Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 4, 2009 18:41:40 GMT -5
((OOC: This occurs after "A Heart-To-Heart" and at the end of August/beginning of September.))
::Near the end of August, near the end of the official summer, Pietro completed his training at the New York Police Academy. It had been eight months of course study, after he had been moved to the January cadet group. Eight months of learning the law of the land in more technical means than he had ever before considered, eight months of "physical endurance" although he did more on his own than he had ever been pressed at the Academy. Eight months of working with others, eight months of earning trust, eight months of weapons and take-down training. Learning search procedure, learning how to address terrorism, learning how to take mutant status into the equation; they had found he excelled at the last. He had passed the exit exam with flying colors, although that had been expected. Then there had been the last conversation with the Commandant and...graduation.
Despite the fact that the graduation ceremony was always a news story, it had otherwise been a relatively private affair. Family and close friends were in attendance, while the new officers were given words of wisdom and had authority bestowed upon them. There had been a celebratory supper, and two of the other mutant cadets had invited him out for drinks the next day. He had been inclined to refuse, but Wanda had encouraged him that having a friend, or at the very least an amiable working relationship, outside of the mansion would be beneficial; he had ceded and gone. There had been small presents, which was peculiar, as it was too early for his birthday, and he had never graduated University and was somewhat unfamiliar with the tradition. Certainly with finding himself on the receiving end.
The graduating class had been absorbed into the force, and he had been assigned a patrol and a partner. His partner was a human whose name was Clint; they hadn't spoken two words to one another during Academy, after their first encounter when the human had asked, "Don't I know you from somewhere?" and Pietro had gruffly replied, "No" and said nothing more. As the newest members of the force, their work was not the most complicated; there were no sting operations, certainly nothing glamorous. But it was honest work, and after his first shift, Pietro found that it was tolerable. Even sitting in the police car watching high-crime neighborhoods for hours on end beside a man who was no more a conversationalist than he was...it was tolerable. That was all he could ask for.
He was an officer now.::
::Near the end of August, near the end of the official summer, Pietro completed his training at the New York Police Academy. It had been eight months of course study, after he had been moved to the January cadet group. Eight months of learning the law of the land in more technical means than he had ever before considered, eight months of "physical endurance" although he did more on his own than he had ever been pressed at the Academy. Eight months of working with others, eight months of earning trust, eight months of weapons and take-down training. Learning search procedure, learning how to address terrorism, learning how to take mutant status into the equation; they had found he excelled at the last. He had passed the exit exam with flying colors, although that had been expected. Then there had been the last conversation with the Commandant and...graduation.
Despite the fact that the graduation ceremony was always a news story, it had otherwise been a relatively private affair. Family and close friends were in attendance, while the new officers were given words of wisdom and had authority bestowed upon them. There had been a celebratory supper, and two of the other mutant cadets had invited him out for drinks the next day. He had been inclined to refuse, but Wanda had encouraged him that having a friend, or at the very least an amiable working relationship, outside of the mansion would be beneficial; he had ceded and gone. There had been small presents, which was peculiar, as it was too early for his birthday, and he had never graduated University and was somewhat unfamiliar with the tradition. Certainly with finding himself on the receiving end.
The graduating class had been absorbed into the force, and he had been assigned a patrol and a partner. His partner was a human whose name was Clint; they hadn't spoken two words to one another during Academy, after their first encounter when the human had asked, "Don't I know you from somewhere?" and Pietro had gruffly replied, "No" and said nothing more. As the newest members of the force, their work was not the most complicated; there were no sting operations, certainly nothing glamorous. But it was honest work, and after his first shift, Pietro found that it was tolerable. Even sitting in the police car watching high-crime neighborhoods for hours on end beside a man who was no more a conversationalist than he was...it was tolerable. That was all he could ask for.
He was an officer now.::
