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 Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2008 12:39 pm
"So, Mr. Wilson, let's start at the bar. What did you see?"
A quivering blond looked up from where his bright blue eyes had been staring at the rail in front of him, separating the witness stand from the rest of the room. His long, skinny hands fidgeted with the black skirt he was wearing, stretching the fabric at his knees. "Well, I was watching Alan fight with his brother," he started to explain, biting his thin lip and smearing the ruby-red lipstick. "A woman came over in a mask and started to talk to him, and the two of them walked toward the door. I couldn't tell exactly what she did, but it looked like he slumped or something... I was worried..." He paused, taking a deep breath.
"Go on," the prosecutor urged, hard face staring at the transvestite firmly.
"Well, I... I followed them outside," he continued, Scottish accent getting stronger. His effeminate voice was shaking, and he kept glancing at the woman next to the clearly steaming defense attorney. After a few deathly moments of silence, the prosecutor snapped his fingers and hardened his already rough expression.
"Focus, please, Mr. Wilson."
"R-right..." The blond's black-lined eyelids fluttered nervously for a moment before his ice-blue orbs stared up at the prosecutor, determined. "She was sort of dragging him, like... He could just barely move enough to stay upright. There were scuff marks on the sidewalk from his shoes dragging." The prosecutor nodded encouragingly as the transvestite pulled his ankle-length braid from behind him and started fidgeting with it. "She pulled him into an alley. I caught up fairly quickly and heard her grunting and screeching. Alan slurred... something I couldn't hear, and I... I looked around to see what was going on."
He paused. It was obvious they were reaching the difficult part of the story; tears welled up in his eyes, a few dripping down his high-boned cheeks. He hung his head for a moment before looking back up hesitantly.
"Her knife... it was..." Gesturing helplessly, Mr. Wilson faltered, and the prosecutor spoke up.
"Was it in Mr. Altair's chest?"
The witness's eyes widened at the bluntness of the question, but slowly, carefully began to nod. "Th-there were... two other places I could... um, I could see... he was bleeding..." A nameless aide offered him a tissue and he took it, dabbing at his eyes delicately. "She saw me and... and pulled the knife out... w-walked over to me and waved... waved the... the knife..." Again, he was distracted by that woman, alternately staring at her and looking at the prosecutor in horrified helplessness.
"It's okay, Mr. Wilson. Go on."
"Nein... Nein, es tut mir weh..." he mumbled, hanging his head and covering his face.
"English, Mr. Wilson. Come on..."
The blond slowly looked up, hiccuping quietly as the tears got worse. At least he wasn't noisy when he cried...
"You're almost done here. Finish for us, please?" The prosecutor attempted to sound somewhat reassuring, failing miserably due to his inherent hardness.
"Sh-she told me... if I... if I told... an-anyone..." He faltered as the words became harder and harder to say, the fear and stress taking its toll on the tranvestite's skinny body. The looks cast on him from the angry defense lawyer and the desperate prosecutor didn't help in any way, either; he hiccuped again pathetically.
"Take a deep breath, Mr. Wilson," the prosecutor commanded. The blond looked up at him, absolutely horrified.
"I can't," he whispered, hand going to his chest in a swift movement. The other hand covered his eyes as he hung his head and focused on regaining lung function. Already the lack of oxygen was dizzying, putting neon spots in his vision. The world split into separate audio and visual displays, sound wavering inconsistantly with the imagery before him.
"Her- er, his chest isn't moving," someone said distantly, uncertainty staining their voice. The prosecutor was suddenly at the witness's side, lifting him up.
"What are you doing?!?" the judge demanded, glaring over his semicircular reading glasses.
"Saving the witness," the prosecutor answered. He turned to another male, a student observing the case. "When I'm done, you take him outside, get him air, water, whatever he needs. He asks for it, you fetch it, got that?" The now-unconscious and still-not-breathing transvestite was shoved unceremonially into the law student's arms as the prosecutor tilted his head back and started to breathe for him. He pushed a breath in, expanding the blond's thin chest, then listened for it to come out. This repeated a few times, feeling like it lasted forever, before the limp figure was breathing on his own.
"Go. Out of here, take care of him." The prosecutor turned and walked to the judge, beginning a whispered exchange with him as the witness's eyes fluttered open hesitantly.
"Dizzy," the effeminate voice mumbled, not registering what else was going on or that he was being held.
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2008 1:18 pm
Hm. Beginning from the start, the witness claims a fight was started between the victim and his brother... but that gives no justice to the woman's sudden attack on Alan. There had to have been an incident prior, or, logically, possibly just wrong place/ wrong time?
Dain's shamrock green eyes flicked open, two perfect clear orbs turning inquisitevly to the witness, who seemed to be rooted back in time to when the event had occured, judging off of his still traumatized state.
Who could blame him?
Dain was perched on an uncomfortably stiff wooden chair, his eyes moving between the set of shaky tears occuring infront of him and the notes he had taken so far. His scrawling black handwriting was unledgable to anyone but himself, it seemed, for all the peers whom had leaned in to try and copy some of his notes had ended up with nothing but a raised eyebrow and possible frown from loss of understanding.
His olive-skinned hand let go of his pen for a second, pushing his frames up the bridge of his nose. His peach colored lips pulled taut into a straight line of frusteration.
Hn.
A strand of honey-blonde hair fell into his face, shoved aside and tucked behind his ear neatly, beginning to listen intently again when suddenly the room seemed to freeze.
The witness was being shoved into his arms.
What?!
He probably would have benefitted from listening a tad bit more intently, however there seemed to be nothing he could do now besides obey.
Dain adjusted the witness in his arms, awkwardly stumbling down the aisle of the courtroom and into the lobby, where he heard the witness speak. Mr. Wilson, was it?
With much effort, he finally managed to make it through the entrance doors, relaxing the man on a bench and sitting next to him anxiously.
For god's sake, I'm a law student, not a RN.
But, if anything bad had been expected to happen, Dain had accepted early on in life he'd be the one getting involved.
It was as if it was habit, managing to somehow become intwined in unfourtunate events occuring in anyone's life but his own, this case was no exception.
He cleared his throat, starting in a gentle, mock-concerned tone.
"Are you alright...?"
The sooner he could wrap this up, the better.
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2008 1:41 pm
The witness leaned against the other male as they were settled onto the bench, slowly recovering from his faint. "I'll... be okay..." he murmured, carefully pulling the tie from the end of his braid and unweaving the massive lengths of platinum hair. It was very nearly silver, and silky smooth. As he ran his long, thin fingers through the ends, he looked up at the person he was sitting with, curiosity in his dimmed ice-blue eyes.
"Did you... save me?" he asked quietly, an odd hopefulness in his soft tone. "God... I can't believe I did that in front of so many people..." he stated worriedly, putting a hand over his mouth. "I just hope none of my fans were in there. How embarrassing..." He fidgeted with his powder-blue blouse, tugging at the collar, the hem, the sleeves, whatever his dainty hands wandered to. Shaking his head, he let his hair fall about him as it would, though most of it stayed hooked smoothly in front of his shoulder, following the curves and lines of his body down to the floor.
"Mm... What's your name?" He didn't seem genuinely interested, simply asking for the sake of being polite as long as they were out there.
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2008 2:09 pm
"No, it wasn't I who saved you. I was simply observing." He answered in his simplest tone, a hand moving through his auburn-flecked hair, mind focused on what help he could possibly offer the witness.
Water? Food?
Dain concealed his confusion, eyes moving down to meet the blue ones gazing back at him.
He didn't look needy to Dain, although he didn't feel comfortable hauling him back into the courtroom just yet, aware things like this could occur more than once. It was common sense to let him be until he requested something like that. Dain bit his toungue. He had finally gotten to sit in on one of the more crucial cases, yet was now outside with the witness. The way things had gone so far, he'd probably be just out of law school by the time he was dead.
"I'm Dain Windsor. And you?"
He now regretted not listening close enough to pick up on anything but a last name, however that seemed to formal for the occasion. Without waiting for an answer, he began again in his low, steady voice.
"And fans. I doubt any fan but a stalker would be scary enough to follow you to court." Dain flashed a dazzling smile, trying to convince himself he was more at-ease than he actually felt. "But I don't know fame well enough to say. Moving on, is there something you need?"
His gaze tilted skywards, atleast savoring the feeling of sunshine and a warm breeze while he still could. Now all he could do was pray for no awkward silences.
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2008 2:56 pm
"Oh... who did? That prosecutor? If it was him I'll have to brush my teeth a few times before I get anywhere near him again..." The blond shuddered, then laughed nervously. "Mm... I'm bloody thirsty. Is there a soda machine or anything around?" He stood up shakily, stretching his thin arms above his head.
He sighed and looked around, one curvy hip jutting out to the side. "Call me Nathan. I'm glad you asked; had you called me Mr. Wilson I would've kicked you. I'm sick of that formal rubbish." Another nervous laugh shook his small chest.
"Come on. Let's find something to drink. I need to get up and get around, and..." He bit his lip, looking Dain over. "I don't want to be alone. You'll stay with me, won't you?" His head tilted to the side, an odd glimmer of hope in his bright eyes.
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2008 3:54 pm
"My apologies, it was the prosecutor. So maybe brush your teeth, and use some mouthwash. He smiled, rising to his feet as awkwardly as seemed possible for a man of his stature.
"And a soda machine. Most likely." Dain's unconcerned, tired eyes scanned the premises, although discovering nothing with promise. He turned back to Nathan. "But I'll stay with you. I'd get kicked out of school if anything happened while I was supposed to be making sure you were okay..." His left hand, rough and worn, scratched the back of his toussled honey hair, the auburn shining obnoxiously in the sun. He then re-adjusted his shirt, his glasses as well before finally starting to walk towards the back of the bulky brick building. "I hope you brought money though, because I only have about a quarter." Dain's tounge pushed up on the edge of his coral lips in frusteration. "Figures.
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2008 4:47 pm
"Fan-fawkin'-tastic," Nathan mumbled. He smiled back at the student, though, as he started to tie his hair back.
"That woman..." -he paused to shudder- "I'm afraid of her. I'm sure that sounds stupid, I'm taller than her and probably better at running in heels and I've got better muscle structure and I've got... abilities..." He trailed off, throwing his arms up helplessly. "Ugh. Well. As long as we're out here, she's in there, and she doesn't have any friends who'd kill me for her, nothing bad should happen." The blond watched Dain's little adjustments, finding them rather endearing.
"Yeah, I've got a bit of cash. Don't worry about it. Sooo..." He followed the student with a slight rock in his steps, bouncing a little on his toes. "You're in school? Law, I'm assuming?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2008 7:32 pm
"It doesn't sound stupid, it sounds like it makes sense." Dain replied easily, glancing over at the blonde reassuringly. "If I saw some insane woman stabbing my ... friend? I'd get pretty freaked out too." He shrugged, his hands moving into the pockets of his formal black pants. He wished silently he'd worn something less stocky, feeling the need to push his sleeves up his forearms as the sun beat hotter on his back.
"Law, yeah." He paused, his eyes moving towards Nathan, hovering over the way he was walking and continuing with a small smile. "Not to say it's not the profession of my fantasies, but, I'm not your ideal law student." His voice trailed off. Dain had a talent for sensing awkward silence fronts, now being one. His mind raced. "Ah! There's a vending machine."
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2008 8:02 pm
"Alan and I are sort-of lovers. Not much beyond the physical," -the witness paused to squirm uncomfortably- "and it's probably the most open relationship that ever existed. I figure he just picked me for convenience, since we travel together in the band. He still sleeps with every other woman that crosses... his..." He faltered, freezing in place and blinking dumbly at the ground ten feet in front of him.
"That's why she attacked him... I knew I'd seen her before!" The blond's hand covered his mouth, then he hurried to catch up with the student.
"Right! Vending machine, um... What do you want?" He spoke hurriedly, trying not to focus on his revelation about the defendant. "I'm getting a diet Coke..." He pulled a wallet from someplace behind him, though it was unclear where exactly that place was; his fingers had slipped under the waistband of his skirt...
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Posted: Thu Jun 12, 2008 10:38 am
Dain wasn't to over-stimulated by the pointless conversation occuring between the two until Nathan mentioned Alan slept around. Although it didn't change the case much, it was a helpful bit of knowledge. Atleast uncomplicating the cause of attack significantly. "Oh, and I'm fine."
He was mildly thirsty, his tougue running over the dry roof of his mouth, and stopping in range of the machine, leaning on the wall next to it.
"So a band, eh?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 12, 2008 11:24 am
Nathan sighed and ran his finger down the corner of the vending machine, then pulled two dollars from his wallet and fed them into the beast. "Soda, soda, sodaaa..." he mumbled to himself as he pressed the button for a Diet Coke and was answered with the jingle of two quarters plopping into the return slot. Seconds later, there was the familiar 'clunk' of the bottle dropping and he bent to grab it as Dain asked about his band.
"Yup. The Vampiric Mangos." He shook his head. "No idea how the twins came up with that. They asked me to join after deciding it would be a good name, I guess." Twisting the cap open one rotation, he let the buildup of gases hiss out and watched the liquid foam a little before closing the cap again and waiting for the foaming to die down.
"You should see us sometime," he suggested, smiling softly.
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Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2008 8:30 am
xx_patchwork happiness
"The Vampiric Mangos." Dain burst into laughter.
"Professional. But I'd love to come see you guys sometime. You'll need to give me times and places and everything though." He reached into his pants pocket, drawing out a small, torn piece of paper with writing on the back, and ripped it further. He then took out a black pen from his chest pocket, scribbling down a number, and handing it to Nathan. "That's my home phone. My cell phone is probably eternally busted, so." Dain's gentle smile reappeared, reminiscing about how he'd somehow managed to drop it in his coffee.
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Posted: Thu Jun 26, 2008 5:26 pm
"Really professional, don't you think?" Nathan laughed warmly and took the number, glancing at it and subconsciously attempting to memorize it before slipping it in the mysterious pocket behind him.
"Oh, boy, I know what you mean. I don't trust my phone anymore, the reception isn't anything close to reliable. It can display five bars, but that doesn't mean anything will actually work..." The blond rolled his eyes, opening his Coke to take a sip. "But I have to at least attempt to trust it, cause I'm not usually at my apartment. It's two towns away; since I travel with the band, we're almost entirely staying in hotels all the time."
He paused, drumming his perfectly manicured nails against the plastic bottle as he thought. "Y'think maybe I could ask you out for a drink sometime? Since I have your number anyway..." Those thin, ruby lips spread in a bright smile, though a rich cherry blush joined in on his high-boned cheeks.
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Posted: Fri Jun 27, 2008 1:02 pm
Dain was pondering the supposed rockstar life of hotel rooms and road trips when Nathan suggested getting a drink together sometime. His lethargic thought process instantly gave way to a more panicked mindset, and his glowing shamrock eyes darted around nervously.
To be honest, Dain hadn't really managed a social life since law school had started, leaving him no time for anything but classes and homework.
At last, a smile consumed the otherwise emotionless features on his face and he nodded slightly.
"I think that that would be wonderful, actually."
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2008 10:23 pm
"Oh, good! I was afraid I'd said something completely stupid, I have a tendency to do that, you know..." The musician laughed, tilting his head to one side. "But, um... Hmm. I suppose we ought to slip back into the courtroom soon... Yuck." He took another quick drink of his Coke and sighed.
"They're gonna call me up to testify again and I'm gonna cry again and that woman will stare at me like that again..." He hung his head, leaning against the vending machine and staring at his feet uncomfortably. "I don't know what I'm going to do..."
After a pause, he looked up at Dain and sighed. "Sorry, I shouldn't be venting on you like this." His ice-blue eyes were sad and dull, losing their sparkle from just minutes ago in their more lighthearted conversation.
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