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undergrounds2015-12-14 08:19 pm
youronlylaw) wrote in undergrounds2015-12-14 08:19 pm
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James and the Terrible, No Good, Rotten Day (OPEN)
A) Pre-trial
This trial could - in fact - go die in a fire as far as James was concerned. A month ago he was slightly excited to be defending a vampire in human court -something he would have never pictured himself doing. Now? He really hoped this asshole would just get staked in his cell and save James the trouble of doing this. He was going to lose, obviously. This was just about negotiating how long it'd be till he got out again. And the vampire had money to spare. And influence thanks to his age.
The fact that he was a serial killer was practically a footnote. He'd be out in a year or even less if he coughed up enough bail.
He had been cooped up in his own home trying to prep for this. The client, Stephan Alkaev, kept changing his mind on exactly what his demands were - James suspected it was just to see how far he could push him. While James didn't mind defending a vampire, his client wasn't exactly thrilled that a werewolf was defending him. He did anything in his power to irritated James.
God, just thinking about Alkaev's stupid smug face was enough to make him push away the noodles he was working on. James had found a Chinese place that was open 24/7 and, in a desperate bid for a change of pace the night before the trial date, he took the folder of material he wanted to review and ordered as much as he could fit onto the small table he had been seated at.
B) Day of Trial
There were a lot of cameras and press around. It wasn't anything new. This was a high profile event. He killed a lot of people's daughters. Of course there would be outrage. The crowd was practically frothing behind the barricades though and James tried to keep himself from making eye contact with anyone, just to avoid egging someone on accidentally.
His client couldn't get enough of it though. He walked to the steps of the courthouse with his head held high. James hoped he could shut him up in time if he decided he was going to talk about the supernatural community on national television, or make a case for the insanity plea. Anything. He had only mentioned telling the world once. Just once and never again but that didn't keep him from worrying about it.
He hadn't said a single word to the man today aside from the perfunctory 'Good morning, Mr. Alkaev' lest he tell him to go fuck himself. He kept up the pace with him as he went up the steps when suddenly there was a loud pop of noise like someone let a firecracker go off nearby and then
Blood was everywhere. He could smell it. On him, all over Alkaev and - there was a hole in the left side of his face the size of a golf ball. People were screaming and ducking and James was frozen and lucky he wasn't wearing any Moonlight jewelry today or he might have popped some claws and fangs out of fear.
C) In Shock
Shot through the head. Sniper perched on the parking garage across the courtyard. Cameras had been disabled. Only evidence is the weapon in question. An old fashioned gun. Something that should be impossible by human eyes.
That's what the police were saying. James didn't mean to listen but he couldn't keep himself from hearing. Not right now, sitting on the edge of an ambulance with a shock blanket wrapped around his shoulders like a child.
He still had blood spattered all over his face and suit. He hadn't even noticed. The only thought going through his mind was that this was a hit. Someone had Alkaev killed.
And it had been a message.
D) At Scotland Yard - for Lord Coward
Sitting in a spartan room being interrogated by the police after his client's gruesome death was not what James wanted to be doing this evening. And yet, here he was, wearing some bizarre scrubs in lieu of his bloodied clothing staring at a cup of lukewarm shit tea waiting for the next officer to come inside and either tell him he's being further detained or if he can go home.
Really, it's not ideal. He was tempted to ask for an attorney to do the talking for him - he hadn't said much beyond he had no idea what happened. A lot of people wanted Alkaev dead. Personally he wasn't going to miss the man too much, and it was probably a mistake to say as much to the police.
He thought being in shock was a good excuse for his filter disappearing.
E) Home
After finally being released by Coward, James took his clothes in a plastic bag and got a cab home. Rather an uneventful day's end for the insanity it began with. He wants to eat something disgusting, take a hot shower and crawl in bed for a few days to just sleep but he knows he's going to have to call into the office in the morning before work actually starts, tell the front desk he isn't going to be coming in today for obvious reasons and go to the police station to issue a real statement.
At least the full moon isn't coming for another ten days, but ten days is enough to start feeling the pressure of looking human again.
James comes home to a dark and cold loft. It's extremely unappealing and he looks at his phone with a bit of longing before thinking better. He wouldn't be any fun right now if he called Skip and she'd more than likely leave after ten minutes which would make him feel more like crap than he did already.
What a mess.
This trial could - in fact - go die in a fire as far as James was concerned. A month ago he was slightly excited to be defending a vampire in human court -something he would have never pictured himself doing. Now? He really hoped this asshole would just get staked in his cell and save James the trouble of doing this. He was going to lose, obviously. This was just about negotiating how long it'd be till he got out again. And the vampire had money to spare. And influence thanks to his age.
The fact that he was a serial killer was practically a footnote. He'd be out in a year or even less if he coughed up enough bail.
He had been cooped up in his own home trying to prep for this. The client, Stephan Alkaev, kept changing his mind on exactly what his demands were - James suspected it was just to see how far he could push him. While James didn't mind defending a vampire, his client wasn't exactly thrilled that a werewolf was defending him. He did anything in his power to irritated James.
God, just thinking about Alkaev's stupid smug face was enough to make him push away the noodles he was working on. James had found a Chinese place that was open 24/7 and, in a desperate bid for a change of pace the night before the trial date, he took the folder of material he wanted to review and ordered as much as he could fit onto the small table he had been seated at.
B) Day of Trial
There were a lot of cameras and press around. It wasn't anything new. This was a high profile event. He killed a lot of people's daughters. Of course there would be outrage. The crowd was practically frothing behind the barricades though and James tried to keep himself from making eye contact with anyone, just to avoid egging someone on accidentally.
His client couldn't get enough of it though. He walked to the steps of the courthouse with his head held high. James hoped he could shut him up in time if he decided he was going to talk about the supernatural community on national television, or make a case for the insanity plea. Anything. He had only mentioned telling the world once. Just once and never again but that didn't keep him from worrying about it.
He hadn't said a single word to the man today aside from the perfunctory 'Good morning, Mr. Alkaev' lest he tell him to go fuck himself. He kept up the pace with him as he went up the steps when suddenly there was a loud pop of noise like someone let a firecracker go off nearby and then
Blood was everywhere. He could smell it. On him, all over Alkaev and - there was a hole in the left side of his face the size of a golf ball. People were screaming and ducking and James was frozen and lucky he wasn't wearing any Moonlight jewelry today or he might have popped some claws and fangs out of fear.
C) In Shock
Shot through the head. Sniper perched on the parking garage across the courtyard. Cameras had been disabled. Only evidence is the weapon in question. An old fashioned gun. Something that should be impossible by human eyes.
That's what the police were saying. James didn't mean to listen but he couldn't keep himself from hearing. Not right now, sitting on the edge of an ambulance with a shock blanket wrapped around his shoulders like a child.
He still had blood spattered all over his face and suit. He hadn't even noticed. The only thought going through his mind was that this was a hit. Someone had Alkaev killed.
And it had been a message.
D) At Scotland Yard - for Lord Coward
Sitting in a spartan room being interrogated by the police after his client's gruesome death was not what James wanted to be doing this evening. And yet, here he was, wearing some bizarre scrubs in lieu of his bloodied clothing staring at a cup of lukewarm shit tea waiting for the next officer to come inside and either tell him he's being further detained or if he can go home.
Really, it's not ideal. He was tempted to ask for an attorney to do the talking for him - he hadn't said much beyond he had no idea what happened. A lot of people wanted Alkaev dead. Personally he wasn't going to miss the man too much, and it was probably a mistake to say as much to the police.
He thought being in shock was a good excuse for his filter disappearing.
E) Home
After finally being released by Coward, James took his clothes in a plastic bag and got a cab home. Rather an uneventful day's end for the insanity it began with. He wants to eat something disgusting, take a hot shower and crawl in bed for a few days to just sleep but he knows he's going to have to call into the office in the morning before work actually starts, tell the front desk he isn't going to be coming in today for obvious reasons and go to the police station to issue a real statement.
At least the full moon isn't coming for another ten days, but ten days is enough to start feeling the pressure of looking human again.
James comes home to a dark and cold loft. It's extremely unappealing and he looks at his phone with a bit of longing before thinking better. He wouldn't be any fun right now if he called Skip and she'd more than likely leave after ten minutes which would make him feel more like crap than he did already.
What a mess.
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Which is to say, to make sure the Statue of Secrecy isn't broken now in the aftermath. That nobody panics and says something they shouldn't.
"Come on," he says more softly, "lets sit you down and get you a drink at least. What would you like?"
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It's dismissive, only a slight acknowledgement of his request. He's not in the mood to be all nice or anything right now, but habits are hard to break.
"Just tea. Thanks."
Tea is meant to sooth what ails you, right? His mom would always make some whenever there was a crisis of any kind.
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"Keep you warm," he supplies, and slips to sit beside James and sips his drink as he watches the chaos. "Feels silly but it will help."
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The tea may be watery, but he'll take whatever he can get at this point.
"You're being very nice for someone who wants to ask me a bunch of questions," he points out mildly.
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He spares James a sideways glance, offers a small smile and sips at his coffee.
"You're right, though. I will need to ask you a few questions. No rush about it, though. Things are as under control as they can be for now, and you've had a pretty bad shock."
It's an opening, if he wants to talk, but Lancelot can't exactly claim to be best friends with James. He doesn't know how the man handles things. If he prefers to shut it all out, to pretend it didn't happen, if he has someone else to talk to. It'd be silly to ask if he's okay, he's obviously not, but Lancelot isn't sure if his help would be appreciated.
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"No, no. Let's just bite the ...," he grimaces instead of finishing the sentence, looking considerably greener for a moment before drinking some tea and continuing. "Get it over with, shall we?"
He'd rather not waste anyone's time; even if he was pushing everyone away. The sooner he got through this, the sooner it would be behind him.