[SCENE] Ron and Phoenix in "Phoenix can solve all of Desirée's problems!"
((Note: The result of Desirée begging Phoenix to help her get Ron out of jail.))
Phoenix: *late one morning, after sending Trucy off to school and milling about at home, Phoenix hops on the lovely L.A. public transit system and heads over to Calmwood Minimum Security Facility. He checks in at the entrance, noting the relaxed environment-- he's never been to one of these places, after all--as he's led by a friendly female guard towards one of the visitation rooms*
Ron: *The room is actually a visitation room instead of a cleared out conjugal visiting room. The decor is plain, yet somehow far more inviting than Bloodspill's. Instead of a boring table and plain plastic chairs, there's a coffee table and two recliners. It almost looks like they stole the set from a Starbuck's. The female guard leaves and closes the door, but before she does, she gives Phoenix a complimentary piece of mint chocolate.*
Phoenix: *just... stares at the chocolate for a good minute, in disbelief-- he picks it up, unwraps it-- sniffs at it, sets it back down... then spends the time examining the rest of the objects in the room before he takes a seat on one of the recliners. It's comfy, and he moves about somewhat, until he reaches a nice and comfortable angle*
Ron: *Not too long after Phoenix is left alone, Ron comes in through the other door. His face brightens when he sees him. When he speaks, he's all too cheerful-sounding for a guy who's been incarcerated for about 15 days.* Mr. Wright! Hello! *he comes in and sits down in the recliner opposite to him*
Phoenix: Ron... hey. *stares at the man--whatever Phoenix had been expecting, this clearly isn't it* Looks like you've been... well?
Ron: *a single nod* Yes! It's surprisingly nice here, actually. You know how when you're living in a big city, sometimes you just want to leave it all behind and get away for a while? It's been like that. Have you ever given it a try?
Phoenix: ... No, not really. *stops, considering* Well, I've been wanting to visit my girlfriend up in the mountains for quite a while, but that isn't exactly the same thing as this. *shakes his head* I can't believe you actually...
Ron: *boasts* That's right. I stepped up and voluntarily served time in jail for thievery -- like I should have, long ago! Um. I should be in prison for that not jail, but... regardless. *leans forward in his seat, clutching the armrests in suspense* W-well? What do you think?
Phoenix: ......Hmm. Well, it was... *pauses--he knew this was coming, but still* It was... really spirited. I'm amazed you took the initiative to do that, really. *doubtfully* You really didn't have to, you know?
Ron: Even if I didn't have to... I wanted to! *his eyes have a spark to them* I couldn't go on knowing you had no respect for me... Not when you fought so hard in that courtroom for me.
Phoenix: *looks openly ashamed* You wanted to apply as a guard at the prison though, didn't you? I don't know how good your chances are, after this. ..... *he quiets down somewhat* If you were aware of that at the time you formed your plan... I do respect you for that, Ron. *and he actually looks earnest about this, too*
Ron: Um. Yes... about that. *sits up straight with hands folded neatly in his lap and looks down at the table* I've made a decision... to listen to all of you. You and Mr. Diego are right -- Bloodspill may be too large of a step forwards for me. And I don't want to make Dessie or Mr. Edgeworth have to come to my funeral... *looks up at Phoenix* I asked for opinions! It would be rude to ignore everyone's warnings, wouldn't it? And to prove I'm listening, I've given myself a criminal record so that I can't--
Ron: *Phoenix's last statement finally clicks in his brain* --Wait wait wait! Y-you DO?!
Phoenix: Yeah, I do. And... well, I'm glad you took our advice, I guess. *grins slightly, rubbing the back of his neck* ...Diego Armando said hi, by the way.
Ron: Th...thank you! Thank you so much. *he looks very appreciative, in a relieved sort of way. When he hears Diego's name, his expression turns to that of concern* Oh! Mr. Diego... How is he? Mr. Edgeworth told me he was attacked by gangs who wanted to kill him...
Phoenix: Yeah. He's fine--I visited him too, a few days ago. He's made sure those attacks won't happen again. *tilts his head* ...You really look up to him, huh?
Ron: Yeah. *perks up* He's the coolest living non-fictional person I've ever known! I feel lucky to be his friend. *pauses* What I don't get is... why he pays me any mind. *furrows his brow in thought* I'm an ineffectual dullard with as much presence as cellophane... and not the fun, colourful type of cellophane, either...
Phoenix: *shrugs--his eyes are teasing* He sees something in you, something a lot of people don't notice. *glances off a bit dazedly* ... Speaking of which...
Ron: *blinks* Yes?
Phoenix: Your wife. Er, Ms. DeLite. *coughs into his hand, clearing his throat* She threatened to run me over with her bike if I didn't get you out of this place...
Ron: Oh, speaking of which -- I didn't know you had a girlfriend!
Phoenix: Huh? Oh, I do. *despite wanting to go back to that other subject to get some suggestions on how not to be murderered, he smiles openly* We've been going out for a while now, actually.
Ron: *surprised* R-really? For how long?
Phoenix: Since Christmas, so... almost five months now? *rubs the back of his neck, that stupid smile still on his face* Actually, we'd gone out for about six months during university, too... so I guess technically we're closing in on a year.
Ron: Oh, wow! A whole year! *when he speaks the next line, he's not being sarcastic or teasing at all* So, when is the wedding?
Phoenix: *sputters* W-w-wedding??
Ron: *flinches a bit, confused by the reaction* Y-yes? You must be engaged by now, right?
Phoenix: *slams his hands on the desk, reddening* No! No, not at all. How-- how long did it take for you and Desiree?!
Ron: *simply* A month.
Phoenix: *blinks*
Phoenix: So... how do I get your wife not to kill me with her bike, again?
Ron: Please don't try to change the subject, Mr. Wright! *slams his hands on the table as well, looking cross* Wh-why aren't you engaged yet?! You love her, don't you?!
Phoenix: *the younger man's anxious tone seems to agitate Phoenix as well--and he replies in an eerily similar style* O-of course I do! Just, most people don't move that quickly! *slams his hands on the table again, glaring openly as he does* Now you stop changing the subject, Ron-- and start talking about your wife!!
Ron: Waaaaait! *he points at Phoenix in a familiar manner* Wh-why are you avoiding that topic? It's almost as if you're afraid of commitment!
Phoenix: Maybe that's so... *glares at the redhead, rising from his chair...* but... *POINTS with a shout* only compared to you!
Phoenix: ... ... ... ... ... no offense.
Ron: *stares for a few beats, then returns his hand to his lap and looks down, wilted* Oh. S-sorry.
Phoenix: *rubs at the back of his hat, trying to keep from snapping again* Look... Rissie and I are in a long distance relationship. It's taking a while for things to progress. I love her... I really do. We're just not ready for a marriage or engagement or anything like that yet.
Phoenix: Now... I'd really appreciate it if we can get talking about your significant other.
Ron: Long distance? That changes things! *he smiles* So, what about Dessie? Mr. Edgeworth told me she doesn't believe I did what I did.
Phoenix: *sighing a little, as quiet as he can* She doesn't, no. She still wants someone--well, me-- to get you off the hook. It's not only too late for that now, but... *looks seriously at the man across from him* You don't want to have the charges dropped, do you?
Ron: *glances sideways in thought* I do miss Dessie a lot... and I don't want to have to leave the business in her hands alone for too long. She needs her riding time. *casts his gaze downwards sadly* B-but I just won't feel right unless I've served my full 30-day sentence. I've made my bed, and I need to lie in it... especially when I have a point to prove.
Phoenix: *nods, and when he does it's with a glimmer of admiration in his eyes* You don't have much longer anyway, do you?
Ron: Actually, they told me yesterday I can leave now for good behaviour.
Phoenix: .......................................
Phoenix: *tries his utmost hardest not to scowl, glare or yell as he stands-- and to his credit, it's almost completely effective* Come on. We're going.
Ron: *blinks up at him* What about my full 30-day sentence?
Phoenix: *puts his hand on Ron's shoulder-- not dragging but pulling him up and guiding him to the door. His eye is twitching slightly* They adjusted your actual sentence; you did all that the law-- or anyone else-- requires. Come on.
Ron: *is pulled up and lead to the door; he smiles* O...okay! I do feel much better about leaving now! Now that I know how you feel about what I accomplished.
Ron: Oh... but today they have pot roast for dinner at the cafeteria... *disappointed*
Phoenix: *his face is wonderfully neutral, save for that continuing eye twitch as they exit the room* Uh huh. I'm sure your wife will cook you something lovely in celebration. ... Or make you take her out somewhere nice. And maybe she won't kill me if I take you back to her in one piece.
Ron: *as-a-matter-of-factly* Oh, Dessie doesn't cook -- I handle all the meals. Before I left, I lent her my credit card so she can go eat out while I'm gone.
Phoenix: *waves at the guard nearby, using the signs to lead Ron towards the Warden's Office, a hand still on the guy's shoulder* Right, right. Well, it'll be nice and special when you get to take her out by yourself again, I'm sure. Let's get going.
Ron: It will be! I think I'll miss this place, though. Everyone was so nice. I played Ultimate Frisbee for the first time since grade ten! Oh, but let me tell you about the pot roast... *as he rambles, the two men leave the room and the door closes behind them, ending Ron's first and hopefully last jail sentence.*
Phoenix: *late one morning, after sending Trucy off to school and milling about at home, Phoenix hops on the lovely L.A. public transit system and heads over to Calmwood Minimum Security Facility. He checks in at the entrance, noting the relaxed environment-- he's never been to one of these places, after all--as he's led by a friendly female guard towards one of the visitation rooms*
Ron: *The room is actually a visitation room instead of a cleared out conjugal visiting room. The decor is plain, yet somehow far more inviting than Bloodspill's. Instead of a boring table and plain plastic chairs, there's a coffee table and two recliners. It almost looks like they stole the set from a Starbuck's. The female guard leaves and closes the door, but before she does, she gives Phoenix a complimentary piece of mint chocolate.*
Phoenix: *just... stares at the chocolate for a good minute, in disbelief-- he picks it up, unwraps it-- sniffs at it, sets it back down... then spends the time examining the rest of the objects in the room before he takes a seat on one of the recliners. It's comfy, and he moves about somewhat, until he reaches a nice and comfortable angle*
Ron: *Not too long after Phoenix is left alone, Ron comes in through the other door. His face brightens when he sees him. When he speaks, he's all too cheerful-sounding for a guy who's been incarcerated for about 15 days.* Mr. Wright! Hello! *he comes in and sits down in the recliner opposite to him*
Phoenix: Ron... hey. *stares at the man--whatever Phoenix had been expecting, this clearly isn't it* Looks like you've been... well?
Ron: *a single nod* Yes! It's surprisingly nice here, actually. You know how when you're living in a big city, sometimes you just want to leave it all behind and get away for a while? It's been like that. Have you ever given it a try?
Phoenix: ... No, not really. *stops, considering* Well, I've been wanting to visit my girlfriend up in the mountains for quite a while, but that isn't exactly the same thing as this. *shakes his head* I can't believe you actually...
Ron: *boasts* That's right. I stepped up and voluntarily served time in jail for thievery -- like I should have, long ago! Um. I should be in prison for that not jail, but... regardless. *leans forward in his seat, clutching the armrests in suspense* W-well? What do you think?
Phoenix: ......Hmm. Well, it was... *pauses--he knew this was coming, but still* It was... really spirited. I'm amazed you took the initiative to do that, really. *doubtfully* You really didn't have to, you know?
Ron: Even if I didn't have to... I wanted to! *his eyes have a spark to them* I couldn't go on knowing you had no respect for me... Not when you fought so hard in that courtroom for me.
Phoenix: *looks openly ashamed* You wanted to apply as a guard at the prison though, didn't you? I don't know how good your chances are, after this. ..... *he quiets down somewhat* If you were aware of that at the time you formed your plan... I do respect you for that, Ron. *and he actually looks earnest about this, too*
Ron: Um. Yes... about that. *sits up straight with hands folded neatly in his lap and looks down at the table* I've made a decision... to listen to all of you. You and Mr. Diego are right -- Bloodspill may be too large of a step forwards for me. And I don't want to make Dessie or Mr. Edgeworth have to come to my funeral... *looks up at Phoenix* I asked for opinions! It would be rude to ignore everyone's warnings, wouldn't it? And to prove I'm listening, I've given myself a criminal record so that I can't--
Ron: *Phoenix's last statement finally clicks in his brain* --Wait wait wait! Y-you DO?!
Phoenix: Yeah, I do. And... well, I'm glad you took our advice, I guess. *grins slightly, rubbing the back of his neck* ...Diego Armando said hi, by the way.
Ron: Th...thank you! Thank you so much. *he looks very appreciative, in a relieved sort of way. When he hears Diego's name, his expression turns to that of concern* Oh! Mr. Diego... How is he? Mr. Edgeworth told me he was attacked by gangs who wanted to kill him...
Phoenix: Yeah. He's fine--I visited him too, a few days ago. He's made sure those attacks won't happen again. *tilts his head* ...You really look up to him, huh?
Ron: Yeah. *perks up* He's the coolest living non-fictional person I've ever known! I feel lucky to be his friend. *pauses* What I don't get is... why he pays me any mind. *furrows his brow in thought* I'm an ineffectual dullard with as much presence as cellophane... and not the fun, colourful type of cellophane, either...
Phoenix: *shrugs--his eyes are teasing* He sees something in you, something a lot of people don't notice. *glances off a bit dazedly* ... Speaking of which...
Ron: *blinks* Yes?
Phoenix: Your wife. Er, Ms. DeLite. *coughs into his hand, clearing his throat* She threatened to run me over with her bike if I didn't get you out of this place...
Ron: Oh, speaking of which -- I didn't know you had a girlfriend!
Phoenix: Huh? Oh, I do. *despite wanting to go back to that other subject to get some suggestions on how not to be murderered, he smiles openly* We've been going out for a while now, actually.
Ron: *surprised* R-really? For how long?
Phoenix: Since Christmas, so... almost five months now? *rubs the back of his neck, that stupid smile still on his face* Actually, we'd gone out for about six months during university, too... so I guess technically we're closing in on a year.
Ron: Oh, wow! A whole year! *when he speaks the next line, he's not being sarcastic or teasing at all* So, when is the wedding?
Phoenix: *sputters* W-w-wedding??
Ron: *flinches a bit, confused by the reaction* Y-yes? You must be engaged by now, right?
Phoenix: *slams his hands on the desk, reddening* No! No, not at all. How-- how long did it take for you and Desiree?!
Ron: *simply* A month.
Phoenix: *blinks*
Phoenix: So... how do I get your wife not to kill me with her bike, again?
Ron: Please don't try to change the subject, Mr. Wright! *slams his hands on the table as well, looking cross* Wh-why aren't you engaged yet?! You love her, don't you?!
Phoenix: *the younger man's anxious tone seems to agitate Phoenix as well--and he replies in an eerily similar style* O-of course I do! Just, most people don't move that quickly! *slams his hands on the table again, glaring openly as he does* Now you stop changing the subject, Ron-- and start talking about your wife!!
Ron: Waaaaait! *he points at Phoenix in a familiar manner* Wh-why are you avoiding that topic? It's almost as if you're afraid of commitment!
Phoenix: Maybe that's so... *glares at the redhead, rising from his chair...* but... *POINTS with a shout* only compared to you!
Phoenix: ... ... ... ... ... no offense.
Ron: *stares for a few beats, then returns his hand to his lap and looks down, wilted* Oh. S-sorry.
Phoenix: *rubs at the back of his hat, trying to keep from snapping again* Look... Rissie and I are in a long distance relationship. It's taking a while for things to progress. I love her... I really do. We're just not ready for a marriage or engagement or anything like that yet.
Phoenix: Now... I'd really appreciate it if we can get talking about your significant other.
Ron: Long distance? That changes things! *he smiles* So, what about Dessie? Mr. Edgeworth told me she doesn't believe I did what I did.
Phoenix: *sighing a little, as quiet as he can* She doesn't, no. She still wants someone--well, me-- to get you off the hook. It's not only too late for that now, but... *looks seriously at the man across from him* You don't want to have the charges dropped, do you?
Ron: *glances sideways in thought* I do miss Dessie a lot... and I don't want to have to leave the business in her hands alone for too long. She needs her riding time. *casts his gaze downwards sadly* B-but I just won't feel right unless I've served my full 30-day sentence. I've made my bed, and I need to lie in it... especially when I have a point to prove.
Phoenix: *nods, and when he does it's with a glimmer of admiration in his eyes* You don't have much longer anyway, do you?
Ron: Actually, they told me yesterday I can leave now for good behaviour.
Phoenix: .......................................
Phoenix: *tries his utmost hardest not to scowl, glare or yell as he stands-- and to his credit, it's almost completely effective* Come on. We're going.
Ron: *blinks up at him* What about my full 30-day sentence?
Phoenix: *puts his hand on Ron's shoulder-- not dragging but pulling him up and guiding him to the door. His eye is twitching slightly* They adjusted your actual sentence; you did all that the law-- or anyone else-- requires. Come on.
Ron: *is pulled up and lead to the door; he smiles* O...okay! I do feel much better about leaving now! Now that I know how you feel about what I accomplished.
Ron: Oh... but today they have pot roast for dinner at the cafeteria... *disappointed*
Phoenix: *his face is wonderfully neutral, save for that continuing eye twitch as they exit the room* Uh huh. I'm sure your wife will cook you something lovely in celebration. ... Or make you take her out somewhere nice. And maybe she won't kill me if I take you back to her in one piece.
Ron: *as-a-matter-of-factly* Oh, Dessie doesn't cook -- I handle all the meals. Before I left, I lent her my credit card so she can go eat out while I'm gone.
Phoenix: *waves at the guard nearby, using the signs to lead Ron towards the Warden's Office, a hand still on the guy's shoulder* Right, right. Well, it'll be nice and special when you get to take her out by yourself again, I'm sure. Let's get going.
Ron: It will be! I think I'll miss this place, though. Everyone was so nice. I played Ultimate Frisbee for the first time since grade ten! Oh, but let me tell you about the pot roast... *as he rambles, the two men leave the room and the door closes behind them, ending Ron's first and hopefully last jail sentence.*