Well Karaoke Risa, you've got a good point. It didn't have a lot of
dialogue. The problem is, for some of it I couldn't think of what to say so
I summed it up ;). I'll try to throw in more though, kay?
Oh yeah, I don't know a lot about trials and stuff so bear with me. Anyone is welcome to point out something that needs changing.
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I sat in with my lawyer at the trial. I had to wear my favorite cream- colored dress. I didn't have anything better and I thought it'd be a little inappropriate to wear my regular clothes. I felt out of place because my dress is for formal parties, not murder trials. Each lawyer had an opening statement. None of my friends were in the room; most of them would be questioned later. It all started with Dr. Christenson. Mrs. Kitley, my lawyer, asked her if I seemed violent. She answered, "If she was going to commit any act of violent behavior it'd be toward herself. Plus she isn't the type to go out and hurt someone."
"You say her father hit her? Did she tell you this?" Mrs. Kitley asked.
"Yes she did. It started verbal when she was a kid then when she'd grown up it turned physical."
"Did she ever talk about Seifer?"
"A few times, yes."
"What did she say?"
"Well, she said that he hit her, cheated on her, threatened her when she was in the hospital, and that their relationship wasn't very good."
"What did she think of him hitting her?"
"That she deserved it."
"No further questions."
Mr. Riley, the prosecutor, stood and said, "As a psychiatrist it's part of your job to keep certain things confidential. But this was an act of violence inflicted on your patient. Did you not report it?"
"Actually I did. Her father, General Caraway intercepted the complaint and threatened to hurt her if I didn't keep quiet," Dr. Christenson said. This was news to me. I had no idea she spoke to my father at all. I wonder what he thought when she told him.
"Earlier you said that the defendant wasn't the type to go out and hurt someone. Is that your PERSONAL opinion?"
"Personal and professional." She was let off the stand a little while later. Mrs. Kitley called her next witness, Selphie. Selphie walked in looking more nervous than ever. She was sworn in and sat down. We held each other's gaze for a minute. Silently I wished her the best of luck.
Mrs. Kitley began, "I understand you've been good friends with Rinoa since she came here about a year ago. How did she appear when you first met her?"
"Well," Selphie said, "she was nice and seemed pretty happy."
"And how was she after she started dating Seifer?"
"Sad, always blaming herself. She stayed in my room a lot because of their fights. Then the incident occurred."
"What exactly is the 'incident'?"
"Um, she, uh, cut herself up. You can still see the scars on her face, arms, and legs."
"Was there any certain reason for this?"
Selphie shifted, looked at me, and answered, "We were spying on Seifer and he was with another girl."
"Let's back track a little. Did you witness any of the fights between Rinoa and Seifer? If so, what kind of fights were they?"
"I can't honestly say I've witnessed their fights but I have seen bruises on her. I HAVE heard him attack her with words though. He told someone that Rinoa's scars were repulsive and she was hurt by this."
"No further questions." Mrs. Kitley sat down and Mr. Riley got up.
He said, "You say you've never witnessed the fights between the defendant and the deceased?"
"That's correct," Selphie said.
"So then how do you know for sure it was the deceased who hit her?"
"Are you suggesting she did it herself?"
"No of course not. But, anyone else could have done it right?"
"Yes I suppose so. Although I can't think of any reason why any of US would want to hurt her. Then again, none of us have short tempers..."
"You also said the deceased was with another girl when you spied on him. Did you SEE this girl?"
"Nope. Heard her voice through the door. Heard both of them."
"No further questions."
The next person to take the stand was Quistis. She described Seifer's personality. She was asked how she would describe me. She answered, "Quiet. In the beginning she seemed confident and curious. After a while of being with Seifer she was careful about what she said and did." She also mentioned he'd lied to me about her sending him off on an errand. I don't know what kind of questions Mr. Riley asked. His words were drowned out by my heartbeat in my ears. I became blank and concentrated on the table. A nurse's voice brought me out of my trance.
She was talking about Seifer, "...and was extremely hostile. It took five of us to hold him."
Mrs. Kitley said, "Did he make any threats to Rinoa?"
"I'D call it a threat."
"What did he say?"
"He said something like 'I'll take care of you when you get home.' It might not be word for word but it was to that extent."
"Thank you. No more questions."
Mr. Riley said, "No questions your honor." After one of the doctors took the stand, I got to go home. The trial would continue the next morning. Squall was waiting in the hall for me.
Squall insisted on having me stay in his room. I agreed and told him I just wanted to get something from my room, which was not entirely a lie. I shut the door and sat on the floor. The knife stored under my pillow served me some comfort. When that was done, I headed back to Squall's room. He ended up wrapping my arm up for me. He worries too much but that's why I like him. He's such a sweet heart.
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Was that any better? I tried :). There is more to come.
Oh yeah, I don't know a lot about trials and stuff so bear with me. Anyone is welcome to point out something that needs changing.
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I sat in with my lawyer at the trial. I had to wear my favorite cream- colored dress. I didn't have anything better and I thought it'd be a little inappropriate to wear my regular clothes. I felt out of place because my dress is for formal parties, not murder trials. Each lawyer had an opening statement. None of my friends were in the room; most of them would be questioned later. It all started with Dr. Christenson. Mrs. Kitley, my lawyer, asked her if I seemed violent. She answered, "If she was going to commit any act of violent behavior it'd be toward herself. Plus she isn't the type to go out and hurt someone."
"You say her father hit her? Did she tell you this?" Mrs. Kitley asked.
"Yes she did. It started verbal when she was a kid then when she'd grown up it turned physical."
"Did she ever talk about Seifer?"
"A few times, yes."
"What did she say?"
"Well, she said that he hit her, cheated on her, threatened her when she was in the hospital, and that their relationship wasn't very good."
"What did she think of him hitting her?"
"That she deserved it."
"No further questions."
Mr. Riley, the prosecutor, stood and said, "As a psychiatrist it's part of your job to keep certain things confidential. But this was an act of violence inflicted on your patient. Did you not report it?"
"Actually I did. Her father, General Caraway intercepted the complaint and threatened to hurt her if I didn't keep quiet," Dr. Christenson said. This was news to me. I had no idea she spoke to my father at all. I wonder what he thought when she told him.
"Earlier you said that the defendant wasn't the type to go out and hurt someone. Is that your PERSONAL opinion?"
"Personal and professional." She was let off the stand a little while later. Mrs. Kitley called her next witness, Selphie. Selphie walked in looking more nervous than ever. She was sworn in and sat down. We held each other's gaze for a minute. Silently I wished her the best of luck.
Mrs. Kitley began, "I understand you've been good friends with Rinoa since she came here about a year ago. How did she appear when you first met her?"
"Well," Selphie said, "she was nice and seemed pretty happy."
"And how was she after she started dating Seifer?"
"Sad, always blaming herself. She stayed in my room a lot because of their fights. Then the incident occurred."
"What exactly is the 'incident'?"
"Um, she, uh, cut herself up. You can still see the scars on her face, arms, and legs."
"Was there any certain reason for this?"
Selphie shifted, looked at me, and answered, "We were spying on Seifer and he was with another girl."
"Let's back track a little. Did you witness any of the fights between Rinoa and Seifer? If so, what kind of fights were they?"
"I can't honestly say I've witnessed their fights but I have seen bruises on her. I HAVE heard him attack her with words though. He told someone that Rinoa's scars were repulsive and she was hurt by this."
"No further questions." Mrs. Kitley sat down and Mr. Riley got up.
He said, "You say you've never witnessed the fights between the defendant and the deceased?"
"That's correct," Selphie said.
"So then how do you know for sure it was the deceased who hit her?"
"Are you suggesting she did it herself?"
"No of course not. But, anyone else could have done it right?"
"Yes I suppose so. Although I can't think of any reason why any of US would want to hurt her. Then again, none of us have short tempers..."
"You also said the deceased was with another girl when you spied on him. Did you SEE this girl?"
"Nope. Heard her voice through the door. Heard both of them."
"No further questions."
The next person to take the stand was Quistis. She described Seifer's personality. She was asked how she would describe me. She answered, "Quiet. In the beginning she seemed confident and curious. After a while of being with Seifer she was careful about what she said and did." She also mentioned he'd lied to me about her sending him off on an errand. I don't know what kind of questions Mr. Riley asked. His words were drowned out by my heartbeat in my ears. I became blank and concentrated on the table. A nurse's voice brought me out of my trance.
She was talking about Seifer, "...and was extremely hostile. It took five of us to hold him."
Mrs. Kitley said, "Did he make any threats to Rinoa?"
"I'D call it a threat."
"What did he say?"
"He said something like 'I'll take care of you when you get home.' It might not be word for word but it was to that extent."
"Thank you. No more questions."
Mr. Riley said, "No questions your honor." After one of the doctors took the stand, I got to go home. The trial would continue the next morning. Squall was waiting in the hall for me.
Squall insisted on having me stay in his room. I agreed and told him I just wanted to get something from my room, which was not entirely a lie. I shut the door and sat on the floor. The knife stored under my pillow served me some comfort. When that was done, I headed back to Squall's room. He ended up wrapping my arm up for me. He worries too much but that's why I like him. He's such a sweet heart.
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Was that any better? I tried :). There is more to come.