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A
man laid on the floor, bleeding as another man stood over him with a gun.
"Damn!
I didn't want this to happen! What'll I do?!"
The
sound of footsteps from the back.
"I-I
know! I'll pin the whole thing on him..."
The
man with the gun ran out of the store as the worker from the back came upon the
body.
"Oh
my God!"
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Vincent
Shore, Ace Attorney
Episode
1
Turnabout
Rookie
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August
17, 9:30 AM
District
Court
Defendant
Lobby No. 3
"*YAAAAAAAAWN*
Man, I'm tired!"
A
young man stretched his arms above his head, laying on the couch provided in
the lobby. He rubbed his dark blue eyes and scratched the back of his head,
blinking groggily.
"Vincent!
What are you doing sleeping at a time like this?!"
"AH!
Dad! I wasn't sleeping! I was just resting! I was up all night looking over the
case, you know!"
A
short man in his 50s stood in front of Vincent. He was dressed in a suit
colored a sandy tan, which Vincent often referred to as "lawyer
camo," with a green tie around his neck. His hair was thin and grey, yet
the man never made any attempt to color it or comb it over. The small golden
badge on his lapel signified him as a defense attorney and contributed to his
almost regal presence, despite his height. "Oy...Vincent, you're a smart
boy, but you still have a lot to learn about being a lawyer. You can't rely on
my reputation forever."
Vincent
stood up and brushed off his clothes, a white shirt under a deep crimson
jacket, the same color as the slacks covering his legs. He had decided not to
wear a tie, never having been able to tie one correctly and believing a clip-on
would make him look stupid. His black hair was styled back and streaked with
red highlights, giving him a certain distinction. "'Rely on your
reputation?' Oh, thank God for your reputation! Where would I be if I wasn't
born the son of the GREAT Alan Shore?!" Alan and Vincent usually got into
small quarrels like this, but that was to be expected of relatives in the
workplace. In reality, the father and son loved and respected each other just
like any other family.
"Boy...That
mouth of yours is gonna get you in a heap of trouble...especially with
ME!"
"I'm
so scared! Why don't you come over here and--"
"VINNY!!!!"
A
young Asian man appeared in front of the bickering father and son. He was
wearing a baggy blue T-shirt and a pair of cargo pants, making him look much
like a stoner. His black hair was held back by a pair of large headphones and
tied into a ponytail. He was shaking in anxiety, and with good cause. He was
about to go on trial for murder.
"Vinny,
stop arguing with your pops and be serious! I hired you 'cuz I trust ya, dig? I
don't want you messing up on me!"
Vincent
put a hand on the man's shoulder to comfort him. "Kat, Kat, Kat...don't
worry...I'll get you out of this. And if I screw up, my dad can bail you
out!" Kat started shaking even more after Vincent's last comment,
whimpering softly.
"Stop
it, boy! You're only making him more nervous!" Alan put a hand on his head
in frustration.
A
man in a police uniform approached the three and gave a salute, choking himself
on the pair of handcuffs attached to his wrist. "Sirs! The trial is about
to begin! Please make your way to the courtroom, Sirs!"
"Well,
let's go," Vincent said, shrugging his shoulders, "Break a leg,
me..."
Maybe
I should give you guys an introduction. My name's Vincent Shore. I'm a defense
attorney. I just passed bar last year, so I'm a bit of a newbie. This is
actually my first case, so I can't help but be a bit nervous.
The
old man there's my dad, Alan Shore. He's a well-known attorney and my mentor.
Of course, he's had me doing almost nothing but paperwork for the past year.
He's a bit grumpy, but extremely intelligent.
My
first case goes like this: The manager of a local convenience store was shot
two nights ago while working at the register. And who should be the one accused
of it but the only other guy working there that night...Katashi "Kat"
Ebon. I've been friends with him since high school. He's been in trouble a lot
before, but nothing like murder. He's not a bad guy, he's just a very unlucky
bastard. He specifically(sp?) asked for me to defend him, even though Pops
offered his services. I guess he trusts me or something. Well, buddy...that
makes one of us...
Here
we go...hope I don't screw up...*gulp*