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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2014 22:17:04 GMT -5
Season::winter Time frame::Season one during heart of darkness / Early morning Tag:: Emma Swan Snow White/Mary Margaret Albert Spencer had recieved a phone call from Mayor Mills about a certain case. It involved the missing woman Kathyrn Nolan and the plain jane Mary Margaret Blanchard. Huffing in disbelief at the Regina when the woman informed that this was a crime of passion and a murder most foul had taken place.
Shaking his head at the Mayor's art for the dramatic. George had reviewed the file on his way here noting that a box with a heart had been found he would in deed need to talk to this Ruby lucas before taking further note.
Sitting in the interview room one the old lawyer learnt long ago never judge a book by its cover. He was waiting for the new sheriff to return with murder. Popping his brief case open pulling out notebook and pen and the file. He would have a few routine questions plus a few Mayor Mills suggested Alber throw in to knock the woman off guard.
Snorting in disgust Mr. Spencer made a mental never to let Regna become an enemy. She boardline ruthless when she want someone to suffer. The small room was simple enough double sided mirror, a table and four metal chairs. Glancing about the white walls Albert wondered when Sheriff Swan would return.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2014 14:32:33 GMT -5
With each step Emma made towards the interrogation room, her doubt on this being a good idea was raising. The plan was simple. Show the lawyer who was waiting in the interrogation room already who Mary Margaret was. A kind, caring and innocent person, not a murderer.
Emma turned her head towards Mary Margaret who was following right behind her towards the room while she nervously turned the ring that was around her finger. She gave her a comforting smile, trying to hide that she was not absolutely sure if this would be working out in a positive way.
Although Emma had these doubts, she would try anything to get her friend out of this situation.
Arriving at the cold white door of the room Emma gestured her hand towards Mary Margaret to let her know that she needed to wait for a moment before going in. “Stay here until I come and get you. Just be yourself.” Another small smile got formed by her lips before she entered the even more cold, white looking interrogation room. “Mr. Spencer I believe?” reaching out her hand to shake his. “Emma, Emma Swan. I will be keeping an eye on this interrogation once it will start.” Emma let her eyes wander towards the suitcase that this man had opened and was standing on the table. The amount of papers that was in it didn’t gave Emma a better feeling. This man seemed to be prepared. Maybe a bit too prepared for her liking.
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Post by Snow White/Mary Margaret on Mar 6, 2014 20:27:47 GMT -5
Standing out in the hall Mary Margaret tried to calm her heart rate that was going out of control. Within less then 24 hours her life has turnt up side down. Accused of murder of man she loved wife, god sighing the petite teacher covered her face. when did my life turn into a bad life time movie she thought to herself.
Now she was expected to talk to Albert Spencer swallowing back the fear trying to keep from having a panic attack. Spinning her ring , Mary Margaret had heard of his reputation of being a cut throat lawyer who holds back at nothing.
When Emma came back out to get her , that was it that was all it took. The air rushed from her lungs , knees went to jello. Bracing her self against the wall shaking her head Emma I cant do this please I cant.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 8, 2014 20:35:05 GMT -5
Albert stared at the hand being held out in front of him. Pulling his glasses out of his brief case are you her legal counsel? letting his eyes drop to the paper work infront of him. Yes I would Mr. Spencer unless you were just letting anyone into the interrogation room. coldly stating placing his glasses on.
if thats the case isnt that a reflection of your top ace dective work. seeing that she was the one who had found all the edvience against Miss Blanchard. now are we to continue this small talk shall we begin with why I was here.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2014 16:44:37 GMT -5
‘Okay, so no hand shaking. Fine, let’s drop the politeness’ Emma thought as Mr. Spencer refused on taking hers. It didn’t take long for Emma to get irritated by the man that was in the same room as her. He was definitely not someone she was having sympathy for. And definitely not after his words that proved his abundance of pretension.
Emma crossed her arms in front of her chest and gave the man a look of suspicion. This guy was definitely not on her list of people she trusted.
“First before I go and let Mary Margaret in, I want to have the assurance that this will be a normal and regular conversation without questions who might give a certain judgment to the defendant?” Emma wanted to make sure that Mary Margaret was able to survive this interrogation without being too much stressed out. And by the first meeting of this guy, an assurance like that didn’t seem to be a bad idea.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 18, 2014 3:49:59 GMT -5
Smirking at the blonde sheriff pulling his glasses off letting his glare stay on the woman. so let me get this straight if i may he was very amused by this Miss Swan figure. Regina was right her since of right and wrong was horribily dislodged. we are to have an interrogation but no questions? Am I just to sit here and gab to you girls?
Grumbling a hearty laugh deep within his chest. I think this was a waste should i just give my thoughts to judge and let this Miss Blanchard hang for the crime? Because i will tell you right now you have murder weapon and proof of the crime Kathryn's heart in defendents jewelry box with her finger prints so if i was a betting man i would say guilty. slamming his fist down of the table top .
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Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2014 20:14:54 GMT -5
‘Did he just laughed at what she said?’ Emma decided to keep herself calm in order not to let this man think he was getting to her by his hard words against her friend. As she tried to stay calm and keep herself from flinching with her eye, the blood inside her had begun to boil together with a raised heartbeat. “I don’t have any need to your thoughts Mr. Spencer. At least not yet. Maybe let’s have this interrogation first before you make your thoughts known and add some more holes to my table” she pinned her eyes on his fist for a brief moment before looking back up to him. Emma locked eyes with the guy, letting him know that she was definitely going to keep an eye on him during all this.
“I’ll let the suspect in. And you do your part of the job. Nothing more, nothing less” Narrowing her eyes before she turned on the balls of her feet and walked towards the white colored door to open it. As she had put down the handle and opened the door she could see Mary Margaret on the edge of crying, and spinning her ring. “You can come in Mary Margaret.” Lowering her voice as her friend came closer. “Be yourself and don’t answer a question you don’t want to answer okay?”
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Post by Snow White/Mary Margaret on Mar 25, 2014 9:29:38 GMT -5
Mary Margaret jumped at the loud bang. Moving backwards her feet stumbling over each other till her back hit the wall. Her heart pounding in her chest breath catching . Emma came out to get her fear clearly visible on her face. Shaking her head no no Emma I dont think I can do this please cant we say I dont feel good?
Starting to spin her ring at this moment the motion was the only thing to soothe her. Emma he will eat me alive. the petite woman knew she wasnt guilty the sheriff knew she wasnt but the evidence was being to close in around the teacher.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2014 16:12:46 GMT -5
Emma made her way out of the interrogation room, still thinking that all of this wasn’t a good idea. It would only make the situation of her friend worse. Not alone did she think that, she was sure of it. The lawyer that was waiting for Mary Margaret to come into the white room, literally told Emma that he thought that the petite teacher was guilty.
Okay, all of the evidence that had been found was pointing towards Mary Margaret. It made Emma feel little and worthless, knowing that her friend didn’t do it, but not having anything that can help her and prove everyone wrong in their thinking.
Emma placed her hand at the door and gently pushed it so it would fall into its lock behind her. It wasn’t necessary that Mr. Spencer would be hearing her friend’s pleads on not wanting to go in.
“Mary Margaret…” with a few steps she made it to her friend, who she noticed was terrified. Not only by the words that she spoke, also by the familiar spinning of the gold ring around her finger. She always did that when her self-esteem dropped to another level.
Emma made Mary Margaret stop spinning the ring by placing her hand on top of the one from her friend, in order for her friend to take a hold of it. “… I’m not going to let you in if you truly don’t want this. Although Gold told you that it might be a good idea, I’m not going to let you being interrogated if you aren’t sure you can handle it.” Emma looked at her friend with worry. The one moment she seemed to be sure and fine with the idea to be questioned by a lawyer, and the other she would have wanted to curl into a ball. It was hard for Emma to see her friend like this.
“If you think you can do it Mary Margaret, if you think you are ready to go in there, I want you to just be yourself. Don’t tell him more than he wants to know. But also do know that I care for you Mary Margaret. And if you don’t want to go through with this, then I will just go in there and tell him to leave.” Emma locked eyes with the petite woman, trying to see if the answer she would be giving would be one based on what she truly wanted or not.
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Post by Snow White/Mary Margaret on Apr 3, 2014 9:39:38 GMT -5
The hand on top of her made Mary Margaret stop spinning her ring. Guts twisting into knotts listening Emma about not having to go in if she didnt want to. Blinking a few times the tears rolled her cheek. Emma i cant do this im sorry Mr. spencer will eat me alive. There is no proof i didnt do this and .. waving a hand quickly to the room that old lawyer.
Her life had been thrown to the wolves bit . Why would any one want to do this to her? Wiping her cheeks quickly pressing her back agains the cold wall. It was the anohcor in this twister of emotions. Emma im going to end up in the gas chamber for this.
The scooting of the metal folding chair against the floor made Mary Margaret eyes dart to the door handle. Holding her breath she hoped that the lawyer wouldnt come out that he would just stay in there. But her luck didnt seem to change at all. Mr. Spencer in the flesh openned the door all the petite woman could do was pull her self together quickly. Lungs burning from not releasing the air staring into the cold eyes of the man who would deem her guilty or not for trail.
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