#thread: freedom

[the-forgotten-stars]

Freedom

❂ starter for @cherryflavored-vigilante ❂

After trying several vendors and even a few strangers off the street, Penny was starting to give up hope that anyone in this little town spoke any English. It was really something she should have considered before ditching her phone and hopping on the first international flight she could find, but there wasn't much time to consider while she was in the process of fleeing the country. She really wasn't even entirely sure where she was, other than somewhere in Mexico, in a town where she couldn't understand anything anyone was saying.

"Sir, excuse me," she started meekly as she approached yet another man selling hats. He only looked down at her, confused. "Do you speak English?"

The vendor shook his head. "No señorita, lo siento. No ingles."

Penny sighed and nodded, trying not to get discouraged. "No, okay. Thanks." She paused here, glancing up the street, at a loss for what to try next.

[theburgermaster-a]

Freedom (closed RP with Godct)

@godct

She still remembered the day clearly. The day that Phoenix Wright had taken up Diego Armando’s defense in a trial following that of her cousin’s. With an “expertly” crafted argument about his motives behind the death of Misty Fey, and Maya had willingly stood up as a witness to explain that he saved her life that night. Everything he did was for her protection. 

With that testimony in mind, the judge gave Diego a 10 year sentence with parole, rather than sending him to prison for the rest of his life. This was better than Maya and Nick ever could have hoped for. 

And finally the day had come. Maya had grossly overpaid for information about Diego’s potential release date, and finally was granted the information she desired. He had already done so much for her, and the last ten years had been because of what he did for her. She would not let him walk out on his own, not on such a big day. He was more than likely expecting for no one to be there to greet him, which is why Maya’s presence would be that much more of a surprise.

She stood outside the gate to the prison exit, her two year old daughter balanced on her hip. She had been told that Diego was going to be processed for release around 11AM or so, but it was now close to 1PM and still no sign of him. Had she gone to the wrong entrance? No...wait. The door was opening! A huge grin broke out on her face when she saw who was coming through the door. 

“Diego!” she called excitedly, jogging over to the edge of the gate as it slid open.