yevkassem72
Resident Jacobin
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- Aug 22, 2006
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Judge Robert Lavelle scanned the corpses and then the culprit. She was yet another jilted wife who'd murdered her husband and his mistress. Fucking stupid! These women knew the price and yet they still committed murders in the heat of jealousy. It never made sense to Lavelle, but it didn't matter. The Law was what mattered, and the Law made no exceptions.
"Prepare to be Judged."
The woman stood, obviously scared, as she had the right to be. Her life was over. Lavelle never showed mercy to criminals. That was the route to social chaos.
"Municipal Code 7.450. Two counts of second degree murder. Guilty. Sentence: death. Execution to take place immediately," Lavelle personally put the woman out of her misery. He was deaf to her pleas for mercy, just as she had been to those of her victims.
"Clean them up," he told the maintenance crew.
"Alright, boys. Let's find the next fool who broke the Law," he led his party of junior street Judges.
Lavelle reminded himself never to get married or take a girlfriend. Casual sex was much simpler and avoided emotional messes like this. People never thought about the consequences of their dumb reactions. They felt rather than thought. Lavelle didn't have that luxury. He was a street Judge. Feelings could get you killed. You buried them and reined them in with an iron determination. Compassion was a killer on the streets, as sure as a shot to the head.
OOC:
Seeking more street Judges, criminals, and others. Warning. Lavelle's character is much like Judge Joseph Dredd's. He has no mercy at all. He never cuts anyone any slack. If you play a criminal, bear that in mind.
"Prepare to be Judged."
The woman stood, obviously scared, as she had the right to be. Her life was over. Lavelle never showed mercy to criminals. That was the route to social chaos.
"Municipal Code 7.450. Two counts of second degree murder. Guilty. Sentence: death. Execution to take place immediately," Lavelle personally put the woman out of her misery. He was deaf to her pleas for mercy, just as she had been to those of her victims.
"Clean them up," he told the maintenance crew.
"Alright, boys. Let's find the next fool who broke the Law," he led his party of junior street Judges.
Lavelle reminded himself never to get married or take a girlfriend. Casual sex was much simpler and avoided emotional messes like this. People never thought about the consequences of their dumb reactions. They felt rather than thought. Lavelle didn't have that luxury. He was a street Judge. Feelings could get you killed. You buried them and reined them in with an iron determination. Compassion was a killer on the streets, as sure as a shot to the head.
OOC:
Seeking more street Judges, criminals, and others. Warning. Lavelle's character is much like Judge Joseph Dredd's. He has no mercy at all. He never cuts anyone any slack. If you play a criminal, bear that in mind.
