... honestly, it could have been worse. If whoever wrote this thing had gone for some dog joke, written that he's "a REAL son of a bitch", he probably would have chucked it in the first trash can he could find and done without the damn thing. Even so, it's not like this paints him in the best light, but if he needs to try his hand at this "playing nice" thing then a name's a fine place to start.
Not that it's going to be easy, even then - but when is anything ever easy? ]
2. job hunting
[ It's not that he's eager to find himself in someone else's employment, not by a long shot, but he's also not so stupid as to deny that needing money is a fact of life. He can't exactly just nominate himself sherriff here, and not for nothing but he's pretty sure that his way of handling things differs pretty greatly from the police.
The idea is there, in the back of his head, to look into starting up his own private investigative practice. Detective work was admittedly engaging. The hunter in him enjoyed seeking the trail, connecting dots to find his way to his prey - the truth. It's part of what made being the sherriff of Fabletown actually bearable, but he's not sure this place has the same seedy underbelly to dig into. Or, more accurately, he doesn't think he's been here long enough to find the traces of it. A place like this, with such a pretty face and an aggressively warm-hearted message, that offers such a tantalizing prize to its volunteers for the low price of a little cooperation, a little affection... he doesn't trust it, not entirely, and he wants to do a little digging to find out what he can about this place, what secrets it might be hiding that the ones in charge don't want coming to light. For right now, there's no obvious lead to follow.
But he knows where to go if he wants to find a start.
Booze always loosens lips, but just picking any bar isn't enough. The nicer ones aren't worth his time - if there's anything going on behind the scenes here it won't be exposed by the higher-ups, the people benefitting from the system. It'll be from the ones who are down on their luck, who have been driven into a dark corner - the kind that find themselves in dive bars, which is why he finds himself stopped at the stand for CriminALES. Yeah, this could do. If nothing else, a night job would give him some income to start saving up so he can start something independently. ]
Place like this looks like it could use some muscle.
bigby wolf | fables/the wolf among us | ota
[ Hello, my name is Bigby. I am THE LAW
... honestly, it could have been worse. If whoever wrote this thing had gone for some dog joke, written that he's "a REAL son of a bitch", he probably would have chucked it in the first trash can he could find and done without the damn thing. Even so, it's not like this paints him in the best light, but if he needs to try his hand at this "playing nice" thing then a name's a fine place to start.
Not that it's going to be easy, even then - but when is anything ever easy? ]
2. job hunting
[ It's not that he's eager to find himself in someone else's employment, not by a long shot, but he's also not so stupid as to deny that needing money is a fact of life. He can't exactly just nominate himself sherriff here, and not for nothing but he's pretty sure that his way of handling things differs pretty greatly from the police.
The idea is there, in the back of his head, to look into starting up his own private investigative practice. Detective work was admittedly engaging. The hunter in him enjoyed seeking the trail, connecting dots to find his way to his prey - the truth. It's part of what made being the sherriff of Fabletown actually bearable, but he's not sure this place has the same seedy underbelly to dig into. Or, more accurately, he doesn't think he's been here long enough to find the traces of it. A place like this, with such a pretty face and an aggressively warm-hearted message, that offers such a tantalizing prize to its volunteers for the low price of a little cooperation, a little affection... he doesn't trust it, not entirely, and he wants to do a little digging to find out what he can about this place, what secrets it might be hiding that the ones in charge don't want coming to light. For right now, there's no obvious lead to follow.
But he knows where to go if he wants to find a start.
Booze always loosens lips, but just picking any bar isn't enough. The nicer ones aren't worth his time - if there's anything going on behind the scenes here it won't be exposed by the higher-ups, the people benefitting from the system. It'll be from the ones who are down on their luck, who have been driven into a dark corner - the kind that find themselves in dive bars, which is why he finds himself stopped at the stand for CriminALES. Yeah, this could do. If nothing else, a night job would give him some income to start saving up so he can start something independently. ]
Place like this looks like it could use some muscle.