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[open] Prove my innocence

WHO: Violet Harmon and visitors?
WHERE: Also in Jail because Yomiel is an efficient guy
WHEN: June 3rd to June 8th-ish
WHAT: Arrested :I Come visit
WARNINGS: n/a

[To say Violet is upset is an understatement but most of all she's furious. She's sitting in a cell from being accused of abetting a criminal (Kay) and for possessing a firearm (which doesn't help her at all since she's underage to boot). She did get to make a phone call to Edgeworth to come help her and then a text message to Light to let him know what happened. Then her phone is taken away as evidence and she's left sitting around with absolutely nothing to do.

In short: being in prison sucks]

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[When Light received the text, he shot back a hasty reply (uncertain if she would even receive it) and made his way to where Violet was being held as quickly as possible. When he finally arrives, he doesn't bother hiding the frown of concern on his face, also etched deeply into his brow.

To say that he didn't expect Violet to find herself in some sort of trouble eventually would be a lie; something small and inconsequential, undoubtedly, to be written off as the inevitable consequence of one's teenage years. But he didn't expect something to this degree. Abetting a criminal, possessing a firearm?

He steps forward.]

Violet. Are you all right?

[Ignoring the part where she's in jail and obvious not terribly happy about it. But surely he's obligated to ask.]

[Violet rises from her cot almost immediately, going to stand behind the bars to face Light. She, on the other hand, never expected to get thrown in jail. Sure she's stolen some things here and there but they were minor incidents compared to this]

I am not all right. I didn't do it! I don't remember doing it.

[He'd been in court when she'd called; when he'd gotten her message, it had felt like a blow to the stomach. Ms. Harmon is troubled, yes, but to find her accused of a crime, to hear of her being placed in holding -

He is near, at least, to the city jail. It doesn't take him long to get there, and less time still to get inside to see her; he knows, after all, precisely what to say.]

Ms. Harmon.

[That comes out of his mouth the second he sees her; he's a bit too worked up at the moment to remember to call her Violet.]

I've tried to move up your bail hearing, but there's a sudden backlog of cases. It will happen as soon as possible; I'll have you out of here before long. I give my word.

[When Violet doesn't show up, he's only slightly suspicious. When word travels that she's been arrested, he's even more so. Violet's one to find trouble; to follow it, provoke it. But causing a scene?]

[It just didn't fit the bill.]

[Greed complies with the ceremonious pat down. Spreading himself wide to both the physical and verbal prodding as the guards go about their inspection. Fifteen minutes and some snide exchanges later have all the (un)necessaries stripped and locked in a clear plastic bin: vest, sunglasses, lighter, match box, sunglasses, and the device he received upon arrival.]

"Harmon, Violet - down two cells on the left."

Yeah. [Greed says with a rather bored wave. The fluorescent bulbs up above clink and twitch as he walks the tight row. His footsteps knock against the concrete slab and dully echo right back. It's stagnant here; like a medical room complete with iron-clad bars.]

[He doesn't like it.]

Heard you ran into some trouble. [The homunculus taps his foot just outside the length of her bars. A slip in later and he's slouching into view. Heavy on his shoulders and his expression is a combination. Like a dog owner that's just caught the ripped up newspaper. Not angry, just mildly put-upon.]

Want to tell me what happened? [He taps his knuckles at one of the bars, testing it.] You're not usually so reckless.

[ it takes a few minutes before kanaya's cleared for the visitation room, the contents of her bag being checked thoroughly. luckily, she left her flash of blood at home, no one wants to try explaining that away.

when she does enter the room, it isn't with the disdain she'd give a stranger or disappointment she'd give a closer friend, violet's right in that area of reserved judgement and curiosity. someone she's inclined to look after already, but hasn't formed any strong expectations for. ]

It's been a while since I've seen one of these rooms, but it seems to be going about a lot lately. Thought you could do with some company.

[ she sets her bag down next to her as she shifts her weight to the other foot. ] So. How did it happen?

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[Violet stands when she sees him come in. It's odd to be standing behind bars like this. She's done her fair share of stealing but she's never expected herself to be thrown in jail for long term]

Of course there is. [it's mostly out of frustration at the situation than it is at Edgeworth] I didn't do it. You believe me, right?

[even though any proof they have will show that, yes, she was the only one who could have helped Kay.]

[she shouldn't be surprised that he's caught wind of it. She supposes the recent wave of imPort arrests should have hit the newspapers if not word-of-mouth. She sits on her cot with her arms crossed, looking up at Greed irritably. If anything, she had expected their positions to be reversed if it came down to being in jail.]

I'm not. Something happened. I just can't remember what. [she's practically sulking as she looks to the corner of her cell] I don't even need a gun.

[Violet moves to sit, grateful at least for the fact that she can meet someone outside of the cells. Kanaya isn't the first person she expects to see though]

What do you mean going about a lot? Who else is in jail?

[she's not answering Kanaya's question just yet]

[Greed's quiet for a second or two. Hunched over just at the outside of the bars and the frown on his face doesn't fit his usual demeanor. Not remembering what she did raises plenty of red flags; it could have been intentional, it could be something else.]

[Either way, it doesn't spell out anything particularly good.] Can't remember huh? [He side-steps into view, pulling his hand away from the bar as he does. It wouldn't be that hard; iron, steel. Easy enough to break, but - ]

[The homunculus cracks a thin smile. Letting it slowly slide up his face as he hovers just at the edge of the lock.] Guess there's no point to you staying here then, is there? [He flicks his wrist and the snap calls it out. That slick-black coating; crawling across his fingers and up his forearm with a vibrating hitch. The bands on his wrist expand out and snap back, swallowed up until he's elbow deep.]

[Greed takes a glance over his shoulder, speaking away from her.] Unless you really want to stay here.

[her eyes go wide as she catches on to what he's saying]

Of course I don't. But if you break me out, it'll just make me look guilty!

[and she doesn't want to go on the run]

[Edgeworth's answer comes after only a very slight moment of hesitation. He says to her:]

I believe in you.

[Violet is a troubled young lady; there's no question of that. But this is far and beyond what she would ever do. In this place of curiosities, of extenuating circumstances, there has to be some explanation for what happened that isn't her suddenly seeking to do such harm as this.]

[Violet is tense throughout that moment of hesitation, only relaxing with a soft sigh when he answers. She shuts her eyes, trying to gather herself]

Okay. That's good.

[she can deal with this as long as she knows Edgeworth believes her]

[He turns a glance back to her and his claws press together. Almost gently, as if he wasn't sporting a deadly set. She has a point, sure. Adding one more tick to the list wouldn't exact put her in a respectable light law-wise.]

[But he's never really been a fan of that either.] And you don't now? You're not that dense, Violet. [Greed lowers his arm to the side and the 'Shield shivers down. Not gone, just in waiting. Cuffing his wrist in smears of rectangular edges. He shoves the other into his pocket, rotating his thumb around to slip in a belt loop.] Unless you've got another idea, it's not like you've got a lot of choices.

[The homunculus slides his foot up, knocking his heel against the opposing ankle. This would be easy in any other circumstance. He knows how prisons work, how law and order is passed down. But here, there's a difference - it would stir a lot more trouble than it was probably worth for starters.]

[As for the other thing - ] Sounds like you're not the only one. [The network has been a chatter ever since the arrests started flooding in. He had caught a few words between the lines and it all boiled down to the same thing: it wasn't them. Even though all arrows pointed otherwise.]

[Greed closes the gap between him and the iron.] So what's your plan, then? If doing this doesn't work? [He's close enough to have his boots touching; to have his face practically a hair away from the iron separating him form his.] I told you before - I always take care of what's mine, Violet.

Hey, you, do you mind if I ask you a question? [Said to her through the bars. Maybe she was too busy wallowing to see him step over. Hasn't put his jacket on just yet, holding it over a shoulder, his rubber gloved hand rubbing a thumb into it's collar and making this kind of squeaking sound.]

[Light makes an effort to outwardly remain calm, in the wake of Violet's understandable frustration. He merely crosses his arms and shifts his weight to his other foot, and speaks evenly.]

Calm down and breathe. Firstly, did you contact Edgeworth yet?

There have been a few. Mostly people I don't know. It isn't as easy to keep up with everyone now that there are so many more of us. But there was the thing with Inumuta earlier in the month, as well.

[ but that was all entirely his fault, except for the little bit that may have been hers. she's not about to mention that.

instead she picks up her bag and pulls out a few books. they're all paperbacks, harlequin level trash romance, supernatural romance in particular. ]

I brought you a few things. Thought you might could do with something to read, but I didn't know what sort of books you like. So I, uh, brought some of my own.

[It helps that she doesn't know who he is. She tilts her head, watching him suspiciously]

What do you want to know?

I did. He should be on the way.

[He was the first person she thought of. The one who'd hopefully trust her and be able to get her out]

[Violet would love to just allow Greed to break her out of here but she knows enough that it'll cause more trouble than good]

I have a friend. He's a lawyer. He's going to help.

[she flicks her gaze upwards and steadies it on Greed]

I trust him to get me out. [he's her only chance.] Who else is in trouble?

[Violet brightens a little at the sight of the books. She's been bored out of her skull]

Thank you. I'll take just about anything right now.

[she picks up on of the trashy romance and flips it to the back so she could read the summary. It makes her grin]

Really?

[There's a moment of silence before Light exhales, the smallest bit of tension leaving his shoulders. Knowing that Edgeworth would assist in this matter was at least some small form of comfort.]

Good. [And with that out of the way:] So explain to me what happened, exactly. You said you don't remember committing any crimes?

Mn? [His eyebrow shoots up slowly. Knitting at the bridge of his nose and Greed dips back into his spine. Heropa isn't short on laywers, that's for sure. Practically coming out of the wood work whenever something went from bad to worse. Unfortunately, he's never had the need or the opportunity.]

A lawyer, huh. Didn't think you were the type. [But people are surprising; humans more so. He's not sure where Violet really stands in all honesty. She's a ghost for all intended purposes; wafting from one place to the next, but she's always been cautious.]

[Least around him.]

[Greed hitches his shoulder up, stretching a kink in his back.] Which one? [Because if it's the one he's thinking of, well - ]

[- it seems he'll have to make a phone call or two.] I won't force ya. If you want to do this their way, that's up to you. Just would be a lot easier if you skipped it. [The second-coating on his skin feathers away. Trailing like the retreat of low tide before disappearing where his knuckles start and his pocket begins.]

Not any of us. Just a few others with the same story. [A flick of a gaze and he's gauging the bars again. Flitting a glance across the lined row at the bottom.] Doesn't really matter.

Just let me know when you're out. [He snaps his attention back to her with an eerie sort of stillness. It's true; the news isn't one he particularly likes. But she's made her point clear and if anything, Violet's always been adamant about her choices.]

[So Greed turns on his heel, showing his back to her. The red lines there spread out. Notching together at the top of his spine before circling around over the shoulder and down the collarbone. When his head lulls to the side, he's got one eye shut. A glance goes to the bars again and Greed throws his foot out to smack off the pristine-concrete floor.]

I'll see what I can do on my end. [He tosses a wave over his shoulder as he pulls away. The edge of his lip pulls with a light kind of grin as he lazily traces where her cage cuts off abruptly.] Though you're starting to be a little more trouble than you're worth.

[Obviously he isn't really upset. Not at her anyway.]

[It's certainly odd how much of a relief it is despite their tension-filled relationship with the man. She sighs when she has to explain her story for the umpteenth time]

I was walking past the courthouse. Then the next thing I knew I was standing by a door in the courthouse with a gun hidden under my sweater.

His name's Miles Edgeworth.

[She's not willing to admit it but seeing him turn his back to her is about as upsetting as being in jail. She steels herself though. This can't be as bad as it looks and she has to believe in doing it right instead of making it worse. So instead of asking him to stay, she just calls out a little haughtily]

I was already trouble when you hired me.

How'd you end up in here? [Yeah, he probably could've introduced himself, but whatever, he doesn't really care to as long as she answers.]

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