Name: Lionel Theodore
Occupation: He is a Florida State Trooper Sergeant. (whispers to DM…two guns…the one in his shoulder holster, and his backup strapped to his leg :P)
Lionel was once a well-cut individual, but since his incident five years ago he has let himself go. He is not fat, but husky would be a geat word. He stands at six feet, but his new found weight has lead to a slouch that did not used to be there. He has black straight hair closely cropped, and he has hazel eyes.
Lionel is a cop, and acts like one when he is sober. In fact his non-police friends used to call him badge heavy all the time. The only problem is, he is never sober. Lionel works drunk, goes to the bar and drinks, and then passes out drunk. It is not uncommon for him to blackout and forget the night before. He drinks mostly to avoid the dreams that replay his wife leaving him and the causes. He has no kids, and his parents both died. (Actually Lionel hammered at his dad’s funeral this past year is the talk of the family, but anyways) He does have an ex-wife he is still in love with, but who is now living with his ex-partner Joey Lawrence. Lionel is a fragile person right now, but still has his basic power-tripping attitude backing that up.
As he looked into the bottom of the flask Lionel finished the last few drops of whiskey.
That is the best birthday present I ever got. Lionel straightened his hat as he exited his vehicle with his miniature clipboard in hand. As he approached the car in front of him he made sure to pop a stick of gum into his mouth. Leaning over, looking into the dirver’s side window, Lionel glowered at the vehicles operator. Ma’am, next time you operate a vehicle, make sure you know where all the buttons and gadgets are especially your blinker. This is your ticket, the instruction on how to pay or fight it are on the back. Now have a nice day and be safe. Lionel quickly walked back to his cruiser, and turned on his blinker waiting for the vehicle in front of him to pull out. As soon as she was away, Lionel shut his blinker and overhead lights off. Obviously time for a nap, that is the second time today I had to give someone a ticket because I almost hit them. I’ve only been on shift for an hour. With that Lionel propped his radar gun up against his window, shut it off, and went to sleep.
He hadn’t had his eyes closed for all that long when the dreams started happening. They were really more like memories than dreams, but Lionel had no idea why his subconscious kept wanting to relive them. First there was the incident that started everything, the shooting. It had been an ordinary call on a domestic, until the guy pulled the weapon. It was the first time Lionel had ever shot anything other than a target. The guy’s wife, who had called the police originally against her husband, was the only one in the room when he shot him. She had told the other officers it was a bad shooting. It took them a year to investigate. During the year Lionel was around the house more, and it turned out that was bad for his marriage. He, and Kaitlyn had never had any children, so when she realized she liked the badge more than him it was easy for her to move out. It was also pretty easy for her to move in with his former partner, Joey. It was hard to be mad at Joey really, he had always said if they ever broke up he would sleep with Kaitlyn. At the time Lionel had thought he was joking, now he knew that Joey had been sleeping with her for months before he ever said that. The dreams just kept reliving that year, it had been 4 years since then and they still kept coming. The only thing that slowed them down was at the bottom of his flask, and Lionel had just run out. Waking suddenly from his dreams, Lionel decided the nap had been enough and it was time to head to the liquor store for a flask refill.
When he got off shift, Lionel didn’t even bother to change out of his uniform. He pulled his walkie-talkie off, unhooked his belt, and threw a jacket over his shirt. Changing meant either spending more time in the barracks with Joey, or going home first. This was easier. The bar was a comfortable place for Lionel, he was a cop and everyone knew it, no one bothered him. Lionel drank like he always did, no more, no less. As normal he blacked out that night. Now that he was starting to wake up, he realized three things. The first was that his head hurt worse than normal. It felt like something had smashed him over the head. The second, he had no idea where he was but it was not his home. Lastly, he had absolutely no recollection of what had happened the night before. He vaguely remembered some crazy dreams, which at least were not his normal dreams, and something about feeling like he was in a B movie.
Thanks for the sympathy let-in. I need games.