Justice in a Splash of Red - {Yuri Petrov}

[Yuri Petrov]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 15px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/4fVyd.jpg); border: #333 solid 10px; width: 300px;] IT'S ME COMBINING NUMBERS IT'S ME JUST PLAYING GOD IT'S ME WHO'S MAKING RULES HERE I CANNOT COME UNDONE YOU SHOULD NEVER BE FORGIVEN The judge relaxed into his chair slightly, one hand raised to sweep a few silver bangs from his face. His olive eyes swept over the courtroom once more, before some movement in the door caught his attention. Head tilted, he noted the flash of blue and the transfer of papers. A faint, barely noticeable smirk curled the corners of his mouth upwards. In a matter of moments he had sifted through his memory banks. Only a few people he knew of in the tower preferred such vibrant blues, and out of those, only one was associated with Mr. Eddings' team. The young lady with the curious ballet bow was off to a good start, it seemed. By the time Mr. Eddings had actually made his approach into the courtroom proper, Yuri's curiosity was quite piqued. His face schooled into his usual mask of impassive neutrality, he let his gaze sweep over the man's form, noting his body language. "You may approach," He agreed with a slow nod that didn't let on his interest. He wanted to know just what the Kanta girl had brought up that would be so vital to this case, but no one else had to be cognizant of that fact. His lips pursed into a thin line as he waited. 214 WORDS TAGGED Chandra; sorry for the shortness

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[Chandra Kanta]

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believe I can see the future, Cause I repeat the same routine, I think I used to have a purpose, But then again that might have Been a Dream...

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true] [atrb=style, width:500px; border-top: solid 5px #0066B3, bTable] [atrb=style, background-color: #111111; border-bottom: solid 5px #0066B3, btable] He took out a handkerchief and wiped his brow as he approached the bench with his counterpart. “These were just handed to me your honor.” He said as he handed up a copy of each of the two sheets he had, “So, I’m asking to officially enter them into the evidence of this case now. I’m also requesting an increase in the charge to conspiracy to murder, and the suggested penalty to life imprisonment.” He looked at Defense almost apologetically. “As you can see we have the record from the burn phone, obtained from the phone in evidence by use of an independent consultant, all certified. The records clearly show that the Defendant was in contact with the banks on the second list. The second list is, of course, the more interesting one since it proves that the deceased had two off shore accounts totaling over three million. Accounts which, the defendant was able to have shifted into her name after arranging Ms. Allan’s death.” He handed copies to Defense as well. “We’re willing to consider a plea bargain for 25 years imprisoned, if the Defendant will turn state’s evidence for the rest of the conspirators. We consider it dangerous to leave the rest of them on the streets."

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[Yuri Petrov]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 15px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/4fVyd.jpg); border: #333 solid 10px; width: 300px;] IT'S ME COMBINING NUMBERS IT'S ME JUST PLAYING GOD IT'S ME WHO'S MAKING RULES HERE I CANNOT COME UNDONE YOU SHOULD NEVER BE FORGIVEN Head canted slightly, he pursed his lips into a thin line as Eddings made his approach. Fingers splayed slightly, he reached out to accept the papers. His expression went contemplative as his olive gaze scanned the information, brow furrowing just so. "This is rather last minute of you," The judge admonished softly, before continuing, "But I accept the entry of this new evidence." Indeed, the information shed a whole new light on things. At the very least it satisfied his need to know the true guilt of someone. Setting the papers down, he folded his hands atop the bench desktop as his attention flitted between the persecution and the defense. Plea bargains had the tendency to leave a foul taste in his mouth, but in the end if it brought others to justice that would have otherwise gotten away...He could deal with them. After all, just because the defendant received a reduced sentence didn't mean they wouldn't receive due justice. Lunatic took care of what Judge Petrov could not. "According to protocol, if you wish to discuss a plea bargain, the adjoining conference room is not in use." 000 WORDS TAGGED Chandra

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[Chandra Kanta]

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believe I can see the future, Cause I repeat the same routine, I think I used to have a purpose, But then again that might have Been a Dream...

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true] [atrb=style, width:500px; border-top: solid 5px #0066B3, bTable] [atrb=style, background-color: #111111; border-bottom: solid 5px #0066B3, btable] She paced with baited breath outside the Courtroom. Her black braid was bounced and her slipper-ed feet caused a soft pap-pap sound, as she measured out a 20 step path back and forth before a hall bench. Here was the moment when she’d find out if she’d done well enough. If the evidence she’d found was enough. She was certain it was, but there was always some doubt when it came to others. She knew her own justice was satisfied by the information, and that a plea bargain, while distasteful, would lead them straight to the perpetrators. If they didn’t use the bargaining tactic they would likely not find out whom the actual killers were. Since the defendant wasn’t the type of girl to get her hands dirty, she’d spent money hired killers. That could not be allowed to stand. There was plenty of market for such people in Sternbild, even with the presence of the Heroes. Some people were simply monsters, and monsters always needed to be destroyed. One could say that the defendant was a monster for employing a killer, and that was true. However, likely she would not have acted were it not so simple to contract out a death. Another lead she couldn’t help but try to follow up was, why did Ms. Allen have those off shore accounts to begin with? On the one side, she could simply have not trusted local banks with her money. On the flip side, people who had those types of accounts were often into dirty business themselves. This could be a case of shifted Karmic burden, but even if that were the case, one didn’t contract out Karma. That was another crime altogether. No, she shook her head to herself, pacing impatiently in the hall. It’ll never do if she gets away with it. But I can’t help but feel there’s a bigger mess under this façade. Why the accounts, why the secrecy? Some people are merely paranoid, but most are guilty in some way. She looked down at her hands, clenching and relaxing them a few times. Hands stained, but honestly stained. Too many monsters in the world. Can’t turn a blind eye. Must not let them multiply. At the very least we can keep them out of circulation, keep them out of the public. They must learn that there is a punishment for their actions. That they will suffer for their sins. Finally, Mr. Eddings and the rest came out. He nodded to her before they all disappeared into the conference room. She relaxed almost instantly, the tension draining from her. It was enough. she thought, before sitting down. Now was the easier wait, to see what evidence this turned up. She tucked her legs up into a lotus on one of the hall benches and closed her eyes; glad she was wearing pants today. It made it easier to wait for further information when one could meditate. It was waiting for a result that always made her antsy. This would be easy by comparison.

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