#;the twisted queue

[shackledsamurai]

jxsticeisfine

   ❝Yeah. I know what I’m doing,           Prosecutor Blackquill. I can           sense that you’re lying to me.❞

             Apollo smoothened his wrist with              his hand, glaring at the prosecutor.

 ❝I may not like this, but I will find the       truth about where you’ve gone to! ❞

A light scoff was offered to the attorney draped in crimson, before Blackquill flashed that usual condescending smirk towards him, "Up to your usual parlor tricks? As I said before, where I have been is of no concern to you." 

For the briefest moment though, the Prosecutor's fists clenched: much like they had done in the past when his hands were bound by chains, ready to break them at a moment's notice. Blackquill seemed unaware of this though, as he gave a quick whistle, sending his bosom buzzard to distract Justice from his little games.

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Seemed the prosecutor was busy reading some files as he stood just outside the crime scene, scarf wrapped tightly around him to keep out the chill. Fulbright no-where to be found, the lower ranking police officers were giving Blackquill a rather wide berth: no-one really wanted to be the focus of any snide comments. Or worse, be the butt of one of his dark jokes.