Post by Rev.Fr. Florence Claude on Mar 26, 2011 4:07:30 GMT -5
Florence Claude had been waiting. Waiting for one hour, forty-eight minutes and twenty seven seconds. He was not pleased. After all, a man like him should have been given more attention. Especially on account that this was a matter of great importance. Earlier during the day, on his way to his morning service, the reverend father made his way to the church bright and early. It had been quite a good day for him already, until he reached his destination, the smell of ash and smoke filling his senses. At first he had thought it was just someone burning garbage in the nearby village, but when he had seen what he did, he froze, completely shocked by everything.
The structure that he had meant to go to, a place he considered a second home, the house of his father, the refuge of the followers... it was all gone. Burnt to the ground. Now all that was left of it was rubble and burnt down pieces of some unknown material. None of it was recognizable, and none of them were in good enough condition to be salvaged. The priest grew red with frustration, knowing that it could would have been done by those miscreants from the orphanage. Or probably some idiots from the outskirts of town. Regardless, he wanted to make sure whoever burned the chapel down was going to get what they had coming to them. He would pass judgement on them for the lord.
Snapping back into the police department where he stood at the front counter, waiting for some idiot to start talking to him, he finally snapped, yelling over at the frail looking new-hire.
"I've been here for more than an hour and no one has come to my attention yet. That man over there said he was going to look for someone who can assist me, when clearly, he had just meant to get away. Now why don't you tell me what the FAP are doing? Are you lousy policemen gonna start doing your job as FAPs or are you all just gonna stare at each other doing nothing?" he said his speech rather calmly, not forgetting that he was a priest and he was to be a good example. Calmly, but fiercely. It was then when he leaned in to whisper to the man, "If I don't get my complaint heard out in the next five minutes..." he paused and just glared at the boy before him, and as though not wanting to hear the end of the holy man's sentence, he scurried away, in search of a more senior officer.
The structure that he had meant to go to, a place he considered a second home, the house of his father, the refuge of the followers... it was all gone. Burnt to the ground. Now all that was left of it was rubble and burnt down pieces of some unknown material. None of it was recognizable, and none of them were in good enough condition to be salvaged. The priest grew red with frustration, knowing that it could would have been done by those miscreants from the orphanage. Or probably some idiots from the outskirts of town. Regardless, he wanted to make sure whoever burned the chapel down was going to get what they had coming to them. He would pass judgement on them for the lord.
Snapping back into the police department where he stood at the front counter, waiting for some idiot to start talking to him, he finally snapped, yelling over at the frail looking new-hire.
"I've been here for more than an hour and no one has come to my attention yet. That man over there said he was going to look for someone who can assist me, when clearly, he had just meant to get away. Now why don't you tell me what the FAP are doing? Are you lousy policemen gonna start doing your job as FAPs or are you all just gonna stare at each other doing nothing?" he said his speech rather calmly, not forgetting that he was a priest and he was to be a good example. Calmly, but fiercely. It was then when he leaned in to whisper to the man, "If I don't get my complaint heard out in the next five minutes..." he paused and just glared at the boy before him, and as though not wanting to hear the end of the holy man's sentence, he scurried away, in search of a more senior officer.
