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fandomtownies2012-11-03 08:05 pm
pursuedthestars) wrote in fandomtownies2012-11-03 08:05 pm
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Fandom Town Firehouse | Saturday Afternoon
There weren't any fires to fight and that left Jim bored. He was a glutton for a danger so when things weren't dangerous, when he wasn't heading into the gaping maw of a fire, his mind started working in overdrive.
And that....that only meant bad things. He started thinking about the past, about the broken family and the ravaged town he'd left behind. About how he'd failed as a police officer and had to settle for something that he didn't want. About how the bodies that burned behind his closed eyes every time he went to sleep.
It was all too much. He'd come to this place to escape that past, to start anew. He'd taken on a new name, stolen someone else's identity just to forge ahead and to try and put everything else behind him. No one knew him here. No one knew of his criminal dealings and his felonious past.
Here, he was just a shirtless fireman, washing the trucks and waiting for that bell to ring. Here, he was just someone that no one would notice unless they liked the shirtless type with hard, taut muscles and chiseled faces.
Here, he was someone better.
[Every soap opera town needs a good fireman who is rarely seen doing ANYTHING but looking pretty. Open, of course.]
And that....that only meant bad things. He started thinking about the past, about the broken family and the ravaged town he'd left behind. About how he'd failed as a police officer and had to settle for something that he didn't want. About how the bodies that burned behind his closed eyes every time he went to sleep.
It was all too much. He'd come to this place to escape that past, to start anew. He'd taken on a new name, stolen someone else's identity just to forge ahead and to try and put everything else behind him. No one knew him here. No one knew of his criminal dealings and his felonious past.
Here, he was just a shirtless fireman, washing the trucks and waiting for that bell to ring. Here, he was just someone that no one would notice unless they liked the shirtless type with hard, taut muscles and chiseled faces.
Here, he was someone better.
[Every soap opera town needs a good fireman who is rarely seen doing ANYTHING but looking pretty. Open, of course.]