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[RL: Wednesday, October 21st; Backdated to the Worst Fear Virus | Phone Spam | Phoenix; Edgeworth ]
[ring ring, pick up the phone~]
[RL: Tuesday, September 8; Sometime in the afternoon | Phone/Action spam with Phoenix & Edgeworth]
[ring ring; pick up the phone, Edgeworth]
((OOC: Post-dated to tomorrow afternoon!))
((OOC: Post-dated to tomorrow afternoon!))
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[RL: - Sunday, December 28; Late | Phoenix; Edgeworth]
It was late. Normally, Sunday nights saw Phoenix eating dinner, watching a little TV, and then crawling into bed at around eleven—that was, of course, unless he had an investigation to prepare for the next day, which happened to be the case tonight.
Going to the detention center on a semi-daily basis had proved useful; he’d found many potential clients, but none of them had caught his attention quite so much as the young man accused of strangling his new wife on the night of their honeymoon. There was a motive (she came from a rich family), time (they’d spent the whole night together), and enough evidence to get him convicted (a scarf found by the bed, scratch marks on his arms), but something about the whole thing seemed too convenient… The man had claimed innocence, of course, and Phoenix believed him; when questioned about what really happened that night, however, the psyche locks went up.
Phoenix sat back with a sigh. His kitchen table was a mess, and he’d gone over what little information he had more than three times, but everything still pointed to his client’s guilt. He hoped to gain a little more insight at the hotel—the Montefaire, of all places—in the morning. For now, though, he would call it a night.
As he stood, he made short work of his shirt buttons and stumbled to his unkempt bed, pulling his socks off along the way. Before he even had a chance to get comfortable, however, the ever familiar digital sound of the Steel Samurai theme song filled the apartment, and with yet another sigh, he fished his cell phone out of his pocket and glared at the display screen. The irritation didn’t last long, though. He was always surprised to see that number…
Hitting ‘talk’, he held the phone to his ear. “Hello?”
Going to the detention center on a semi-daily basis had proved useful; he’d found many potential clients, but none of them had caught his attention quite so much as the young man accused of strangling his new wife on the night of their honeymoon. There was a motive (she came from a rich family), time (they’d spent the whole night together), and enough evidence to get him convicted (a scarf found by the bed, scratch marks on his arms), but something about the whole thing seemed too convenient… The man had claimed innocence, of course, and Phoenix believed him; when questioned about what really happened that night, however, the psyche locks went up.
Phoenix sat back with a sigh. His kitchen table was a mess, and he’d gone over what little information he had more than three times, but everything still pointed to his client’s guilt. He hoped to gain a little more insight at the hotel—the Montefaire, of all places—in the morning. For now, though, he would call it a night.
As he stood, he made short work of his shirt buttons and stumbled to his unkempt bed, pulling his socks off along the way. Before he even had a chance to get comfortable, however, the ever familiar digital sound of the Steel Samurai theme song filled the apartment, and with yet another sigh, he fished his cell phone out of his pocket and glared at the display screen. The irritation didn’t last long, though. He was always surprised to see that number…
Hitting ‘talk’, he held the phone to his ear. “Hello?”
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[RL: Phonecall with Gumshoe - Friday morning, 9AM | Phoenix; Gumshoe]
The other line rang: once, twice, three times, finally dropping him into voice mail after the fourth. Reclining against the couch, Phoenix sighed and hit ‘end,’ wondering if it was even worth the effort. He didn’t know whether Edgeworth was already on his way to France or simply ignoring his call, though the latter seemed more likely; Phoenix had never been on a plane himself, but he recalled the use of cell phones being prohibited. If Edgeworth were in the air, the call would have gone straight to voice mail.
With another sigh, Phoenix lifted his phone to eye level and aimlessly examined it. There was one number he had stored in his phone book that he rarely, if ever (he honestly had no idea), called and he had a feeling its owner would be able to give him the information he sought. He wasn’t sure how useful it would be if Edgeworth didn’t want to see him, but he figured it was worth a shot. It usually was.
Several minutes passed before he finally made up his mind. Taking a deep breath, he scrolled through his stored numbers, hit ‘send’ when the correct one was highlighted, and held the phone to his ear, still debating whether or not it was a good idea even as the phone rang.
He supposed he would find out soon enough.
((OOC: Fel - I know Gumshoe and Edgeworth haven't had their conversation yet, but Tif told me the important information he would need to answer Phoenix's questions. ;D Edgeworth's flight to Paris leaves at 11:15AM Friday on flight 446 and arrives in Paris on Saturday, 8:30AM Paris time (which would be Friday, 11:30PM California time). He'd tell Gumshoe that he'd be gone for an indeterminate amount of time and he's already made the necessary arrangements at the prosecutor's office. ...I think that's it.
Damn. I made a lot of posts today. ...You know, I was supposed to go to bed hours ago, but I was like--DAMN. I need to make a post for Gumshoe! And dragged myself out of bed just for you~. *dies*))
With another sigh, Phoenix lifted his phone to eye level and aimlessly examined it. There was one number he had stored in his phone book that he rarely, if ever (he honestly had no idea), called and he had a feeling its owner would be able to give him the information he sought. He wasn’t sure how useful it would be if Edgeworth didn’t want to see him, but he figured it was worth a shot. It usually was.
Several minutes passed before he finally made up his mind. Taking a deep breath, he scrolled through his stored numbers, hit ‘send’ when the correct one was highlighted, and held the phone to his ear, still debating whether or not it was a good idea even as the phone rang.
He supposed he would find out soon enough.
((OOC: Fel - I know Gumshoe and Edgeworth haven't had their conversation yet, but Tif told me the important information he would need to answer Phoenix's questions. ;D Edgeworth's flight to Paris leaves at 11:15AM Friday on flight 446 and arrives in Paris on Saturday, 8:30AM Paris time (which would be Friday, 11:30PM California time). He'd tell Gumshoe that he'd be gone for an indeterminate amount of time and he's already made the necessary arrangements at the prosecutor's office. ...I think that's it.
Damn. I made a lot of posts today. ...You know, I was supposed to go to bed hours ago, but I was like--DAMN. I need to make a post for Gumshoe! And dragged myself out of bed just for you~. *dies*))
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[RL: Phonecall | Phoenix; Edgeworth]
It wasn't the first time someone had tried to reach him since he'd left and Phoenix was sure it wouldn't be the last. Like all the other times, he ignored the irritating chirp of the Steel Samurai theme song (he still wasn't sure why he hadn't changed it, yet) and left his cell phone in his pocket, content to watch the sun sink into the ocean from the grassy plateau a few yards away from his hotel. If it was an emergency, he knew they would leave a voice mail.
No more than two minutes later, though, the phone twittered to life again, and with a sigh tinged with mounting annoyance, he fished the phone out of his pocket and peered at the number, frowning. Upon recognition, annoyance quickly turned to apprehension; Phoenix knew that number wouldn't be showing up unless something was wrong.
He drew in a breath and pressed the 'talk' button, resting the phone against his ear. "Hello?"
(( OOC: I believe this counts as failing at hiatus. Wouldn't you say, Bourne-mun? XD; ))
No more than two minutes later, though, the phone twittered to life again, and with a sigh tinged with mounting annoyance, he fished the phone out of his pocket and peered at the number, frowning. Upon recognition, annoyance quickly turned to apprehension; Phoenix knew that number wouldn't be showing up unless something was wrong.
He drew in a breath and pressed the 'talk' button, resting the phone against his ear. "Hello?"
(( OOC: I believe this counts as failing at hiatus. Wouldn't you say, Bourne-mun? XD; ))
[RL: Phonecall | Phoenix; Edgeworth]
((OOC: Backdated to 2/5/08 - taking place directly after Edgeworth's ghost attack))
[steel samurai ringtone is go!]
[fumbles in pocket for cell phone and blinks at the caller id]
[beep] Edgeworth..?
[steel samurai ringtone is go!]
[fumbles in pocket for cell phone and blinks at the caller id]
[beep] Edgeworth..?