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Joel Marshall

Member Since 07 Sep 2016
Offline Last Active Sep 14 2016 08:56 PM

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13 September 2016 - 05:21 AM

Joel never expected to be successful in reasoning with Nich. In fact he wasn't terribly shocked with the end result, though perhaps he was a little taken aback at the man's transparency. Certainly everything had been communicated through smiling lips with a strange calmness, but there was a sociopathic nature to it that felt as though Joel's case was writing itself. Naturally he'd have to dig a lot deeper than one recorded conversation to prove that Laslow was unfit to be this child's caretaker, but he was more motivated than ever to do so. The moment he returned to his sorry excuse for an office, he was already dialing up the number Petra had given him only the day before.


His conversation with Sharla Black went as expected; she gave him more details on the trouble Christian had been in at school, though otherwise seemed as though she was ready to wash her hands of it. Joel was trying to persuade her into a statement in Petra's favor without saying it directly; if, for any reason, she thought of her as unfit and said so, he'd have a hell of a bigger predicament on his hands. But he could work with what he was given so far, which was more about Christian himself. Father figures in his life (sorely lacking), the sort of background he'd already been raised in. Considering his only mother figure was ready to be rid of him, Joel couldn't imagine his environment had been the best.


Then came conversations with the principal of his school as well as a couple of teachers, some of which had a better perception of why Christian was acting out. It would be easier for Joel to make his case if he made certain that this kid needed love and attention first and foremost-- not to be tossed to the side like a piece of property in yet another household that wouldn't spend time with him. And he could have spent the following day processing these recorded interviews into a document (he didn't have a secretary for such things), but he was eager to let Petra know of his progress. That and he half-hoped that she might have more information for him than before.


(Scouring the internet for Laslow's previous shady cases would come that weekend, when he was drunk and obsessive and bored as always.)


So he made an appointment with her at her place this time, doing his best to keep his curiosity at bay as he wandered to her front door. Three knocks and he waited as patiently as he knew how to, shuffling his beat up briefcase from one hand to the other. 

game set match

12 September 2016 - 04:56 AM

Joel would be lying if he said he didn't partly dive headfirst into this case because it involved Nicholas Laslow. Sure, this was typically his sort of "thing," what with playing the good guy from behind a desk by playing his cards right, and Petra had effectively struck a chord with him that made him empathetic. Both of these were enough for him to get into the case, but the icing on the cake was that he'd be knocking Laslow down a few pegs if he was successful. When he was successful. Failure was no longer an option, not when he knew there was a kid's wellbeing at stake. Hopefully he could make that clear to the judge if it really came down to it.


But he was convinced this entire thing was silly to start with. Why in the hell would this prick want anything to do with a child in the first place? Custody battles weren't Laslow's game to start with, and the idea that he'd get into a custody battle with his own child was laughable. His child he didn't even know existed, if only because no one thought him fit to know. Perhaps Joel had a chance to stop this matter before it even arose; perhaps it didn't have to go to the court after all.


Perhaps he would've had a better chance if he'd made an appointment, showed up at a decent time, followed any of the societal niceties that were usually afforded in professional environments. But Joel worked by his own rules, so the moment he decided he was ready to talk to Nicholas (being the day after he spoke to Petra), he waltzed right into his work building, straight past his desperate secretary, and into the man's office unannounced.


Naturally he was with a client. Having not set aside time to make an appointment, that shouldn't have been a surprise. "Oh," Joel started with a sort of mock sheepishness. He nodded to the client and smiled as pleasantly as he could, though it was rather clear he wasn't sorry at all. "I must've interrupted something. I can wait outside for a little bit, unless you two were already almost done." He pointed back and forth between them, his eyebrow twitching as he considered that. "I'm afraid the matter is urgent, Mr. Laslow."

sound & color

10 September 2016 - 06:33 PM

Ambitious? Was Joel ambitious?

Or was he simply restless in every way a man can be restless? Always looking for something else to do, something else to keep himself occupied, another way to feel useful in a world that was filled with numbness. Letting the scenery pass him by always made him feel sick. Reading news article after news article about the state of the world made him feel tired. Yet to most he appeared uncaring, detached from it all; perhaps that was because he was so damn used to it by now that it was his default to turn it off.

So when another custody case ran by his desk, he read it with furrowed brows and a sort of restlessness that nearly led him to refusing it. Sometimes those cases were satisfying if he knew the kid ended up with a brighter future, but sometimes it didn't feel like enough. Yet the moment he read the note attached-- no one else was willing to take the case-- he found himself intrigued. That interest only grew as he dug through the case, accepting it before he even reached the end of the summary. No shit he would take an opportunity to take Nicholas Laslow down a couple of pegs; that guy represented precisely what was wrong with the world. How some men stood as gods when-- 


Maybe he wasn't used to it. It certainly never stopped his dialogue, be it external or internal, when he was furious with the way things were. It took him no time to call up his new client, though meeting at his office was a no-go; he was a damn good lawyer, mind you, but his office needed a little... work. Being an income-based attorney, he didn't make a whole lot of money, which was all fine and good when he was meeting clients who didn't expect much. But taking down Laslow? This woman needed a little more confidence than water damage and an air conditioner that only worked when it wanted to.


So he ventured into the diner and took a seat at the back corner booth like he'd arranged, glasses perched on the end of his nose as he gave the case another look. Every time the door opened he glanced up in search for his client, desperately hoping suddenly that he'd marked down the right time. He had a tendency to get a little... ah, hazy on the details.

Joel Marshall

09 September 2016 - 06:18 AM

joel marshall

marshall. 32. lawyer. christian slater.


> april 3rd


> lawyer > teaches a few law classes


> denver > colorado


> none

Who the fuck are you?

You prefer to stay enigmatic, the sort of person who isn't easy to pin down while simultaneously being one of the easiest people to understand. First and foremost: the only predictable thing about you-- the only thing one can count on, time and time again-- is that you're unpredictable. Certainly you show a degree of loyalty to those you care about, but those are so few and far between. Not only that, but you have this uncanny ability to appear incredibly genuine even when you're not.

You're intensely charming when you want to be, though you're simultaneously amused by purposely bombing situations. Chaos is what you thrive on; you're not the sort of person who abides by societal niceties simply because it's what is expected of you. Instead you're moody, changeable; one moment you can be perfectly agreeable and the next endlessly argumentative, playing the perfect devil's advocate. If someone isn't in your personal bubble of loyalty, you owe them no sense of trust. Certainly you know how to evoke trust with that likeable personality you can put on (you're just a guy people want to get a beer with), but you don't necessarily take it to heart when making decisions. You come first.

You despise authority with everything in you. Those who seek to control you are to be resisted no matter the cost; it's part of why you became a lawyer. In the beginning, back before you motivated yourself to go to college, you tried your hand at being a con man, someone who could talk a person out of money on a whim. But did that not give you a degree of control over someone else? Control has never been an interest of yours (you value freedom on all levels, including the freedom of others), and besides-- you weren't interested in resisting authority by punishing the everyday citizen. No, you had bigger aspirations than that. A statement to make.

So you threw yourself into college and eventually found your place in law school. Cases that challenged the way the constitution was read in particular fascinated you; you studied supreme court cases with great interest, even if you despised the fact that that sort of authority existed. But you knew it was the only real way to rebel against the system-- defend those who need it most, fight for the underdog, and change the world a little bit at a time.

You're more of a public defender rather than a lawyer that's in it for the money. In fact you have a bit of a paternal streak in you when working with underprivileged kids, bringing out a trustworthy, caring side rather quickly that others rarely see. In court you're witty, sharp, obnoxious, the sort of person one wouldn't want to listen to yet you command their attention anyway. You can argue around anything, make anything sound good. In a sense you could be a dangerous lawyer if you wanted, but you've never been interested in that sort of money. Money controls others. Again, you have no interest in being controlled, especially by a system that's set up against so many others. So you're chaotic, but you fight within the system you hate. You strive to uproot the way people think, to make a lasting effect on others. Sometimes you get down about it, however; sometimes the single-minded groupthink of the world gets you feeling frustrated, angry. You can have quite the temper when you dwell too much on these sorts of matters, as well as when you've lost a case or simply can't reason around something. You expect a lot of yourself, even if you hate when others expect something of you.

You're a personality that's difficult to swallow when you're not at work (hell, sometimes you're difficult at work). While you have a mind that seeks to do good, you don't advertise it. In fact people often think you're nothing more than a jackass if you're not maintaining your charm, given the fact that you have a proclivity for chaos. If someone expects you to act a certain way, you absolutely love to prove them wrong. It dictates your interactions with acquaintances, often giving them whiplash. It's possible to make it into your inner circle but it's a long process, one that involves you trusting another.

Which you don't do very easily. Not that you've been burned exactly, so much as you're aware of how strong bonds interfere with your own personal (and selfish) freedoms. When you trust and love someone, you're willing to sacrifice everything you are for them. That devotion is apparent in your every action and word, even if you have a slight tendency to lie if you thins it benefits both parties. Perhaps that is where you are most morally grey, despite doing the right thing as a career; you simply have no issue with lying or social constructs that would pin you down.

Yet you believe in a strange, grand karmic retribution to the world. If one wrongs you, you remember. You lock it away and wait for the moment in which they get their due, whether it be by your hand or another's. Is it vengeance? Maybe. Or maybe it's an odd attachment to justice. Despite fighting most societal norms, you do have a strong concept of justice. The world is not just, which only makes you despise authority even more. Perhaps that's where your do-gooder side comes from; you simply want to see a world in which people are truly free.


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application by nicole (i, ii, iii, iv).