"This is Cutch. If it's important, leave me a message. I'll try to get back to you."

[Cutch is always open for RPing. If you'd like to reach him or his mun, just leave him (or me) a comment here!]

Places You've Worked... (from most to least recent)

-New York City Police Department.

-Boston Police Department. I guess these two are kinda self explanatory.

-Accell Construction and Roofing. Started working there the summer after I started at RIC. Kind of switched of between working there are Arnone Brothers. Wherever the work was.

-Arnone Brothers Landscaping in Providence. Worked there startin’ the summer after sophomore year of high school.  Basically I just moved dirt around for a few years before I did any “skilled” labor, but hey it didn’t pay too bad.

-Andrea’s Restaurant on Thayer Street in Providence. Worked as a busboy there until I was old enough to get a real job landscaping and doing construction.

-Brown University Dining Services. They used to take kids from my school in like 9^th and 10^th grade, and give us jobs working at the main dining hall, the Ratty. It sucked wicked bad and I only did it for like a week or two.

-Army Navy Surplus Store on Thayer in Providence. In middle school I put stocked the shelves and moved boxes for Rick they guy who ran it. Never really asked what was in them, but it was light enough for a 13 year old to carry.

-Random odd  jobs as a kid growing up in the south end. Did a lotta random stuff for my friend Vinny's uncle, which was just as sketchy as it sounds.

LAYER ONE: On the Outside
Name: Taylor McCutcheon
Birth date: 5-11-1983
Birthplace: Providence, RI
Current Location: New York City
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Blond
Height: 5' 9"
Righty or Lefty: Lefty
Zodiac Sign: Taurus

Whether it's a case, a court room, a morgue, in the lab, etc... Whether it's because you aren't allowed to or can't or shouldn't, whether you're training someone else or even watching it on television, how does it feel to watch someone else do your job?

I'll admit it, sometimes I flip through crime dramas on TV. I don't like to, but it's kinda hard not to ya know. They make my job look so damned interesting.

Everyone imagines the life of a cop to be wicked intense and exciting. Especially in the NYPD. We run around town, chasing perps, getting into shootouts, blah blah blah. Right? No. That couldn't be further from the truth. At least for me.

( Example? I spent yesterday on patrol. Took a couple drunks who thought flashing the neighborhood was patriotic... )

A list of things I try to ignore…

-My partner. That includes just about everything he says or does.

 -Tonya, this girl who’s been working at the Dunkin’ near my mom’s on Eddy Street in Providence since high school. She still works there and doesn’t shut up whenever I go in.

 -My neighbors upstairs who have like four kids who scream all the time.

 -The old lady downstairs, who is kind of deaf so she blares her TV wicked loud. It wouldn’t be so bad if she wouldn’t keep falling asleep to it and leaving it on all night (yeah my building sucks and the walls are like paper… though the ProJo may be more soundproof).

 -When my shoulder pops out and bugs me wicked bad. It's from when I dislocated it, back when I played soccer at RIC.

-When Mary Beth starts talking about what a good idea meeting my dad might be.

 -That smell in the 1-3… Puts the C-6 in Boston to shame.

 

A list of warnings…

 -Never wear a Sox hat in the city. Especially on the 1 train. Especially right after a Yankees game ends.

 -If you give a girl your number, and go home with her, she’ll call you. If you don’t want this, watch out.

 -Never try to drink an entire case of 16 oz. ‘Gansetts in a night. The 20 bucks and your pride aren’t worth it.

-Don't listen to Vinny Russo. You'll probably end up in jail.

 -Don’t wear orange in Southie. Especially on St. Paddy’s. Got stuck breaking up those fights ass kickings my first year on patrol. Not pretty.

-Never trust a junkie. Even if it's your own mother.

A/N- This ficlet is kind of at the request of polkadotsnplaid and completed with the help of mtwendyr. Thanks!

Cutch shifted gears as he sped along 95. He had just gotten out of traffic in Bridgeport. He still had a solid two hours of driving to Providence ahead of him.

 

“Joy,” he groaned, moving his hand off the stick shift and picking up his iPod. He flipped through a few songs before settling on ‘Communication Breakdown’ by Led Zeppelin. He haphazardly tossed it onto the center console, which was cluttered with empty cigarette packs and other trash.

 

Officer Taylor McCutcheon
Original Character
Law & Order
560 Words

Application for theatrical_muse

Almost everyone I know drinks.

My buddies up in Providence, Vinny and Tony and Mikey and all of them drink. It started when I met 'em, working on Thayer in high school. Their idea of a weekend out was going downtown, getting wicked hammered then trying to pick up girls. Almost ten years later, nothin’ has changed.


Officer Taylor McCutcheon
Original Character
Law & Order
472 Words

A/N This is written fairly simply, because although it's written in 3rd person, it's told through the perspective of Cutch when he was 11.

March 1994. Rhode Island.

Taylor sat in the backseat of Mary Beth’s beat up old car. He wasn’t sure how old it was, but he was pretty sure it was older than him because he’d seen his grandparents driving it as long as he could remember. The seats beside him were covered with books and yarn from Mary Beth’s knitting. Like normal, she was listening to NPR, a boring radio station where boring old people talked about boring stuff all day. It would have been like any other day, except they weren’t driving to the old bookstore in Pawtucket or the Farmers Market in South Kingston. They were driving to the hospital in North Kingston. Mary Beth called it a detox facility. Whatever it was, it was where his mom had been the last few months since getting out of jail in Cranston.

 

He’d been anxious all day. He couldn’t sleep the night before and couldn’t eat his cereal at breakfast. When Mary Beth told him his mom would be coming home, he was angry at first. Things had gotten to be so good without her around. But the more he thought about it, the more he missed her and wanted to see her again.

 

Officer Taylor McCutcheon
Original Character
Law & Order
1,047 Words

Q&A
Copy/paste this into a comment and answer please.

1 ) Are you currently in a serious relationship?
A.

2) What was your dream growing up?
A.

 

Apologies (Old ones and new ones)

-Heather, the girl I took home from the bar a few weeks ago, for not returning her calls. Though in my defense, she was tunnel trash.

-Vinny, for that time in high school he got arrested because I was guarding the door and couldn’t get his attention in time. The least I could have done was stick around instead of running.

-The homeless guys I had to write summons to because my partner made me. If it were up to me, I would have just let you guys be.

-My captain for not being very productive. Sorry it’s no consolation about how wicked awesome my rubber band ball is. I should probably work more.

-My second grade class for accidentally over feeding the hamster and killing it. Some of the girls gave me the silent treatment for the rest of the year.

-Chantel, a girl I dated in high school, for dumping her right before prom. Apparently I wasn’t supposed to do that.

-Eddie Campos, for breaking his arm in three places in 7^th grade. I thought he was giving me crap, saying his brother saw my mom working as a dancer at the Satin Doll. Turns out, my mom was.

-The bartender the other night for getting drunk and knocking my beer all over everything.

-The old lady who lives downstairs, when I accidentally knocked my coffee table over at 2 am… and the subsequent noises that came (it was the night I took Heather home)

-Mary Beth, my grandma, for not being able to go home for the holidays. Sorry you had to spend them alone.

-My mom. For all the times she dated guys who used her as a punching bag and for not doing enough to help her keep clean.

Fall of 1999. Providence, Rhode Island.

 

The two teenagers stood on the corner of Thayer Street at the bus stop, kicking rocks down into the abyss of the bus tunnel. The occasional passerby glanced over suspiciously, but most people were too busy hurrying into the nearby Starbucks or further down the street to the Brown buildings to take notice. The sun was setting and the temperatures were dropping even lower.

“I’m wicked bored,” Vinny announced, his breath clouding in the damp, grey Rhode Island air.

 

“What do you want to do?” Cutch asked, burrowing his fists into the pocket of his tattered hoodie.

 

Officer Taylor McCutcheon
Original Character
Law & Order
1,092 Words

[Private]

Blood is thicker than water, and twice as hard to get out in the wash... I remember Mary Beth always telling me that as a kid. It confused the hell outta me then just like it confuses me now.

It was mostly when I'd hide out at her place after my mom would be on her weekly bender, drugs, booze, both, didn't really matter. No matter what she was on ma would always get wicked angry at me and starting going on about my dad. The dad that left the state before I was born, the dad I never saw, the dad that wouldn't come back for his own father's funeral because he couldn't show his face in front of me. Oh yeah, and the dad that was Mary Beth's son. The dad that she never said anything to me about, good or bad. Looking back, I think it was the only way she could remain loyal to him and me.

I see it on the job too, people getting arrested and going to jail for family when they don't have to. When I started almost three years ago in Southie I arrested this guy who took the slack for a murder that the detectives later found out his brother did.

Maybe it's because I don't have much of a family to be so loyal to. I love my mom, but would put her away if it were for her own good. No siblings, no cousins. There's Mary Beth and that's it.

So for now, the blood talk is just crazy. Maybe someday I'll finally understand. Maybe.