GL Drabble - Big Purple Court - 400 words
Title: GL Drabble - Big Purple Court - 400 words
Author: wICKEDjOY
Characters: Doris Wolfe, Blake Marler, Father Ray, plus special guests
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Includes reference to speculation (not spoilers) about the current storyline - that is post 4th July 2009.
Standard Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libellous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
A/N: Along with The Brilliant and The Addictive, there is a lot of The Confusing, The Ridiculous and The Hysterical flying around the GL world at the moment, so of course I figured, why not add to the insanity? (Don’t worry, I don’t rant and rave - I write drabbles).
Thanks again to those who take the time to leave comments. Especially since I’m a bit off my game at the moment.
Big Purple Court - 400 words
Doris Wolfe is rushing up the Court House steps, when she bumps into a bouncy Blake Marler.
“Have you come to hear the verdict?”
“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” the town gossip replies. “You know, rumour has it that they found all sorts of things hidden under the church.”
“Well, the case against him is strong,” the Mayor concedes, heading into the courtroom.
“I heard,” Blake continues, following her inside, “that among the pieces they found Frank’s divorce papers, Natalia’s backbone and... a rubber duck.”
“Not to mention, Original Rafe,” Doris adds.
Blake gasps, “No! The poor boy.”
***
“Order! Order in the court!”
The Big Purple Gavel comes thundering down.
“The Defendant will rise.”
A whispering hush descends on the room as Father Ray gets to his feet.
“Has the Jury reached a verdict?”
“We have Your Honour.”
“What say you.”
“We the Jury find the Defendant, Father Ray Santos, guilty of High Treason for his role in the conspiracy against our Goddess.”
A cheer breaks out.
“Order!” demands the Judge. She turns her disapproving gaze to Father Ray, who holds his chin up defiantly.
“I have had just about enough of this case. I’m ready to sentence you now.”
The room goes silent.
Then the sound of a baby’s cry breaks the quiet, growing louder, until all colour drains from the Priest’s face.
“Father Ray Santos. I sentence you to an eternity of muted facial expressions. You will be banished from the realm of the Goddess and furthermore suffer the penalty of having to deal with the negative ramifications of the Storyline of Doom.”
The screaming baby is placed in his arms.
“Take him away.” She slams down her gavel.
“What is this?” he asks.
“A Hysterical Baby,” the Bailiff answers, before leading him away.
“No, no, you’ve got it wrong!” the prisoner insists, but no-one is listening.
***
An hour later, Father Ray is led to his cell.
His cell mate looks up to see the broken man, eyebrows shaved off, a Hysterical Baby on his hip, and a baby bag over his shoulder. His surprise is matched only by Father Ray’s.
“Frank?! What are you doing here?”
“They found me guilty,” he hangs his head, “of Stalking, Stupidity, a series of Passive-Aggressive Offences against the Goddess, and...” He swallows. “And of Fraud.”
“Fraud?”
He sighs. “I was trying to pass myself off as a Good Man.”
“Oh.”
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Author: wICKEDjOY
Characters: Doris Wolfe, Blake Marler, Father Ray, plus special guests
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Includes reference to speculation (not spoilers) about the current storyline - that is post 4th July 2009.
Standard Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libellous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
A/N: Along with The Brilliant and The Addictive, there is a lot of The Confusing, The Ridiculous and The Hysterical flying around the GL world at the moment, so of course I figured, why not add to the insanity? (Don’t worry, I don’t rant and rave - I write drabbles).
Thanks again to those who take the time to leave comments. Especially since I’m a bit off my game at the moment.
Big Purple Court - 400 words
Doris Wolfe is rushing up the Court House steps, when she bumps into a bouncy Blake Marler.
“Have you come to hear the verdict?”
“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” the town gossip replies. “You know, rumour has it that they found all sorts of things hidden under the church.”
“Well, the case against him is strong,” the Mayor concedes, heading into the courtroom.
“I heard,” Blake continues, following her inside, “that among the pieces they found Frank’s divorce papers, Natalia’s backbone and... a rubber duck.”
“Not to mention, Original Rafe,” Doris adds.
Blake gasps, “No! The poor boy.”
***
“Order! Order in the court!”
The Big Purple Gavel comes thundering down.
“The Defendant will rise.”
A whispering hush descends on the room as Father Ray gets to his feet.
“Has the Jury reached a verdict?”
“We have Your Honour.”
“What say you.”
“We the Jury find the Defendant, Father Ray Santos, guilty of High Treason for his role in the conspiracy against our Goddess.”
A cheer breaks out.
“Order!” demands the Judge. She turns her disapproving gaze to Father Ray, who holds his chin up defiantly.
“I have had just about enough of this case. I’m ready to sentence you now.”
The room goes silent.
Then the sound of a baby’s cry breaks the quiet, growing louder, until all colour drains from the Priest’s face.
“Father Ray Santos. I sentence you to an eternity of muted facial expressions. You will be banished from the realm of the Goddess and furthermore suffer the penalty of having to deal with the negative ramifications of the Storyline of Doom.”
The screaming baby is placed in his arms.
“Take him away.” She slams down her gavel.
“What is this?” he asks.
“A Hysterical Baby,” the Bailiff answers, before leading him away.
“No, no, you’ve got it wrong!” the prisoner insists, but no-one is listening.
***
An hour later, Father Ray is led to his cell.
His cell mate looks up to see the broken man, eyebrows shaved off, a Hysterical Baby on his hip, and a baby bag over his shoulder. His surprise is matched only by Father Ray’s.
“Frank?! What are you doing here?”
“They found me guilty,” he hangs his head, “of Stalking, Stupidity, a series of Passive-Aggressive Offences against the Goddess, and...” He swallows. “And of Fraud.”
“Fraud?”
He sighs. “I was trying to pass myself off as a Good Man.”
“Oh.”
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