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⌖ BLACK BANDANAS | ACT II. | INTERLUDE ‹ ⚜ › ❝ if they get me upset, they gon' die, that's on gang. ❞
— JANUARY TWENTY SEVENTH, SAME DAY 1:3O P.M. ᐟ
"Good afternoon, I'm Vanessa Cole, reporting live from the Los Angeles courthouse, where just an hour ago, the highly publicized trial of Jasiah Brown & Silver Marcellus reached a stunning conclusion. After weeks of anticipation, the jury found both men guilty on charges of first-degree murder & obstruction of justice. However, in a shocking turn, the judge—citing self defense as a mitigating factor—sentenced them not to prison, but to probation."
The crowd behind her was a mess of clashing emotions. Cheers erupted from Brown's supporters, while enraged protesters pressed against barricades, holding up signs that read "JUSTICE FOR ALL, NOT JUST THE RICH!" & "MONEY TALKS, JUSTICE WALKS." Security struggled to contain the tension as a man broke through the line, voice raw with anger.
"That was my nephew! Justice was BOUGHT today!" He shouted. "& she brought up his sister! It was a sympathetic move."
Jasiah, stepping out of the courthouse with Spoon at his side, caught sight of the man speaking on Honesty. His gaze locked onto the man, but instead of reacting with anger, he simply smiled. A slow, knowing smirk. He won & he had business to handle as soon as he got in that black SUV & that's all that mattered.
"Despite being found guilty, Brown & Marcellus will not serve another day behind bars," Vanessa continued, shifting slightly to acknowledge the growing unrest around her. "The prosecution argued that their actions after the fact—most notably, concealing the body—obstructed justice & warranted prison time. However, the defense successfully positioned the case as an act of survival rather than premeditated violence."
The camera cut to Jasiah & Silver weaving through a sea of reporters, both men wearing unreadable expressions as microphones were shoved toward them, demanding answers neither of them had any intention of giving.
"Fuck out the way man!" Spoon said, a mug pulling at his lip.
"Some call the judge's ruling a miscarriage of justice, while others believe it was a fair decision given the circumstances. But one thing remains clear—Jasiah Brown is a man with influence, & today, that influence may have kept him out of prison."
The news cut to interviews with locals outside the courthouse, each voice adding to the growing divide.
"Look, I don't care what anybody says," one man scoffed, shaking his head. "If that was me or anybody else from my neighborhood, we'd be locked up right now. But Jasiah? He's got connections. He's got money, millions to offer. That's the real justice system for you."
An older man leaned against his car, a slow nod of approval as he spoke. "People luh' to hate on success. That young buck thea' is a smart businessman, & the judge made the right call. Them boys ain't go looking fa' trouble—trouble came to them. The real injustice woulda' been sending they behind away for defending themselves. Judge ain't want that backlash."
