its your first day at the 99. you exit the lift, carrying folders & files. as soon as you step out the doors, you nearly trip over a piece of string right in front of you, hearing a click before being instantly doused with what seemed to be a gallon of glue.

through the sticky substance you could make out a brunette guy pop out from nowhere with a bucket of feathers, him yelling maniacally while dumping it onto you, eliciting a yell from you and causing you to throw a string of insults at him.

he takes a second, bewildered before letting out a slurry of curses in embarassment. "oh my god. im so sorry, i thought you were boyle. i told him to come here earlier!" he stomped his foot down and picked a feather out from beside your eye.

"come on, there's a hose on the roof." he says, calling for the elevator. it opened to a chubby, shorter man inside. "hey, jake." he greets the brunette nicely.

"damn it, boyle! bad timing, bad!" the curly-headed detective yelled at boyle, pushing him out of the elevator as you followed him in.