J. Scott
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Character Biography
Name: Jaydon Miles Scott
DOB: 9/1/1995
Current Address: 12300 Halsey Ave. Ft. Shannon Apt 603
Job/Title: SCSD Deputy
Previous Residences (including hometown):
Concord County 1996-2002
Washington D.C. 2002-2014
Crescent Falls University 2014-2018
Ft. Shannon 2018-Present
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 146lbs
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Family:
Ryan Scott (b. 1989) - Brother - FBI Special Agent Ft. Shannon Field Office
Father - Retired Assistant Director of FBI - Lives in Miami, FL with Jaydon's Stepmother
Biography:
Jaydon comes from a long line of law enforcement officers. His great grandfather was among the first special agent in the newly founded FBI in 1908, his grandfather was a federal agent, his father a retired federal agent, and even his brother is a current FBI agent. While Jaydon certainly had the connections, he was never drawn to the white-collar investigative type work that the FBI undertook, instead, he desired action, adventure, and the opportunity to get his hands dirty. He chose a career in local law enforcement.
Jaydon was born in Concord county, where he and his older brother were mostly raised by their mother, while their father spent a lot of time away from home working for the Bureau. While Jaydon loves his brother, he has always seen him as the 'prodigal son'. He was good at everything he ever did, always captain of the team, always city champion, always top of his class...perfect. His brother's perfection was difficult for Jaydon to live up to. Being less than perfect, despite his best efforts, put a lot of strain on the relationship between Jaydon and his father, which remains even to this day.
At the age of 17, Jaydon's mother was tragically killed in a car crash. Angry with the world for taking the only parent he felt truly loved him, Jaydon went on a self-destructive spree for months narrowly escaping criminal charges and expulsion from school. Desperate to find a way for young Jaydon to channel his anger and redirect his life, his brother Ryan, a third degree black belt, taught him martial arts. The plan worked, and Jaydon was able to cope with his inner anger and bring his life back into balance. He graduated from high school and went on to attend Crescent Falls University, earning his Bachelor's degree in criminal justice and immediately joining the Shiloh County Sheriff's department.
Employment history:
2015-2018: CFU Police - Student Assistant
2018 - Present: Shiloh County Sheriff's Department -
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Recent Posts
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'Look kid. I'm not going to blow smoke up your ass. You don't go from gung-ho ass kicking on patrol to directing traffic for 8 hours a day at a construction site without fucking up.' Pat say rather sternly.
What the fuck is this guy talking about? What is this?
'Look they asked me to transfer divisions so I did. Like a good team player.'
'Bullshit. You got Volun-told. You bought that be a team player bullshit? Come on kid. I've been around here 30 years, and I know a departmental dicking when I see one.'
I continue to stare at him. The fuck?
He continues.
'Think about it. You love action, adventure, and busting perps. You fucked up, they can't fire you, so what do they do...they put you in a god-awful division that's the exact opposite of what you're here for...you know...to get you bored...jaded...to wear on your mind and desire to be here. It's all a ploy to get you so goddamn bored that you quit. Think about it kid, Stuck for years in traffic and not a damn promotion, not to corporal, FTO, fucking road cone coordinator...nothin.'
What the...what is this guy talking about!?
'You keep mentioning that I fucked up. When exactly? What did I do that was so egregious that they would want to get rid of me?' I ask starting to get a little pissed off now.
'Don't bullshit me, kid. You've been here 5 years. 2 investigations on you...one for allegedly engaging in a brawl in a perp's house, and lets not talk about the real straw that broke the camel back....'
'...and what would that be?' I ask snarkily.
'Come on, you know....the turning point. The point they moved your ass over here.'
'...no...please...enlighten me.' I reply sarcastically.
'Two words...Christmas Party' he replies.
*I roll my eyes*
'Aww Jesus. Here it goes.' I say. I can't believe this shit is coming up again.
'You drunkenly assaulted a firefighter and got into a huge fucking brawl with hotel security...in front of a bunch of brass mind you. It's a fucking miracle that you're even still here.'
This fucking asshole.
'Look, I don't need to be lectured on something that happened years ago, okay?' I say as I stand up.
'The only reason you're still here is because Russo went to bat for you. You have no idea how much shit he got and how close you came to being thrown out on your ass for that. Also got your boy Caldwell in some hot water too, luckily he had enough kudos to dodge the bullet on it.'
'You don't know shit, Pat.' I say as I start to argue.
'Oh yes, I do. Kid, I've been here 30 years. I know nearly every damn person around here. I know what I'm talking about.'
'Why are we having this conversation, Pat? Huh?' I ask angrily as I shrug my shoulders in an exaggerated manner.
'Because I've been in your exact same situation.'
'Oh, really? You're a fellow fuck up? Great. My fucking savior. I don't need to hear this shit.' I reply angrily as I start to walk away.
'Yes, you do. Now shut the fuck up, sit down, and listen for once in your goddamn life.' he says firmly as he stands up from his seat.
*For some reason I stop turn around, and start listening*
'I've been here 30 fucking years. I'm only a few away from full-blown retirement...and here I am...Detective. Not Detective Segeant...Not Lieutenant...fucking Detective...A guy with my seniority should be so far up the totem pole that Russo should be out there polishing my fucking car right now...'
He pauses. I continue to listen.
'...and why do you think that is? Huh? Because I fucked up, years ago. Yeah. I chased down a perp in my car as he ran away, drove up next to him, and opened my car door slamming it into his back as he ran...he fell over face first causing him to break an arm and hit his head something awful. I think he had something like 4 surgeries and doesn't talk good anymore. Needless to say, the department got sued, and my ass was on the chopping block but by some miracle, they didn't fire me. As penance, ever since that day, every time my name and application for promotion has come across the undersheriff's desks, it gets put in the shredder. So here I am. Perpetually dicked by the department for something I did 25 years ago...and I see the same shit happening in front of my eyes with you. They can't fire ya...so they make you quit. Unfortunately for them, I'm a stubborn bastard.'
'Let's be real, Pat, you're stuck here because you do shady ass shit. Tampering with evidence? Planting evidence? Intimidating witnesses?...oh and having a family connection with the captain sure helps, right?' I let out in frustration, not realizing I've just said out loud years' worth of office rumors about Pat to his face.
'You fuckin leave Russo out of it' he says starting to get angry himself as he puts his finger into my chest.
He relaxes and calms himself.
'You have a fucking shot at getting out of this fucking hole you're in, and here you are, completely in denial that there's even a fucking problem.' he shouts back at me.
'How many complaints have you had since you moved to traffic? How many situations have you escalated? How many fucking fights have you gotten into with perps...on traffic duty...traffic!'
*I open my mouth to reply but he cuts me off*
'If you were anyone else, you're ass would have been gone a long time ago....but obviously someone seeing some potential still in you. Some potential to turn your shit around...yet here you are...I know why you are late leaving today...you sucker punched another smart mouth asshole again, didn't you? Jesus. Another complaint? You just can't stop fucking up, can you?' he replies.
That's it. This fucking guy is going too far.
*I get right up in his face*
'You want to talk about a smart-mouthed asshole?' I say looking directly into his eyes and I stand chest to chest with him. My fist clenched.
Pat's face is calm. His voice was calm and soft.
'Look at you. What are you going to do? Are you going to hit me? Do you want to find out just how much farther that potential and goodwill can carry you around here? Go ahead. Hit me. Seal the deal. Come on.'
*I continue to stare but do not act*
'You got problems kid. Deep-seeded problems that you need help with. You better get help fast, because your career here is spiraling.' he says remaining completely calm despite my visible anger.
*I relax my clenched fist*
'You're at a turning point, kid. You better fix yourself, before it's too late.' he looks me in the eyes.
What the fuck am I doing? Was I really about to punch a detective? I swell full of anger but turn away from Hanagan, grab my cup of coffee, and throw it across the room. It lands on some poor sap's desk, spilling coffee all over it and some papers that were left out.
*I storm out of the detective work room as Pat continues to stare at me and slowly shakes his head.
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*I walk out of the parade room*
I just got yelled at for another civilian complaint. Just the thing I need after another shitty day in traffic. At least I got a quick workout in at the station's gym. Now it's time for some caffeine.
*I sigh*
I fucking hate Traffic Division. God, something needs to give. Ever since they moved me to traffic my whole life has been one giant boring record stuck on repeat. I hate this shit so much. It's boring as hell, but what can I do? Quit? No. The word quit doesn't exist in my vocabulary. Better things will come. They have to. I can't be stuck in this hell hole of a division forever...can I?
*I swipe a credit card on the vending machine and select an energy drink*
The machine starts to come to life, then rattles, and....nothing. Nothing comes out. The words "Thank you, Enjoy!" Appear on the vending machine display.
*I check the bottom of the machine and feel nothing inside. The damn thing broke and stole my money!*
'Awww...you gotta be kidding me!' I say in frustration.
*I give the side a light tap*
'Fucking piece of shit!' I say as I slap the side even harder, filling the hallway with noise.
Fucking figures. Department wants to fuck me, might as well let the vending machines in on the action too.
'Fucking asshole' I say even louder as I give the vending machine a hard shove and light kick.
'Take it easy kid. You break it, it's gonna take the county 3 damn years to fix it.' I hear from off to the side.
I see Detective Hanagan leaning in the doorway of the detective work room looking at me with a light smile.
*I blush with embarrassment*
'Oh..sorry sir. It's just...the damn thing broke and took my money.' I reply trying to hide my embarrassment.
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'If you want to slip him some tongue you better do it quick before the ambulance gets here'
'eh hehehehe' I laugh overly sarcastically.
'Why don't you give him the old reach around you fucking queer bait.' I say frustrated by the disgusting situation.
*After what seems like an eternity, the cavalry finally shows up*
Two fireman walk in and stand in the doorway.
'Well...well...well...look at what we got here.' one of them says as he pauses at the doorway.
'Man, your guy's CPR is like....wow...' the other says.
'Gee thanks guys. You know, we've been perfecting our technique for the past...I don't know...5 minutes....ARE YOU GOING TO JUST STAND THERE OR ARE YO UGOING TO HELP?' I say.
'Yeah...I think you guys have helped enough.' he says as they enter and squeeze us through.
'You guys wouldn't happen to know what the deal is here would you?' One of the fireman asks with a snarky condescending tone.
'I just found him here not breathing. Still warm.' I start.
Fucking hose monkey treating us like we're idiots.
'...yeah...I think he just finished spending the night with your mom and decided he'd rather OD on smack than live with that memory...' I reply snarkily.
'...the fuck did you just say?' the fireman says starting to get up.
'...hey Paul...can we focus here please?' the other one says to him as he starts to take over compressions.
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'Hey sarge. We gotta it on lockdown on here.' I say to Patterson.
'I think we have another unit or two coming down...why don't you take scooby and the mystery machine down to the scene. They may need some help there.' I say to him.
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*I see lights on the bridge and hear the radio traffic.*
Perfect timing. Right place, right time.
'...break 209 your probably closest to me,feel free to stop or blow by'
"209, I'm backing 230 and 214." I say over the radio.
*I get out of my car and draw my pistol. I walk up behind Patterson and place a hand on his shoulder.*
'Hey there. I'm heading up with Wentz.' I say as I see Wentz approaching the car.
'Don't shoot me with that rifle Shaggy.' I say as I move up.
*I move up past Patterson and approach as Wentz starts peaking into the car*
"214, ERT, I have 3 black males occupying the car. Two are unconscious, the third is trapped."
I overhear Wentz calling in the injuries.
'I suppose we better get dumb and dumber out of the back here?' I say.
'Let me see your hands! Keep them where I can see them!' I say at the third perp who is trying to get out of the car.
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It's cold as balls outside. Snow is still falling.
"209 responding." I say as I carefully but speedily start to drive to the call location.
*I flip on my lights and siren*
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‘Uhhh yes sir. I’ve enrolled in the same meeting. We’ll work on getting that training together, sir.’ I say, head down in shame.
Burke’s among some of the county’s biggest assholes. I’m not about to start shit with him. Shit, Russo didn’t even buy my bullshit, how could I expect Burke to? I think it’s time to just play quiet on this.
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‘Fuck man, now what?’ I sigh to Caldwell as we walk up to Russo’s office for the second time.
’You don’t think this has to do with that bullshit article do you?’
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'Ok...good....but I remember something about breathing....I remember because this cute nursing student stared at me while she said it. I remember thinking: You can mouth to mouth me anytime.' I recall.
*I look at the crackhead*
'...but fuck that I'm not putting my mouth on his and catch the herp or some shit.'
'Jay stop being a fucking pussy' Mike tells me.
'Hey fuck you. You make out with this fucker.' I say in retaliation.
'Wait! ....there's a mask in here I think.' I say as I rummage through the first aid kit.
*I pull out the CPR mask. It comes with a mask portion and a mouth piece*
*I assemble it but look at the finished mask with confusion*
'Fuck. Which end goes in his mouth?' I ask Mike.
*I put the mouth-piece end into the man's open mouth, with the facemask open towards the ceiling.*
*I cautiously lower my face into the mask, but abort half way down*
'Bro I can't do this shit. This is fucking nasty.' I say.
*I get berrated by Mike*
'Fine! Fine! Asshole.' I say finally placing my face over the mask and blowing.
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'Oh yeah. He's fucking sleeping...you think he powdered his face to keep his skin rejuvinated. He looks fucking dead man!' I say sarcastically.
I walk up to him and poke him.
*No response*
'Bruh he's still warm! We need to call in EMS.' I say starting to panic.
"215."
"215. Go ahead"
"215 we're at the 7/11 on Garfield Road and we have a 30 year old male not responding and not breathing. Start EMS." I say trying to remain calm.
"215 copy."
'Okay.' I stand there trying to think of what to do.
'Right. You start CPR and I'll get the first aid kit!' I say.
Mike objects.
'Well I don't know CPR! The fucking academy had nursing students teaching it. I was too busy mentally undressing them! GOD DAMN IT!'
'How the fuck do I do this!?' I ask as we drag the guy out of the stall.
'I know you push somewhere....but where?' I ask helplessly
Topics I Participated In
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Armed Robbery, Shots Fired
Started by C. Aylward ·
SHERIFFS UNITS, NEXT UP MEDIC UNIT, SHERIFFS SUPERVISOR. ARMED ROBBERY MULTIPLE CALLS IN REGARDS. 659 SHANNON AVE, FORT SHANNON, SOUTH RIVER 7-11
911 Wheres your emergency?
659 Shannon Ave were at the 7-11! Please send help!
'Ok What happened?'
'Send help he got shot!'
'Ok I need you to put pressure on the wound. Who shot him?'
'3 Black kids, They robbed us and jumped into a black Honda.'
'Is your coworker breathing?'
'I don't know. There's blood everywhere.'
*Sheriff's radio*
"SD units respond to an armed robbery 659 Shannon ave, Shots fired, 3 Black Males fled in a black honda. Caller states that the perp shot his coworker. Unknown if breathing."
*EMS Radio*
'Next up Medic unit respond to the shot 659 Shannon ave, 1 male shot unknown if breathing. Sheriff's units are assigned and enroute'
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Security Holding - Literally
Started by M. Price ·
2 SHERIFF UNITS - SAXX 17TH on North 6th Street. Possible Security Guard involved assault in progress.
*Running a couple calls simultaneously, the 911 line lights up again*
"911, Wh-"
"OH MY GOD, HE'S GOING TO KILL HIM, GET ME SOME HELP."
"Okay, where are you?"
"SAXX 17th in Fort Shannon! My god, GET OFF HIM YOU FAT FUCK!"
"Ma'am, what's happening?"
"THAT FAT FUCK SECURITY GUARD IS TRYING TO KILL MY MAN. HE'S SCREAMING AT HIM, HE'S HOLDING HIM DOWN. HE AIN'T DONE NOTHING!"
"Okay, I've got units on the way, is anyone hurt?"
"THAT FAT FUCK MIGHT KILL HIM. GET ME SOME HELP!"
*She disconnects, and on call back twice, refuses to answer.*
"SCSD units in the area of North 6th, got a possible assault in progress at Saxx 17th. RP reporting security guard pinning a man to the ground. RP was frantic. Respond code 3."
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Scalper Stabbing
Started by C. Aylward ·
Sheriffs units and a supervisor, And EMS. RESPOND TO AN ARMED ROBBERY WITH A PERSON STABBED, NORTH 12TH AND BABCOCK IN THE PARK
Time: 1214 Weather: Cold, Clear
'911 Where's your emergency?'
RP: 'Im at North 12th and Babcock. My husband just got stabbed! He was trying to sell a PS5 and this guy stabbed him'
'Is he breathing?'
'I can't see he's too far away! I'm in the car!'
'Is the person who stabbed him still there?'
'Yeah!'
'What does he look like.'
'Hes Black and tall. He just grabbed the PS5 and ran out of the park'
'Ok im sending Police and EMS'
*SD Radio*
"I need Sheriffs units and a supervisor to respond to North 12th and Babcock for a stabbing Perp is a tall black male armed with a knife, Holding a PS5 running out of the park."
*EMS radio*
"Next due medic unit respond to North 12th and babcock for the stab. Unknown if pt is still breathing"
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2020 Emergency Response Team Christmas Party
Started by Alpha ·
The annual ERT Christmas banquet is here! This banquet is limited to uniformed members of the ERT, SCFD, and SCSD. Members are permitted to bring a plus one of their choice. The banquet is held in a downtown Fort Shannon hotel. Rooms are available at a discounted rate for banquet attendees. The hotel has an open bar for the event. During the banquet, end of year awards will be handed out. Following the banquet, there is a live band and a dance floor. Attire is Class A or black tie civilian wear.
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Jaydon's Phone
Started by J. Scott ·
Google Pixel 4a
Voicemail message: "Hey it's Jaydon. You know what to do...*beeeeeep*"
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Intensive Care Unit - Intensive Care Unit
ICU Floor Layout - To be created
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2020 Camping Trip
Started by Blackburn ·
((It's that time of the year again. Time for the annual camping trip. In character wise this trip last 3 days, unspecified, in summer but out of character it lasts the entire summer. Meaning this thread gets locked on September 1st. This trip we'll be camping off of Murphy's Lake in Ponderosa Pine's State Park. It's roughly a ten minute walk from the parking lot to the camping site that is roughly the size of 1 acre. All members of ERT are invited regardless of what department they are in. Yes, this also includes the dispatchers and the commissioner. We'll start off in the morning at around 8am. It's sunny with no clouds and warm.))
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Parking Lot
Started by Z. Russo ·
A parking lot for department and personal vehicles. There is an area for fuel, changing tires, and washing cars
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Uniformed Division Platoon Room
Started by Burke ·
Located on the main floor, on the opposite side of the building from the detectives work room, the Uniform Division Platoon room provides general work stations for use for on duty personnel. On the perimeter of the platoon room is offices for each bureau commander, and a shared office space for sergeants in the division.
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Emotionally Disturbed Person
Started by C. Aylward ·
'911 Wheres your emergency?'
'Jerry's Restaurant on south 7th'
'Whats the emergency?'
'There is a man here jumping, screaming, pacing. he's scaring my customers away. He's saying his name is blood owl and theres a bomb inside him.'
'Ok any weapons or Injuries?'
'No he's just crazy'
'Ok I'm sending help'
*I enter the call information and key the SD radio up*
"I need 2 Sheriff's units for an EDP South 7th and broad at Jerry's restaurant states hes armed sending ems as well"
*Switching broadcast channels to EMS*
"Next due EMS unit respond to South 7th and Broad for the EDP in the restaurant. SD enroute"
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