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discedo_logs2008-07-17 10:43 pm
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Walk A Mile [Complete]
Who: Yami Malik (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
gravityfatality) and Miles Edgeworth (edgy_edgey)
Where: Room 201 of the High School
When: After this thread.
Rating: PG
Summary: Following Integra's murder, Edgeworth seeks to find incriminating evidence and suspects to make his accusations -- and the devious Malik seems to be quite the target. All the prosecutor needs to do is check the soles of his shoes... but of course it can't be that easy, can it?
the log:
A heaving, exasperated sigh echoed down the old, aching stairs leading up to the second floor, the shuffling of heels over the rough, carpet-laden concrete signifying a less-than-hesitant presence. Soon enough the subtle glow of a maleficent golden eye bore down from the back of the darkened hallway; within moments it had mingled with the dampened ceiling light of Room 201, leaving its owner's visage to be beheld by whoever the chamber currently occupied.
Said occupant happened to be one Miles Edgeworth -- waiting for just this moment, certainly. With a disdainful snarl Malik crossed his arms, tilting his head to one side so that his spiny bleach-blonde hair could dance and waver despite the lack of a breeze.
"Keh, I'm here."
gravityfatality) and Miles Edgeworth (edgy_edgey)Where: Room 201 of the High School
When: After this thread.
Rating: PG
Summary: Following Integra's murder, Edgeworth seeks to find incriminating evidence and suspects to make his accusations -- and the devious Malik seems to be quite the target. All the prosecutor needs to do is check the soles of his shoes... but of course it can't be that easy, can it?
the log:
A heaving, exasperated sigh echoed down the old, aching stairs leading up to the second floor, the shuffling of heels over the rough, carpet-laden concrete signifying a less-than-hesitant presence. Soon enough the subtle glow of a maleficent golden eye bore down from the back of the darkened hallway; within moments it had mingled with the dampened ceiling light of Room 201, leaving its owner's visage to be beheld by whoever the chamber currently occupied.
Said occupant happened to be one Miles Edgeworth -- waiting for just this moment, certainly. With a disdainful snarl Malik crossed his arms, tilting his head to one side so that his spiny bleach-blonde hair could dance and waver despite the lack of a breeze.
"Keh, I'm here."