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WHERE THE-- [A very long, extremely colorful string of highly explicit German curses is heard.] --HELL DID THIS TATTOO COME FROM?!

[For several minutes the sound of the prosecutor presumably throwing breakables around his apartment can be heard, along with another string of particularly creative swearing in any number of European languages, ( Read more... )

[The prosecutor's face appears, blinking irritably down at the tiny screen. He seems ruffled, with his hair messy and his cravat wrinkled, and slightly out of sorts.]

This is Miles Edgeworth, prosecuting attorney for the Los Angeles County Court System. The time is--

[He scowls, squinting at the screen and turning the device over in his hands ( Read more... )

If anyone out there still has this journal friended from the days of betrayedbyrpg, please go ahead and defriend me, as I plan on reusing this journal in the future.

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[Miles Edgeworth emerged from his room for the first time in what felt like - no, in what had been - ages, blinking into the darkness of the hallway. He glares at the darkness, face contorting in a scowl as he raises his communicator.]

What happened to the lights?

And what on earth is going on?((OMG U GAIZ: MAB LIVES! \o/ Life ate me, and I am so ( Read more... )

Hey, guys! I just wanted to drop a quick line to apologize for being so slow to tag right now. I'm only tagging a few people (mostly at the ball), but I am in the process of getting off a medication that had been prescribed to me, and so far the main effect that I'm feeling is ridiculous fatigue. Like, I am so tired and drained all the time that ( Read more... )

A ball? Is this some kind of joke?

I, for one, am certainly not feeling particularly festive.

The eerie red of the emergency light made the impenetrable shadows  even blacker than they ought to be. He couldn't see -- it was all distorted. The walls were warped, shaking and heaving, caving in on themselves and steadily closing in around him, choking him. Dark figures taunted him; urged him to jump head-first into the chaos that raged in ( Read more... )

[As usual, Edgeworth had spent the better part of his day haunting the library, perusing the dusty volumes for what little entertainment they might provide. Once his eyes had grown weary, strained after reading various small texts under weak light, he had decided to head back to his room to rest for a bit. He reached the door to the hall just as ( Read more... )