American Trash

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, outrun my gun. Carter's status: Jailed, awaiting trial ((Indie OC RP blog. Ace Attorney. Multi-fandom friendly.))

[rabblerauser]

wanderingmercenary replied to your post:Kai becomes a prosecutor with a detective…

She takes carter’s job

oh god hes gonna be so pissed when he hears

[wanderingmercenary]

She takes over his old office in the Prosecutor’s Building

[moneymakesitbetter]

[moneymakesitbetter]

+2

[theprinceandthethief]

“Huhhh….tha’ ain’t much help. Real worryin’….” [yeah, he’s definitely got a worried look on his face. If Blackquill, the one he’s thinking about, wasn’t here…it was entirely plausible…]

“…looked real keen on gettin’ visitors, ye did.” [he’ll comment, kind of out of nowhere.] “Figure ye don’t get tae many here, though…huh?”

[moneymakesitbetter]

“He’ll show up. Always does.”

He scoffs, although the man isn’t wrong. Carter won’t amount to it, but even he gets lonely without talking to someone who will actually talk back.

“Yeah. Nobody wants t’ visit me. They got their reasons...” 

[moneymakesitbetter]

+2

[theprinceandthethief]

“Hmmm….don’t think ye can, guy’s been in solitary as far as Ah know.” [at least….he was, the last time Bardou knew of the guy. ]

“Goes by Blackquill….don’t remember his first name. Sits in his cell all day, talkin’ tae himself? Long hair…” [he wasn’t sure to bring up the fact the guy was a necromancer or not. Might sound a little TOO wacky, to humans….]

[moneymakesitbetter]

“Simon?”

Carter furrows his brow. Last time he could remember seeing the man, he was whining to him about being in jail. Simon was the free one. Fleeting thoughts of colliding universes fail to hold his interest before he stares back at the man before him.

“Yeah, I...I dunno ‘bout Simon,” he mumbles. “He’s...probably around, I got nothin’.”

[moneymakesitbetter]

+2

[theprinceandthethief]

“…Ah were lookin’ fer someone else, but…hey, maybe ye can help me, if yer sae keen on talkin’ tae people.” [the man before Carter was quite tall, and of course he’d probably note the non -human features to him; his ears and tail, mainly. But he looked like he had a purpose here, anyways. He leans against the wall for now, crossing his arms.]

“How familiar are ye with everyone in this place, huh? Lookin’ fer an inmate, can’t seem tae find him.”

[moneymakesitbetter]

Oh, great, another wolfy. Just what I need. He narrows his eyes in response, leaning his elbows onto the table before him.

“I’ve been in here for a while. Know most of th’ people in here, fer whatever reason.” Carter leers at the man, scanning his form. His stature only makes him feel smaller, sitting at the cold table behind the glass. “You gotta name fer your guy? Maybe I can smoke ‘im out.”

[eclairegrey]

The green haired woman pulled out a notebook and pen. “May I ask what you’re in for? What’s the sentance? How are you treated here? The worst part of jail?”

[moneymakesitbetter]

Now this is a new one. Someone who hasn’t heard of what he’s done. This oughta be good.

“15 years for abuse and attempted murder. Real lucky I got out with that little.” He scoffs, folding his arms over his chest. “It ain’t horrible. Boring, if anythin’. Did get my hair chopped off, but that’s minor.”

[eclairegrey]

“My name is Claire Grey. I work with the local news station, could I ask you a few questions…?”

[moneymakesitbetter]

“...sure. Make it quick, I gotta go waste more time in my cell.”

[moneymakesitbetter]

eclairegrey liked for a starter

“Well, well, well... Don’ believe we’ve met.

Why’re you visitin’ a stranger?”

[moneymakesitbetter]

+2

theprinceandthethief, loathesomesinners started following you

“People!! Holy crap!

Thought I was done wit’ the visitors for the day...”

[moneymakesitbetter]

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[moneymakesitbetter]

“Really? So nobody wants t’ fight now?

Th’ first weeks of jail, all you guys wanted t’ yell...now what do I look forward to.”

[moneymakesitbetter]

//i’m returning. like for a starter?

[garounthropy]

[ Seluna crosses her arms on her chest, letting out a faint growl, as if she’s trying to chase away the vague sense of pity she’s starting to feel for him because of his self-deprecation. It doesn’t matter how much she hates someone, she will always worry. ]

“Francis is– alright.” [ She hesitates a little, knowing way too well that her friend’s mental health is fragile as for now. ] “He even got worried for you when people started getting on your case.”

[moneymakesitbetter]

“Rrrreally?” he purrs. He leans onto the table before him, leering at her from behind the glass. “Worried about me? So am I gettin’ outta jail, or is there more news that’s even more stupid?”

Carter knows Francis is the last person who would worry about him. Hell, for all he knows, the man is on victory road. Red eyes narrow at Seluna; she can’t hurt him behind the barrier. 

“What d’you know about ‘im? What’s he sayin’? Make any hospital visits lately?”

[moneymakesitbetter]

//i’m returning. like for a starter?

[moneymakesitbetter]

+3 have come to visit

[tartarisimia-archive-deactivate]

"I know what you mean," Brief mumbled under his breath, but then shook his head. "She doesn’t sound too great. I- I mean, even if you’re not friends I’d think she’d at least be supposed to cooperate with you. What do you do, anyways?"

He really couldn’t come up with any occupation where someone would need a whip, except maybe bull fighting, but Carter didn’t really look like much of a bull fighter. Not to him, at least. Even police didn’t use whips. Weren’t those usually used for misbehaving animals?

[moneymakesitbetter]

"...yer gonna laugh." Carter tilts his head against his pointer finger, chuckling at his own expense. "I work fer the law. Prosecuting attorney. She's one o'them too." Attorneys are colorful characters, even without the oddball witnesses. Hard to believe how often he forgets, although it won't matter if he's out of a job.

"She...ain't got no business with a whip, honestly. I dunno why she's got it. Got somethin' t'do with pride, I 'unno."

[inboxideas]

What drew you to my OC?

There are tons out there, so tell me what you liked about mine.

[rubrumumbra-deactivated20190406]

They asked me about aliens. I know some but I ain’t an expert.

I’m Yomiel anyway.

[moneymakesitbetter]

Yomiel? Where have I heard that name...?

"Alright, alright. I... I'm Cater. Yeah."

...y'know some about aliens? What else are people keepin' from me?"

[garounthropy]

If you haven’t done anything then why should karma beat you so hard?

- She’d laugh, but the mention of a whip brings back sudden unpleasant memories. Seluna knows he’s talking about Franziska Von Karma and she can’t say of liking much that lady. -

You look better with short hair though, just saying.

[moneymakesitbetter]

Vanity gets the best of him. In the moment, Carter manages to feel (and attempt to look) more like himself, but it deflates as her sarcasm catches up to him.

"Yeh, whatever. Bet yer all happy t' see me down like this, huh? All...broken in the face an' the eyes?"

He smirks at his own deprecation until it turns into spite.

"So how's Frank doin'?"