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@advictorem
❝ I never lost a case I should have won, but I won nearly all the cases I should have lost. ❞
𝐚𝐝 𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐦. original character roleplay blog for vincent "jack" vanderbilt, a defense attorney on a winning streak. sideblog to @sinsolucion. same rules apply; non - mutuals welcome. info brief.
...perhaps he was mistaken, seldom that may be. had confidence not been his forte, he would relent, assuming this man's identity otherwise of no intrigue. still, he entertains the notion of an erroneous supposition with a brief turn of head, giving glance towards the ascended podium overlooking the court, where another had taken seat.
well then — incorrect after all, albeit in title alone. lavender eyes narrow, as if his very glance could part the dark strands obscuring identification. ❝ but... you are… ❞ his words wilt where they stand, mouth ajar amidst contemplation. ( who are we, if not our appellations? ) ❝ ...fine, ❞ should it please this peculiar personality, he would speak only of the corpse, the body of the hour.
...at least, until session's end, where jack made haste, hoping to blindside the mortician once more in private, the man's nerves be damned. ❝ ... i did not think i would ever see you behind the stand—the witness stand—jekyll. ❞
﹙ @nildejure ⎯⎯ ✎ ﹚
Contempt is heard in the consonants of most languages, or how the voice takes a whimsical, mocking tone. Beneath many corporate shoes are the shills and monkey suits that barely think to try and raise their head, and their spines have long bent out of fear.
His chin lifts. Unfortunately, he can't grow a few inches with a bit of boldness alone; though heeled shoes are a statement piece.
" For my career-?" Hands clasp, a thin smile that could waver as easily as the twitch in his brow. " You clearly haven't heard what Justice has been up to." Now, this he chuckles to himself at what he perceives is clever ambiguity, his straightened shoulders and raised brow are egregiously displayed. To let that fly out of his mouth without stuttering like he used to, now that was a victory worth preening over later.
" I'd even bet ten percent of the proceeds that we have a victory within the second day. I'm sure you've seen the payout for wrongful death cases."
a sisyphean task, dashing the venomous ooze seeping from his crevices of his sneer. ❝ how... ❞ ( precious. ) ❝ ...noble of you. i will take this declaration as your wholehearted support for taking on this case. why, i've even prepared the substitution of attorney document for you, ❞ a shrug of enlightened shoulder slides the messenger bag into a position of easier access, allowing for a manilla folder's quick retrieval and subsequent shove into apollo's palms.
❝ perhaps i will in fact learn from this... find out just what justice has in store. i eagerly await the magnificent turnabout your agency is so known for, and i anticipate owing you that ten percent if you are even half as competent as you are confident. ❞ a loss, as impossible as he knew it to be, would not be of consequence with his comfortable wealth; instead, he would contemplate what to do with this youthful attorney's share. ( and even more so, contemplate however would apollo pay him? )
‹ ... Just finished polishing off his coffee, too. Excellent timing! As the other man led with his request and followed in with his body moments later, the detective had already stood upright to greet his new potential client. The man was well-dressed, perhaps a little moreso than the detective at first glance ( for the detective's shirt ran a button or two lower than it really should have ) and right to the point. Good signs in a client, but could also be the telltale signs of a person who was all airs before manners. ›
❝ A simple enough idea on the surface, ❞ ‹ Shuuji would reply with a grin towards the other. › ❝ What's your name, before we get into the nitty gritty? Just so I'm not just constantly calling you "sir" throughout this. ❞
a simple lift of brow — however innocent, peculiar, and small it may be — quietly inquires on the necessity of names. after all, was "sir" not fitting for someone you worked for — not with? a slow, tempered smile curves the lips of pale skin. ❝ call me jack, ❞ he offers, hand extended. ❝ and it is indeed simple to say: you see, my client is being accused of murder, ❞ of which jack was willing to bet his father's life ( a gamble of no consequence to him ) that they had committed in truth. ❝ and is not the... fan favorite of their town, i will say. many will not talk to me, as their defense. but i imagine your good nature may provide better results. ❞
— 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑 !
ORANGE. you'll have to let go of it someday, you know that, don't you? don't be afraid of that. it's something that has to happen, just as troubles will be forgiven, actions will be remembered, and just as the time will pass regardless of whether you are taking a step forward, or back. you've got a strong personality, and i admire you for that, along with your lack of hesitation when finding an answer for yourself and for what you want to do.
knowing what you want in life is very important, and although it's good that you know that, it's also important to consider what other people want in life, too. you're bright, and you're fiery, and emotions are something that you feel a bit too much of sometimes, but I understand. don't lose yourself in the path of moving forward, or you'll end up right back at the start.
tagged: @kagoshou xoxo <3
"what do you want me to do?" solitary ring brushes briefly against his own mug's rim as he retrieves it, abundantly refilled, from the break room's coffee machine. "pound that kind of self-awareness into him with good, old-fashioned ceramic? even pedagogy has its limits. sometimes you gotta let kids reach for the stove top and allow them to get burned."
behind the rim of his mug is a smug smirk, sharpening the right edge of his lip. ❝ oh, well, if you're offering, i got a decently sized sculpture i've been meaning to get rid of. ❞ it wasn't to his tastes, and his father knew this well when it was sent. ❝ with his track record, i don't think a mere burn will do. i was hoping you would frighten him a tad. i gave it my best shot, but he is sure that i can bring him freedom. i'm not even sure what my lunch'll be, let alone that. ❞
❝ an excellent display, ❞ he applauds, three fingers rhythmically meeting the palm of his left hand as he stands over his ( mayhap former ) client and the officer that took him down. ❝ a nine out of ten; point deducted only because the clown yet breathes. ❞ crouching to loom closer, he sighs. ❝ what kind of moron flees on bail that was barely granted to them? unless the jury is catatonic and you personally handwrite their verdict, you'll be likely to spend your twilight years squinting through an obligatory barred window. ❞
with that, he offers a sympathetic smile towards ray. ❝ good work, sir. i'm sorry this guy thought himself capable of escape. ❞ and even sorrier for his back: truly the police department in this district deserved the doping rumor he's heard. had he taken another route in life, perhaps he would have been badgering them to admit it for the press.
@bloodxhound // short welcome starter.
A familiar scoff precedes the opening of floodgates. "Look, man, I'm going to be honest with you--this is probably the stupidest issue I've had to call you for, but oh well, I guess the cops like busting your balls. They wanna DEPORT me for setting off fireworks that aren't even mine, but since I was there with my bUdDiEs, it's my fault!"
❝ your balls, ❞ he corrects, peering over the rim of his mug for even an ounce of introspection ( perhaps he asked too much of the young and dumb ). ❝ unfortunately, i lack the experience you seem to have, as mine are quite fine, thank you. ❞ with that, a hand extends slowly across rosewood to retrieve his midori notebook, alongside a fountain pen that taps idly along airy, cotton pulp pages.
❝ now... presumably, your citizenship isn't in question, so i doubt we need to worry about that, but i do need more information on the event. your presence can be quite damning. did you set off any? ❞ his inquiry has a lingering bite, a snake willing to lunge should a lie attempt to placate his palate.
Oh, this was... just peachy, the peachiest on the tree in L.A., dying because of the heat and limited water. And there was the standing cause himself, drying any positivity out of the air with his thinly veiled disgust. Sure, Apollo liked to pride himself as a man representing the WAA's reputation,and being the only lawyer there not to be suspected in a case, it felt pretty solid. But now this new gaze feels like it's going to turn him into a dust mote if he stays within the line of sight. Somewhere out there, it feels like there's a word or phrase for someone turning a conversation so badly that you're somehow their newest victim. Either way.
"We've had cases that seemed pretty set for results... You'd be surprised how much you find out in a single day." His grip on the folder is light, tenative, like his acceptance while he chances looking over this unimpressed pencil-pusher.(Not unlike himself.)
"Though, this is the most obtuse way someone's asked for help- If you're seeking cooperation with ...." The name isn't far from a glance down. "Mr. Dunnit, I'm sure he wouldn't mind another pair of eyes on his case."
youthful optimism was to be admired while it lasted, before the roots of realism strangled its last breath. for that reason, his smile grew, tickling the corners of his eyes ever so slightly. ❝ so i've heard. your little agency here feels like a fitting home for this case. ❞ a good graveyard, if anything.
tucking his hands within pockets of entwining forearms sprawled along his chest, jack allows himself a muted chuckle. ❝ oh, i'm not asking for help. ❞ he would not confess that this was below his paygrade, but gods be damned if this greenhorn thought he required assistance. ❝ i will not be pursuing this case any further, but i believe i saw that this facility will take any on. i feel it could be beneficial to your career in the distant future to get more trials under your belts. ❞
it took only a moment for him to replace 'wins' with 'trials'. what was his norm may not be this rookie's.
➜ ( general information )
full name : vincent jacques vanderbilt.
nicknames : jack. he doesn't like bastardizations of his first name.
age : thirty - eight.
date of birth : july 26th.
nationality : american.
occupation : defense attorney at a partnered law firm.
sexuality : he can't keep a partner long enough to know for sure.
➜ ( appearance )
face claim : duke leviathan zebert from "the youngest hides a lot of things".
height : 6'0".
hair colour : black.
eye colour : purple.
distinguishing features : you couldn't pick him out from a crowd, but he does dress nicely. pretty narrow, average build.
➜ ( background information )
hometown : salt lake city, utah.
current residence : bel air, los angeles.
education level : summa cum laude at yale university's law school.
father & mother : a neurosurgeon father, an anesthesiologist mother. he does not keep much contact.
❝ vace. ❞ long had jack moved beyond professionalism with this particular frequent flyer. there were less syllables, therefore less time wasted, in getting to the point on a first name basis. ❝ what did you 'allegedly' do now? ❞
@privateerings // short welcome starter.
❝ if someone breaks the law, you do what you can to correct him. if he can't be corrected, if he does it again, then he is incorrigible and you have only one choice: you have him killed. ❞
' behavior like that will put you on santa's naughty list. '
❝ you seem personally acquainted. do me a solid and put in a good word for me. ❞ his propensity for relieving criminals from cages be damned — never would he ever accept coal in his stocking. his father granted him worse in earlier years, books that hinted to the corrupt nature of attorneys, followed by universities that held the most prestigious medical programs. was that not punishment enough?
sipping spiked eggnog from a hearty mug, a milk - like mustache coated his bare upper lip. ❝ i even brought donuts for everyone. i think i'm quite nice this year. ❞ dozens sit open for any to peruse, though his personal favorite ( lemon sufganiyots ) were quite obviously missing from the various boxes left, their spot unfilled by any other flavor. not the nicest behavior.
WINTER-THEMED PROMPTS FOR THE HOLIDAY SEASON * random assortment of holiday and winter themed lines that i came up with on the spot, adjust as necessary
this is just like that hallmark movie we watched.
can you stop quoting that horrible hallmark movie?
i am never watching a movie with you again.
come kiss me under the mistletoe.
i didn't realize it was going to be this cold. maybe i should go grab my jacket.
how do you plan on celebrating the new year?
have you ever made a snow angel?
well, don't you look festive!
i already bought your present this year.
could you help me hang this? i can't reach.
maybe we should turn the lights down low.
i'm really not a fan of the colder months.
i might need your help this year.
will you stay up with me to watch the ball drop?
that's not how we celebrate where i'm from.
i'll teach you all the family traditions.
we're getting everyone together for a big dinner!
how much time did you take off from work?
you sound congested. are you coming down with something?
that's the worst snowman i have ever seen.
i'm making hot cocoa. you want one?
i think we just lost power.
oh no. you are not getting me sick.
that's the ugliest sweater i have ever seen.
there's nothing to celebrate.
your singing is atrocious.
make that your new year's resolution.
come sit with me? it's nice and warm over here.
how does the song go? the weather outside is frightful...
the holidays were never very happy for me.
can we just plan for a night in? just the two of us?
i don't do well at parties.
are you expecting a white christmas this year?
behavior like that will put you on santa's naughty list.
if you put on another hallmark christmas movie, i will scream.
this is the season for giving, you know.
i could use some help scraping all this snow off my car.
the last time we went out for a walk in weather like this, you pushed me into a snowbank.
i still haven't forgiven you for hitting me in the head with a snowball.
it's supposed to get even colder tonight.
want to snuggle up by the fire with me?
this holiday means a lot to me.
i'd love to celebrate with you this year.
don't worry. i'll make all the food.
i'm having company over tonight.
your hands are freezing! let me warm them up.
i prefer sinatra's christmas songs, personally.
do you celebrate anything this time of year?
did your family have any holiday traditions growing up?
do you put up a real tree or a fake one?
we're going to my favorite chinese restaurant. it's basically tradition at this point.
i guess this means we're snowed in.
we should share a bed. you know. for warmth.
if you start getting cold, you could come sit by me.
personally, i understand where scrooge is coming from.
what's your favorite movie to watch this time of year?
we're going to cook one of my favorite meals.
the house smells incredible.
what are you doing new year's eve?
would you celebrate it? with me?
if the polar express showed up at your doorstep, would you hop on?
it's starting to snow.
while i finish this up, would you light the fire?
tell me about your holiday traditions.
is this colder than you're used to?
you didn't have to get me anything.
i thought we weren't exchanging gifts this year.
think i spotted some mistletoe in the hallway back there.
❝ you're welcome to it, truly. ❞ the "offer" of a new case, protruded out between two disgusted pinched fingers like a garbage bag sopping wet at its bottom, is bequeathed with no fanfare. ❝ if you're that eager for work, who am i to stop you? justice is your name, after all. ❞ the slight fold mirrored upon jack's lips fails to meet his eyes. ❝ you may have more luck than i proving this idiot unintentionally, or so he claims, veered into the sidewalk and struck a woman and her baby. i'm sure he's counting his blessings it's not homicide. less so that it was his ex - wife. ❞
@lovethisheart // short welcome starter.
a crisp white dress shirt, toffee - brown cotton chinos, cognac sorrento lux oxfords — the works. a deep navy, woolen blazer ensures comfort while retaining an air of proficiency. the visage follows a voice that beckoned the titular detective's presence before even stepping foot into the office proper. ❝ shuuji koda? i seek your services, particularly in locating witnesses for my client. ❞
@kodapi // short welcome starter.
❝ it doesn't look good for him. ❞ a hint of vanilla billows from his sigh, drifting along the steam wafting from a plain brown mug. ❝ a plea bargain would be far faster, less debasing, but he won't hear any of it. next roast's on me if you can make my defendant see sense. ❞
@kagoshou // short welcome starter.
