Post by Gwen Matthews on Nov 22, 2012 8:04:31 GMT -5
Oh, I go off like a gun
Like a loaded weapon
Bang, bang, bang
Everything that she had once known had changed drastically. Gwen had been married, the world her oyster and everything fitting into place smoothly. She had a great job, a solid foundation around her and a wonderful husband. How quickly it had formed, did it all fall apart...excluding the job of course. Everything else feel quickly through her fingers, the only thing she managed to maintain was her job as a Watcher, a leader quite quickly now she was blossoming into a leader. Gwen loved being a watcher, she loved being close to her colleagues particularly Michael and Mitchell who were not only her colleagues, her friends, but like her family. Of course, things changed there somewhat with the fact that they'd kept one hell of a secret from her.
That being said, Gwen wasn't one to hold grudges and understood their reasoning entirely which was why she not only accepted their choices but also allowed herself to keep what she knew to herself and not make a judgement, after all Vaughn was a creep and they'd done them all a huge favour.
As far as her marriage was concerned, that was over. She hadn't seen Travis for a real long time and she was okay with that. You see, she had become co-dependent over the past few years and with him not being under her feet 24/7 she learned to be stronger, to be like her previous self minus the obvious personality flaws. Gwen wasn't looking for anything serious, not right away and if the right person came along then she'd give it a go but until then..she was happy having a little fun here and there with a certain Mister Rozzo as it were, a secret she'd keep to herself. Gwen wasn't going to think too much anymore, she wanted to take risks like she had done before..taking life as it came to her. Day by day.
The Watchers were aiding the officers of the NYPD no longer being brushed aside or treated like criminals, though there were the small few who still disliked them and their methods. Of course, things were much easier with powers, Gwen found that pretty hard. She couldn't remember a time where she was not whizzing back and forth, and now..well...now she wasn't doing any of that. It was weird being normal, then again she wasn't sure what normal was anymore...
Having no powers was...she wasn't sure really, it made things quieter but at the same time she liked being able to race about like a lunatic. It wasn't as if there was no work on the table, there was plenty to go around just more everyday crime rather then some crazy ass special doing something annoying and making them all look like crap.
It took some time to be on par with the NYPD mostly because Gwen was as stubborn as a mule and would rather taunt their lack of effort then anything else, of course, without their support they were back to square one so the blonde had to learn to play nicely...for a change. Travis had bought that dutiful side out of her, but with him gone she was her old self again...just not off the rails. The support system of her fellow watchers helped her, even if some of them had some seriously dirty laundry laying about the office.
Suffice to say that Mitchell's and Michael's involvement in Victors murder came as a shock, she still supported the two of them because they'd been at her side through thick and thin, more like family then colleagues to the blonde.
Today was all about business. Gwen had spent most of the morning being given a debrief at the cop station about a target, a civilian male who'd been on the run for several weeks now. He wasn't a complete asshole, though some of the things he'd done would beg to differ that...he wasn't exactly what you'd call a decent man, he stole from people, dealt drugs and was overall on the wrong side of the tracks. Gwen knew all about that, she couldn't help but wonder if that was why the case was thrown at her. Still, it was better then sitting on her ass firing spit balls across the office at Ethan.
The blonde headed rapidly to Central Park where the goon had been spotted. She moved swiftly through the park, keeping a decent enough distance between herself and the culprit. One glance back toward her, she was clocked. He began sprinting. The blonde huffed her cheeks, wearing shoes that really weren't designed for running. Lucky she had something else up her sleeve. The blonde started off slow before allowing her ability to take over and in a gust of wind narrowed toward the running man.
She passed others, a brisk wind carrying in her trail, sending any litter or debris flowing into the air and the unfortunate few passers by off their feet. The blonde neared and jumped up, latching onto the man's back sending them both crashing to the ground. A grin spread across her face, clearly satisfied with her doings as she dug her knee into the man's back, pulling his arms behind him and cuffing his wrists. That was easy.
Now all she had to do was wait for backup to take this idiot in. The blonde climbed off him, pulling him to his feet, the man only cursing in return "Aint my fault you run like a girl, dumbass..." She urged, pushing him forward by his back.
"You know I had high hopes for you, I thought you'd at least put up a struggle, I mean sure I have the upper hand...what with you being incompentent and clearly retarded. On one hand I'm relieved that I have more time to kill and not spend chasing after your stupid ass..but at the same time, I like kinda the chase." She shrugged some.
"Maybe if you get bail we can do this again..and that's a big maybe, cause I'm pretty certain you're going away this time. I guess the only running you're going to be doing is in a bid to spare your ass...literally..." She chuckled slightly amused, it was mean, sure but if he was stupid enough to leave a trail he deserved it all.
She helped him to the bench and plonked him down, standing behind the bench. She let her hands rest of the back, towering behind him and waited for backup. He was quiet for the most part, which was boring as heck...what was with criminals these days, no sense of humour, at least when she did it...she was fun to chase.
Word Count: 1270
Lyrics: Armchair Cynics - Bang!
Outfit: CLOTHES
Comments: OMG I POSTED?!
