Post by Leland "LJ" Jones on May 14, 2015 0:43:12 GMT -8
[ Interview room ]
Leland:
Meanwhile at the county Jail, a C/O had handcuffed Leland, putting him in one of the colored top and bottoms, everything taken from him except his underwear. The shoes were some ugly slabs that were possibly used by a departing inmate. Thankfully they were of the same size, the shade meant little to him at this point. Escorted in to the interviewers room, he was sat down and handcuffs remained infront incase he was needed to sign any paper. The tale was a cold steel top, scratched from its previous acquaintances. -d
Sasha:
Sasha had stopped at an ATM, pulled out some cash and while she was signing in, she hit the kiosk and added money to Le's book. He was going to need supplies, and she was quite certain his cupboard was bare for moment. Once she'd done that, she looked to the guard and nodded, heading for the room. Once inside, she reached up and pulled the feed from the camera and then settled herself at the table, between Le and the mirrored glass behind her. She regarded him a long moment, then glanced toward the door, before looking back. "Le, I spoke to your brother." She reached out, one hand offered out to cover his cuffed ones. "He was angry, and hurt and said things he didn't mean. He's sorry. And you know he loves you."
Leland:
Leland figured that Sasha would be about at some point. Tipping his head back the man was quiet, there was a scrape on his left cheek and a little bit of bruising. The fact Sasha had gone about to cover her hand with his had caused him to regard her for a long moment and then he was easing his hands from beneath hers and pulled them into his lap. The audible drag of chain steel raking over the steel table was seemingly overbearing in the quiet room. When he ceased movement, Leland smirked faintly. " What do you want, Sasha.." That growled rumbled tone drawled out. -d
Sasha:
"I want you to talk to your lawyer, Le." She leaned back, hands folded on the table before her. "Simple as that. Your prelim is in the morning. You need to talk to her." She leaned forward. "I'm not going to coddle you, Le. You fucked up. Get over it. You may well be pissed at the world, but there are people in it that give a damn about what happens to you and you damned well better not disappoint them. Or is that what you're after? Huh? You got some kind of malfunction in your brain that says you don't deserve people in your life who care? Get over it."
Leland:
Lelands expression seemed amused by her words. "Sasha.. Sasha.. Always so blunt and hard edged. " Corners of his mouth tugged upward in that devious smile. Though Leland seemed so amused and uncaring, his eyes were gleaming with fire and anger of his own. " I'm guilty" Drawled out lazily. " No need to be payin' for a hot shot lawyer, Sasha.." The words about Marsten had been completely ignored as he was purposefully avoiding the conversation about him. "Tell those people you're talkin' about that they're wasting their time.. this is me.. and this is where I belong. " Dulled expression drifted over his features. Turning his gaze down, his hands rose up to gently brush over the table as if to clean it boredly with fingertips. -d
Sasha:
"Bullshit. You know better than most that things are not always black and white. There's a lot of gray area in between the two." She leaned back and regarded him again. "What the hell happened that you feel you need punishment for? Because you got guilt eating at you, but it ain't over this shit. So what is it?"
Leland:
Leland watched Sasha intently, she was calling bullshit just like always did when she knew he was putting up the front. As of right now he didn't feel like explaining himself. Would he ever was the question. Tip of his head, he stared at her for a long moment or two before he spoke. " You're alright, Sasha." A small smile tugged at his lips and then he was leaning back in his chair and turning his head slightly before speaking up. " Ey, Boss.. I'm ready" Giving the guard indication he was done with their chit chat. -d
Sasha:
Sasha rose, regarding him a long moment after he called for the guard. "Talk to your lawyer, Le." The guard opened the door, but Sasha wasn't done yet. "Talk to her, or I will be back and I will kick your ass all over this fucking room." She stepped out, past the guard, wanting to throtttle Le for his damned indifference.
Leland:
There was a small grin upon his lips at her words. "Promises.. promises, Brass" That nick name affectionately called to her as she made her leave. Then he was also being escorted back to holding. Her words laying heavy upon his mind. -d