badfic_manor | [Accidental Audio/In Person] *-My childhood, diluted-*

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[Accidental Audio/In Person] -My childhood, diluted-

[Over the feed, there's the sound of a door being shut as carefully as a currently slightly panicky eight year old can; he's trying to be quiet, really he is!]

[It's still audible, especially with a very small whine when the manor creaks and a noticeable jump.]

[He's practically whispering to himself in a continuation of the whine; he's ... pretty upset.]

Tousan's gonna kill mee ...

Not even my fault this time...

[For those in the hallway where his room is? There's currently a little amber-eyed blonde eight year old flattened against the wall, slinking down the hall and being ... incredibly jumpy and obviously a little terrified. He's actually dressed slightly normally for his age, if a bit bundled up in a slightly too-big jacket.]

[OOC: He's been reverted to eight years old, and ... well, it's just before he got sent to London. I'm also so not going to go hunting icons for him as a bitty. ._.; ]

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Not as big as my last one, why? Anyway, Mr. Wright can probably find someone to cover it for me, I hope. [orz]

[ >______________________________________________> ] Are there police testifying?

I... have no idea. That's actually up to the prosecutors. [~~Unless someone decides to stick-rattle the legal system back home AGAIN.~~]

[........................You are getting looked at like you just started speaking gibberish.]

Huh?

[Blink blink blink.]

Back home, the system is weighted against defense attorneys and their clients. [This has a bit of a Rant tone to it. God What Have You Done Now.] Because a defense attorney isn't officially defending their client until the night before a trial, the defense has little chance to find evidence of their own, especially since their client is already being held for the crime and the crime scene is in the police's hands. The prosecutors get first chance at all the evidence, with only a few things being handed to the defense attorney on the day of the trial- things like autopsy reports. Equally, if a defense attorney is lucky, they get their hands on some piece of relevant information, but a lot of defense attorneys end up basically allowed to cross-examine witnesses that the prosecution calls, because we're not allowed to call our own, normally, and that is it.

[...oh god you pulled the string.]

......

You're not making any sense.

...The court system back HOME doesn't make any sense! Mr. Wright just got things changed so it wasn't relying solely on decisive evidence but there are still a lot of ways the system back home is unfairly weighted toward false guilty verdicts, and then the real criminal walks away whistling because someone else is hanging for it! [If he had a desk to slam his hands on right now, he so would.]

[..........................................you can almost hear the little "and this one's loony" tag.]

Uh.

[Damnit, what did Mom say to do with a crazy person?]

[Oh right. Try not to set them off.]

[....Did he already do that though? He's not sure. He's so not coming out of his hidey-hole though.] That's - really wrong - people are supposed to be innocent first so that doesn't happen.

Pff. I wish. And there aren't a lot of prosecutors out there that aren't above manipulating or forging evidence or calling in accomplished liars just for their records. [Apollo's scrubbing at his face a little, and sitting up.] But this is all stuff back home. Most people here probably aren't from back home. [Si-igh.] I don't think this is the best place to hide, if you're scared of people. I just... didn't want you to run into anyone who might be scarier than me. [That's a very lopsided smile.]

'm not scared of people. [Grump.]

I want to go home. [Even if home was about to not be home.]

You ran away as your first reaction. You have something to fear from people.

I want to go home, too. [...Yeah, he does sound a little... mnnnrrrr over it. He does not want to live in a place that is a political powderkeg, he'd rather be back home and arguing with an entirely different blond than you, kiddo.]

..........[He's thinking.]

You think someone around your case might've kidnapped you?

[--gnerk.]

It's... always a possibility? I sort of have a record of finding the real culprit with my face.

....My dad's a cop, so maybe that's why we're both here?

[He's not saying WHICH COP...]

[They'll never let him out of the house again if he does.]

[...Oh, kiddo. D:]

Maybe. I don't know. This place is weird- I showed up outside in a tent, but I wasn't tied up or anything, and if you look outside it's not like there's a fence or anything that I can see...

....

Are there other people here?

[He's a little less crammed in the back. Just because it's more comfortable. Really.]

Yeah. A lot. Some of them I've seen pictures of and they don't look very friendly. That was kind of why I wanted to get to you first. I didn't want you to run into one of them and maybe set them off or something. I haven't met a lot of people here yet because I've only been here a day or two, but there are a lot of people that have been here longer than me.

....[Thinking.]

If they took dangerous people then -

They're not here, or if one of them is here, they'll be hiding pretending to be like anyone else.

[Well, if nothing else, you don't ... seem ... dangerous ... so far... he thinks...]

[He's really not. He couldn't even keep you safe if someone normal attacked, other than by using himself as a meat shield.]

...Mm, probably. If someone is hiding something, I can generally tell, though.

- and they're kidnapping criminals too?

[Well, that makes this bizarre.]

What're they doing, some kind of experiment?

[........Yes, he can be an incredibly morbid chibi :| ]

...I have no idea. [That sounds horrifying.]

Have they done anything weird to people here?

I, um. Other than the tent thing... and the "TARDIS"... and the fact that people had to fight to take back the manor, or something like that... [He did some minor archive trawling before bed, yes, shush.]

.....They attacked the place? [Horrified look! Oh that leads to all kinds of nasty possibilities.] With what?

...I, uh, I have no idea. I'm no good at fighting, so I hid.

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YOU PULLED THE STRING.

...and now he thinks you may be delusional.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

..... okay yeah

Pffhahahahah oh god.

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IRONY KILLS DON'T IT.

YES IT DOES.

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