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ACE ATTORNEY SCRAPBOOK
Chapter 4: First Impressions

Case Tag: 5-3 (Turnabout Academy)

Quote: Upon presenting your attorney's badge to Apollo:

Apollo: Oh, nice. Your attorney's badge! That's the first thing you want to present when you meet someone new. I heard that's what all lawyers do.

Athena:
You heard that? From whom?

Apollo:
Who else, Mr. Wright. Just remember, your badge comes first! See, Athena! Check it out! This is my attorney's badge!

Athena:
(Ooh! That's so intense! I want to present mine like that, too!)

April 22, 2028, 12:53pm
Supermarket

Apollo Justice was out and about, running errands for the Wright Anything Agency. The errands weren't for a case that the agency was working, oh no. It was in order to pick up cleaning supplies so that the office bathroom, as Mr. Wright put it, was shinier than the sparks that came from Klavier's guitar when it burst into flames during that concert last year. And, of course, both Trucy and Athena, magically had other engagements, thus leaving Apollo as the only one without an excuse to not be the one to have to clean the bathroom. Then again, it was either cleaning duty or practicing with Trucy for her upcoming performance. Given the two options, Apollo figured that it was safer to clean the bathrooms (even after their weekly Taco Night when it was an 'enter at your own risk' kind of deal) than practice with Trucy because the latter came with the possibility of being set on fire, shish-ka-bobbed, decapitated, injured, etc.

Running into a local store, Apollo grabbed a basket and began wandering through the aisles, picking up the numerous 'important' things that Mr. Wright (and the 'not so important' things that Trucy and Athena had also slipped onto the list) had scribbled down on the shopping list. His basket filling up pretty quickly, he hurried through the store. Heading down one aisle toward the back of the store, Apollo came across a sweet looking elderly lady who, despite her short stature, was trying to snag some toilet paper from the top tier of the shelf.

"Excuse me, dearie," she called over to Apollo. "Could you help me out, please?"

Apollo, not having noticed the woman since his face was buried in the shopping list in his hand, looked up with a start.

"Oh! Of course!" Apollo said as he ran over to the woman.

Using the additional (couple of) inches he had, Apollo reached up to the top of the shelf and secured the 12 pack of toilet paper for the woman. She smiled warmly at him as he brought it down and placed it in her cart.

"Thank you, young man," the woman said. "I appreciate your kindness."

Apollo let out a nervous chuckle and rubbed the back of his head, but smiled nonetheless.

"It's no problem, ma'am," he replied. "Happy to have helped."

"What's your name, sonny?" the woman questioned. "Do you work here? If you do, I'd like to tell your manager that you're such a thoughtful and caring young man and there needs to be more people like you working here."

"Actually," Apollo fished around in his pocket to pull out his attorney's badge. "My name is Apollo Justice! I'm a lawyer! And I'm fine!"

Essentially shouting in the woman's face with his chords of steel, but not realizing exactly how overzealous he was, Apollo was a tad bit confused when he saw the woman's pleasant expression transform into one of horror as she recoiled from the sudden auditory assault.

"Gee, look at the time," she mumbled, looking down at her wrist, even though she had no watch on to look at. "I have many more things to pick up here. I must be going now. Thanks again!"

The woman then hurried away as fast as her eighty year old legs could waddle her down the aisle. Apollo stood silently in his spot in the aisle, blinking in confusion. With his free hand, he checked his breath, but found that it wasn't the problem; it smelled like whatever breath mint Trucy stuffed in his mouth after lunch. With a shrug, Apollo stuffed his attorney's badge back in his pocket and continued his shopping.

Note to self: whatever advice Mr. Wright gives, do the opposite.