faded. (chapter one, unfinished)
Series: Ace Attorney
Rating: PG 13. (Violence)
Characters: Phoenix Wright, unknown.
Summary Phoenix gets kidnapped.
Author's note: Probably won't be finished ever.
Long night's at the club were hardly something new. Phoenix packed up his cards after shuffling the deck, his eyes lowered and inconspicuous yet he himself remained on high alert. His shoulders were hunched, his back was leaning back against his chair comfortable and all in all, he looked ridiculously comfortable whilst keeping his guard up for any important information that might circle its way around the tight knit club.
He took his time, slowly sliding the cards into a neat pile only to pull them apart in his hands to check that all the cards were there, though it was really more of a lazy attempt to look busy whilst his mind wandered to more pressing matters. He halved the deck and shoved his hands into his pockets, fingers fiddling absently with the edges as his eyes lowered towards the bottle of grape juice he had beside him. He took a long sip and slid himself further into his chair, his other free hand reaching up to adjust his hat whilst his eyes circled the dimly lit club. It was mostly empty by now, with the barman stacking the chairs on top of the bar. He was used to Phoenix staying well over his time (and to him stealing grape juice, for that matter).
Phoenix gave the man a nod and the barman returned the sentiment before switching all of the lights off, apart from one. Phoenix took that as his cue to leave, and after finishing his drink, he stood and left through the back door.
Ten minutes into his long walk home, he began to realize something odd. The lights on the side of the road would flicker and fall, his footing would become irregular, the sounds around him would fade in and fade out. He felt drunk; and a lot drunker than he usually felt. In fact, he'd barely had alcohol tonight. Something was wrong.
He stopped abruptly, his eyebrows knitted together in thought as he looked around, noting his eyesight had become blurry and his breathing had slowed as his thoughts became foggy. Confusion hit him seconds before the wave of tiredness and his legs buckled from under him.
The last thing he saw before he blacked out completely was a pair of worn, squeaky leather shoes.
Rating: PG 13. (Violence)
Characters: Phoenix Wright, unknown.
Summary Phoenix gets kidnapped.
Author's note: Probably won't be finished ever.
Long night's at the club were hardly something new. Phoenix packed up his cards after shuffling the deck, his eyes lowered and inconspicuous yet he himself remained on high alert. His shoulders were hunched, his back was leaning back against his chair comfortable and all in all, he looked ridiculously comfortable whilst keeping his guard up for any important information that might circle its way around the tight knit club.
He took his time, slowly sliding the cards into a neat pile only to pull them apart in his hands to check that all the cards were there, though it was really more of a lazy attempt to look busy whilst his mind wandered to more pressing matters. He halved the deck and shoved his hands into his pockets, fingers fiddling absently with the edges as his eyes lowered towards the bottle of grape juice he had beside him. He took a long sip and slid himself further into his chair, his other free hand reaching up to adjust his hat whilst his eyes circled the dimly lit club. It was mostly empty by now, with the barman stacking the chairs on top of the bar. He was used to Phoenix staying well over his time (and to him stealing grape juice, for that matter).
Phoenix gave the man a nod and the barman returned the sentiment before switching all of the lights off, apart from one. Phoenix took that as his cue to leave, and after finishing his drink, he stood and left through the back door.
Ten minutes into his long walk home, he began to realize something odd. The lights on the side of the road would flicker and fall, his footing would become irregular, the sounds around him would fade in and fade out. He felt drunk; and a lot drunker than he usually felt. In fact, he'd barely had alcohol tonight. Something was wrong.
He stopped abruptly, his eyebrows knitted together in thought as he looked around, noting his eyesight had become blurry and his breathing had slowed as his thoughts became foggy. Confusion hit him seconds before the wave of tiredness and his legs buckled from under him.
The last thing he saw before he blacked out completely was a pair of worn, squeaky leather shoes.