Post by b3rt77 on May 28, 2007 22:25:32 GMT -5
Police Officer
Alberto LaJara! Time for your arraignment. Let’s go.
Ritalin stands in a small pale jail cell, whoever designed this holding area wanted their future visitors to feel as crappy as possible. At the sound of the officer’s voice he walks towards the cell door where the officer puts handcuffs on Ritalin’s already bruised wrists from the cuffs he wore on the way to this cell. The police Officer and Ritalin walk down a small corridor towards a big blue door. Threw the door is the court house where Bert will be on trail. As they walk in the court room Prozac is seem sitting in the back row with twenty somewhat other people also here for court today. Bert glances over at Prozac who is just shaking his head in disgust. The officer and Bert stop in front of the stand in the front of the room, the judges is sitting behind the stand staring at Bert who is staring back at him emotionless. The judge knows Bert from his juvenile record because he was the judge in all of them and trust me Bert has quite the record. The assistant district attorney comes out from a door on the opposite side of the room from where Bert came threw. He stands next to Bert and hands the judge a thick file, this file is Bert’s entire criminal record. After that the A.D.A. hands him another paper which appears to be the arrest document for the Fanincident. The judge admires the documents for a moment before placing it on the desk in front of him. The judge clears his throat before speaking.
Judge:
We are here on the thirteenth count the people of New York versus Alberto LaJara, Mr.LaJara how do you pled?
Bert looks up at the judge slowly and lets out a small sigh threw his thing lips
Ritalin:
Not guilty.
His tone is low and emotionless just like the expression on his face.
Judge:
Let the record show that Mr. LaJara has made the plea of not guilty. Also let the record show that Bert has his attorney Mr. Andrew Greir here with him. Now Mr.LaJara do you have anything to say on your behalf?
Ritalin:
No your honor.
Judge:
Ok let the record show the Mr.LaJara does not have anything to say on his behalf.
The judges folds is arms on the wooden stand in front of him, he gazes down from his stand at Bert who is standing straight up motionless like a tree with no wind blowing on it.
Judge
Now Mr. LaJara I haven’t seen you here in a while…that’s a good thing…are you still on Probation?
Ritalin:
No sir.
Judge:
Good…and you had youthful offender status last time right? So your records are sealed meaning all this paper work I have in front of me I cant use against you is that correct?
Bert wanted to grin but holds it in not wanting to annoy the judge by making the judge think that he knows he is getting off easy.
Ritalin:
Yes sir.
Judge:
Ok now I want to make sure you know the seriousness of your actions and the crime you have committed.
Ritalin:
I do sir.
Judge:
Ok…now Ms. Willford…as the A.D.A you have a say on what you think Mr. LaJara’s bail should be.
Bert sighed knowing that whatever Ms. Whillford says he is not going to like. Bert moves his eyes to his left towards his lawyer, who winks at him signaling that he has it under control
Ms.Whillford:
The people request that you remand Mr.LaJara and send him to county jail.
Bert’s lawyer snaps out with a quick comment before the A.D.A.’S words can be thought about.
Mr.Greir:
Your honor Mr.LaJara has not committed any crimes while he was on and since he’s been off Probation until this little mishap, so I ask that you release him.
Judge:
Ok thank you.
The judge sits silent for only a brief moment, most likely to only let Bert sweat by letting him think his future might be a tiny cell, crappy food, and no freedom.
Judge
I will not send him to jail today because he has abided by the law and has been a regular citizen but im also not releasing him…bail is set at seventy two thousand dollars. This case is adjourned until this time next year, so May seventh year two thousand eight. We’re adjourned.
The judge bangs his gravel and gets up, Bert turns and looks at Prozac who is making some hand gestures at him letting him know he will bail Bert out. The officer takes Ritalin back to his cell, once in front of the cell they uncuff Ritalin and close the iron cell door behind him. A loud bang is heard as the cell locks, it is like the cell talks just telling the prisoner “your mine”. Next to Bert’s cell is another where they are holding the women. The women lets out a loud sigh.
Woman:
Man this sucks.
Ritalin scoffs and lets out a small giggle.
Ritalin:
Tell me about it…what did you do to get in here?
Bert can’t help but look this girl over; see was a sight, dirty blonde hair, curves in all the right places, full lush lips, and dazzling eyes.
Woman:
I was a ring girl for this underground cage fighting club, well we got raided a lot of people got away but not me. So they got me on illegal gambling and distribution of alcohol.
Bert tilts his head slightly to one side, interested in what the girl just said.
Ritalin:
Oh yeah? I used to do some cage fighting back in the day…now I’m a professional wrestler.
Bert leans up against the cold hard bars of the cell, relieving some strain on his legs.
Woman:
Really? Wait oh my god your Ritalin.
Her cute voice fills with excitement at the recognizing of Ritalin.
Women:
What did you get locked up for?
Ritalin laughs a little as he relives the event that happened, and he took pride in telling the story. The actions that landed him in this cell he will never forget, he forgets a lot but this will be something that is forever branded into his mind.
Ritalin:
A fan of my next opponent tried was talking crap then swung at me, I defended myself and knocked him out, but he had a friend who says I attacked first.
Women:
That sucks
Ritalin.
I only hit him once though didn’t except to hurt him bad, but I knocked him out cold.
Women
Wow that’s intense. I have seen a lot of crazy stuff in the underground fights to.
She lifts her left arm running her long feminine fingers threw her hair. She then brings that hand down crossing it with her other arm over her well sized chest.
Ritalin
Yeah I bet, like I said I use to do that so I know what you mean.
The girl moved closer to the bars of her cell that connect hers to Bert's. Her body sways from side to side like she was dancing to a beautiful rhythm.
Women
Where did you use to fight?
She places her hands on the dark gray bars and wraps her fingers around them.
Ritalin
In my town, Cornwall New York.
Women
Really? I worked the underground fights in New York City.
Ritalin
Yeah? Nice, I never fought there just stuck with it in my town.
Just then Prozac enters the police station check book in hand. Prozac stops in front of a desk which the cop is sitting comfortably behind, with his feet up on it. Prozac writes out a check as he talks to the cop, Ritalin can’t make any of it out though. After Prozac hands the written check to the police officer, the cop gets up with a loud groan. He snatches the cell keys off his desk. The Officer kind of wobbles over to the cell, not looking like he wants to move, the keys jingle a lovely tune of freedom with each step he takes. With a quick raise of his arm and twist of his wrist the officer releases Ritalin. Once free Ritalin’s muscular legs carry him over to Prozac.
Ritalin:
What the hell took you so long?
Prozac shrugs his shoulders.
Prozac:
I went to the vending machine, I was hungry, wanted a snack.
Ritalin:
Oh…you bring me something?
Prozac:
No.
Prozac snapped back quickly and his answer brought about a small annoyed grunt that escaped Ritalin’s lips.
Ritalin:
Asshole!
Ritalin looks over at the girl who is still locked up. The girl is staring back at him with those dark eyes that you can get lost in.
Ritalin
I’ll be right back.
Ritalin walks in front of the cell that the girl is in.
Ritalin:
Well it was nice talking to you and I hope everything works out for you.
Woman:
Same to you.
Ritalin extends his right hand threw the cell bars she returns with her hand, they shake hands for a second then Ritalin releases his gentle grip and walks over to the officer who is now back at his desk.
Ritalin:
How much is her bail?
The cop answers back quick, he most of memorized everyone’s bail amounts, he most have a lot of spare time on his hands, sad really.
Officer:
Thirty eight thousand.
Ritalin:
Rob come here.
With a few baby like steps Prozac stands about a foot away from Ritalin
Prozac:
What’s up?
Ritalin raises his arms and wraps his fingers together like a begging motion. To top it off he opens both eyes wide trying for the puppy dog look.
Ritalin:
You want to do me a big favor and I’ll owe you forever?
Prozac breaths out heavily letting a nice scent fill the air from whatever he was eating. The scent tickles Ritalin’s nose making his stomach grumble in hunger, but food can wait for a little while longer.
Prozac:
You already owe me your life. What do you want?
Ritalin:
Bail her out of jail.
Bert turns his head toward the cell that contains the girl. Prozac looks at the girl standing in the cell with her head down; he then looks back at Ritalin with a confused look.
Prozac:
How much is her bail?
Ritalin:
Thirty eight thousand.
Prozac raises an eye brow and tilts his head a half an inch to the left before questioning Ritalin.
Prozac:
So you want me to spend one hundred thousand dollars in less then ten minutes?
Ritalin:
Is that so much to ask?
Prozac slaps Ritalin as hard as he can in the back of the head with enough force to send Ritalin stumbling forward a couple of steps. Ritalin holds his head in intense pain as he watches Prozac pull his check book and pen out once again and writes the check. Prozac hands the check to the officer who sighs heavily and with another loud grunt gets to his feet. The officer opens the cell that holds the girl captive, and then once again returns to his seat where he hopes not to be disturb again. Prozac and Ritalin walk forward to meet the girl who wraps her arm tightly around Ritalin’s neck
Woman:
THANK YOU SO MUCH!
The whole building could hear the excited and thankful scream, she had a good vocal range, could be one hell of a singer.
Ritalin:
You’re welcome. What’s your name by the way?
The girl untangles her arms from around Bert, she then gives him a warm smile before answering him.
Woman:
Elizabeth Hall. You?
Ritalin:
Bert LaJara. Me and Rob are probably going to get some food you want to come?
Elizabeth:
Yeah I would.
Ritalin and Elizabeth walk side by side out of the police station chatting up a storm, they walk right past Prozac who is standing in the doorway with an extremely pissed off look on his face, and cursing Bert’s name under his breath.
Prozac:
Are you kidding me? I bail both of you out and I don’t even get a thank you?
Prozac's words fall on deaf ears as the exit door closes behind Ritalin and Elizabeth. Prozac sighs and shakes his head. He reaches into his pocket and for the third time pulls out his check book.
Prozac:
ANYONE ELSE WANT OUT?
All the people in the cells start yelling to Prozac to bail them out. Prozac rolls his eyes, puts his check book back in his pocket and walks out of the police station looking at the floor.
Scene ends.
Alberto LaJara! Time for your arraignment. Let’s go.
Ritalin stands in a small pale jail cell, whoever designed this holding area wanted their future visitors to feel as crappy as possible. At the sound of the officer’s voice he walks towards the cell door where the officer puts handcuffs on Ritalin’s already bruised wrists from the cuffs he wore on the way to this cell. The police Officer and Ritalin walk down a small corridor towards a big blue door. Threw the door is the court house where Bert will be on trail. As they walk in the court room Prozac is seem sitting in the back row with twenty somewhat other people also here for court today. Bert glances over at Prozac who is just shaking his head in disgust. The officer and Bert stop in front of the stand in the front of the room, the judges is sitting behind the stand staring at Bert who is staring back at him emotionless. The judge knows Bert from his juvenile record because he was the judge in all of them and trust me Bert has quite the record. The assistant district attorney comes out from a door on the opposite side of the room from where Bert came threw. He stands next to Bert and hands the judge a thick file, this file is Bert’s entire criminal record. After that the A.D.A. hands him another paper which appears to be the arrest document for the Fanincident. The judge admires the documents for a moment before placing it on the desk in front of him. The judge clears his throat before speaking.
Judge:
We are here on the thirteenth count the people of New York versus Alberto LaJara, Mr.LaJara how do you pled?
Bert looks up at the judge slowly and lets out a small sigh threw his thing lips
Ritalin:
Not guilty.
His tone is low and emotionless just like the expression on his face.
Judge:
Let the record show that Mr. LaJara has made the plea of not guilty. Also let the record show that Bert has his attorney Mr. Andrew Greir here with him. Now Mr.LaJara do you have anything to say on your behalf?
Ritalin:
No your honor.
Judge:
Ok let the record show the Mr.LaJara does not have anything to say on his behalf.
The judges folds is arms on the wooden stand in front of him, he gazes down from his stand at Bert who is standing straight up motionless like a tree with no wind blowing on it.
Judge
Now Mr. LaJara I haven’t seen you here in a while…that’s a good thing…are you still on Probation?
Ritalin:
No sir.
Judge:
Good…and you had youthful offender status last time right? So your records are sealed meaning all this paper work I have in front of me I cant use against you is that correct?
Bert wanted to grin but holds it in not wanting to annoy the judge by making the judge think that he knows he is getting off easy.
Ritalin:
Yes sir.
Judge:
Ok now I want to make sure you know the seriousness of your actions and the crime you have committed.
Ritalin:
I do sir.
Judge:
Ok…now Ms. Willford…as the A.D.A you have a say on what you think Mr. LaJara’s bail should be.
Bert sighed knowing that whatever Ms. Whillford says he is not going to like. Bert moves his eyes to his left towards his lawyer, who winks at him signaling that he has it under control
Ms.Whillford:
The people request that you remand Mr.LaJara and send him to county jail.
Bert’s lawyer snaps out with a quick comment before the A.D.A.’S words can be thought about.
Mr.Greir:
Your honor Mr.LaJara has not committed any crimes while he was on and since he’s been off Probation until this little mishap, so I ask that you release him.
Judge:
Ok thank you.
The judge sits silent for only a brief moment, most likely to only let Bert sweat by letting him think his future might be a tiny cell, crappy food, and no freedom.
Judge
I will not send him to jail today because he has abided by the law and has been a regular citizen but im also not releasing him…bail is set at seventy two thousand dollars. This case is adjourned until this time next year, so May seventh year two thousand eight. We’re adjourned.
The judge bangs his gravel and gets up, Bert turns and looks at Prozac who is making some hand gestures at him letting him know he will bail Bert out. The officer takes Ritalin back to his cell, once in front of the cell they uncuff Ritalin and close the iron cell door behind him. A loud bang is heard as the cell locks, it is like the cell talks just telling the prisoner “your mine”. Next to Bert’s cell is another where they are holding the women. The women lets out a loud sigh.
Woman:
Man this sucks.
Ritalin scoffs and lets out a small giggle.
Ritalin:
Tell me about it…what did you do to get in here?
Bert can’t help but look this girl over; see was a sight, dirty blonde hair, curves in all the right places, full lush lips, and dazzling eyes.
Woman:
I was a ring girl for this underground cage fighting club, well we got raided a lot of people got away but not me. So they got me on illegal gambling and distribution of alcohol.
Bert tilts his head slightly to one side, interested in what the girl just said.
Ritalin:
Oh yeah? I used to do some cage fighting back in the day…now I’m a professional wrestler.
Bert leans up against the cold hard bars of the cell, relieving some strain on his legs.
Woman:
Really? Wait oh my god your Ritalin.
Her cute voice fills with excitement at the recognizing of Ritalin.
Women:
What did you get locked up for?
Ritalin laughs a little as he relives the event that happened, and he took pride in telling the story. The actions that landed him in this cell he will never forget, he forgets a lot but this will be something that is forever branded into his mind.
Ritalin:
A fan of my next opponent tried was talking crap then swung at me, I defended myself and knocked him out, but he had a friend who says I attacked first.
Women:
That sucks
Ritalin.
I only hit him once though didn’t except to hurt him bad, but I knocked him out cold.
Women
Wow that’s intense. I have seen a lot of crazy stuff in the underground fights to.
She lifts her left arm running her long feminine fingers threw her hair. She then brings that hand down crossing it with her other arm over her well sized chest.
Ritalin
Yeah I bet, like I said I use to do that so I know what you mean.
The girl moved closer to the bars of her cell that connect hers to Bert's. Her body sways from side to side like she was dancing to a beautiful rhythm.
Women
Where did you use to fight?
She places her hands on the dark gray bars and wraps her fingers around them.
Ritalin
In my town, Cornwall New York.
Women
Really? I worked the underground fights in New York City.
Ritalin
Yeah? Nice, I never fought there just stuck with it in my town.
Just then Prozac enters the police station check book in hand. Prozac stops in front of a desk which the cop is sitting comfortably behind, with his feet up on it. Prozac writes out a check as he talks to the cop, Ritalin can’t make any of it out though. After Prozac hands the written check to the police officer, the cop gets up with a loud groan. He snatches the cell keys off his desk. The Officer kind of wobbles over to the cell, not looking like he wants to move, the keys jingle a lovely tune of freedom with each step he takes. With a quick raise of his arm and twist of his wrist the officer releases Ritalin. Once free Ritalin’s muscular legs carry him over to Prozac.
Ritalin:
What the hell took you so long?
Prozac shrugs his shoulders.
Prozac:
I went to the vending machine, I was hungry, wanted a snack.
Ritalin:
Oh…you bring me something?
Prozac:
No.
Prozac snapped back quickly and his answer brought about a small annoyed grunt that escaped Ritalin’s lips.
Ritalin:
Asshole!
Ritalin looks over at the girl who is still locked up. The girl is staring back at him with those dark eyes that you can get lost in.
Ritalin
I’ll be right back.
Ritalin walks in front of the cell that the girl is in.
Ritalin:
Well it was nice talking to you and I hope everything works out for you.
Woman:
Same to you.
Ritalin extends his right hand threw the cell bars she returns with her hand, they shake hands for a second then Ritalin releases his gentle grip and walks over to the officer who is now back at his desk.
Ritalin:
How much is her bail?
The cop answers back quick, he most of memorized everyone’s bail amounts, he most have a lot of spare time on his hands, sad really.
Officer:
Thirty eight thousand.
Ritalin:
Rob come here.
With a few baby like steps Prozac stands about a foot away from Ritalin
Prozac:
What’s up?
Ritalin raises his arms and wraps his fingers together like a begging motion. To top it off he opens both eyes wide trying for the puppy dog look.
Ritalin:
You want to do me a big favor and I’ll owe you forever?
Prozac breaths out heavily letting a nice scent fill the air from whatever he was eating. The scent tickles Ritalin’s nose making his stomach grumble in hunger, but food can wait for a little while longer.
Prozac:
You already owe me your life. What do you want?
Ritalin:
Bail her out of jail.
Bert turns his head toward the cell that contains the girl. Prozac looks at the girl standing in the cell with her head down; he then looks back at Ritalin with a confused look.
Prozac:
How much is her bail?
Ritalin:
Thirty eight thousand.
Prozac raises an eye brow and tilts his head a half an inch to the left before questioning Ritalin.
Prozac:
So you want me to spend one hundred thousand dollars in less then ten minutes?
Ritalin:
Is that so much to ask?
Prozac slaps Ritalin as hard as he can in the back of the head with enough force to send Ritalin stumbling forward a couple of steps. Ritalin holds his head in intense pain as he watches Prozac pull his check book and pen out once again and writes the check. Prozac hands the check to the officer who sighs heavily and with another loud grunt gets to his feet. The officer opens the cell that holds the girl captive, and then once again returns to his seat where he hopes not to be disturb again. Prozac and Ritalin walk forward to meet the girl who wraps her arm tightly around Ritalin’s neck
Woman:
THANK YOU SO MUCH!
The whole building could hear the excited and thankful scream, she had a good vocal range, could be one hell of a singer.
Ritalin:
You’re welcome. What’s your name by the way?
The girl untangles her arms from around Bert, she then gives him a warm smile before answering him.
Woman:
Elizabeth Hall. You?
Ritalin:
Bert LaJara. Me and Rob are probably going to get some food you want to come?
Elizabeth:
Yeah I would.
Ritalin and Elizabeth walk side by side out of the police station chatting up a storm, they walk right past Prozac who is standing in the doorway with an extremely pissed off look on his face, and cursing Bert’s name under his breath.
Prozac:
Are you kidding me? I bail both of you out and I don’t even get a thank you?
Prozac's words fall on deaf ears as the exit door closes behind Ritalin and Elizabeth. Prozac sighs and shakes his head. He reaches into his pocket and for the third time pulls out his check book.
Prozac:
ANYONE ELSE WANT OUT?
All the people in the cells start yelling to Prozac to bail them out. Prozac rolls his eyes, puts his check book back in his pocket and walks out of the police station looking at the floor.
Scene ends.