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westerntrick2012-07-15 11:15 pm
timeforjustice) wrote in westerntrick2012-07-15 11:15 pm
June 6th, 1894
It was a fine Wednesday afternoon, only the gathering heat of the day a blemish on what would've been a perfect day for the outdoors. There was hardly a breeze and not quite enough clouds for any relief from the sun, which is why one Deputy Apollo Justice was forced to don his hat as he trekked further and further from the city center. He would've taken more notice of the day had he not been in a hurry, and grumbling under his breath besides.
His bicycle had been stolen again. He'd had it chained up behind the sheriff's office, but some scoundrel had pried a link apart and taken the goods, leaving only the cheap chain there in the dust. Lucky for Apollo, there'd been a couple of witnesses; the only problem with that was his thief had covered his head and his face, making real identification a tough prospect.
Apollo used what he'd heard to follow the trail, so to speak. His path lead down to the river, not further into town but heading out of it, towards where crops were grown using the water diverted from it. There were less people out here to be questioning, so he kept his eyes peeled instead, looking for a flash of metal -
And when he found it, it was on a river bank, half-submerged and stuck in the mud. Muttering a curse, Apollo shoved his gloves on his hands before sliding the short way down the bank, his boots leaving tracks in the mud behind him.
"Damn! It'll start to rust at this rate..."
His bicycle had been stolen again. He'd had it chained up behind the sheriff's office, but some scoundrel had pried a link apart and taken the goods, leaving only the cheap chain there in the dust. Lucky for Apollo, there'd been a couple of witnesses; the only problem with that was his thief had covered his head and his face, making real identification a tough prospect.
Apollo used what he'd heard to follow the trail, so to speak. His path lead down to the river, not further into town but heading out of it, towards where crops were grown using the water diverted from it. There were less people out here to be questioning, so he kept his eyes peeled instead, looking for a flash of metal -
And when he found it, it was on a river bank, half-submerged and stuck in the mud. Muttering a curse, Apollo shoved his gloves on his hands before sliding the short way down the bank, his boots leaving tracks in the mud behind him.
"Damn! It'll start to rust at this rate..."
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And discussing his finances too deeply with a stranger seemed like it'd be a case of giving out far too many details, so Apollo was glad for the change in topic... even if it was plenty unexpected. The number of people that had asked him such a question was... one, and that was back when Deputy Gavin had given him the interview for the job. He very much doubted that Mr. Yomiel would offer him a job, so where'd that curiosity come from?
"Well, sure, I've been 'round this city as long as I can remember. As for goin' into law..."
Having never seen him before this meeting, Apollo had to figure that the other man's chances of being a local were slim to none. The city might've been growing by the day, but Apollo's sure he's been around long enough to tell the permanent ones from the drifters. So in that case, it seemed it'd be safe to tell him more of the truth. Not everyone knew that Phoenix Wright was now a drunk and a gambler, but the permanent fixtures did, which was why the way he'd told it to Deputy Gavin had been in a much more vague and general manner.
"When I was still growin' up, the law here was downright talented - and the best of 'em was Deputy Phoenix Wright! That man was a real legend. He single-handedly unraveled the schemes of upwards of thirteen of the Los Angeles' most notorious criminals! Him and that Indian girl that always followed 'im around. ... So he was a real inspiration to me, you could say."
With that, Apollo scratches the back of his neck with a smile that's edging towards embarrassment. It had been a long time since he'd gotten to gush about Deputy Wright, and he wasn't too sure he didn't sound like a moron.