[IC - Open] Trial Decision

[americasempire]

[So, it had been decided. The trial for Khalid Shaikh Mohammed, the self-proclaimed mastermind behind the attacks of September 11th, 2001, would be held in Guantanamo Bay, in a military court. Despite the Attorney General's wishes for the trial to be held in a civilian court in New York, the opposition had gotten their way. Again[If you were to

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[spurslikestars]

[During New York's prolong absences from Hammerspace, Texas had gotten in the habit of walking through the hallway with his room a couple of times a day. He didn't see the need to stop after New York was back, so he kept doing it.]

[But, man, oh man, is he surprised to hear all that banging. And the yelling. And- what the hell was going on in New York's room?!]

[Texas launched into a sprint, thinking that maybe the other was being attacked or- Hell, he didn't know, he just had to get there. He flung the door open and stepped inside, one hand on his revolver, ready to draw.]

Michael!

[americasempire]

[At that precise moment Texas barged in, a poor lamp's fate had been decided. New York had it in his left hand, and chucked it at the wall. And this was no light throw; that was his baseball throwing arm, and he was using all of his strength against this poor little lamp. Which had no chance, and shattered upon impact.]

[The whole room was a mess. Bed upturned, glass shards all over the floor, dressers completely messed with...yes, the only things in the room that remained unscathed from New York's wrath had been his violin and his laptop. And everything he had yet to find.]

[He turned to Texas, panting like he had just run a mile or two, eyes flaring despite that it was his boyfriend standing in the doorway.]

What?!

[spurslikestars]

[Texas took a second to assess this situation. New York was alone. His room was a disaster area. He had thrown a lamp at the wall. Something was wrong.]

[His hand left his gun. He stepped into the room quickly and closed the door behind him.]

What happened- What's wrong?!

[americasempire]

That prick, Washington D.C. and his bitch bosses, that's what's fucking wrong!

[New York's voice was only getting louder, faster, and more accented as he yelled. He punched the wall in frustration, not for the first time, looking at said wall's condition, and the condition of his hand, with knuckles slightly bleeding.]

[shutupdc]

[Despite listening to music loudly sometimes Meri has pretty good hearing. Crashes normally mean something bad is going on so she knocks on the door.]

I-Is everything alright in there?

[americasempire]

[New York had half a mind to ignore whoever just knocked on his door, but he did hear that soft voice, and immediately knew who it was. Knowing that he shouldn't...freak out too much in front of Meri, despite how infuriated he was, he took a deep breath as he stepped toward the door and opened it. But he only opened it enough so that he could fit between the door and the frame, not wanting her to see the mess that was his room.]

...Everything's fine, Meri.

[shutupdc]

[Sighs in relief until she sees his face.]

Did something break?

[americasempire]

...I dropped a glass.

[His answer is too blunt, a little out of the ordinary for him. Plus, a glass? Really New York? That was the best you could come up with?]