Ducky
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Congrats on the character + drawing, yo.
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Heckie woke up to sunlight coming through the window. Most of the house’s residents seemed to still be out, but Nova seemed to be introducing yet another new addition to the team. He wondered if he, too, joined out of necessity. Maybe he, too, was alarmed by the extremely… welcoming… arms of the Outsiders.
He pulled his face out of his laptop keyboard and deleted the several lines’ worth of “gfffffffffffffhffhhfhfhfffffffffffhfhhhhhhhh” that had appeared on his laptop screen.
And, of course, he had about half an hour to get to class. Not enough time for a mug. He’d have to do this class with a headache.
Still, he started the pot brewing for the others.
“Gotta dash, Nova,” he said, making for the door. “There’s a post-it with my number on the back of my laptop if you need anything. Text, don’t call.”
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A Memo:
Today, I will speak to Blair. I believe I can convince him to help us. After all, we’re not asking him to hurt his new friends – only to contain their destruction.
It would be rude to interrupt his class though. I can wait a few hours.
-Administrator Yannic, Florida Department of Transhuman Affairs.
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Heck got back to work on his paper. If it was a research paper, he’d need… Maybe records of different court cases? He could study the jurors and see how various factors – race, age, gender, income – affected their rulings.
But by now it was late, and it had been a long day. Coffee was not enough to stave off sleep, so sleep he did, right there at the kitchen table.
(OOC: I did some research and with Bones’ mention of once living in Miami, I’m starting to think this is set somewhere in Florida. Can I recommend the northern edge of Lakeland, as they have a law school <i>and</i> a huge forest just north of town?)
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Heck looked up from his laptop as Dakota entered the building. “Hey, Fluff,” he said. “You’re not looking too good. When was the last time you slept?”
This statement also functioned as a summary of why Heckie shouldn’t have been allowed to speak to anyone.
Ever.
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Heckie took a seat at the kitchen table and opened his laptop.
“Yeah,” he said into his phone. “It’s free.”
A paper on correct usage of peremptory challenge. How was he supposed to write a full research paper on that?
“No, no strings attached. They’re just some weirdos who have a house for some reason.”
He could probably get some mileage out of the discussion of traits that don’t disqualify a juror, but make them a poor choice to support your candidate.
“No, no, nothing like that. No it’s not a brothel!”
Honestly, this paper would seem a lot easier to stretch out if the core concepts didn’t feel like second nature to him. All the Saranac wouldn’t cure that.
“Yeah, no, just some ordinary folks who own a house. Not sure how they can afford a house but right now I don’t have a fat enough wallet to ask questions.”
Depending on state law, you get a limited number of peremptory challenges. No reason asked, no reason given, juror is replaced.
“Yeah, no, trust me, this isn’t going to interfere with our get-togethers.”
You should use these sparingly, because they’re valuable and you don’t have many.
“I appreciate it, Gears.”
Mr. Blair, can you name a reason you, as a defendant, might want to use a peremptory challenge?
Er.. The juror is… Ah… From a different demographic, and a same-demographic juror would better sympathize with your client?
He pocketed his phone, and finished his mug of coffee. This paper was most definitely not going to write itself.
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Heck looked on with interest. He’d never fancied himself a user of weapons – the spoken word was his number one tool. Still, it would a unique experience to see someone at their trade.
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“Alright, I won’t push it. I was planning on doing my best to keep my nose out of you guys’ business anyways. Still, whatever happened with you two doesn’t seem to have left you full of good cheer.”
Heck thought for a minute.
“How do we cheer you guys up?”
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“So, before someone else shows up to hear what you have to say, where is he? Did he split town on us?”
Heck handed Nova a mug of coffee. “Everyone’s a better liar when they’re buzzing,” he said, gulping down a mouthful out of his own cup.
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“Easy there,” Heck said. “I’m not here to play the weird games the rest of the people around here play. Just think you should know that you need to learn to have a story ready before you try to tell it.”
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“Alright. How do you take it?” Heck said, pouring a mug for Nova. He probably shouldn’t have been serving coffee to a thirteen-year-old, but it’s not like his alcohol consumption was in any way legal.
“By the way,” he said, “I’m going to school to be a lawyer, for goodness sake. If you think I haven’t practiced to be able to tell when someone’s lying, think again.”
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“Don’t look at me, man, you guys probably spend more time hiding bodies than I ever will,” Heck said. “Where did they even come from? Besides, what’s he doing training if he lost a hand?”
The coffee machine beeped in the other room.
“You look like you could use some caffeine in your system,” he said to Nova. “Wherever you went, must’ve been a hell of a trip.”
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“So where’d he go?” Heck asked. “Why’d he leave this here?”
His new friends didn’t make much sense to him.
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“Bones is the spooky guy, right?” Heck asked. “Wait, his hand? Is he alright?”
(OOC: It hurts me to write a post this short but I don’t really know what else to say. Sorry!)
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Heck gathered the bones, using one of their ribcages as a basket. “Is this a common occurrence around here?” He asked while they worked. “How do you guys get any sleep?”
As they finished, he looked down at all of the skeletal pieces he was holding. “Why am I taking this in stride?” He asked Nova.
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Heck got up and started brewing some coffee, despite the late hours. He preferred to buy, but now was a bad time to go out, and these jokers both looked like they could use some caffeine.
“What’d you do?” He asked as he fiddled with the machine.
Nova requested his help from the doorway.
“Yeah, I’ll be right after you. Let me just start the pot brewing.” Finally, he found the filter paper and got the machine prepared. Tonight was definitely a ‘strong brew’ night.
“Alright,” he said as the machine heated up. “Where to?”