get along pretty well, although I still need him intact for grunt work, so anything too wild, I might need to step in on.

As for the house business, well. Haven't seen it yet, but planning to.

smoked nineteen joints;

2009-02-15T03:14:27Z

A plain brown box accompanied with a black felt box.

Yeah, that time of year again. I swear, it's not funny when I find women lingerie in my filing cabinets or lube stuffed into the cup I hold my pens in. Valentine's Day should be more properly labeled as "Miserable Day for Singles Day" or "Pull a Prank on a Fellow Lovesick Co-worker Day". Either way, it ain't all that pretty.

But I think I got a good night planned here, even if it's a bit abrupt. Guess planning ahead does have some of it's perks.

I sent a dozen roses to my mom earlier in the week, hopefully it arrived on time and she doesn't have someone that has already gotten her something already. Thinking about what kind of love life she leads is something that's worse than hangovers, but I can't forget about the woman who raised me.

Seriously, though. Lube?

Someone's losing their touch.

QUICK LOG, Open to Kurenai

2009-01-26T03:57:20Z

*has already checked if the garage was occupied, finding it not, has started to work on the Nova, starting with some underbelly work first; feel sticking out from under the car while hands work methodically on the muffler*

QUICK LOG, Open to Kankuro

2009-01-23T07:01:14Z

Hey, Sabaku. *clears throat* It's Havoc.

Kurenai's over her head in some stuff with Ryuzaki, so I'm taking her place and playing shrink for the day. Whether or not you're going to take me seriously, just call me back so I can tell her that you're still alive and your girlfriend hasn't beaten you to death yet.

*laughs*

Call me back when you've got the chance.

smoked eighteen joints;

2009-01-21T06:53:45Z

Usually when I think about vacations and time off, visits to mom in Jersey comes into mind and catching up with the fellas back home. Always a pleasure to see who got themselves tangled up in marriage and who got hit by kids the hardest. It's kind of scary to know that a lot of my classmates in elementary school have a family of their own now, but considering what age we are, well, I'm just probably a late bloomer in that category. Whether or not it's a good thing or not, I've yet to think about it.

But so far on this vacation, there's plenty to think about and consider. The setting here, is no doubt, country and definitely a relief from San Francisco itself. Still haven't got a chance to try some of the wine they offer around here, but it's definitely on my to-do list.

smoked seventeen joints;

2009-01-06T05:57:11Z

Of all the things I thought I'd be doing at this hour...

Never really paid attention to Sex Ed 101, but I'm sure as hell that there was nothing in it about tentacles. I only remember the part where the teacher pulled out a banana and somebody asked if it was lunchtime already.

But Hawkeye's back, so I can probably sleep easier, knowing that she'll set Mustang straight again and the whole city will hopefully magically straighten itself up overnight as well. Even if the recent shooting incident had occurred in a private party, the idea of someone shooting at Mr. Sousuke or just anybody in general on a New Year's night is unsettling.

On another note: Sabaku, lay off the porn pep talk with Ryuzaki. It'll make my job cleaning things up a whole lot easier.

smoked sixteen joints;

2008-12-20T05:23:52Z

Holiday time of the year always seems to help the department now and then, making sure we're doing our jobs, saving kids from icicles and from playing around in fireplaces. They take it one step further and it's more work for the boys in red.

Can't figure out what to do with presents; never was the greatest in finding perfect gifts. Can't exactly ask the big man in red and white about this either.

It's sad to resort to Google for this, but when you're short on time ~~and money~~ it's probably your best friend.

smoked fifteen joints;

2008-10-16T17:23:04Z

If it ain't one thing, it's another. Guess we should thank our lucky stars that it isn't a widespread epidemic, but Mischief Night and Halloween days are equally troublesome. Still got some old war wounds from times before, but with all those kids on the streets with sugar high, what would you expect?

Shooting gallery's practically ghost town. There's no one there anymore that knows how to shoot straight. But it clears my mind, and I'm thankful for that.

Right. So how am I supposed to let Kurenai know that maybe letting a guy live with her that isn't me is....

I'm not a jealous guy, I swear I'm not. But I think I should know better than to pick a fight. I don't think Sabaku would let me live it down if I just threw a punch at this "Mr. L". I don't think Kurenai would be impressed either.

smoked fourteen joints;

2008-09-29T15:26:02Z

Right now I'm not even sure if the cough I'm developing is the cigarettes finally doing me in or that I've finally joined the bandwagon and started to cough out my lungs. Even so, I've been trying to stay away from packs just in case. Maybe even get a bag or two of cough drops.

It's been seriously, excuse my French, shitty around here. People getting sick, we're being short staffed.

I wouldn't be surprised if this was the apocalypse.

Thanks, also, to Mr. L for his help with taking care of Kurenai. And anyone else who did. I try visiting her as much as I can, but there's only so much I can do from a couple feet away from the hospital bed.

smoked thirteen joints;

2008-09-09T15:30:20Z

Earthquake went by pretty well, although it's best to say that no earthquake is a damn good earthquake. The boys in red with their shiny toy trucks cleaned up most of the mess while a lot of us just made sure no curious citizen wanted to steal pieces of buildings or make them into playgrounds.

Volunteered for going on the shift of watching over clean up crews. It's a welcome change from being inside the offices. Even if the air's a bit dusty, it's fresh and better than stale smell of paperwork and ink. Hell, I can even smoke in the open without bosses and secretaries breathing down my neck.

But just so it's out there, if there's still anyone who needs assistance in dealing with the aftermath of the quake, by all means stop by the station or let me know. We'll see what we can do for you. Earthquakes aren't everyone's favorite natural event and seeing that San Fran isn't a stranger to one, we know a lot of people and connections that can help you with whatever problem it is you have, whether it be financially or physically.

All I suggest is calling the station line. The 9-1-1 ladies aren't very partial about helping us out, only because we have the luck of being one of the disastrous cities in the past.

smoked twelve joints;

2008-08-25T17:39:05Z

Reminders to self: bring a bag of clothes for convenience to Kurenai's next time. And maybe a couple of dog bones to save the only pair of pants I have at her place.

Things are starting to get heated up, I think.

Not to mention with Riza back and with Mustang back on the team, too.

Man, talk about shitty timing.

[Screened to SFPD only]

I'm not getting any information about the Emil Curtis case as well as what exactly happened to the kid. Anyone has any information, let me know. I'd like to think that I haven't done so much paperwork that I've become invisible in the damn offices.

smoked eleven joints;

2008-08-12T15:56:17Z

Weird.

I definitely had this feeling that all of SFPD and just San Fran in general was going to be invaded or taken over by some alien force. This would result in unemployment, even more death of trees for paperwork, lack of coffee in the break room, and more time spent somewhere else on a nice couch.

Guess it was just a bad dream.

I really need to stop watching BSG re-runs.

smoked ten joints;

2008-07-13T05:39:34Z

Paper kills trees and underpaid officers of the force. Someone should put that in the suggestion box.

Sabaku, you're with me on desk duty tomorrow. I don't want to hear your "if's" or "why's". At least it isn't a coffee request, be thankful for that.

Who's hoarding all of the aspirins around here?

smoked nine joints;

2008-06-14T00:18:19Z

After that mountain of work, I think I've officially kicked the resolution to quit smoking down the gutter. The higher ups better be damned happy with this work and re-do's are out of the question. I didn't BS twenty reports just to retype them again, they'll just have to deal with the fact that every patrol was a success and that whoever was my partner that time did save the day. The freaking end.

Word is that I missed an auction that was kind of similar to the one that happened before, and frankly, I'm curious of the results.

~~And I'll try not to get jealous of those lucky bastards.~~

smoked eight joints;

2008-05-27T19:19:15Z

San Fran isn't much of a difference from New Jersey in gas prices, but the temperature is definitely different. Here's hoping that while I was gone, someone died and whoever got promoted says that we all can wear tanks and shorts to work. But Bradley's tough, so we'll probably have to keep ironing and starching our shirts until we retire.

If anyone's out to rail on me because of missed work, I've got an official leave notice that I can fax to you in less than a heartbeat. So no railing on Havoc because he's got a sick mother.

As for any other cases, I'll be more than happy to indulge you in answers that I hope you might find satisfactory. Don't be offended if I just plain out ignore you.

smoked seven joints;

2008-04-19T15:55:29Z

A) List seven habits/quirks/facts about yourself.
B) Tag seven people to do the same.
C) Do not tag the person who tagged you or tag "whoever wants to do it."

1. Surprise fact number one: Yeah, my last name is actually "Havoc". It's not a nickname to look cool, it's just a name I was stuck with since birth. It's German, I think.
2. Along with a pack of cigarettes, I always carry around a pack of gum. Juicy Fruit.
3. I'm a sucker for rough/dominant women. They're more interesting to solve than a Rubik cube.
4. I don't call after the first date, because most likely I've forgotten where I put the damn number. The last time the piece of paper got lost in the laundromat down the street from where I live. Freakin' bleach.
5. Cigarettes keep me sane on the job. My trigger-finger keeps steady when I smoke.
6. I've tried to quit 17 times in the past year, but it didn't work because I kept finding hidden cig stashes everywhere in my apartment.
7. Mustang is my hero, really.

~~I feel like I'm back in college again.~~

Tagging whoever in SFPD who didn't do it yet (Mustang, included).

smoked six joints;

2008-04-05T18:22:20Z

The only thing I look forward in this and last week's constant overtime is the pay. And the free coffee they're offering in the breakroom. If only they had a cigarette machine in the break room and a massage chair, then everything would be complete. Gotta remember to put that in the suggestion box next time I pass it.

Okay, someone owes me ice. No thanks to that insane pit-ball fight, I got little bruises peppered everywhere. Head to toe. Ankle to neck.

Get what I'm saying here?

Boss, how am I gonna work on the Hummer case if you're throwing your best man into School Zone duty? What happened to your infamous good sense of using your resources?

..lastly, anyone seen Hawkeye around? I have something I have to return to her. Er. Clothing-wise.

smoked Five Joints;

2008-03-15T06:27:17Z

My thanks to Dr. Yuuhi for convincing my superiors that I am not crazy. Single handedly, this woman has taught me that yes, I sometimes am an ass and the world is my oyster. Now with my new perspective on the whole world, I think I should open a psychic phone hotline just for kicks.

Thank you for the referral, sir. I'm sorry for any inconvinience my injury made have caused for you or the higher ups and it's not your responsibility but mine to handle if fault is concerned. I still look forward in serving under you and hope that things have not fell apart without Lt. Hawkeye on her mission.

Now fully back in active duty (definition being entirely no painkillers on the side), I catch wind that there's a picnic to be had. Terrific plan of action, I say. I just want to make sure I get pictures of the higher ups splayed on the checkered blankets on the ground and eating tea sandwiches.

[RING. RING. RING.]

["The person you have called is not available at the moment, please leave a message after the beep."]

["Hey, Lieute--I mean, Riza. I know you're not at the phone right now, or at home for that matter because of a mission but I just wanted to let you know that I still owe a lot to my guardian angel. And if she isn't that tired or peeved at the fact that I got shot by a rookie, there's a home-cooked meal with her name on it. Alright, take care of yourself. I'll see you when you're topside.

...I missed you, if you can't tell."]

[CLICK]

[DIAL TONE]

smoked four joints;

2008-03-01T18:06:22Z

I was looking forward in getting out of the hospital, but now when I land my ass in house-arrest instead. Well, no, it isn't house arrest, but pretty much is when I can't go anywhere in my wheelchair. ~~Laugh it up guys, Havoc's in the wheelchair before age fifty. Who won that bet?~~

Though, some thanks need to be given out to my guardian angel. Even if the cruel ~~cute~~ nurses around in the hospital took the cigs away from me, they keep popping up in my palm every time I wake up. I swear, the smell of the carton was the only thing keeping me sane in there.

Nurses are damn mean with their clipboards, I'm telling you. I've got the bruises to prove it, too.

smoked three joints;

2008-02-23T06:47:42Z

Damn it.

I knew my luck was going t'catch up to me one of these days.

In a patrol last night, there was a bit of a misunderstanding between radios and then an occurance of "friendly fire". Guess who's the lucky guy to get the receiving end of "friendly"?

Hugs and get-well teddybears are not welcome (don't get any cheap ideas, Breda). But kisses and personal visits (especially those bearing cigs) will be accepted. I gotta have some visitors so the nurses don't think I'm that lonely-ass guy with a shattered kneecap and a bleeding kidney.

Which makes me Lonely-Ass-Busted-Knee-and-Bleeding-Kidney-Chain-Smoker-Guy.

...kind of has a ring to it. It's not bad.