<div class="floatleft">(http://photos.modelmayhem.com/photos/090316/22/49bf2e61a3976.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Sergeant Jiwe Nchi</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Location:</strong> Police Station<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mattias, Lt. Akemi, Open<br/></span></span><hr/><br/>5:30 am. Jiwe alarm emitted that half scream, half screech that he hated for the sound, but loved for its effectiveness. Jiwe fumbled around in the dark for the four little glass balls that had to be place in the small indentations in four corners of the green and gold square that represented Jiwe’s homeland. The alarm clock was an annoying little invention, but it served its purpose. Jiwe had a bunch of little Earth Kingdom trinkets and it wasn’t uncommon to see him browsing the Earth Kingdom vendors when he patrolled the market district. It was often said that the people of the Earth Kingdom were proud people however, Jiwe had a love hate relationship with his people. In one instance, his people were the people who held the Fire Nation off long enough for Avatar Aang to master the four elements and defeat the Fire Lord Ozai. On the other hand, the result of that war was a struggling Earth Kingdom economy which resulted in Jiwe spending his teenage years mining precious metals. Sure, he learned how to properly bend and to ‘see’ without his eyes but many typical teenage experiences were taken away from him.<br/><br/>He sat up, pulling his locs back out of his face and quickly tied them back into a thick ponytail, using his own hair and for the first time that day, his feet hit the floor. As he made his way toward the quant bathroom, he turned the radio on to listen to the mornings news. From what he could tell, over the sound of water splashing in the shower, nothing too exciting happened the night before which was probably good. This way, when he got to work in the morning, he wouldn’t have any surprises which required a lot of unwanted, and in Jiwe’s mind, unnecessary paperwork.<br/><br/>After his shower, he put on his Republic City Police Department uniform and looked over himself to make sure everything was in order. The young Sergeant understood why the uniform was designed in the way that it was, especially since metalbending was a part of the job, but it was one of his least favorite parts. Having spent some time in Ba Sing Sae, Jiwe was fully aware of the Dai Li. Sure, the Dai Li were less of a protect and serve the people type of agency and more of a protect and serve the political interests of the city but they did have a more comfortable uniform.<br/><br/>Deciding that he had looked at himself enough for the day, Jiwe made his way out of the house and took a trolley to work since he had no car of his own. Most days, he would just walk but, he was feeling a bit lazy today. Fortunately, the first task of the day was a simple enough task, give Mattias a phone call. Normally, Jiwe would have let somebody else do it, but, he didn’t feel like doing anything productive. “Yes ma’am.” His voice rumbled in response to his Lieutenant with a slightly nod. “Morning Lt.” He said with a small smile as she made her way out of the room.<br/><br/>Mattias had been in this situation enough that Jiwe was comfortable enough to to go through the formalities involved. Jiwe bended the door open and nodded to the phone hanging on the wall, “Go ahead, make your call.” Honestly, he would probably just let Mattias go as long as he proved that he wasn’t still drunk which shouldn’t take much.