Who: Anastasiya Borodinskii When: About 3 pm, Friday May 21st 2010 Where: A court room at an undisclosed location. What: Spacey Ana can't make heads or tails of court room proceedings, and neither can anyone else of her. Rating: Uhhhh. No idea. Solid 'C' for crazy?
By anyone's calendar it'd been about two months since Ana had landed herself in jail. Two very long months in which she'd had no one else to talk to except her cell mate who never talked back so it was mostly just Ana talking to herself. The guards basically pretended like she didn't exist, something about her steady stare and nonsensical conversation pieces weirded them out. Recently they'd moved her to a cell by herself closer to Sam, and late at night they'd been able to speak to each other in whispers that kept Ana from leaving her mental plane all together. Having been making her way as a tea shop clerk and a part-time training expert and analyst for CORE before her days as a jail bird, Ana wasn't made of money, but some pretty boy lawyer named Peter Reed had taken pity on her case. Said something about having a load of money to waste and she seemed like a pretty easy one, Ana hadn't exactly been listening because she'd been too transfixed by the line of his jaw.
Whispers on the inside told her that this Peter Reed had until recently been imprisoned himself for falsely accused CORE dealings, and was now making sure that CORE members still in prison got the fairest trials they could. Prince Charming, CORE's personal savior? Who would have thought. This was how Ana found herself in a court room on this particular Friday afternoon. Honestly, she preferred her cell, she didn't like the feeling of being in a gigantic fish bowl with millions of faces staring in at you. The Hatter didn't like it either. She was sitting primly and properly on the stand, pretty as a picture in her prison get-up, her curly hair wild around her face as she stared out blankly at her audience. The prosecutor had asked her something that went right over her head and she'd let it sit there, focusing her attention on a squirrelly man in the front row of the Jury that got even squirmier the longer Ana stared at him.
"I asked you a question, Ms. Borodinskii. Would you like me to repeat it? Again."
The prosecutor was snide and Ana turned her head the tiniest bit to glare daggers at him, though she remained stubbornly silent for a few long moments after he repeated himself. "Is it true you were involved in CORE's infiltration of the Agency some months ago?"
"Doorknob: Read the directions and directly you will be directed in the right direction." Ana smiled sweetly at him, switching her legs so that the left one was now crossed over the right. Just because she had a fancy lawyer didn't mean she had to make anyone's job easier, even if that meant she'd be staying in jail longer. Ana Borodinskii didn't make all the sense in the world.
The nameless, slightly overweight prosecutioner sighed in exasperation, this has been going on for over an hour. The lunatic's lawyer had already gotten up to spin his bit for the court room, he'd even gone so far as to officially put in a plea for temporary insanity. From the way this girl was acting, and the nervous looks being passed through the audience, that might actually fly with this jury. Like hell if he was going to let that happen, all of CORE's scum deserved to be locked up for good, including the Prince who'd managed to escape virtually unscathed. Infuriating. "You were a computer analyst for CORE, were you not? We have your name down her in the late Caleb Dowell's records as one, working under Elliot Peabody who is also in our custody. We know you did work for CORE while the Agency was in your organization's hands."
Ana seemed to ponder this for a moment, tapping her index finger against her chin before looking out at the other people in the room, not even bothering to address the man in front of her. "If you know that, then why bother asking? You know, if I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense too. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn't be. And what it wouldn't be, it would. You see? ... No. I don't suppose you do."
Her lawyer was all but palming his face in the corner and Ana couldn't keep the grin back any longer as the prosecutor lost his cool, red faced and invading her personal bubble as he jabbed a finger in her general direction. "You know a lot of Agency workers paid the price for that, even died for it, how does it feel to know that you were working for people, for killers. And you, guilty by association. Are you still going to sit there and plead 'not guilty'?"
Ana didn't care. Those guilt trips didn't work on her, she'd never done anything that could be construed as her helping to commit murder. Well, unless you're counting all those toxins and weapons she'd helped Elliot make in his lab. She missed Elliot, and hoped that he was doing alright. As for this trial, it was already boring her, and her face relaxed back into that spaced out glaze as the Hatter took over and let Ana rest for awhile. "Alice falls down the rabbit hole and her dress poofs up like a parachute. .... Well, after this I should think nothing of falling down stairs."
It may be an even longer incarceration for the both of them yet.