[ It's easy for a man like Rick Bradbury to disappear. Out of the uniform, when he isn't taking up his post by his boss's side, he's just another footnote in the short, ugly history of the ImPort crackdown and registration. Just another body.
He isn't dead, though he sometimes wishes he was.
After years away, Bradbury's finally come home, or as close to home as he's ever had here. He's older, skin tanned and ruddy, hair left to grow long and coarse from exposure to sun and salt-spray. He's leaner, and he walks stooped, like a man who's been beaten down (or, more likely, someone just trying to disappear in on himself). He still favors worn denim and black shirts like he did on the rare days he was off-duty, but he doesn't count on anyone remembering what he looks like now. Some days, he can barely even recognize himself in the mirror.
With his ship docked, he's looking for a convenient place to stay, or at least that's what he tells himself. Instead of taking him to a hotel, though, his feet betray him, leading him down alleyways and streets he once knew like the back of his own hand.
How can a few years away change so much? ]
[ ooc: for reference/convenience, OOC plotting post is right here. ]
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He isn't dead, though he sometimes wishes he was.
After years away, Bradbury's finally come home, or as close to home as he's ever had here. He's older, skin tanned and ruddy, hair left to grow long and coarse from exposure to sun and salt-spray. He's leaner, and he walks stooped, like a man who's been beaten down (or, more likely, someone just trying to disappear in on himself). He still favors worn denim and black shirts like he did on the rare days he was off-duty, but he doesn't count on anyone remembering what he looks like now. Some days, he can barely even recognize himself in the mirror.
With his ship docked, he's looking for a convenient place to stay, or at least that's what he tells himself. Instead of taking him to a hotel, though, his feet betray him, leading him down alleyways and streets he once knew like the back of his own hand.
How can a few years away change so much? ]
[ ooc: for reference/convenience, OOC plotting post is right here. ]