17 December 2011 @ 05:18 pm
[ Graham doesn't really get days off. He never knows what to do with himself when he gets days off anyway, a restless hum under his bones (or is that emptiness instead) and lately he's taken to running through the forest in the early mornings to clear his head. He likes it there. It makes him feel— it sounds stupid, even to himself, but it feels right. Relaxing, he supposes.

By the time he makes it back to town, it's still early. He'd finished earlier than he meant to and he takes advantage of it by walking slowly back to his apartment, a familiar ache in his muscles and his hair damp with sweat at the back of his neck. He doesn't know how he knows — he couldn't explain it if he tried — but Graham thinks it might rain, later today.
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[ ooc | played au 1x07. happy trails, partner! ]
 
 
09 November 2011 @ 04:50 am
[It's Graham's day off. He has instructed his deputies, spent all of yesterday to catch up on paperwork and is now looking forward to a day and night of peace and quiet. Meaning, hiking and camping in the forest, all by himself, with no emergency calls or angry mayors.

He smiles when he leaves the town behind. With all the weird things happening lately he feels like he definitely earned this.]
 
 
01 November 2011 @ 05:05 pm
[Graham has just finished up some paperwork and in his book it's time for a well-deserved lunch break.

He puts away the rest of the pictures and files that still need to be sorted and grabs his jacket, making his way over to the door. The plan includes food and coffee. Maybe talk to some people, see what everybody is up to. A bit of patrol time.

He doesn't really know why but inquiry seems important lately.]