Joined: Thu Nov 27, 2008 8:33 pm
((TBH, I don't really know if I can smoothly tie the last storyline in with this one. . . I guess we'll just see how things play out.))
"I hereby declare the defendant, Mr. Lawrence Nightingale, Guilty!" *SLAM*
Franziska von Karma grinned and leaned back in her chair. She knew this would be the outcome from the start. Perfectly prepared witnesses, perfectly solid evidence, a defense attorney who didn't know what day of the week it was, what could have gone wrong? Nothing
, that's what; especially not with Child Prodigy, Franziska von Karma, acting as prosecution. The trial had not lasted even 45 minutes, and ultimatly, Franziska decided this case wasn't worth even that amount of her time. Foolishly foolish fool of a judge. . . if he wasn't so foolishly oblivious, I could have had this mockery of a trial done in 3 minutes!
(This was something that Franziska often told herself, yet never actually accomplished.)
With adrenaline still fresh in her system, Franziska hastily gathered her things and reorganized her attaché case. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Mr. Nightingale arguing with ex-defense attorney. The counsel clearly wasn't prepared for the trial, and didn't even seem to follow that day's proceedings. It was an easy win for her, really. She almost found herself feeling sorry for the attorney. . . almost. He wasn't worth her time, either. What mattered, in the end, was that Franziska got her "Guilty" verdict, and yet another criminal was due to pay his price to society. If nothing else, what eight years as a prosecutor had taught her was to disregard the foolish, and focus on helping the judge see how absolutely guilty every defendant really was. This trial was no different.
Making her way out of the court room, Franziska saw a few of her coworkers take a quick glance, then quickly look away. She realized that the cadence of her heels on the tile floor was something so familiar that almost anyone knew who was coming before she turned the corner. Franziska had grown to be quite important at the Prosecutors Office, and now enjoyed the title of "High Prosecutor" along side her little brother, Miles Edgeworth. Of course, in comparison, she was superior and more feared. It had been her goal to achieve that title before him, however the seven year gap between them had made achieving that goal rather difficult. When she received her title last year, Franziska became the youngest person, and the only female, to ever become the "High Prosecutor". Merely another day in the life of Franziska von Karma.
A few minutes later, Franziska found herself at the Prosecutors' Office. Her itinerary for the rest of the day was clear, so all that was left for Franziska to do was to drop off her papers and ensure that the detectives working on her next case were doing so efficiently. Passing by the front entrance, Franziska noticed Sheila Axiom resting on one of the couches. It being almost impossible not to sense the despair emanating from said couch, Franziska decided to approach. Her and Sheila weren't on bad terms, and Sheila was one of the few people that Franziska was comfortable bouncing ideas off of. It would be rude for her not to see what was the matter.
"Ms. Sheila Axiom, you appear distressed." Franziska strode up to the couch, and positioned herself at a comfortable distance from her coworker. "What seems to be troubling you?"
not my best RPing. . . it's been easily five months since I've even attempted to participate in any type of role play. Hopefully, my posts will get better. D:))
((Lol, what was that. . . three paragraphs of useless character intro? I promise my other posts won't be as drawn out.))
"So when you run out of paint, you Americans use gravy as a substitute. I see."
- "Welcome back to reality! We've been waiting for you."