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 Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2015 8:24 pm
  ~~~What a nightmare.
Cecil sat alone in a waiting cell of his own, gazing numbly at the handcuffs chaining his small wrists together. He didn't want to look up. All he'd see would be people gossiping while looking at him in a new light. Earlier today he had been the Chief of Police, proud and hardworking. Now? He was wearing orange and waiting for the trial over whether he was the most notorious assassin in the world or not. He wanted to laugh at the idea of being the Nightingale, to at least be angry at this ridiculous accusation. However, all he felt was despair. His life had always been plagued with crime. He was born from it, he grew up trying to stop it, and now he'd die because of it."YOU'RE UNDER ARREST!"
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2015 8:36 pm
 Sawyer Loupohl ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦A heavy door opened and shut loudly, and footsteps could be heard against the concrete. A pair of expensive shoes stopped in front of Cecil's cell, and the man who owned them barked out a command. " Let me in!" he said to the officer manning the cells, who hurriedly rushed over and tried to explain that he couldn't. After reminding the officer that he was Cecil's legal representation, Sawyer was finally allowed in. He walked a little closer to the short blonde, then set down his briefcase and knelt in front of the prisoner. " Hey," he started softly, voice gentle as though he were talking to Parker. " Hey, look. Don't you worry, okay? I'm gathering up the best team I can, flying all my best from New York, and we're going to get you free, okay?" He set a hand on Cecil's head as he stood, letting it fall to his side. " I know you didn't do this, Cecil, but I need you to tell me who would accuse you of this." ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2015 8:43 pm
Cecil lifted his head when he heard the footsteps and gasped when he saw Sawyer there. He watched the officer nervously open the cell, then the lawyer move to him to assure him. It definitely helped calm his rattled nerves, but it did little against the sense of dread clogging the cell.
When asked about who would accuse him, Cecil could only offer a shrug. "I don't know." he said. "A lot of the officers here have been against me from day one because they think I bribed my way to this position, but I don't think they'd hate me enough to claim I'm the Nightingale.""YOU'RE UNDER ARREST!"
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2015 9:01 pm
Sawyer Loupohl ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦" Then I'll ask around." He looked around the cell, then reached into his pocket to pull out a small piece of paper. " I'll take care of everything, Cecil. Don't you worry. I'm even going to care for your birds." He held out the paper. " Here, this is my number. I want you to call it if you need me, no matter what, I'll come to you. I instructed the officers watching you to let you use the phone at least once every hour." Sawyer looked back to the man with the keys, knowing that he didn't have long. He had to get back to his office to build up the case. ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2015 9:43 pm
Cecil listened to Sawyer talk and continue reassuring him, feeling a small smile climb his face. It was almost like his mom were here.
He stared at the card in his hands, committing the number to memory, then looked up and smiled. "Thank you." he said softly.Cameron waited at precinct's side of the hallway connected to the cells, waiting for Sawyer to leave. It was when he saw the man that he approached him. " Hey, Freddy's got something important he has to do today, so I'll be sending you what info I've got over the Nightingale." He quickly grabbed Sawyer's shoulder. " You know just how bad this is, right? This is the Nightingale we're talking about. I can guarantee you that the courthouse will be littered with assassins aching to take down the top dog. If you lose this case, Cecil's going to be gone before the judge can even swing his gavel." "YOU'RE UNDER ARREST!"
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2015 9:59 pm
Sawyer Loupohl ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦" You know, Cameron, I really don't need you to remind me of what's at stake here." Sawyer shrugged the man's hand off of his shoulder, looking down the hall before looking back to Cameron. " Look, I need you to do something for me. I don't care who the Nightingale really is, it doesn't matter to me. I just need you to dig and find out who would accuse Cecil of this. Do whatever you have to, just find out who's behind this and give me their name. You got it?" He was quiet, trying to keep it as low as he could. Anyone was a suspect. ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2015 11:09 pm
 Cameron nodded at the order. " Alright. I'll do what I can." he said. He hadn't seen Sawyer this fired up about any of the court cases before this. Then again, it wasn't every day that the court case was about the Chief himself or the Nightingale.
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2015 11:18 pm
 Parker Loupohl ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦~~~ Days passed, and Sawyer slept very little. He dedicated every waking moment to Cecil's case, putting everything else on hold as he worked day in, day out, to free Cecil. He ignored most other duties, refusing rest and food. If the Chief was suffering, so would he. He didn't even permit himself to drink. It was as if a demon had taken over his faculties. Sawyer didn't waste a single moment that could be used for the case. One morning, the door to the cell block creaked open and slammed closed, like it always did. However, the footsteps going down the hall were not Sawyer's. Two sneaker-clad feet stopped in front of Cecil's cell, and there stood a young man, the spitting image of his strong, intimidating father. " So you're a killer, huh?" Parker's voice was more accusing than anything else. His gaze was hard, and he glared at Cecil. He was angry, angrier than he'd been in a while. His father was neglecting him again, but this time, it was different. If it wasn't the bottle, it was this jerk in the cell. ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2015 11:30 pm
As the days passed, Cecil watched people get thrown into cells. Some were obviously having a bad day, others were meant to be in jail. No matter who they were, though, none of them were put in his cell. It was like being in solitary confinement. No, it was like being on display at a zoo. People stared at him, trying to decide if he really was the Nightingale or someone wanting the title. Both were awful titles to have.
When the footsteps clicked down the hallway, Cecil half expected them to belong to Sawyer, who visited frequently both to ask questions or try to comfort him. When the blonde looked up, he was surprised to see Parker instead. Nevertheless it was a happy change, and the chief smiled. "Hey, I-" Parker's greeting sliced through his train of thought.
Cecil stayed quiet for a moment, staring at Parker with slightly wide eyes. That spiteful frown, those hate-filled eyes, his cold voice. He wasn't here for the same reason his father came.
Cecil gulped, remembering his position. Everything seemed so silent now. "You... don't really think I'm the Nightingale, do you?""YOU'RE UNDER ARREST!"
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2015 11:42 pm
Parker Loupohl ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦" It doesn't matter what I think." Parker's tone was as cold as his eyes, his arms crossed over his thin chest. He was tall for his age, but it would take a very long time before he was as intimidating as his father. However, those harsh brown eyes were enough to do half of the job. " What matters is that you tell my dad to get lost, and you hire someone else. This case will ruin his career, and I'm not gonna let someone as careless as you do that to him!" His hands moved to his sides, fingers clenching into fists. ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2015 11:49 pm
Cecil furrowed his eyebrows at Parker. Get another lawyer? Sawyer was so focused on this, though, how could Parker not see the same dedication? "Do you think he won't win?" he asked after some time. He hated having to look up at Parker while getting that cold stare. He resembled Sawyer so much that it was almost like seeing Sawyer glower at him like that."YOU'RE UNDER ARREST!"
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Posted: Mon Nov 16, 2015 12:02 am
Parker Loupohl ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦Parker scoffed. " Oh, he'll win. Dad always wins." He almost seemed proud, but quickly covered it up with resentment for the man in the cell. " But he's not a defense attorney, he's a prosecutor. Who'll want to hire him after he gets a murderer off? He'll lose his partnership, have to leave the firm, and then we'll be stuck here. We'll be laughingstocks back in New York, so we'll have to stay here, in this crappy city." He moved closer to the bars, although still remaining a safe distance away. " Get another lawyer. It's bad enough that you kept my dad away from me while you weren't in jail. Quit hogging him and get one of your own!" He stomped his foot, seeming his age just long enough to have an effect. It was obvious now that Parker just wanted his father back, but even he wouldn't admit it. ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦
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Posted: Mon Nov 16, 2015 12:10 am
Cecil was stunned into silence. He wanted to argue the obvious: that he wasn't a killer, but something nagged at him. Would this really ruin Sawyer? Did people believe that he was the killer? Did the prosecutor have enough information to make people have doubts, even if Sawyer won? If he wins, just how much would he lose?
Cecil looked down. He knew Sawyer was working hard, but how hard? Was he completely ignoring Parker's existence? He must've thought that it'd be fine, if even for a mere week, but Cecil was listening to Parker and hearing the toll it was taking on him.
Cecil's blue eyes fell to the handcuffs. His life had always revolved around crime. If he got off of this then he'd get caught into another one, wouldn't he? Was his life worth Sawyer and Parker's?
The blonde stopped talking. He just kept staring at his handcuffs in thought. He didn't know if Parker was still there, and if he was then the cop offered nothing more to say. This would probably be the last time they see each other... What a bitter parting."YOU'RE UNDER ARREST!"
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Posted: Mon Nov 16, 2015 12:19 am
Sawyer Loupohl ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦It was another hour before Sawyer finally walked in, his clothes disheveled and his hair tangled, but he didn't really seem to care too much these days. He had left his jacket in his office, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and carried only a small grocery bag with toiletries and the occasional little treat. Nothing too much, just a small bar of chocolate. Still, though, he hoped it would cheer Cecil up. " I talked to the judge," he said as he approached Cecil's cell. " The trial starts tomorrow, but we're pretty much ready for whatever they throw at us. I don't have a solid defense yet, but I'm working hard on it, and I just know I've got a good one just around the corner." He nodded for the officer to let him in, walking inside and sitting on the little chair nearby the bed. " So I got you some more soap and toothpaste, since you told me you already ran out. I also got you a little something, just to make you feel better. Don't worry, I'll have you out of here in no- hey, what's up?" He set the bag down, standing and moving closer to Cecil. " You usually look so happy when I visit. Did someone say something to you?" ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦
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Posted: Mon Nov 16, 2015 1:33 pm
Cecil clenched his jaw when he heard Sawyer's voice getting closer. His heart felt heavy, the burden of it all hung over his shoulders. He spent the entire hour pondering over how to tell Sawyer, and now that he was here everything left his mind.
When Sawyer got closer to him, Cecil turned his head. He wasn't sure he could do this if he saw his face. "Sawyer, I've been thinking it over and... and I want a different lawyer.""YOU'RE UNDER ARREST!"
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