<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/DyjPMSy.jpg?1)</div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Name:</strong> Hailey Jenson <br/><strong>Date and Time: </strong>June 1st, Friday. 4:00 PM<br/><strong>Location:</strong> In Town -&gt; Home<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Work Clothes (https://www.polyvore.com/m/set?.embedder=21561859&amp;.svc=copypaste&amp;id=236760241), Play Clothes (https://www.polyvore.com/m/set?.embedder=21561859&amp;.svc=copypaste&amp;id=236769755)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Eiji Tasuo <strong>||</strong> LamentingQuill<br/><strong>Mentioning:</strong> N/A<br/><strong>Content warnings:</strong> N/A<br/><strong>Extra information:</strong> N/A<br/><br/><del><strong>================================================================</strong></del><br/><br/>“Wait!” someone shouted, as they rushed to the side of their vehicle. “I’m here. It’s only been a minute!” they claimed in defense. <br/><br/>Hailey was on the job, being a meter maid instead of acting as the cop she was trained to be. Looking at the frustrated monster before her, she shook her head in response to her outrage. “Try twenty minutes,” she said as she ripped off the ticket to hand it to the monster before her.<br/><br/>“Bitch,” the monster snarled as she grabbed the ticket. She shredded it to pieces, letting them fall to the ground.<br/><br/>“I hope you are going to pick that up. Because, you know, I’d have to write another ticket for littering,” Hailey said as she shifted from one foot to another, flipping the page, ready to write another ticket.<br/><br/>The monster growled before raising her hand striking her across the face hard. Hailey stumbled backwards, almost loosing her footing.  It definitely took her by surprise. She quickly moved a hand to feel where she’d been hit. “You’ve gotta be kidding me! Come on!” she exclaimed, obviously getting pissed quick. Fortunately there were some monster officers nearby who saw the situation and came over. To what she prayed, they’d assist. <br/><br/>“Is there a problem, ma’am?”  one of them asked the irate female monster. <br/><br/>“Yes- this little weasel is writing me a ticket for nothing,” the monster replied matter-of-factly.<br/><br/>“The meter ran out…” Hailey said to them as she pulled up the carbon copy in her ticket book.<br/><br/>The other officer, snatched the book, studying the ticket. He couldn’t help but smile as it was filled out to ‘T’. “Come on Jenson, you don’t think you could cut the lady a break, now could you?”<br/><br/>“Are you serious? It was twenty minutes. She littered and then had the balls to hit me!,” she exclaimed at the audacity of him trying write it all off as nothing. She tried to reach for her book. But the officer turned his back to her before ripping out the copy. He balled it quickly and stuffed it into one of his pockets. “Come on!” she said trying to get it back. But once he handed it to her, it didn’t take a detective to know what he did. “This isn't right."<br/><br/>They definitely ignored her as they turned their attention back to the monster in question. One of them spoke up for all of them. “Sorry about the trouble, ma’am. You have a nice day.”<br/><br/>The monster seemed to be satisfied before she gave both the monster cops a dashing smile before slipping into her vehicle. <br/><br/>The other cop turned towards Hailey, “Don’t work too hard, Jenson.” They both laughed before walking away. Hailey frowned when she opened her book to find the ripped stub left where her ticket was supposed to be. “Jackasses…” she mumbled. She sighed heavily before closing her book as she started to walk back down the sidewalk. It was miserable enough having to fight every Tom-Dick-and Harry over a stupid little violation. It was even worse when fellow cops (most who were monsters) tried to make her job impossible. There were a few times she wondered if she was in the right profession. And she’d be lying if she said she never thought of giving up her badge.  It wasn’t like she really got to use it much anyways. She had been assigned meter duty indefinitely.  Which was pretty much since she had been hired on after going through the academy.<br/><br/>When she got back to the station, she submitted all her tickets and paperwork for the day. After she finished, she changed out of her work clothes and put her plain clothes on. From there, she went home. She still had a good few hours before her parents would get home. She’d have time to unwind, take a shower, and relax. Plus since signing up for the Spouse Program, she was a little curious as to whether or not if she had any hits. <br/><br/>At home, she turned on the computer. It was definitely old and outdated, but it still worked for basic necessities. As it loaded, she took a quick hot shower. It was nice to wash the street away before settling down in front of the computer. Opening her email, she scrolled through the messages until she found one from the Spouse Program. She bit her bottom lip absentmindedly as she double clicked on the email, opening it up. <br/><br/>Her skimmed it quickly, a small smile teasing the corners of her lips. “So formal…” she muttered to herself. For a moment, she debated opening up his profile from the Spouse Program site. The named sounded terribly familiar. But she couldn’t quite place her finger on it. Instead of opening up the program, she decided to wait a bit and think how she was going to respond. She figured it was best to have an answer before digging up information. Plus she didn't trust herself to back out of the program entirely if she started scrolling through monster profiles. <br/><br/>Returning to the bathroom, she looked at her reflection in the mirror.  Already, a bruise was forming on her cheek where she had been hit. “Well… this looks swell,” she muttered sarcastically as she tried touching it. She winced at the pain, knowing it wouldn't be one to quickly go away. It was still pretty tender. Thinking about the work, she knew she was going to have to meet with this Mr. Tasuo if she wanted things to change for her and her family. She was always going to stay at the bottom, they all were, if she just did nothing. <br/><br/>Turning on the radio, she moved back to the computer to pull the email back up. She had made up her mind. As she hit the reply button, a commercial came over the radio about the Spouse Program. Hearing Eiji’s name, the lightbulb turned on, realizing who he was. “No shit..." She knew exactly who he was. More importantly, her parents also knew who he was. The stories that they'd told her about her ancestors came rushing back to her. What would happen if her parents found out she agreed to go on a date with him? Suddenly the idea of being a meter maid didn’t sound so bad.<br/><br/>She drummed her fingers next to the keyboard in thought. A few minutes went by, “Ugh… What the hell…” <br/><br/>Without thinking too much more on it, her slender fingers started to work over the keyboard, slowly typing up her response:<br/><br/><em>Mr. Tasuo,<br/><br/>I accept your invitation and look forward to meeting you. <br/><br/>~ Hailey J.</em><br/><br/>It was short, simple, and straight to the point. Mostly due to the fact that she wasn’t sure how to respond so eloquently. She closed out her email one last time, this time making sure to erase her history. Corresponding with Mr. Tasuo was the last thing she wanted her parents to discover. <br/><br/>Feeling her stomach rumble, she finished what she was doing before moving into the kitchen. She pulled open the fridge, and to her dismay, there wasn't much to snack on. Typical. Groaning, she closed the door and moved to the cupboards where she pulled out a nearly empty box of cereal. She poured what was left in the bowl and found a seat on the couch. Snacking on it like it was popcorn, she tried to imagine having dinner with a monster. Sure she worked with them, but the word 'betrothal' rang through her head. She could almost imagine him saying it. It was a concept that she hadn't really given too much thought to until the Spouse Program.<br/></span></span>