Everything blended and blurred as he sped to his destination. He barely paid mind to the shouts of man nor honks of machine. His muscles were on fire, the wind that blew against him stung yet he didn't relent pushing forward harder.
The white building came into sight but he didn't slow, rushing through the hallways and up the staircase until he was huffing and puffing just outside the doors of the operation theatre. There was no one else just him and the stark white walls. He collapsed on the chair clenching and unclenching his fists as he tried to calm his nerves.
The there were footsteps, many footsteps hastily coming his way but too lost in his thoughts he didn't notice till the cuffs fell on his wrists and locked in place with a click. "You have the right to remain silent anything you say can and will be used against you in court". His face showed plain confusion "what?" "You are being arrested as prime suspect in the attempted murder of Robert E. O. Speedwagon."
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The cell was a tad too tiny for his big build but sitting in a corner, with his limbs tucked in Jonathan appeared small and lost as he spaced out.
Erina had visited him almost as soon as he had arrived. The cops had come to their door seemingly moments after his abrupt departure and assumed he had fled.
One thing after the other lately nothing ever went his way. First his father and now this. Perhaps if he had listenedthen this might have been prevented. This was his fault. Solely his to blame.
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"The court is in a few days"
"I know"
"He will be there against you"
There was no reply nor reaction.
"Its getting late, I'll see you tomorrow then."
He gave a weak smile that withered off as soon as she left.
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The box in which he stood felt confining. He looked horrible and he knew it. He didn't chance looking at the people seated and ignored the hushed murmuring. His eyes followed the familiar blonde in the black lawyers uniform who accused him, phrased and bent things against him.
His own advocate a greenhorn appointed by the court was sweating buckets and truely never stood a chance. Who could blame the fellow he was going against the devil who hasn't a single loss. The rest of the blackcoats had out right refused to take his side or weasled out of the predicament. One way or the other everyone washed their hands off of him. All except the pitiful fumbling one who was unfortunate enough to have drawn the short straw.
Everyone looked convinced of the verdict that would be bestowed upon the last Joestar. It was just a matter of time till the hammer struck and sealed his fate. Or so it seemed until the heavy doors were pushed open and a body fell through onto the carpeted floor of the court. The guards entered immediately after and grabbed the fellow. His eyes fell on the man like everyone else. A familiar hat came into view above wavy hair.
"Mr. Joestar is innocent!"
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