Snake Plissken (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
call_me_snake) wrote2009-05-22 09:59 pm
call_me_snake) wrote2009-05-22 09:59 pm
Entry tags:
For ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
charloft Trial
Your character has been called to give important testimony in a headliner trial. The whole world is watching! What are they testifying about, and why? And how do they react to the media firestorm surrounding the trial?
Snake pulled at the chains as he stood in the court room. The cops watched him closely until he gave up. Shifting he stood there glaring at the man standing beside him. He was a lawyer or some shit. Plissken didn’t care. His eye was working over the windows when the judge finally spoke.
“How do you plead?”
Snake looked up at the judge with the kind of distaste that made the man on the other end of the gaze as uncomfortable as Plissken was. Snake ignored him.
“How do you plead?”
Snake remained quiet until the man beside him spoke up. “Enter your plea.”
Plissken turned to look at the man before he brought the cuffs up and whacked him full force in the face with the metal band encircling his wrists. The cops were coming at him but when they saw how he held the chains between his hands they all stood back. He’d kill them and they knew it.
“Are you through Plissken?”
“Snake” He hissed at the judge.
“How do you plea?” The judge asked one more time.
Plissken raised his cuffed had and the middle finger with a proud smile.
“A plea or I’ll hold you in contempt.”
“What are you going to do? Put me in jail?” Snake taunted while lowering his hand.
“You’re up for the death penalty.” The judge responded.
“Doesn’t matter what I do.” Plissken sat in the chair putting his feet up on the desk. Briefly he glanced down at the man, his lawyer he supposed, with the broken nose and the officer trying to help him stop the bleeding.
“A plea.”
“Bullshit.” Plissken responded.
“What?” The judge was on his feet.
“Bullshit.” Plissken repeated just a little louder.
“I’m holding you in contempt of court Plissken.”
“Snake.” He corrected again as he shoved the lawyer’s briefcase off the desk with his foot. It popped open spilling papers across the floor.
“Take him away.” The judge looked like a blood vessel would burst at any moment.
“Don’t you want my plea?” Snake asked with all the arrogance of someone untouchable.
“No.” The judge was spitting as he spoke.
“Shame.” Plissken went on as his hands slipped the cuffs under the table. “I was just about to give one.”
“What is your plea?”
“Not guilty.” Snake smiled.
“Not guilty?” The judge was flabbergasted.
“Yeah.” Plissken smirked. “Not guilty.”
“Of what?” The judge was trying to get composure.
“Anything you got.” Snake said casually and he tossed the cuffs out on the floor with the briefcase.
The judge was on the verge of a heart attack. Snake was sure of it. “You just assaulted a man.”
“When?” Snake was rifling his pockets only to be disappointed when he remembered they took his cigarettes. The judge was pointing at the man on the floor beside Snake as if he was unable to speak.
“Got a smoke?” Snake asked rather disinterested by the whole process.
“Smoking is illegal in the United States of America.” The judge’s voice seemed strained.
Plissken sighed. “Yeah, America. Land of the free.”
The judge had taken all he could of Snake’s obstinacy. “Take him to the chair.”
“What about my trial?” Snake asked.
The judge clenched his fists like a child ready to have a tantrum. Snake grinned too amused by the situation. “Take him to his cell... and make sure his cuffs are tighter this time.”
Snake sat there watching the cops. He wasn’t going to attack them. He knew to bide his time. He knew to keep everyone around him in authority ruffled. It led to mistakes and mistakes led to opportunities to escape. It was all a plan only they didn’t know that they were playing along.
Snake pulled at the chains as he stood in the court room. The cops watched him closely until he gave up. Shifting he stood there glaring at the man standing beside him. He was a lawyer or some shit. Plissken didn’t care. His eye was working over the windows when the judge finally spoke.
“How do you plead?”
Snake looked up at the judge with the kind of distaste that made the man on the other end of the gaze as uncomfortable as Plissken was. Snake ignored him.
“How do you plead?”
Snake remained quiet until the man beside him spoke up. “Enter your plea.”
Plissken turned to look at the man before he brought the cuffs up and whacked him full force in the face with the metal band encircling his wrists. The cops were coming at him but when they saw how he held the chains between his hands they all stood back. He’d kill them and they knew it.
“Are you through Plissken?”
“Snake” He hissed at the judge.
“How do you plea?” The judge asked one more time.
Plissken raised his cuffed had and the middle finger with a proud smile.
“A plea or I’ll hold you in contempt.”
“What are you going to do? Put me in jail?” Snake taunted while lowering his hand.
“You’re up for the death penalty.” The judge responded.
“Doesn’t matter what I do.” Plissken sat in the chair putting his feet up on the desk. Briefly he glanced down at the man, his lawyer he supposed, with the broken nose and the officer trying to help him stop the bleeding.
“A plea.”
“Bullshit.” Plissken responded.
“What?” The judge was on his feet.
“Bullshit.” Plissken repeated just a little louder.
“I’m holding you in contempt of court Plissken.”
“Snake.” He corrected again as he shoved the lawyer’s briefcase off the desk with his foot. It popped open spilling papers across the floor.
“Take him away.” The judge looked like a blood vessel would burst at any moment.
“Don’t you want my plea?” Snake asked with all the arrogance of someone untouchable.
“No.” The judge was spitting as he spoke.
“Shame.” Plissken went on as his hands slipped the cuffs under the table. “I was just about to give one.”
“What is your plea?”
“Not guilty.” Snake smiled.
“Not guilty?” The judge was flabbergasted.
“Yeah.” Plissken smirked. “Not guilty.”
“Of what?” The judge was trying to get composure.
“Anything you got.” Snake said casually and he tossed the cuffs out on the floor with the briefcase.
The judge was on the verge of a heart attack. Snake was sure of it. “You just assaulted a man.”
“When?” Snake was rifling his pockets only to be disappointed when he remembered they took his cigarettes. The judge was pointing at the man on the floor beside Snake as if he was unable to speak.
“Got a smoke?” Snake asked rather disinterested by the whole process.
“Smoking is illegal in the United States of America.” The judge’s voice seemed strained.
Plissken sighed. “Yeah, America. Land of the free.”
The judge had taken all he could of Snake’s obstinacy. “Take him to the chair.”
“What about my trial?” Snake asked.
The judge clenched his fists like a child ready to have a tantrum. Snake grinned too amused by the situation. “Take him to his cell... and make sure his cuffs are tighter this time.”
Snake sat there watching the cops. He wasn’t going to attack them. He knew to bide his time. He knew to keep everyone around him in authority ruffled. It led to mistakes and mistakes led to opportunities to escape. It was all a plan only they didn’t know that they were playing along.