I Moderate (i_moderate) wrote in we_archive, @ 2006-06-24 19:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | dean winchester, hoban washburne, joker's trial, kyle rayner, mary-jane watson |
i_moderate The Jury (Open to those on the jury.)
Judge McRiley had the world's biggest headache. Between the trial itself and the pending end of it, his head was almost constantly protesting. His body was tense to the point that he thought he'd have to take a week off and fill it with near constant massages in order to relax his muscles.
They were so very close to the end of all of this.
He turned ot the jury and sighed heavily.
"We have heard the closing statements of the lawyers, and I believe that they have both made their cases as best could be done considering the situation at hand. I have decided to strike absolutely none of this from record, so in your deliberations, you are to take every bit of it into account. I want you to all consider long and hard what your decision will be. The results of this case will have effects on many, many people. An entire city, if you will."
He was silent for a moment, and then nodded, as if he'd made a choice. "It's unusual to do, but I'm going to request that there be no hung jury. You will have to make a decision one way or another, and I don't care how long it takes. This will not be dismissed."
McRiley banged the gavel once and stood. The bailiff couldn't do his duty, the judge left so quickly.
From: i_imagine Date: 06/24/2006 19:16:32
Kyle was sure, very sure, that some acid trip-esque dreams were in his near future, and that this trial would be the reason behind them. He'd known he'd had a valid reason for not wanting anything to do with this, he just hadn't been able to properly articulate it before the trial had started. But he had no problem doing that now.
The reason wasn't a particularly scholarly one. Rather, it was simple. This whole thing was absolutely crazy.
He couldn't really share that in the courtroom though, as the jury was just supposed to shut up and listen. And he couldn't share it now, as that would just make this whole ordeal take that much longer, and in his experience jury sequesterings already took damned long enough. Kyle was hoping they could just all agree, though he knew they probably wouldn't. He had a slight advantage over the rest of the jury (or, well, some might refer to it as a disadvantage). He knew Jack Napier, as the man was from his world after all, and his 'hero instincts' were telling him that Jack needed to be kept off the streets. Permanently. There was only one way to do that and it involved a trip to an electric chair, preferably with Jack being soaking wet.
Unfortunately, Kyle the Civilian disagreed with Kyle the Hero. Kyle the Civilian thought rehabilitation and professional help would be the best. Kyle the Civilian knew that one was technically just supposed to listen to the evidence and witnesses provided, not one's own personal experience.
Kyle the Civilian was also hungry and wanted to get out of the tiny room as soon as possible. He knew he was going to be at odds with himself during this entire thing, which made it all the more daunting. Glancing around at the rest of the people in the room he really hoped that he wasn't the only one. Or else he'd feel kind of dumb. And possibly a little overly sentimental.
With very frustrated sigh (a bad sign, as they hadn't even started deliberating yet), Kyle turned to his fellow jurors. "So?"
From: i_amaleaf Date: 06/25/2006 08:56:11
"The mans a fruitcake. He's off the deep end." Wash -- not familiar with legal proceedings of Earth That Was -- didn't see how this fact could be up for debate. "He's a loony." Saying this in all the ways that he knew how so that his meaning would not be lost on these residents of Earth That Was. "He needs to be locked up! I don't want him out there walking the streets if I am." Or if Zoe was. Although Zoe could take care of herself, could in fact probably take care of this Jack fellow in rather short order.
Wash didn't like this situation he was in. He didn't really like the authorities (they had this nasty habit of trying to arrest and or kill him) and he wanted out of this place as soon as possible.
From: i_exorcise Date: 06/25/2006 13:32:43
In all honesty, Dean couldn't have agreed more with this guy. In his own experience, people who weren't related to him were completely insane. What was really getting him was the fact that he'd just been sitting in on a trial for Jack Napier. Jack fuckin' Napier. Dean wasn't completely oblivious to pop culture. John bought let them do "normal" things every once in a while. Like going to the movie theatre. Aside from Jack Torrence, Jack Napier was the best character Jack Nicholson ever played. If you asked Dean, of course.
Now, seeing as the man in question did not, in fact, look like his favorite actor, he had the same real name, and the same fucked up, extreme antisocial personality as the character. Since meeting and figuring out who Sara was, the possibility of this nut being an illustration gone flesh and blood hardly skipped his mind. But it didn't mean that he wasn't going to have to soak it all in.
Sure he had plenty of time to do that during the trial, but he was too busy being sick at the stories that were being told. Just more proof that being are friggin insane. Turning to glance at Wash as he went on his little rant, Dean just raised an eyebrow and waited for him to be done. Once he was, he shrugged. "Yea..." This guy was kind of weird, too.
From: i_hide Date: 06/25/2006 21:10:26
"Uhh..ok."
Mary Jane walked around the table and took a seat, styrofoam cup of bad coffee held tightly in her hands. She looked over the other that had been scraped together to form this jury. She'd served before but never here, the rules seemed similar enough.
"We heard the reports, and the witnesses and the lawyers. That's what we should be talking about. Obviously this Napier isn't the picture of sanity, but he has rights. We have to decide how he's going to spend the rest of his life. Not something I'm willing to just toss out there."
From: i_imagine Date: 06/26/2006 08:27:41
Kyle agreed with the redhead. They had to consider this seriously. It was his life. Even if it was the Joker's life. The life of a man whose murders were probably in the upper hundreds by this point, if not the thousands.
At the same time, the guy with the rad hawaiian shirt was right too.
Ugh. It was going to be one of those days.
"Well, we know he's going to be locked up either way," Kyle said. He didn't think either of the lawyers had exactly been arguing for the man's freedom. "It's a matter of locked up and rehabilitated or locked up waiting for an electric shock. "
Could the Joker be rehabilitated? Kyle had no clue, and he wasn't sure whether it was fair to the public to take that chance.
"It'd be in the best interest of everyone else out on the streets if we went with the shock. Maybe."
From: i_amaleaf Date: 06/27/2006 18:46:59
Wash blinked. Oh my, they where talking about killing someone? Oh man he so should have listened to Zoe and now shown up for this… but than again he had attempted to dawdle on his way to this Jury Duty thing, and the streets had brought him promptly to the Court House. He doubted he had a choice.
Of course when a beast went mad you had to put it down. Right? Right? Wash's concinsce said no. This person was crazy but he was still a man, right? Wasn't like he was a Reaver and …
"Locked up tight? Just how tight would he be looked up? You know in my experience people have an unsettling way of dodging the authorities and getting away …" Wash should know, he was often flying the getaway vehicle.
From: i_hide Date: 06/27/2006 21:24:43
"Obviously this guy can't go around free. I think we can all agree on that at least. But..is he better off dead then maybe trying to get help?"
She shifted the coffee cup to one hand and raked back her trademark flame red locks.
"Is there anyone here who doesn't think this Jack is crazy? And if he is, what's the legal precedent here? I don't want to be a victim to this guy any more then any of you. But there's no way I want blood on my conscious unless I'm sure it's the only way."
The stack of papers and evidence photos laid in the center of the table like some looming monster waiting for them to get closer.