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January 17th, 11:15a.m. Detention Center.

The well known, spiky-haired defense attorney entered the Detention Center. The usually feeling filled the room – cold, distrust, and boredom (radiating mostly from the guard standing in the corner of the room). Phoenix had been called in on another murder case; it had been a long time since his later one; which in a way was amazing by itself. Though it wasn't all that suprising. It seemed whenever he got a lot of cases at one point...it took a long time to get himself back in the game. Sometimes he just wished he could get a break -- all he needed was some murders! Well...maybe that was a lot to ask. And a bad thing to ask ta-boot.

Standing behind the glass was the twenty-one year old college student, Goudii Toshues. Her blond hair curled around her shoulders in waves. Behind a pair of two-pink sunglasses were a pair of deep brown eyes, standing out against her pale face.
"Mr. Wright!" She yelped, slamming her hands in the desk that lay out in front of her. The defense attorney jumped, which he seemed to always do. Though he really should be used to it – all his clients seem to act this way. "You have to help me! My friend, Aiya Whitness, she told me about you! You do good things for people!" Aiya Whitness – something about the name told Phoenix that she'd defiantly be involved. Most defiantly. "I didn't do it! You must believe me!" There was a hint of a French accent in her voice, giving him a horrifying image of a middle-aged blond male, defiantly over weight, and wearing a pink dress-like uniform. Yikes.
"Okay, can I just—" The defense attorney started, quickly getting cut off by the loud wails and sobs rushing out of the woman's mouth like a stereo on 'loud'.
"Oh Mr. Wriiiiight!" She wailed, head flung back in a dramatic manner, tears shooting out of her eyes like one would expect to see from a hose if you held your finger over the top circle. Taking a few steps back the defense attorney cleared his throat. He seemed to be getting loud ones lately…when would Maya get back from her training up in the mountains with Sister Bikini?
"Please, Ms. Toshu—"
"Pleeeease help me Mr. Wriiiiight!"
"—es, if you'd just allow me to—"
"I didn't do it! There's no proof! Well, maybe a little bit but, there's no way I could! I'm just a college student!"
"—hear what happened that night we could—"
"Besides, I have a pretty face! It's never the one with the pretty face!"
"—finish this up and possibly—"
"Oh pleeeeeeaaaassss—"
"MS. TOSHUES." With a slam the defense attorney found himself yelling out the clients name, glowering angrily in her direction. This would be a difficult case – and not just because the trial was tomorrow. Just look at his client.
Clearing his throat, cheeks obviously red with embarrassment, Phoenix grabbed the autopsy report from beside himself. "It says that the victim, Riley Perished, was stabbed twice in the chest and shot once in the back. Although the bullet that killed him has yet to be discovered. He was dead around 11 P.M or 12 A.M." Turning his eyes away from the paper for a moment and back towards the client he gave her an intense look. "They found the knife stowed away in your purse that night, Ms. Toshues. You had been with him that night, tutoring, for the up coming writing examine." Slamming the papers onto the desk dramatically he thrust himself forward, giving her a quick, pleading glance. "All I need to know is…did you do it?!" There was a pause. Then there was another. Time was ticking and no one was talking. "Ms. Toshues?!"
"I…." The woman began, biting on the tip of her thumb, "I…." Closing her eyes her head flew back into another series of dramatic wailing. "I didn't do iiiiiiit!"