Dumon Kastle sat in his chair, doing his best not to fidget. He was not usually so nervous, but the task before him was not going to be an easy one. He glanced across the room at Tori Meadows, who was sitting next to her own lawyer and surrounded by sympathizers, offering their best wishes. They wouldn't be so sympathetic towards her if they knew what a liar she really is. But of course, they would know soon. It was his job to prove that Miss Meadows was lying, and that his own client- his best friend, almost a brother to him- was the victim, and not the villain.
He looked up at the sound of the side doors to the courtroom creaked open. Nash Kastle- officiously known as Reginald, but most commonly known as Shark- was pulled in the room with his hands handcuffed in front of him. The guards led Nash over to where Dumon was waiting for him. They removed his handcuffs and left without another look.
"Nash, are you alright?"
"My wrists are sore, but that's not surprising. They cinched those cuffs as tight as they would go." Nash sat down next to his defense attorney and breathed deeply. He briefly glanced at Tori, who had been watching him since he came in with a look of fear in her eyes. When he returned the gaze, she quickly ducked her head, turning to her supporters who were undoubtedly saying that there was nothing she had to fear; that Nash would soon be behind bars and unable to hurt her again. No that he ever tried, of course, Dumon thought.
When he had first been told about the case- how Tori claimed that Shark had molested her and tried to assault her sexually, he had thought it was some sort of joke. But now he knew better. Tori Meadows, the sweet, innocent girl, was really a witch who was willing to send Nash to prison because he had refused to sleep with her. He'd heard of people not being able to take rejection, but this was ridiculous. And he was going to prove it. He wouldn't let Nash go to prison for something he hadn't done. That's why he'd volunteered as the defense council.
"All stand to welcome Judge Kay, who will be presiding over these proceedings," the bailiff announced, rising to her feet. Dumon and Nash, as well as everyone else in the room, stood. The bailiff was a fierce, intimidating young woman by the name of Anna Kaboom. She was appropriately named. As she typed out what happened in the court room, keeping minutes, she pounded the keys as if they had personally insulted her.
Judge Kay was a thin man with a pleasant face and glasses. He entered the Judge's box, looked around, made note of his gavel by nodding at it, and then took his seat. In one swift motion, the rest of the room joined him.
"These proceeding will now begin."