Not in Kansas anymore [OTA Arrival, Tag Letty]
He couldn't help thinking about what he'd said. I'm not running anymore. Yeah, well, he'd said he'd die before going back to prison, too, and here he was, on the transport bus.
It didn't matter to him anymore, not in the way it had. They'd made Campos pay for what he'd done to Letty, O'Conner and him. That mattered more.
But it didn't matter how much he kept telling himself that, he could keep hearing the Judge, over and over. Sitting there, chained to the guy beside him, driving out in the desert, and the only thing in his mind was those words.
This judiciary finds that one right does not make up for a lifetime worth of wrongs, and as such, I find that I am forced to level the maximum sentence under California law. Dominic Toretto, you are hereby sentenced to serve 25 years to life at the Lompoc Maximum Security Prison system, without the possibility of early parole.
The only thing that broke that dismal reverie was a sound more familiar than almost any other. So much so that he thought he had to be kidding himself. No how, now way those two would try something so stupid-
Only, they really would. And for him. Dom grinned in spite of himself, "Holy shit, boy grew some balls after all."
Except when he looked out the window there wasn't any car. There wasn't any desert, or highway, or any of the shit that was supposed to be there. He wasn't even on a bus, for all that he had the jumpsuit on and the cuffs were still around his wrists.
"What the fuck?"
[OOC:YES I AM WEAK. He's wearing an orange prison jumpsuit and has cuffs on his wrists but no chains. And he's in the cafe, by a window.]
It didn't matter to him anymore, not in the way it had. They'd made Campos pay for what he'd done to Letty, O'Conner and him. That mattered more.
But it didn't matter how much he kept telling himself that, he could keep hearing the Judge, over and over. Sitting there, chained to the guy beside him, driving out in the desert, and the only thing in his mind was those words.
This judiciary finds that one right does not make up for a lifetime worth of wrongs, and as such, I find that I am forced to level the maximum sentence under California law. Dominic Toretto, you are hereby sentenced to serve 25 years to life at the Lompoc Maximum Security Prison system, without the possibility of early parole.
The only thing that broke that dismal reverie was a sound more familiar than almost any other. So much so that he thought he had to be kidding himself. No how, now way those two would try something so stupid-
Only, they really would. And for him. Dom grinned in spite of himself, "Holy shit, boy grew some balls after all."
Except when he looked out the window there wasn't any car. There wasn't any desert, or highway, or any of the shit that was supposed to be there. He wasn't even on a bus, for all that he had the jumpsuit on and the cuffs were still around his wrists.
"What the fuck?"
[OOC:YES I AM WEAK. He's wearing an orange prison jumpsuit and has cuffs on his wrists but no chains. And he's in the cafe, by a window.]