Jim Broker the Lawyer, a Mobian raccoon, was being escorted by the captain of the prison security, Tusk the Mobian pig. They ventured into the prison yard, and Tusk pointed to a Mobian armadillo using a sledgehammer to break boulders. "That's him."
The armadillo looked up, leaning on the sledgehammer. "Good morning, captain. Do you want me to clean the latrines instead?"
The sincerity in his voice alarmed even Jim. Tusk gestured with his hand. "Not today, J.B. This man here wants to talk to you."
A few minutes later, they were inside a meeting room. Tusk left Jim and J.B. alone. J.B. asked in a very surprised tone, "wait, you say my family is paying my bail?"
Jim pulled a few papers out of his briefcase. "Yes. After the glowing reports from your parole officer, and your honest volunteer efforts, the bail is actually down far enough so they were allowed the opportunity. There are a few other things that played a part in this," he exchanged a knowing look with J.B., who grinned back, "but you leave tomorrow!"
J.B. rubbed his hands together. "Excellent..."
Police Lieutenant Raoul kicked back in his chair. The Mobian ground squirrel sat, staring discontentedly at the newspaper he held in his arms. "I don't believe this. I just don't believe this."
The headline of the front page read, "'Slum Slayer' To Be Released Today!"
"J.B. Kirk, the infamous criminal of Sahei City, will be released from prison today. J.B. had been arrested on multiple charges of murder, theft, and other crimes. He served one year in prison for the 'Massacre of the Slums', in which, over the course of two weeks, 72 people died and $2.8 million were stolen."
Raoul read over the first paragraph again. There were many things wrong with it, he thought. Everyone who lived in this city knew about the 'Massacre of the Slums'; it even made national news. Tossing the paper onto the table, he realized he felt sick to his stomach. "How could they do that? I arrested him after those two weeks of hunting! The courts and the media floozies don't have a clue what he's like! I don't care what his parole officer says; the guy is evil."
Determined to do something about this, Raoul stood up, clipped on his gun holsters, put on his police jacket, and stepped out of his office. He hurriedly walked to the street, and made his way to the prison. From here, it was a good fifteen-minute walk, and he hoped it would give him time to clear his head.
OOC: No definite plans here. Just a general RPing situation, and anyone is invited to add to the story in any way, within the limits of the rules. Aside from the standard RP Guild rules, there's really nothing in specific planned here.
Here's the main hook to the story:
IC:
Raoul stepped to the edge of the crowd that was gathered outside the prison. There were more than 100 citizens, protesting the release of J.B. Kirk. "Frankly, if I'd brought a sign, I'd join 'em."
Any minute now, the armored car with escort would exit through the gates, and take J.B. through the city to his family's mansion on the East Side. Raoul's trigger-finger was itching, and it was a sudden and huge temptation for him to try to assassinate J.B., but the consequences of those actions were the only thing that kept him in check.
The crowd's yelling and chanting only grew louder as the main gates of the prison creaked open...
