DETECTIVE/LAWYER, WELL, ER- | cabbageconsumingdetective
He hadn't been to a trial in months. For some reason he didn't have any motive to go--even though he would have been pursuing at least some kind of justice. Maybe it was because this law system (in his mind) was not fair. Or maybe it was because he simply didn't feel the need to anymore.
With a long, dragged out sigh--he sat on a bench and rubbed his hands together. It was getting colder...(Maybe I should invest my Mono-whatevers in some scarves and hand warmers...)
He closed his eyes and thought about how quiet it was. Maybe he was going to get murdered? It was crazily quiet for a Monday.
...
CRASH!
"So much for peace and quiet," Phoenix muttered underneath his breath as he turned around. When he turned around, he saw a man in a suit (similar to his, but black) fallen over. It looked like he had been pushed down, but no one was there. (Huh.)
The former defense approached the fallen down stranger and extended a hand. "Are you alright?" he said in a concerned tone.
