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Thread: -The Docket-

It's funny you should ask that, I remember when the remodel was completed, they kept our wonderful fowl of justice on display with some of the other trims of the old courthouse. I'm assuming they'll place it in the City museum, if that thing even exists still. Court life is full of some very entertaining moments, and the Criminal Justice system is nothing short of dysfunctional. Half the time, the entire system just seeks to enrich itself, without caring about the client. At other times, the judge can step in, and tell a prosecutor he's full of crap. I actually had that happen on one of my cases. So they arrest this lad forI'll put it this way, being a botanistthey found a hyperbolic growing system for that most heavenly of herbs Marijuana. Now, keeping in mind that this young botanist had never stepped outside the bounds of the law before, one might logically conclude that the prosecution would be lenient. Well, never mind the fact that our District Attorney had been busted for pot possession, as a child, he decided that he would serve as some great avenger, throwing the book at whomever dared to do what he had as a child. Oh these souls are ever so self-righteous. He wanted to give our botanist friend a year in jail, no option for probation, and a thousand dollar fine. Mind you, a man who just received his fourth DWI conviction received a mere 180 day jail sentence, and a fine of 400. So I get up there, make my argument about how the botanist is really learning about science, and after all, the police report didn't state that the herbs were found in his roomfor indeed, they were found in his roommate's closetand anyhow, they hadn't caught him in the act of selling any of his home-grown medicinal remedies...thus, the sentence seemed far too severe for the lad. Then the slave for our District Attorney...I don't even remember which ADA this was, steps up to the podium. The Judge, as grouchy of an old man as the county could ever dig up, glares at the disheveled prosecutor, as he fiddles with his files, and shouts, In the name of all that's holy, just give me the damn facts! Yes your honor....I just can't seem to find the file, the ada replied with a grimace spreading across his haggard face. Of course, this pleased the judge not at all, Jesus, that does it. This is the third case you've screwed up today, I'm dropping all the charges now, I don't give a damn what this boy did. Of course, I happily accepted this outcome, even though it had nothing to do with my marvelous litigating skills which were practically none existent at the time. No, justice is dished out in an incompetent manner, and many times it comes down to the luck of the draw. But it can drive anyone who deals with it to the brink of madness.
Thread: -The Docket-

During my first year of law school, my best friend and I, after stumbling out of classes, and going to the nearest alcohol dispensary in townthe God damned Apple-Be's across the streetand proceeded to enjoy our alcohol inspired dinner. After sobering up, and having finished our studies, we got into his car since we car pooled to save money...lord knows law-students live as frugally as possible, when tuition costs as much as a fucking car, and on the way out we spotted a city bus, filled with all sorts of unsavory characters within. On the back of this bus sat an advertisement, that I'll never forget. LAWYERS FOR JUSTICE! Needless to say, this didn't bode any confidence in my friend and I, as we had just gotten out of torts class, and our torts professor was the personification of what one thinks of when the phrase ambulance chaser is used. Of course, we both thought of a way of modernizing that great catch-phrase that is only a little less scummy than a catch phrase I saw at home my first Christmas breakI Sue For YOU!we came up with Lolyers for justice...because, to be honest, the bull shit that happens in this profession, even at the school level forces you to laugh...or to collapse into nothing. So, in honor of that, I decided to just play around a bit with the title of this little journal of worthless legal facts, depressing courthouse realities...and well, I'm out of booze, so! Viola! Oh oh, and one last thing! Trygon, please forgive the horrendous photo quality of this. But I actually found a 1980's photo of our famed guardian of justice. That Fowl of all fowls, may he forever rest in pieces..er Peace.
Thread: -The Docket-

Perhaps I'll have you draft up a constitution for Cascadia some day. You know, after I've built a militia of freedom fighters, fought off america within and without, oh, and bogarted the nicest part of Canada too. All those silly formalities. I often wonder about the dramatic changes Obama has undergone. He's not at all the same man that took office in 08. Some changes I saw taking place - Dealing with the GOP stonewalling him just because of the partisan divide has made him cynical, clearly. But the about-face on military action is what really intrigues me... Like why is gitmo still open? How did a campaign that could be described as 'war-abhorrent' lead to the FREQUENT military actions we see today? And so forth... I can only assume there are many variables that only the President sees. But I wish that wasn't the case.
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It is striking, even with Bush all those years ago there was a change. I don't know what it is about the office, there's something about it where people change, and not necessarily for the better. It is interesting how he Obama changed his stance on the military. Then again, I can't believe the GOP were stupid enough to turn around and throw up this idea of cutting military pensions, and then act surprised about it when the DNC calls them on it. It's like musical chairs for psych ward rejects. Better bar the windows, or the politicians will come licking. I would say deep down I'm a libertarian, but I can't stand that party either. I vote my conscience, and then throw sarcastic insults, because it makes me feel better!
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You know, it feels good to get a call from an old high school friend who ran into some problems with her landlord at her business, and was about to lose everything about a year ago, and have her tell me that the advice I gave her not only helped her win her small claims case, but also got her some extra monetary damages on top. She's an antiques dealer, and as thanks she gave me one of the most incredible looking Meerschaum pipes. It's a 1910 fully carved bowl that is in the shape of the body of a mermaid. It also has a cigar fitting which fits into the bowl itself. The piece is obviously hand carved, and worth more than anything I would have charged her for legal services. Of course, I didn't represent her because the claims were too small, and even my expenses are too high. But, I mapped out the argument for her and coached her on what to do. It felt pretty amazing, because it's one of the few civil cases which I could call a triumph, and it was all do to the advice I gave. Frankly, I was nervous at the time of giving it, because I had never handled a civil matter before, but the training kicked in, and she saved her business. So, apparently I have done some good in this world. I promise though, to return to my grumpy self soon!
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I'm gonna need a picture of that pipe. If you haven't started already, you should be posting these articles on a blog somewhere. It might get you exposure to the right people, but it would also be good resume fodder. Are you planning to stay in criminal defense, or do you have further aspirations in Law?
Thread: The Truce (Nekrosilisk88 & darkangel76)

Jameson was escorted up to his personal chambers where a hot bath was waiting for him, as well as servants to scrub him clean. He never liked having other people take care of him, but given his personal habits as far as cleaning went he couldn't blame his father for this. Normally he'd just lick himself clean when he was shifted, and it did the job well enough. Tonight though he had to be absolutely presentable, so that meant a proper wash down. He grumble slightly as the servants fussed over him, and took the knots out of his mane. It took them almost an hour before they deemed him to be in an acceptable to state. Next he had to get dressed, once more more fanciful than his normal attire. He was wearing a full suit and cape for tonight, simple yet elegant. It was a traditional black suit with a white shirt, and properly polished boots that matched. If formality and the council didn't require all this, he would've said to hell with it, and attended in his usual attire, a simple shirt and slacks as well as a good pair of sturdy boots. His stomach growled with hunger, he'd had little to eat over the past few days. He felt his father put a hand on his shoulder. We've got a good dinner ready for you so you've got one less thing agitating you tonight at least. I know you've only recently learned to control your transformations, but please try to keep it under control tonight. Jameson nodded his head, and headed downstairs to eat his meal. It would've been considered a large meal by anyone else's standards, a full loaf of bread, two large steaks, a healthy serving of potatoes and a large salad. But for a lycan this was normal. The process of transforming took a lot of energy and then there was the regeneration which sped up there metabolism even further. He twinged slightly as he sat down to eat. The lump of scar tissue in his back was beginning to act up. There was a small piece of silver embedded in his back from where a blade had broken off in a fight. Unfortunately they hadn't been able to get it out, but the scar tissue held it in place and kept it from traveling someplace dangerous. It just caused some occasional pain, but it was mild enough he could normally shrug through it. He finished his dinner as fast as he could while keeping everything clean. Once done, the elders ushered him into a cart with his escort so he could depart. They would arrive separately. His escort was there for two reasons. One to make sure he didn't make a run for it. More importantly though, they were there in case he lost control and began to shift.
Thread: The Truce (Nekrosilisk88 & darkangel76)

Estella could feel the heat in her cheeks, knowing full well that her complexion had gone from porcelain pale to a healthy rosy shade. She'd seen human women don such colorations naturally, though it had been nearly two lifetimes since her own had been as such. She remembered the day she'd turned sixteen, that fateful day of her transition. It had been full of pain and anguish, the burn as the vampiric blood overpowered her human half, pushing it out, consuming it until it was finally devoured and no more. Horace looked down at his daughter and smiled. Come, we must leave for the cathedral at once. We must make haste. Estella could hear his urgency and she wondered if part of that had to do with Claudius lurking behind in the shadows or his eagerness for the truce between vampire and lycan to be sealed. No matter, it was something she understood even if it meant she had to shut her heart away in a box forever, never to open it again. I'm ready, father. And thank you, Estella said, her voice a soft whisper as she peered back into his eyes that matched her own. The blood she'd consumed was already making her feel stronger, more alive. And to think she'd only 'sipped' on that peasant maid. Good. Horace took Estella's hand and escorted her outside to the carriage, helping her up inside so that they could immediately go to the cathedral he knew the lycans would be waiting for them. The carriage ride felt long, though to Estella not long enough. Her hands rested in her lap and she allowed her slender fingers to run along the laces of the gown she wore, an exquisite dress for any bride of royal blood. Blood. She laughed, darkly, on the inside as her blue eyes stared at the stark white material. Not a drop of that blood she'd drunk had spilled upon the dress. Not one scarlet bead. It was as pure as the snow she knew would soon be falling. Just then she shivered and the carriage went over a bump in the road. Estella let out a tiny groan as her body jostled, her shoulder striking against the unforgiving wood of the carriage as it tossed her small frame about while it moved along toward its final destination. When it finally slowed, she felt a lump form in her throat and she dared to peer out the window, pushing the plush purple curtain aside. The cathedral looked ominous in the darkness as the moon shone down upon it, casting a demonic shadow to loom and hover. 'Ironic,' she thought. When the carriage stopped, Horace got out first and offered Estella his hand. She graciously accepted, floating out of the carriage with grace and elegance. Looking up into her father's eyes, she smiled, though there was a strange sadness lurking in the corners of her eyes. I'm ready, father, Estella said. I'm ready to be married.
Thread: The Truce (Nekrosilisk88 & darkangel76)

The carriage ride was completely silent. There was nothing for him to speak of with his escort they were all there to do their jobs, and nothing more. He still cradled the rosary in his hand. It wasn't his originally, a sharp pair of eyes could tell it was a woman's, but it would be a cold day in hell before he allowed it to be taken from him. He let the cross fall and watched it swing with the carriage as he began counting the prayers once more. He doubted he'd ever say enough prayers to atone for all his sins, but the act was calming and helped him maintain control. He was so intent on them that he didn't notice the carriage stop at the cathedral. The anger had faded out of him for the moment and he seemed relaxed and at ease. He looked up as he heard the carriage door open. Rising he put the rosary away, and stepped out of the carriage. Upon seeing the young woman standing there with a man who he presumed to be her father, the ease seemed to evaporate, and the cold hatred he felt towards her kind replacing it in an instant. He stood there silent, and still as a rock while the breeze drifted by. His icy gaze was locked on to her, like a predator stalking his prey. She was a pretty one, but no matter how they dolled her up, she was still a vampire. Her only saving grace was that she wasn't a fighter, and so when this charade was over she'd be alive. He wasn't like them. His thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of more carriages. One of them he recognized as belonging to the pack elders. He made an abrupt turn and began walking towards the cathedral. Normally he found this place to be comforting, but tonight, it may as well have been the gates to hell.
Thread: The Truce (Nekrosilisk88 & darkangel76)

Estella felt her nerves rise as she waited just inside the cathedral, her father standing next to her in a protective manner. She knew he was proud of her, happy that she'd made the decision she had. Though, she was beginning to second-guess herself. Like him, she too wanted the war to end, for the fighting to stop. So much blood had indeed been spilled and the cycle needed to stop somehow. She supposed it made sense for it be someone like herselfdaughter of an elder with royal human blood. Though, she had to admit, she still felt uneasy about it all, scared and unsure. Suddenly, Estella heard the sound of a carriage arrive and she knew in her heart that it was the lycans. They were coming and bringing along with them their own chosen one, the man she'd be spending eternity with. She swallowed then, all the blood she'd just consumed making no difference as her body went into overdrive to control the emotions that began to roil inside her core. What would this lycan be like? Surely he couldn't be overly happy about things, this situation... could he? She honestly had no idea. Things between the vampires and lycans were shaky and fragile if anything, very few wanting peace. True peace. Estella looked up at Horace, her breaths quickening. The elder vampire looked down at his daughter and smiled at her reassuringly, though it gave her no comfort. Not on this night. A shiver ran along her spine just then and she mustered up all her courage and walked out of the cathedral and onto the steps so that she could properly greet the lycans as they arrived. She watched them step out of their carriages, her body wracked with sudden fear as they readied themselves to begin ascending the stone steps. Taking a deep breath, Estella began to descend the steps so as to meet them half way at the very least. When she came upon them, she looked up into the eyes of the one she was sure she'd be marrying given his attire and demeanor. Trembling slightly, Estella gave the lycan a smile and curtsied low out of respect. Good eve, sir, she began, she could see her father's shadow looming behind her. I hope you encountered no difficulties traveling here. She then looked up from where she was while still curtseying. And I hope I am to your satisfaction. At that, she noticed her father immediately take his leave. Whether upset or just leaving to further prepare for the ceremony, she couldn't be certain. But either way, she knew her life was about to change forever.
Thread: The Truce (Nekrosilisk88 & darkangel76)

Jameson began his trudge up the stairs leading to the cathedral. He'd made a similar walk once before, and thinking of it now pained him greatly. He sighed and stopped for a moment. He spoke to himself scarcely more than a whisper. Nessun maggior dolore, Che ricordarsi del tempo felice, Nella miseria. Poets often had a way with words that others were lacking in. So it was now. The sound of heels clicking against the stone steps snapped him from his reverie. He looked up to see the young woman approaching. He watched as she walked through the motions of greeting him. She was a perfect lady throughout the whole display, but it didn't stop the stench of fear from pouring out of her. It forced him to stop and refocus. He couldn't lose control here, and fear only did one thing for a predator, it made them want to give chase. Forcing the animal inside him down. He politely bowed his head to her. This whole arrangement is not to my satisfaction. One of his most fatal flaws, was unfortunately his brutal honesty. I'd just a soon keep hunting, but since the elders have decreed this truce, I'll follow the charade for as long as it lasts. His voice was as cold as his eyes, but the pain from his memories was still there in his eyes. He stepped to her side and began up the stairs once more, waiting for her if she didn't follow. He may not have liked the idea, but he'd keep the appearances up. His focus now was more towards maintaining control. It's nothing against you personally, but when you've been hunting someone so long, it's becomes harder to see the line that divides a person from the rest of their kind.
Thread: The Truce (Nekrosilisk88 & darkangel76)

Estella blinked several times over, her pale eyes welling slightly knowing full well that not only did she displease him but that her life ahead most definitely was going to be fraught with difficulties. This lycan wanted nothing to do with her. He had no interest in peace between their kinds. Nothing. It was almost as if he was being forced into this arrangement rather than willingly trying to stop more blood from being spilled, from saving liveslycan and vampire alike. Just... Honestly, Estella didn't know what to make of it. Slowly, she stood up, doing her best not to lose her balance as she remained on the stone steps that led back up to the cathedral. As she turned back toward the doors, her heart felt even heavier than it had before, like a lead weight that would sink to the bottom of the ocean if she'd been tossed into its inky depths. To be frank, given the way the man had spoken, she wondered if such a fate would be sweeter. Sniffling a little, Estella raised a delicate hand up to her eyes and wiped away at the tears she felt threatening to spill down her alabaster pale cheeks. All the blood she'd consumed earlier from the peasant maid had been pointless for all her nervousness had come back and in full force and then some. The words the lycan had just spoken to her had shaken her, made her realize just how much her life was about to change. And in ways she hadn't even begun to expect. Letting out a tiny sigh, she forced her feet to trudge back up the steps toward the cathedral door so that she could proceed with the inevitableher marriage. Once at the top of the stairs, Estella met her father. The elder looked saddened as his eyes gazed upon his daughter. You make a great sacrifice this night. It will not be in vain if I can help it, he stated plainly. I know, father, Estella said, trying her best to smile. Horace reached out and touched Estella's face as if to examine her. You look radiant, child. Beautiful. And not just in face. He let his hand drop to his at that moment, Estella's eyes tearing at his words. Thank you, father, Estella said, her voice wavering ever so slightly. She moved to hug the elder vampire. When she pulled away, he held out his arm for her to take. Shall we? It is time, Horace said as he prepared himself to 'give away' his half-breed daughter to a lycan who didn't want her, but for a purpose so delicate, so fragile, that he knew it must be done.
Thread: The Truce (Nekrosilisk88 & darkangel76)

Jameson sighed when he saw she wasn't coming with him. He couldn't help being what he was. He wasn't a diplomat, or even a particularly great communicator. He was a hunter. He was gruff and savage, much like the wilderness he prefered to live in. He could see how refined she was, this wasn't going to be easy in any aspect. He still had so much hatred burning in him, and a thirst for vengeance that would likely never be slaked. She was delicate and willing to make the sacrifices he was being forced into. He continued on his way to the cathedral as her father comforted her. He knew this wasn't going to last. There was no way for it to work. All this would do is give them the time they needed to regroup there forces and prepare for the conflict that would follow this brief calm. He couldn't think of any bright side to this whoel affair. At the end it would be the same as it had always been. You didn't need to be so harsh boy. Jameson looked over his shoulder and saw his father standing there. He shook his head, he had been so lost in what he was thinking that he hadn't heard the old man approach. What else would you have me do? His voice was bitter with resentment as he spoke. We all know this is pointless. She's better off knowing what I am now. I'd rather be hated for who and what I am that loved for something I'm not. You all knew I was hunter and not a diplomat when you made this choice. The cathedral was ominously silent as he entered. No comfort would be found here today. It was dark and somber. He saw thie figure of Christ suspended over the altar and couldn't help hanging his head in shame. He couldn't do the same now that had been done for him so many centuries ago. He couldn't forgive those who condemned and hated him, and he couldn't forego his own hatred for them.