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storytellers((More rambling than actual RP, for this one! >_> I'm still having trouble thinking of how to turn prompts into actual threads or games. X3 Maybe this is more of a showcase for potential plot-stuff or writing abilities? In any case, I was thinking 'big debut' and decided to write a blurb alluding up to the big breakout instead of the even itself.))
When she entered the courtroom, she couldn't help but feel the glares bombard her from everybody in the room. Jolene ducked her head towards her chest, but even then the vibrant orange of her jumpsuit stung at her vision. She closed her eyes.
The large hand at her scrawny elbow tugged at her, and the woman stumbled forward. Even with her eyes closed and her head ducked down, she was unable to escape the overbearing knowledge that this time, she was in it deep. The weight of shackles on her wrists and ankles, digging uncomfortably into her bony skin, kept her in the here and now, and soon Jolene found herself at the front of the courtroom, facing the monolith of the judge's platform.
She glanced over to the witness box and cringed away at the glares leveled on her from that direction. Scowling monstrously at the drab tiles of the floor, herself, it took her mind a minute to process anything but the hatred omnipresent in the room.
Wait a second.
Jolene did a double-take at the witness box and then quickly looked at her booted toes again, though her scowl had dissolved, replaced by confusion and even a spark of hope. A familiar face... and even a cheeky wink. How had he...?
She sat when everyone else in the room sat, the procession of the judge and everything else fading in her mind. Whatever happened, she felt light now. The shackles around ankles and wrists were cotton batting; the hatred in the room seemed far off, as though it was happening to someone else.
She knew she hadn't done it. He knew it, too. The fact that she had saved his bacon countless times and he'd always joked about wondering who would save hers when she was in trouble came flooding back to her, and Jolene had to work hard to suppress a smile. Her eyes burned but she refused to tear up. She was tough. She wasn't a criminal, but she was tough.
When she entered the courtroom, she couldn't help but feel the glares bombard her from everybody in the room. Jolene ducked her head towards her chest, but even then the vibrant orange of her jumpsuit stung at her vision. She closed her eyes.
The large hand at her scrawny elbow tugged at her, and the woman stumbled forward. Even with her eyes closed and her head ducked down, she was unable to escape the overbearing knowledge that this time, she was in it deep. The weight of shackles on her wrists and ankles, digging uncomfortably into her bony skin, kept her in the here and now, and soon Jolene found herself at the front of the courtroom, facing the monolith of the judge's platform.
She glanced over to the witness box and cringed away at the glares leveled on her from that direction. Scowling monstrously at the drab tiles of the floor, herself, it took her mind a minute to process anything but the hatred omnipresent in the room.
Wait a second.
Jolene did a double-take at the witness box and then quickly looked at her booted toes again, though her scowl had dissolved, replaced by confusion and even a spark of hope. A familiar face... and even a cheeky wink. How had he...?
She sat when everyone else in the room sat, the procession of the judge and everything else fading in her mind. Whatever happened, she felt light now. The shackles around ankles and wrists were cotton batting; the hatred in the room seemed far off, as though it was happening to someone else.
She knew she hadn't done it. He knew it, too. The fact that she had saved his bacon countless times and he'd always joked about wondering who would save hers when she was in trouble came flooding back to her, and Jolene had to work hard to suppress a smile. Her eyes burned but she refused to tear up. She was tough. She wasn't a criminal, but she was tough.
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Date: 2009-10-21 03:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-21 10:16 pm (UTC)Maybe I will write some when there is more time. XD Ugh, school nibbling my brains... it doesn't leave me with a lot of extra creativity!
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Date: 2009-10-25 05:36 am (UTC)It turned into a 'kill the bad guys and bust out of the school compound before the end zone or die' sort of scenario and it was... well, really cheesy, but it was also the most fun that I've had in RP for a while. The mod went on to make a sequel and events had flipped forward... Jolene was never actually convicted of anything, but I imagine that she would probably have gone in with all of the other characters for the vast amount of harming and damaging property that they wound up doing over the course of the previous game. X3