Title: Turnabout Chances
Author: me (n0wm3)
Rating: ?
Genre: ... Mystery?
Status: not completed
Pairing: none
POV: Lynne Ashe (OC), the defense attorney


......... I still can't think of a good title.
Besides, it sucks.

... just read it if you would.
OH anyway, sorry if my English is bad.

It's a fanfic of my fan character, Lynne Ashe :)


Chapter 1: The first client

Date:???, Time: ???
Unknown road

“Hhh.. Hhh...”
There are gasps in the middle of the sounds of rain drops.

“I can’t believe I’m running away…”

It was a rainy night. A man looked like he was running away from something, but he didn’t look like he was being chased. The puddle splashed as his footsteps began to land.

He looked around himself in a dazed way, and stopped running.

The man stomped. There was something stuck on his shoe that made him felt a little weird when running. He picked up the ‘thing’ on his shoe. It was a card. Business card.

“’Ashe & Co.Law Office’? What’s this, a lawyer?” Said the man with one of his eyebrows raising.

“Useless.”

As soon as he finished, with his wet hand he crumpled the business card and threw it away. But only a few seconds after that, he picked it up again.

“Wait…. Lynne….. Ashe..?”
The name ‘Lynne Ashe’ rung a bell of his.

“This is it… This is probably my only hope..”

June 26, 8:04 AM
Lynne Ashe Law Office
“*sigh* Another day without a client.”
I searched for the key to my office and unlocked the door. I came a little bit late that day. Does that even matter?

Oh right, you may not know who I am. Who even knows me?? Um, anyway, my name is Lynne Ashe. I’m a defense attorney. I haven’t gotten any client since I left Mr. Grossberg’s Law Office. I was an attorney-in-training there.

I came inside my office of law. I sit on the cair, turned on the TV, poured a glass of water and relaxed.

*BEEEEEEEEEEEB*

"WHOAH MY GOD CLIENT!!"
The bell gave me a heart attack. I jumped out and fell off the chair.

“W...What?? Was that my office bell ringing??”
Of course I was surprised. It’s been a long time—maybe 2 months since I rented this office and no one came here. Not counting pizza boy or salesmen.

And there comes a strange guy, probably asking to defend himself. At least it's a client!!
He looks a bit creepy. He wears a dark red hat, a bit off center. His eyes look gloomy & they’re glaring at me. His clothes are pretty wet. I’m willing to bet it’s because of the last night’s rain. I wonder what his profession is?

He comes in my office.

"You're a lawyer right?" He said.

Okay, this is it, Ashe. You better give him a good service!!

Last edited by n0wM3 on Fri Aug 17, 2007 3:51 pm, edited 3 times in total.

Nice stuff. VEry good.

But I'm not so sure if someone would say ZOMG in real life.

Slap any sort of crappy title on it *glances over to own fanfic*

lol thanks. yeah you're right. XD I don't even know what Z (from ZOMG) stands for.

title.. title.. nah, maybe later.

[edit]

*sees your profile*

WHOAH YOU'RE A GUY?

*clicks username*

WHOAH YOU'RE ELEVEN?????
dude, you're like, one year younger than me 8D

The Z is ZOMG doesn't mean anything.

I am a guy and I am eleven... HAng on your female?

New thing are learnt every day.

hahah, I've continued mah first fanfic!!
And because I can't handle the uh.. 'pressure' on making fanfics 'narratively', I guess I'll continue in scenario. Uhm.. I hope you understand what I mean.

Chapter 2: Details!

Lynne: Good morning Mr….? Please come in.
Rulthe: Rulthe. Jester Rulthe. [He comes in]
Lynne: (Ruthless jester??)Oookay… Please sit down.
Rulthe: I’m already sitting here.
Lynne: Oh, sorry.. I’m the defense attorney, Lynne Ashe. So what’s your problem? (*gulp* I’m a little nervous…)
Rulthe: I’m accused of murder.
Lynne: Murder case, huh? (Great, my first case is a murder case.)
Rulthe: Yeah…
Lynne: Can you tell me the details?
Rulthe: … Check this out. [Throws a big envelope at Lynne]
Lynne: W.. whoa!! (Watch it, mister. I’m not good at catching things!!)
Wait… is this…?
Rulthe: It’s the autopsy report.
Lynne: How did you…?
Rulthe: Just read it, and I will explain everything as soon as you finish it.
Lynne: … Fine.
Autopsy Report

Victim name:
Jasmine Fye (24, investigator)
Time of death:
Between 8:00PM-8:15PM (June 25)
Cause:
Drowned in the fountain of Exposé Café. A bullet hole was found on her stomach.

Lynne: Okay I dig it. Now tell me what happened.
Rulthe: Yeah well, so I was in this café called Exposé Café… I was just sittin’ in the bar..
Lynne: There’s a bar in that café?
Rulthe: Yeah, they even got a comedian there. Ain’t a normal café, that one.
Lynne: (Comedian…? Why not a band or something?)
Rulthe: The comedian was pretty lame but I still laughed though. When I was LOL'ing, the victim, Jasmine Fye, came to me. She looked like she’s in a rush.
Lynne: I’m listening. (Did he just say… “LOL’ing”????)
Rulthe: She broke me up, gave me her scarf and ran away. I didn’t get the chance to say anything.
Lynne: Hmm.. I see… [nods her head, and then realized something wrong] Wait--- what??
Rulthe: I didn’t get the chance to say anything.
Lynne: No, before that!! The victim’s name… What was the victim’s name??
Rulthe: Jasmine Fye, duh!
Lynne: WHAT??
Rulthe: Jasmine Fye!
Lynne: WHAT??
Rulthe: ………………I’m not answering that.
Lynne: Are you sure that’s the victim??
Rulthe: [stares at Lynne creepily without any expression] [points at the autopsy report]
Lynne: Oh right.. Autopsy report.. Sorry. [Reads the autopsy report again]
Rulthe: Did you even read the autopsy report earlier?
Lynne: … No…….
Rulthe: I’ll take that as a “no”…?
Lynne: … Jasmine Fye was.. my friend…
Rulthe: Wow, so my girl’s your friend? Kewl!! I mean… scary coincidence.
Lynne: .. she broke you up?
Rulthe: I hate to admit it but.. yeah, that’s what happened.
Lynne: Right. Uhm, by the way, where were we..? (There's no time to be sad.. I gotta solve this case..)
Rulthe: [sings quietly] By the way I try to say I’d be there… Waiting for..
Lynne: [sings too] Standing in line to see the… Hey!!! Enough Red Hot Chili Peppers reference!!
Rulthe: Errr, okay. After she gave me her scarf, and then she walked away. Though she looked like she was being chased or something.
Lynne: Did she go to the back of the café?
Rulthe: That’s what I think I saw too, yeah.
Lynne: Hmmm… So why did they arrest you?
Rulthe: Wait, I’m not finished.
Lynne: Oookay then, continue on.
Rulthe: After that, I heard a girl screaming. It was the waitress; she found Jasmine’s dead body. She called the police and then they came and after a short while, gathering informations and so forth, they arrested me.
Lynne: .. Why?
Rulthe: I think they said... They got 'witches' or something.
Lynne: ................... 'Witches'?
Rulthe: Witches... Wisses.. Wits.... urgghh...
Lynne: ...Witness?
Rulthe: AH HAH!!!!!
Lynne: [jumps] YOU JUST GAVE ME A HEART ATTACK.
Rulthe: Uh. Sorry.
Lynne: So they got a witness. That's it?
Rulthe: Mmmm if I’m right, I think I heard they said they found Jasmine’s scarf there with my buttpri---
Lynne: Fingerprints. FINGER, not BUTT.
So.. Let me summarize the situation.
Rulthe: Go ahead.
Lynne: Your girlfriend—who appears to be my friend, came to the café, gave you her scarf, and then ran to the back of the café. And then a waitress found her body and called the police. The scarf she gave you appeared in the murder scene, and it has your fingerprints. That’s why the police arrested you.
Rulthe: [nods]
Lynne: But… I got a question… the autopsy says there’s a bullet hole on her stomach.. Did you, by any chance, hear a gunshot or that sort?
Rulthe: No clue.
Lynne: … What do you mean?
Rulthe: I said I have no clue.
Lynne: You sure?
Rulthe: Wait... I think I did hear something..
Lynne: (Oh?)
Rulthe: Fireworks...
Lynne: S'cuse me?
Rulthe: There were fireworks. They make 'BANG!' noise too, y'know.
Lynne: Oh really..? (So I guess there’s a possibility that the gun was shot along with the fireworks launching..)
Rulthe: But we can’t see them from the café… It was launched at about 7:45PM.
Lynne: I see… W---WAIT!!
You're the accused--then how come you're here???
Rulthe: You just noticed that I'm supposed to be in jail?
Lynne: Eh heh heh heh....
Rulthe: You see, when I was in the detention center, I think someone opened the cells. I don't know who, but that's how I escaped.
Lynne: Aren't there supposed to be any guards there?
Rulthe: This 'someone' knocked 'em out.. I guess.
Lynne: Right.
---A FEW MINUTES OF SILENT--
Lynne: .. I think we’ve talked enough.
Rulthe: Yeah.
Lynne: Now.. Let’s investigate!
Rulthe: Allri----what!?
Lynne: Uhh…
Rulthe: You want to investigate a crime scene?
You’re a lawyer. You don’t have to.
Lynne: Mr. Rulthe. [Her eyes suddenly become sharp and looks serious]
Rulthe: What is it?
Lynne: Are you innocent?
Rulthe: Yeah.
Lynne: Are you absolutely sure you’re innocent?
Rulthe: I am, and I'm not lying.
Lynne: Then let’s check the crime scene. If you would, anyway.
Rulthe: … Why?
Lynne: Believe me, that’s the only way we can find the truth.
Rulthe: Y’know what, lawyer?
Lynne: Hm?
Rulthe: You’re an interesting person, I see.
And I think I’ll tag along with ya, Ms. Lawyer-Who-Works-Like-Detective.
Lynne: Uhh.. Thanks.
But can you just call me Ms. Ashe or something? It’s kinda annoying.. [her eyebrows begin to frown]
Rulthe: Gee, sorry. Can’t change my habit…

*scalps*

Whoops. ^_^'

*claps*

Very good. And you chose a name!

double yay.

(Why is everyone surpised I'm male?)

umm well.

As for me, it's because your username's Sirius Fey. Fey. Fey... Fey...
An image of a girl just popped out in my head. XD

I knew there was reason against this username.

*PMs Croik*

ohohoh, your username sounds more *cough* manly now.