Turnabout Legacy 1.0
"Well...um..."
Phoenix Wright tilted his head slightly, staring at the box that was now his home. Somehow, he was expecting a bit...more. At the very least, he expected to see some windows but alas, all there was were a door and bland white siding. The only colorful thing in sight was the yellow phonebook he assumed was left behind by the construction crew, after they had finished building his box.
"...It's not The Ritz but it's ours, at least. Isn't that right, Malibu?" Phoenix looked down at the orange-colored cat that lay beside his feet. He couldn't complain. Since childhood, he wanted a place to call his own, where he made the rules. Growing up in a strict household caused him to become stir crazy and upon reaching the age of eighteen, he was ready to escape. No longer would he be told what to do, when to do it and who to do it with. He was his own man, even if it meant he would be sleeping on wooden floors for a while. He hightailed it to the newly established town of Lobelia the minute his secretly-commissioned house was finished. The virtually empty town was a breath of fresh air from the busy city life of Bridgeport.
"It'll all work out, Malibu. We'll show them." The cat just stared blankly at his owner. "Come on. Let's see what this town has to offer us." Phoenix put Malibu down and began walking down the street, towards the bookstore that stood at the end of the block.
Phoenix couldn't help but giggle at the name: A Novel Idea. He loved punny store names.
"Hey, look, Mali. There's a grocery store over there."
When he looked back to see if Malibu was still following him, Phoenix's heart nearly jumped out of his chest. Was that...could it...
He had heard there was some sort of outbreak in several other towns but he thought he'd be safe in Lobelia. He wanted to take Malibu and run but fear kept him glued. His tongue twisted to call out for help, as the creature got closer and closer until...
He petted Malibu.
As it turned out, Nastya (trappingit) was a nice zombie. Sure, he kinda smelled like bodily fluid but Phoenix was used to the smell. As a child, his mother often smelled the same way,, after she had taken the pool boy into the cabana to "scold him". Nastya was still very friendly and the two seemed to have many things in common. As they were having a deep conversation on the pros and cons of bed skirts, some yowling caught Phoenix' attention.
"Malibu, no!" Phoenix rushed over and pulled his cat away from the now badly assaulted sofa. As he shook his finger at Malibu, Nastya stared on curiously.
"...I don't blame him, really. That sofa really clashes with the room."
It was at that time that Phoenix decided it was time to leave. But he had one more thing to do. As the plumbing at his box was still on the fritz, it wasn't safe to release any form of waste, lest it disturb the Porcelain God and cause a flood of excrement to bury what little furniture he had.
When they got home, Malibu was banished to the corner. As he sat there, looking over his shoulder at his owner, the look in his eyes clearly reflected his concern. Why was his owner skipping rope? Did he not remember he was an eighteen-year-old male?
Phoenix didn't care at first. He loved jump rope. It was a highly understated sport. But when a group of strangers swarmed him with judging stares, he had to stop. He tried to play it off and convince the one woman in the group that he was entirely straight but for whatever reason, she wasn't believing him.
Phoenix then decided that if his words didn't convince her, a manly job would. He'd get a job in something manly, like...like...the military! But alas...the only jobs available didn't scream manly. They kinda screamed pansy who still lives with his mom.
Resigning himself to sitting on the couch and eating hotdogs (because hotdogs are manly), Phoenix started up the grill. Just as the dogs were turning a nice deep maroon, he realized something. "Fffffuuuuu-I forgot the mustard!" He plated the dogs and placed them on the counter, before running out of the house. "Don't touch those, Mali!" He yelled out as he ran across the street to Kuiva Groceries.
"Mustard, mustard, must...ard..." Phoenix trailed off, as he walked further inside Kuiva Groceries. Before him stood a something of majestic beauty. No, it wasn't mustard, though he felt that was a work of art all its own. But a woman (petchy_14),) next to her and scowled.
But the man walked off and the woman was lonely. Inside, Phoenix battled with himself. He wanted to so desperately walk up to her and introduce himself. But what if he made a fool of himself? He was never lucky with the ladies. The last girlfriend he had turned out to be a serial murderer and she almost poisoned him. He went back and forth with his inner monologue until...
"Hey...I'm Phoenix."