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Author Topic: To the Halls of Justice, or something like that  (Read 142 times)

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Offline Lynette Candide

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To the Halls of Justice, or something like that
« on: Nov 02, 17, 11:33:22 PM »
"Damn... ouch! double damn.." Lyn held the bit of tissue paper up to her watering eye. Luck would prevail that the day she needed to run perfectly on time she would stab herself in the eye with her eyeliner. Now she tried to combat the furiously blinking and watering eye with the absorbent material. What was in this stuff? It burned terribly.

"Don't look at me like that Astrid" The soft rustling of food had stopped and turned into little crunches as the bunny ate away at her breakfast. Her nose worked furiously in a never-ending wiggle as tiny teeth and jaws masticated the bits of leafy green and hard root that made up her morning meal.

"Ohh don't pretend to be innocent" Her eye had finally stopped watering enough she could dust above the lid with a touch of powdered pigments. The resulting shimmer was a pretty outline for her eyes. The base did a little to help the smattering of her freckles to a reasonable level. The straight fall of her dreadfully orange hair; well that she couldn't help except to scoop it back into a tidy knot on the back of her head.

"Well I am off to earn your food. Stay out of trouble Astrid. Remember at least ten minutes on your wheel; you are getting chubby" A fond little scratch between the lopped ears given before Lyn closed the latch on the hutch door. While she felt some guilt in locking her pet up it really was safer for her.

With a routine built of days upon years, she stepped into her smart black pumps. Her briefcase and purse grasped she headed out of the tiny row house to walk the exact same six blocks to the main Justice Building. The same route that took her past the same intersections and well lit busy streets.

She walked past the little bistro where she had lunch every day and the coffee cart that at exactly 7:04 Am she would order her same tall coffee and her usual nut muffin. By 7:23 Am she was walking up the second flight of stairs to the small hole in the wall office that housed the four rows of cubicles where the Legal aides were housed. Her own desk was far down the row in a back corner where she could see anyone entering the office.

Exactly 7:30 she was settled at her desk. Her case briefings out and the witness testimonies aligned neatly in order of interview. A legal pad sat beside her as she carefully worked out the timeline stated. Facts and observations were compared to rule out any potential opposing facts.

Today was a small case. A dispute between neighbors over zoning regulations regarding the allowance of fowl within the city limits and the exemption based on the timeline the owner bought the chickens versus the ordinance. She could put together the briefing in her sleep and it was exactly why she had chosen this case as her first in the morning.

The notes were made between bites of her muffin and the sips of her coffee. The sweet and the bitter working together to help push her back towards alert. Lynnette was hoping to finally move up in the office pool; to move from small civil cases into the upper Justice's offices. Where she could prove her worth and possibly help receive justice versus handling the childish squabbling of two adults.

Offline Noah Langevin

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Re: To the Halls of Justice, or something like that
« Reply #1 on: Nov 03, 17, 01:44:38 AM »
Noah hated Council intervention. First, the Council had no flipping clue about jurism and the legal profession. Sure one could argue that politics was the creation of it but when it came to working in the sloppy mess they created? They didn't have a clue.

Oh, and it ALWAYS, meant having to come into the building early. That is really what pissed him off about meetings with the subcommittee chair. So needless to say, the morning started off in a fashion that everyone had seen at least once since Noah's tenure of Judicial Overseer. Which was him cussing out the legislative attache and sending him on his oh-so-merry way.

"You can't BAN me from casework, sir." He waved his jurist license in front of his face. See? "Remember when I jumped through your damn hoops to get this? Just because you wanted me at this desk doesn't mean I will deny casework. I'm a Jurist, not a politician or glorified benchwarmer."

"Sir Langevin. The Council is simply distressed that the JO overseeing casework may send the wrong message to constituents and the Blood abroad based on the cases taken. You ARE the Council's chief jurist. We must request..."

"You can request whatever you damn well please, sir. You don't come into my office and tell me how to run my operations just as much as I don't lurk into the Council building and tell you all how much you guys are an eyesore to watch. Get out of my office! I haven't even had breakfast yet and your making me lose my lunch. Get out!"

The man, used to this by now, left with Noah following him and still telling him off. Soon enough the man was gone and Noah ground his teeth. "GGGGGRRRHHHH". He shook his head, turned and saw several staffers staring at him. Some of them wanted to laugh, enjoying seeing Noah run off the Council whenever the judiciary subcommittee lurked into the JOC. Others just though Noah was funny. "The hell do I pay you for anyway?" He looked around. "Get back to work!" He went to his secretary who was filing papers and was trained in a straight face. "Fetch me the paralegal pool. Apparently I need a partner to shut up the subcommittee." She nodded and as he returned to his office he shouted "AND THAT'S ALL THEY'RE GONNA GET." and slammed the door.  Several minutes later he received the current stationed paralegals. He got up from his office and left.

The paralegals were haphazardly placed in the JOC building but they were hobbled together. Noah put them there because it made sense to equip the paralegals with what they needed in easy distance. No sense making their job harder than it was. When he entered he knocked on the wall. "Attention! Attention everyone!" He shouted, seeing Lynette among the faces in their offices. "This is a shout-out case. Juliette Domeil v. Dark Haven. Apparently it can't be a single job and the jurist apparently shouldn't work it on his own. Any takers?"

Offline Lynette Candide

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Re: To the Halls of Justice, or something like that
« Reply #2 on: Nov 03, 17, 04:06:20 PM »
Lynnette felt the shift in the office atmosphere faster than Noah could even rap on the wall to gather attention. The sudden silence from the soft murmur of employee conversations and caught breath.  The unspoken 'oh shit' that lingered through the paralegal pool as all eyes rose from their various tasks. Her own focused on their Overseer.

The silence that followed his proclamation was deafening. In that moment a mouse fart would have sounded like a sonic boom. The chatter didn't start again. Instead all the paralegals froze; almost afraid that movement would direct his attention to them. That even the slightest breath could be taken as an act of volunteer. Dark Haven; it rang in her mind as not only a dangerous place but also forbidden for any of their people. Landen didn't venture near there. Not where the strangest and darkest of the Blood gathered.

It took her a moment to realize it was a woman's name he uttered before it. A woman versus Dark Haven. That flare came up; the reason for her working through the slog and mess. Of reading over case files and evidence collected of heinous crimes and violations of human rights. The reason she served was to help women like herself and like this Juliette. A breath escaped her. It broke the silence even as heads turned towards her. Attention on her as if her awful orange hair were a flame.

She didn't say anything but instead calmly packed away her notepads and placed her completed briefing in the 'Out' bin on her desk for one of the interns to sweep away for filing. Collected and cool she rose with her coffee in hand. Her features calmly composed as she took out exactly two pencils and the required blue ink fountain pen and refill vial. Supplies she needed to have on hand.

" I will take the case Overseer Langevin" Her tone was firm but holding that touch of softness that came with being female. The softness that softened any threat of being called cold or a bitch when it simply would have been labeled confidence or competence from a man. Equal rights were a given as a landen village; but the lingering remains of a patriarchy remained in the hints and notes of office culture. Little things that Lynette was careful of treading over with the political system that ran the Judicial Committee.

Her cup of coffee in hand she walked up the aisle. Her shoulders tightened as the eyes followed her and the little murmurs of office gossip followed at her heels; as if her volunteering broke the spell. Her lips quirked in a little half smile. Intense; that was the best way to describe Noah. Someone not familiar with his work would place him as slovenly and disorganized. Would have thought him simply a Council toady appointed to the position. They would have been mistaken and Lynette was very familiar with Overseer Langevin's work.

"I am assuming you have the briefing and interview on your desk. You did bring a witness to your interview as well, to have it notarized as authentic?" There was no preamble. No polite greeting. She was just another paralegal employed by the Landen council. One of the few citizens who earned a steady paycheck no matter how the economy suffered. Nameless and faceless, except for the damned orange hair, in a sea of paralegals and office staff that kept the wheels of justice turning. Just how she liked it.

"Shall we review? I take my lunch at 12:15, so that shall give us three hours of solid work time." Her tone kept to that same soft manner despite the decisiveness of her tone. The words and tone at odds, but not pitched as one would in placating or talking to a small child. Just soft, quiet enough to dull any harshness the words themselve might come across. Enough to indicate her own uncertainty.

Excitement was there, in the faint rose flush high on her cheeks. The way her gaze would drop down to her hands or fingers would flex on her coffee cup. Noah Langevin's work was legendary. He had taken on the Oversite Committee and won. He had tried against the Blood and won his case in one of their courts. Unconventional; his mind worked in slippery and tricky slopes that turned the words of the law into way she wouldn't even imagine. Interpreted the spirit of it into something that helped the common man rather than burdened them with just another pointless regulation.

Of course the fools behind her were whispering about office gossip. They were relieved to not have to face his intensity but that was why they were substandard. She was the best because that didn't frighten her. The passion for law and justice was the reason for the career. Noah wouldn't make a pass at her or compliment her appearance; he would simply see another legal employee doing a job and she would get to see how that brilliant mind worked.

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Re: To the Halls of Justice, or something like that
« Reply #3 on: Nov 05, 17, 02:10:38 AM »
Silence. Even the tone-deaf could tell you it was silent after he made his request. A part of his IQ was dropping because surely people had heard him and that meant they were all pretending to be dead. Which just made his brain bleed. Why would you pretend to be dead at work? I swear, next raise review every single one of these...

Then a voice cut the silence like a knife. How quiet the area was with Noah's presence the voice sounded louder than it normally ever would have been. When Lynette came into view Noah snapped his attention to her. No casual regarding. Rapt attention, complete with head snap in her direction. As she approached he didn't subject her to a 'once over'. No 'mmm, professionalism' with him. He simply looked at her eyes. He had no need to look anywhere else. That too, probably helped the paralegals try to evade Noah's attention. Like trying to hide a wound from a shark whose smelled blood.

He didn't know who she was. Which was the case for most of the staff at the JOC. Noah didn't interview people who worked at the office building. He didn't even interview testing jurists. They had stupid, grinding bureaucracies for that stuff. He looked at his pool listing. Well. It made sense. She was the only female on the list. Weird. I'll have to look into that. "Welcome aboard then, ma'am." He tossed the list in the garbage can because the other names on that list were worthless. He said over her shoulder. "Least SOMEONE around here has a bleedin' SPINE."

He turned and started heading toward his office. He assumed she would follow. Immediately she went to the details. "Nope. None of that stuff." He said to her. "Not the proper time. Take this down." He said as they walked. He did however give her facts. "Juliette Domeil. 28. Female. Dark-Jeweled. Patient of Dark Haven for a few months now. Argues that she is non-violent, cooperative and doesn't seek to leave outside her prescribed program with the facility. Dark Haven's policy is all patients are collared for security reasons, she argues that she doesn't need a collar." Immediately his mind went to work. The gears of logic turning at several angles already perceiving things as the case builds in his head.

Currently the questions of the case are open for exploration, hence the lack of a witness statement. Domeil argues that she was out fishing in the southern reefs, a naval vessel and freelance ship showed up shortly thereafter and started fighting. She hit a reef, went down with the ship, was found and healed by a nearby village who drugged her and took her to Dark Haven. I suspect it is because the village saw her rocks and spazzed."

"We can try to argue that she doesn't deserve to be in Dark Haven and could argue for her release. That would open up a smorgasboard of litigation probably from every other prisoner in the facility innocent or otherwise so we would have to be careful. Or we could argue that the collars are above and beyond what is necessary during her treatment. The result would be that the collars would then have to be taken off all prisoners so we will have to make sure we express non-violent, cooperative patients. Perhaps collars are punishments for non-violent cooperatives."

He entered his office at this time. Noah had left everything where he found it so everything was still waiting for him to return to work. His office had books upon books open and nestled into every crevice, makeshift upright hold he could think of to prop and leave open practically every book that ever referenced the operations of the Dark Haven facility. Most of it was court records of the Territory Court, discussion of operations, how patients could be brought to Dark Haven and so on. It was much like any hospital really. One knows what happens there but one doesn't really know all the same. It had the aroma of fresh coffee which came from a small woodburning kettle, about the size of a campers mess kit which was steaming on top of a fixture with a couple of cups and other coffee accessories. He gestured for her to help herself.

"Additionally we'll have to prepare to defend the merits of the JOC's presence in the case. There's no landen institutions of any sort involved in Dark Haven and thus this is explicitly a Blood vs Blood dispute. We'll have to prepare a defense that legitimizes our presence as her jurists otherwise we can kiss the entire case goodbye. Which is stupid because I'm NOT representing the JOC, I'm representing Madame Dumeil but they if they take that shot, they'll take it before trial."

He already had a cup of coffee steaming on his desk, which shared the same purpose as everything else in his office: places to prop books. He had a legal pad that had an elaborate drawing of a coastline, complete with tides and shading. The picture was doodled with arrows, notes, ships with arrows that made what would have been a nice drawing look like scrabbled garbage. "Take a seat where you like." Which left one chair. The other had a book open on it with a stickynote with some quick notes on it and the couch had stacks of all the other books he wasn't using at the time.

"We'll get her statement after we decide on the approach. We can either shoot to get her released or to compel Dark Haven to remove the collar. I am iffy because evidence could absolve her of any indication of needing to be there but I am more than certain that social pressures will keep her from leaving." He looked at her. "Up to speed?"

Offline Lynette Candide

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Re: To the Halls of Justice, or something like that
« Reply #4 on: Nov 05, 17, 10:47:59 AM »
No introductions or polite preamble. They seemed to understand each other in that moment. Instead, she walked along listening to what he had to say and comitting it to memory. Walking and writing were out of her ability while she juggled her cup and the briefcase that held her writing tools and pads.

Instead she repeated the facts softly under her breath to remember them. Listened instead of coming up with a reply. A rare trait for most; to allow their minds enough break from the action centric thoughts to a more passive role in absorbing the knowledge.

Listening that fled her mind as she stepped into the disaster zone that was his office. Stutter stepping as she came to almost a screeching halt as wide eyes took in the sight of books, notes, and notepads scattered about in a haphazard system. The comforting scent of coffee did little to reassure her that his office hadn't just been raided by a demon straight from hell.

His words went straight over her head at that point as her gaze widened in pure undiluted horror. How could he work in this? How could those brilliant briefings come from this disarray? Perhaps he hadn't noticed yet? That is it. He didn't notice the cacophony of clutter that was strewn about the office and perching on every conceivable surface until Lynette didn't feel safe in moving outside of a designated path.

"Sir... Was your office like this when you left?" Perhaps he had angered the cleaning staff? Maybe his own secretary? No, with the amount of books and clutter there was no mistaking it as a firmly established chaotic clutter of his own making.

Lynette felt smothered. As if the office were pressing in on her, the books looming to pounce and smoother her beneath their weighted presence. Take a seat where she liked? That would be on the other side of the door where things were still orderly and tidy. Where air could move without the combined scent of pressed musky paper, nutty coffee, and the bitter tang of ink.

Tentatively, with the same rigid caution a doe exercised when entering a meadow, she moved across the office before perching at the very edge of the unoccupied chair. Her gaze rapidly turned over the desk trying to find a space clear enough for her coffee mug. Her lips parted as she practically panted in her panic; for a moment wondering why the hell she had spoken up or hadn't insist they use an open conference room?

A hard swallow as she finally gave up and nudged his notepad over enough that she could place her cup on the thick paper to protect the wood of his desk. Her own lap would serve as her writing area as she fished out a pencil and a legal pad. Everything balanced precariously at the edge of the chair. His ambling speech uninterrupted by the fact he had lead her into a room of nightmares.

A few more hard swallows and her throat was finally wet enough that she could do more than just croak an obligatory agreement. The notes from the walk were parsed down efficiently in shorthand. Pointed facts that were laid out as her mind worked over it. The Blood gathered around their queens like precious commodities. That even those females were pressed into service in Dark Haven said volumes about the valid concerns surrounding the power powerful members of their population.

" Slavery has been outlawed in Chaillot. That would be the first establishment. To set jurisdiction we should look into her previous address. If she lived and did business in Landen operated towns and villages; paid tithes to our government. We can argue they are holding a citizen of ours. It would establish jurisdiction in a valid enough point." The words came in a rush. Not the calm collected voice that she had approached him with earlier. Notes of hysteria still rested there even as she worked to sound logical.

" Secondly my understanding of Dark Haven and it's admission laws is a bit sketchy but the burden of proof is upon them to prove her a risk for involuntary admission. That is an avenue we should pursue to at least see if we can get a release or probationary period." She was trying to figure out what of their laws she could adjust to fit the situation. Jail time had to be ordered and even arrests had to be for due cause. Lynette wasn't certain about Blood law. That she would have to research further into.

"Perhaps we should adjourn to the law library? They may have a few volumes on Blood Law and the Dark Haven bylaws?" There were books there but in neatly organized rows set tidily on their shelves. Docile books that waited for the reader to unshelve them instead of these books that predatorily loomed and filled every space available.

Yes, the law library would be a great place for them to work...

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Re: To the Halls of Justice, or something like that
« Reply #5 on: Nov 05, 17, 07:24:31 PM »
As Lynette began to brainstorm with him Noah slowly took a sip of coffee. "Slavery? They aren't slaves." He shook his head as he stood up and walked past her to a book that was nestled on a bookshelf being opened by two books. He picked it up and walked back to Lynette and offered her the text. "The collars however are not illegal. Slavery is. Dark Haven has the ability to use them on all patients for security reasons at least according to agreements. The slavery angle wouldn't stick." He returned to behind his desk and plopped down into it. However....the slavery angle did give him an idea.

"Do you recall off the top of your head the Blood Laws regarding slavery in Challiot?" He looked at Lynette. "The slavery angle may not stick...but the logic supporting the slavery angle might." Noah, obviously, had never worked a slave case before and therefore had no real gumption to read up on the slave laws. If the logic used to underscore the laws were dignity, independence and all that...it would establish human rights. THAT...very much could stick. He of course had no idea if this is what Lynette was thinking though.

Then her idea for jurisdiction....that was a good idea. If she had been a citizen paying the meager tithes the Council demands of landens then Juliette has open access to the bureaucracy she is paying for. Good idea. "Good call. We'll look into that for our jurisdiction play. I would look into spinning it as she has paid for these services during her residency rather than saying 'citizen'." Never doubt a Jurist's ability to use words. Noah wouldn't give them any wiggle room. "When we take her statement we'll be sure to get that information. I will assume, based on the incident site being in the southern reefs that she lives in southern Bastia so it is very likely she has lived with landens for some time."

Noah then slumped back and rested his head back on the head of his chair looking upward as Lynette spoke about agreed methods of entry into Dark Haven. "Voluntary and Involuntary means. A volunteer simply walks in and asks to be checked, admission is at the discretion of Dark Haven. Involuntary involves after-the-fact internment, meaning they did something to get planted there, or there is evidence suggesting that they warrant 24/7 care; attitudes, disposition, things of that sort. I believe you are referring to the latter when it comes to Dark Haven having the burden to show instability." He continued. "Contrary to the stories Dark Haven's agreements and regulations are similar in many ways to a hospital or any healer clinic." He gestured to two books that were on the floor, being held open by the bottom of his plant in the corner. "Just added security lingo for the fact they deal with the insane." He tilted his head to look back at Lynette again.

Her request of moving to the law library made absolutely no sense. Why would they need to go the library? "We don't need the library, everything regarding Dark Haven is here." He gestured to the books. "Also we don't have much on Dark Haven, only one book really has information regarding Dark Haven and that is rules regarding Landens." To which it says no, they can't be interred there. "The rest I had to get on order from the Territory Court archives. They arrived last night." Instead he had a more pressing issue than going to the library. "Are you hungry? I'm starving."

He suddenly shot up from his chair and stuck his head out of his door. "Tabby?" His secretary, Can you order a late breakfast? I'm starving....Of course you can get something for yourself! I'm not evil....no....no....what do they have?...ooooooo. Cheese omlet and crossants sound delicious. Yes. Oh and I need a letter to be delivered to the Territory Archives again. I need current records regarding slave laws in Challot. Precedents, initial laws, the works....I'm going to ask! I just haven't yet!" He stuck his head back in to look at Lynette. "Want anything?"

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Re: To the Halls of Justice, or something like that
« Reply #6 on: Nov 07, 17, 11:04:58 AM »
"I do believe the anti slavery policy was based on the breach of their own protocols. That service to a court or others must be willing, as anything else would be a violation of Blood Law and the rights of autonomy." Lynette found herself replying. Stunned that he was so composed with those feral tomes leering at them; waiting to fall from their haphazard placement. Eyes widened a little further as he fished out a book. Her breath caught and held waiting for the entire shelf to come crashing down. When it didn't a sigh escaped her.

He needed a paralegal. Someone to organize this mess and put it into a proper system. If he could achieve this much brilliance in his disorganized environment what could he achieve in an orderly filing system. Lynette focused her gaze on him. Watched the micro expressions flicker across his features even as he praised her. They weren't empty words but in fact an agreement on her idea. Most jurists thought the paralegal pool just a set of paper-pushers and form filers; they forgot many of them were the grunt and legwork of the justice department. Which she found asinine as they would often ask them for case notes or past rulings; like they forgot who had connected the cases and giving a brief summary.

"It is where I was going. I am assuming she had done nothing to warrant the volatile and if she is requesting representation then it was not voluntary. The burden of proof then rests with Dark Haven and its staff to prove the instability outside of the threat of her jewels, as many of their dark jeweled members do walk free." Lynette summed up the rambling to a simple point. Juliette did not meet the admission rules for Dark Haven on two points. She would need to delve further into Dark Haven law to see exactly who had to sign off on the involuntary admission but right now they had a case for unlawful imprisonment, perhaps even kidnapping charges. 

Having worked the criminal beat Lynette was conditioned to look into as many charges as could apply and throw them at the other side in hopes a couple would stick. One never knew what a jurist would come up with to weasel out of a charge. Some of those defense attorneys were slicker than a greased weasel. The more she could bombard Dark Haven's legal team with the more they would have to work to find loopholes and hopefully something would slide through.

She was just about to offer to go to the library once more to pull any books on past slavery cases and see how the Blood law had applied versus their Common law. Then her hopes of escaping his office with her sanity were dashed.  'everything regarding Dark Haven is here' Well then. Foiled. She cringed internally at the thought of being stuck in this office with the mess surrounding her, circling and taunting her in little dusty whispers. Her fingers tensed on her pencil until she heard it crack. Her grip relaxed and quietly she switched out the broken writing utensil with a fresh one.

"Hungry?" What time was it? Her stomach was saying it could use more than the muffin she had, but Lynette didn't eat until her precise lunch time. The peacekeeper who patrolled that street was there and knew her. Her routine set to match up with the walking patrols and they kept her safe and steady.

Perhaps she could take a small detour off schedule to escape his office. Her lips parted to offer the suggestion of her favored little bistro that served a pleasant array of native foods. Then he reminded her it was still morning, well midmorning at least, and placed his order for breakfast. It meant hours to go and he  meant to eat in here? His office would smell of eggs and bread for hours. More so he didn't have a surface to place his plate upon to eat without getting food too close to his books or legal pads.

She could hear the barked orders at the Secretary. Felt her freedom slipping away as her stomach sank. No polite escape and no way she could tell him his office was a pigsty without ruining her opportunity to work with the Overseer. Lynette would just have to suck it up. Her spine straightened from her slump before she plastered a stiff smile to her lips, forcing it to reach her voice.

"No, but thank you for asking..." She replied mildly. Her thoughts on the spat of documents he requested. The first thought of where he was going to put them met with what he forgot to add. "Actually, can you please also request the bylaws rules governing Dark Haven. Any case files from past tenants, or at least a list of past patients we can use for interview... As a way to further confirm Lady Domeil's version of events."

More documents would be brought because she opened her mouth. More clutter to add to the layers of accumulation already present. She couldn't work like this; with everything so disorganized and worried her every movement might send something toppling to the floor. Lynette was working for a nice way out of the office before she finally grasped it. A simple request and one that couldn't be taken amiss. Perhaps dealing with those greased weasel DA's had taught her something after all.

"Perhaps Overseer, we should move to one of the conference rooms? Your office, while comfortable, does not offer enough writing surface for the both of us. Nor enough desk space for two people to research. It would be more effective to use the larger tables." The conference room also didn't have books perched everywhere to combine with the random notes and papers that peaked out of drawers or gaps in the volumes. They could easily reserve one for the time of research and it would give his secretary more room for the requested documents. Perhaps at that time she could look into having housekeeping go in and tidy the office.

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Re: To the Halls of Justice, or something like that
« Reply #7 on: Nov 08, 17, 02:25:45 AM »
Noah made a note to himself: Review the slave codes. They will be promising. It was a good angle to review though no doubt the Courts and/or Dark Haven will draw upon the same. Blood seem to relegate collars and dickrings to slavery. They will argue against that logic, naturally. He continued to think to himself. He even didn't bother to respond to her continued explanation, or elaborate when she silently expected it. Instead he was quiet until about several seconds longer of 'too much silence' he responded. "Domeil argues that she has little control over her dark rock. Whatever that means. I am assuming that means any powers she uses that are linked to it are not within her complete control. And correct, she is not voluntary. However Dark Haven will argue that Madame Domeil wants to be there regardless of her method of entry which does have merit. She did not request litigation for release, simply the removal of her collar. The only real threat she has posed since arriving there was breaking up a feud between another patient and some orderlies. Otherwise she has been cooperative with her treatment program." Though that did not mean Noah didn't have to bring up the improper detainment in trial. It would extremely help his case if her entry was in violation yet she remained anyway. It would paint her as a non-combatant and open cooperator.

At Lynette's request of 'no thank you' for food Noah turned and said "She said she doesn't want anything....containers are fine. I'll just take it in my office, yeah. It's going to be a while before I finish." He then closed the door. He didn't respond to Lyn at first which might make her think he didn't hear her. Instead as he walked past Lyn back to his desk he pointed to the couch, where two piles of books laid at rest. "First book on the right stack are the bylaws. Chapter three specifically. The problem with Dark Haven is that there is 0 legal precedent regarding it. Additionally Dark Haven in according to contracts with Challiot and agreements upon it's establishment gives it a wide berth of authority within it's walls. Which means the bylaws are not easy to get outside of Dark Haven. What few are known are known through contracts." He settles in and takes his coffee. "Everyone is fitted with what they call a 'controlling collar'. I assume it is based on the female version of the ring of oblivion. Er...Domination, or whatever it's called. Everyone, regardless of method of entry." He even referred to the page number that he read it on in case she decided to go get it. "I mean from my understanding Blood fight to volunteer to work there.. If there is any legal precedent from prior cases regarding Dark Haven they either do not exist OR are buried."

Then she asked, off the side, about moving to the conference room. As he sipped his coffee he considered it and then realized that this...was the second time she asked about moving out of the office. "The desk offers plenty." He said, pointing to his desk. It was a mess. "Just move stuff off. I'll get it later. Just! Don't touch the books though or if you have to leave them on the page they are open on. I would hate to have to re-assemble them all from scratch. It took me three days to get as far as I have." He was of course, talking about memorizing the entire collection of Dark Haven. Memorizing it was doable for Noah, unlike most people but his trait was not as easy as people make it out to be. It requires concentration, zoning out and repetition to lock it in and more importantly, to be able to recall it later. Things that he sees, events and the like are far more easier to capture. Books though? his imagination gets in the way and he needs an extra dose of elbow grease to make it happen.

"Why do you hate my office? This is the second time you've asked about leaving." He said. "Not only that, you've swapped workplaces with each request. Why? Is the library not spacious? Is the conference room a more perceivable objective?" He slumped back in his chair and eyed her, scrutinizing. It already seemed like she wanted to escape so soon after coming to his office. He doubted it had to do with any of the 'fame' garbage people whispered about behind his back. She was a paralegal, she was immune to his 'fame' or whatever. They were coworkers and...well yes he was also her boss and could fire her if he wanted to he would hope no one ever had the impression he would fire them based purely on his mood. "Also we can get more information regarding Dark Haven's internal workings when we interview a...Doctor Lenore Noir. She is Miss Domeil's practicing therapist and an administrator at the facility. She will have more internal information when we question her." And just like that he is back to talking about business as if his quip about not liking his office never happened.

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Re: To the Halls of Justice, or something like that
« Reply #8 on: Nov 11, 17, 07:12:59 PM »
Lynette made a note of that. The argument of personal control over one's abilities and actions could be a way in for stewardship or a guardian ad litem scenario. If Ms. Domeil had issues controlling her extraordinary abilities then it would only serve that Dark Haven was performing in their main function of protecting Chaillot from the Dark Jeweled who were unable to manage themselves.

" Often times it is best to press for more in hopes that the Defendant will settle for the lesser options. If we press for full release with a clause for Craft guardianship under another personage qualified to tutor and monitor Lady Domeil the chances are they will be more content to settle with the lesser demand of removing the controlling collar." Lynnette vocalized even as she wrote the notes and the connecting theories. Later she would have to dig into research and see what case history there was. See if any others had tried, even utilizing the cases surrounding the outlawing of slavery, to take this tactic. Law was merely about precedence.

The Council could write the laws until their hands fell off but it was up to their department to interpret those laws into actual codes. Blood Law and Common Law were two separate entities and in Chaillot often had to be worked together in a sort of legal gray area. A reason why having a good working relationship with the council was often a mandatory item in order to see laws enforced across cultures.

"I wasn't referring to those who worked as caretakers or physicians. I was thinking more along the custodial lines. Those who would be doing the drudge work and be less than enthused about their positions. Also, past patients are more likely to speak of any ill-treatment. Their families may or may not be a good resource" The hospital would try to defend away from Domeil's claims of abuse of power. She knew the routine. They would paint her unstable and rebellious. That she had already proven herself an unreliable source for hiding herself away from Chaillot's culture and training. They would need to get others who could collaborate her story.

His question about hating his office came out of left field. Of course, she had requested they move to a different location twice so perhaps it shouldn't have surprised her that he had picked up on her reluctance to remain in the confined space longer than mandatory.

"I don't hate your office Overseer... it is very eclectically arranged. I am more concerned about accidentally putting your dis.. your organization method into disarray." There, that was polite. Much better than shouting that his office needed cleaning and she couldn't concentrate with books that looked almost predatory for how they surrounded them. Or that she felt like the wall was a vice that was slowly closing in on her.

Then just like that, he was back on topic. Whiplash enough that Lynnette wondered if that was how he went through life. Talking with odd little jumps that took the mind a moment to catch up. For a moment she just blinked before writing down Lenore's name and notes to dig into her history as much as she could. There had to be a few records floating about and if there were any previously filed complaints Lynette would find them.

"As much as any spider will inform the fly on how a web works..." She muttered more to herself than for Noah's benefit. Lynette was fine taking a neutral stance on people but if this Lady Noire was overseeing the place and Lady Domeil was remarking on abuses made by the staff; well corruption tended to start at the top and roll downwards.

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Re: To the Halls of Justice, or something like that
« Reply #9 on: Nov 14, 17, 03:18:57 AM »
Noah didn't immediately respond to Lynette. Instead he simply sunk into his chair and nodded off with eyes closed. His fingers however twitched and flicked against each other as he thought-fugued her suggestions. Of course that is a tactic! Pressing for more in the hopes of settling for less. The difficulty would reside in whether they call our bluff. Considering the magnitude of Dark Haven's presence it wouldn't be a long shot to believe they would try to make us show our hand if we were demanding full release. It was still a good idea and rather than discount it, he instead looked at it from another angle. No no. Rather than argue for release...we use the release to JUSTIFY removing the collar. She could fight release juridically but chooses not to. She is willing and able to comply even if she could feasibly win a suit to be released. That would seriously help our case for getting the collar off.

As she continued to list off her thoughts Noah ignored half of what she said but the jist came through. Everyone would lie, even the orderlies. He mused. No true statement in the house if Dark Haven is dirty from the inside everyone's stories would be suspect. But...we can anticipate that and can prepare against it. Dealing with corrupt witnesses and testimonies seriously sucked. It required almost painstaking attention to detail regarding every aspect of testimony. The slightest crack or hole in the consensus-dirty-story could blow it all to pieces but the holes were always layered in testimonials. It was extremely hard, at least for Noah, to ferret them out even when he "Listened" to them. But if Lynette's gut feeling was true...he would have to brush up on that skill pretty quick.

He only opened his eyes when she spoke of his office and looked at her. No once-over or stare-at-the-center-of-your-face. It was eye to eye. He had to admit! She had pretty eyes. "Wha??" He suddenly lifted himself from his chair as if rising using only his legs. "It's not eclectic!" He hissed the words. "It's practical! All the books are opened to where they need to be for quick and easy reference. I don't have to sit and waste time by digging out books and flipping through pages to the bookmark to fiddle through paragraphs to find what I need. Where I left off is right there! I just have to LOOK. Over there!" He points to a book. It was one of the Dark Haven texts resting open on a bookshelf. It was slim, perhaps a hundred pages and was held open by a book sitting atop of it's edge still tucked away on the shelf. "And..." He tried to find a better word but couldn't find one. "Tada! There it is! And if I don't need it anymore I just flip to what I need next and can refer back to it, with ease mind!, later." He gestured to the papers that tended to find sanctuary near the open books. "Those are simply references to remind me of where I've been. It lets me recall what I've read faster that way." He let out a huff. "But if it is distasteful or whatever I'll have the books stacked all orderly or whatever once i've finished memorizing them."

He opened the door to his office and there stood Tabby, holding a cardboard container of food. Noah practically drooled. "Miiiisss Tabby, you are a goddess among women...you got something for you? Cool. Enjoy your lunch." He closed the door with his foot and walked to his desk and sat down. He had no qualms opening the container, taking the fork stashed inside and began to eat.

He spoke between bites. "So! Based on what you suggest our strategy is pretty simple. We must assume that at some level all testimonies made by any officer of Dark Haven will on some level be falsified. We can also assume that there will be collaboration OF that falsification among the crew. With that in mind I believe pressuring for release in the hopes of early capitulation would be a bad move. The extremely dubious nature regarding her interment can be, if validated, a very potent tool for her case. She could, argue release but she isn't. She is merely arguing for human decency. Not only does it diminish the view of her being some insane demon in human skin but also shows that she is rational, tolerant and supportive of the system. Thus weakening her mandate in Dark Haven enough to make her being collared suspect." He said.

He took a few bites and looked at her for her opinion. Before she could speak it however he knocked his head back on the chair. "Sorry! I'm being rude." He gestured to his food. If she was hoping he would STOP eating she was wrong. Instead he offered her the container. "Would you like some? It's crazy good."

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Re: To the Halls of Justice, or something like that
« Reply #10 on: Nov 15, 17, 10:55:58 AM »
Her day was complete. She had managed to offend Overseer Langevin. Thoughts of having to work with defense attorneys because her days at the prosecutor's office crept through her with a vile little shiver. It wasn't the defense attorney's faults they often represented slimeballs or the scum of Chaillot. They were doing just what they swore to do; uphold the laws of Chaillot and ensure every Landen received a fair trial. It didn't mean that Lynette wished to work there.

"My apologies Overseer Langevin. I am accustomed to the paralegal offices where things are a bit more spartan. I will adjust to your filing system." Lynette managed even as took some comfort and a bit of joy that he intended on working with her still. She knew her reputation of efficiency was almost outweighed by her reputation for being a bit of a stick in the mud. She didn't go out and drink with other legal aides. Refused meals with her superiors and didn't blur any of the rules of professional conduct.

His address to his secretary was endearing. Rough abrasive Overseer Langevin being sweet and complimentary where many Judiciaries were curt and often peevish at their assigned secretary. Her eyes followed him from door to his desk. It took everything in her not to look horrified as he started eating with all those law books and papers right at his desk. What if food got on it? The oils from the butter would seep in and ruin in.

"Precisely. It places the burden of proof upon Dark Haven as to why such a precaution is needed. By using precedent set by the Blood Courts themselves for anti slavery laws, which I am certain we can find some reference to those collars, it can strengthen our case for her mental stability and willingness to cooperate with a reasonable program intended for a sooner, rather than later, outpatient release" He had followed where she was leading. His own spin because most other Jurists would have thrown every charge possible in hopes something would stick instead of taking them all and forging them into a single weapon. A point to make about the sanity of their client.

To Lynette, the case was now something other than just helping Lady Domiel, it was more about setting precedent. This was how laws were made and were stricken from the books. Not through the political maneuverings of the Council but instead with how jurists saw and interpreted the law. The exciting part of law that showed just how black and white words could be turned into a myriad of applications from the simplest of wording.

"No, but thank you... I will take my lunch at my normal hour. It does smell amazing though" Excited about this idea and venture Lynette could ignore the strange mannerisms of Noah's. Instead she was jotting down her notes in that quick and efficient penmanship. Notes to research the exact anti-slavery laws penned in both landen and blood law as well as try to find Ms. Domiel's tithe records. Lynette had no doubt the local court had a copy of Dark Haven's bylaws on file for her to request. Many things to do and thankfully Astrid didn't mind late nights of cuddling while she worked.

"The question being is where will we be drafting this complaint for filing? It will change the language a little between our system and the Blood system." As well as the filing. One would go directly to their local district court before moving up along the chain; the other would have to go directly to the Territory Blood Court. For all their talk of women being precious to them, the Blood had a narrow view that defined acceptable femininity. Somehow Lynette felt that Ms. Domiel would fall on the outside of that viewpoint of both femininity but also humanity.

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Re: To the Halls of Justice, or something like that
« Reply #11 on: Nov 16, 17, 02:05:06 AM »
Noah nodded as she followed through with the reasoning. Noah's approach to cases were simple. Everything is honed for the preferred outcome of the client with just enough wiggle room to account for left-field slams made by the opposition. Based on the testimony by Juliette if the cause of her interment was true then Dark Haven will have a difficult time justifying much of anything. It would even throw any quirks observed by Dark Haven into suspect. In effect...everything regarding Juliette would be made suspect.

Then of course came the big question. Where was the Court of instance? "The Territory Court of course." Noah said simply. "Most of the agreements and regulations between Dark Haven and Challiot occurred at the Territory level, give or take a few particulars in each province but nothing that is either juridical in nature or relevant to the case. Not only that, the fact that Dark Haven is both privately operated as well as territory-wide in scope makes it an issue of the Territory Court. It also works in our favor because there is no appeal at the Territory level." Noah remembered the Blood cases he worked early on, where the threat of appeal was always apparent. Take it up the ladder in hopes the higher Court would override the judgement. Thankfully the Courts didn't bother to listen to it. Still. Appeals sucked. It meant you had to do the same case all over again!

"While we arrange the paperwork there is something I need you to do." He said, finishing his breakfast/lunch. It wasn't much of a grand feast. Several bites and the food was gone. He meticulously folded the container and gently slid it into a garbage basket. "First and foremost we need to confirm her internment story. I do believe that Miss Domeil is not insane. This means that she has no reason to lie about how she was interred into Dark Haven. I have a name I wish for you to look into. 'The Pirate's Noose'. It was the naval vessel that was in the fisheries the day Madame Domeil's ship sank and she washed ashore. See if you can contact the naval administry for any documentation of any engagements the Noose ran into anywhere from five to seven months ago. You will be looking for a dogfight with a privateer vessel with no markings or flag insignia in the southern fisheries."

Noah rubbed his hands together. "While you do that I will arrange a meeting with Madame Noir, Dark Haven's administrator and I will assume Madame Domeil's chief therapist. I must make sure there is no other avenue of remedy before we submit our filing to the Territory Court. Nothing half-ass on this one. I also need access to what records Dark Haven has on Madame Domeil including her diagnosis and treatment plan. After that..." He rubbed his hands together "We go on a scavenger hunt to the Southern Fisheries. I want to see Domeil's downed ship for myself as well as the sight of the battle." Noah is hoping the patterns of damage on the ship will give an unbiased clue to what happened there. Did Juliette never attack and run into reefs as she claimed or is there more? It was going to be a good day that day. Noah hadn't gotten a chance to sleuth in years. It was the closest thing he had to adventuretime.

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Re: To the Halls of Justice, or something like that
« Reply #12 on: Nov 17, 17, 11:08:03 AM »
Territory court made the most sense for the filing. Landen courts would be easier to process through; but the victory would be a hollow one. Pointless as no landen citizen was ever at risk of being collared and tossed into Dark haven. Territory Court just meant she would be submitting her Complaint with them along with official summons for the records needed and kept within the territory records.

Lynette would be digging out her cheat sheet for the various caste systems of address. The Blood had a bit more intricate naming theme than their own for honorifics. It was best not to offend their delicate sensibilities when they wished the Territory Court's cooperation. She had learned early on that calling a Prince merely Lord was considered the height of rude and even barbaric.

" I shall file the initial complaint then along with formal request for release of certain records. I believe, Overseer Langevin, that we should at least file a second copy of this petition with the Council. We may need their weight behind this to see it upheld." Lynette had written down the notes required. Her own addendum would be added; further research she felt may be helpful or at least offer some insight to the route they needed to take in tackling this.

"I will request the logs.. Though I don't hold much hope for the ship's dog fight to be actually recorded unless it was noted as salvage. The Blood community tends to not leave much behind to bear witness" Lynette wasn't certain if they could put together that much of the story without actually going to the scene of the crime, so to speak.

"I will file the appropriate forms with the Territory court at the same time as our initial Complaint. That way you can have the form on you when you meet with Madame Noir" The mention of travel was a bit daunting. The blood unrest hadn't broken out into actual battles yet but it made for tension, checkpoints, and finding a pet sitter for her bunny. The last one more anxiety causing than the others. Rabbits were notoriously delicate creatures. Sensitive and dependant upon routine. She supposed she could ask her mother to peek in on the bunny, but then it would lead to all 'those' conversations.

"I am assuming I will receive a per diem from the department while travelling?" She would make certain that Noah signed the appropriate forms. They both would need lodging and travel arrangements made; along with the planning of supplies and forwarding of correspondence. Much of which she knew that his secretary would handle; still Lynette hated to cede control over her movements so easily. No wonder Lady Domiel was chafing under her interment. Lynette could barely hazard a guess at the panic the poor woman was feeling being trapped and confined to another's routine or schedule.

While Noah was looking forward to sleuthing Lynette was running all the possibilities and putting together a mental itinerary of their travels and investigation times. Down to even mealtimes structured to avoid the rush of morning, afternoon, and evening traffic. Everything stated and planned Lynette rose. Her legal pad and pen slid once more into her neat little briefcase. Her, now cold, coffee picked up as she rose from the chair.

” I will get the summons processed and ready for your signature this evening; that I can deliver them to the Territory Steward first thing tomorrow.” A brief flicker of a smile was offered over those impassive features. Just a moment then it was gone.

”If I am excused Overseer..”

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Re: To the Halls of Justice, or something like that
« Reply #13 on: Nov 17, 17, 01:26:51 PM »
"Good good." Noah said when it came to the formal request for records however the second part made him start to nip on his thumb like a babe. He was thinking but not fuguing, which meant he was agitated. "The Council doesn't want any part of it." Noah groaned. "I got a delicious little visit from the judiciary subcommittee before I went to the paralegal pool. They aren't too happy with the fact the Council's legal representative is pursuing a Blood v Blood case. Well...he said." In a VERY snobby way 'We are CONCERNED, Messire Langevin of the MESSAGE your case will send'. So! We're going to have to operate without a JOC budget. Which is fine! I have plenty of cash on hand for the case. I have a financial pool back from before I took up the JOC position that is literally begging to be spent on something worthwhile. We'll be fine." He slid back up to his feet.

"You can however go ahead and file it with them if you want. Just don't be surprised if you don't. What will more than likely happen is I get another earful and have to kick yet ANOTHER subcommittee member out of my office." He shrugged, telling her he didn't mind.

As she finished up discussing the particulars Noah nodded. "Alright. I will do my end and put them to processing. We should have a writ from the Territory Court later in the week. I am sure within the month we'll hear our first dismissal motion."

He then was about to get lost in thought when she asked if she was excused. He looked at her oddly. "Excused? Did you sneeze?" What a strange notion. "Your not a captive! Go! Go." He gestured to the door. "Oh!" He walked over to his desk and pulled out his notebook, he tore out several pages and handed them to her. "The notes I took from my discussion with Madame Domeil. I don't need them anymore."