Del Terman.

"Prosecution's ready. Let's skip the chat and get to the trial already."

~ Delia.
~ Rookie prosecutor, only a few months' experience.
~ Point first, think later.
~ Driven by a hatred for criminals and defence attorneys.

#AceAttorneyRP #OC

"It’s my bad attitude that keeps me young."

Nadia Vulvokov

*some* of them? now, uh, i don't have a *medical degree* per se, or, uh, *any* kind of degree, but i've gotta say, some sounds like a small number.

i think you'll be fine.

uh, not that it's any of my *business*, of course. i mean, i'm probably just *blind*! ( a self-deprecating (or nervous?) laugh. ) what do *i* know?

-- leaning hard on her side to scrutinize the box's details, lips pursed in a contemplative pout. upon noticing 'POLICE', she straightens, bending into 'shape' like an inflatable outside a used car lot, both hands raising in the air in retreat. )

( still a little thrown off: ) yeah, your-- your *box*! i could have *sworn* it just . . . ( she raises a finger in the air, as if a conjuring rod for the word in the air. it doesn't work. ) *well*, i can't think of a better word for it than *materialized*.

( the woman's eyes go over the box, --

( mouth agape at the appearing blue box. she looks at the can of coors in her hand and back at the box. huh. )

. . . i have *got* to stop drinking!

ah, yeah, that's a good point. and lemme just check: what's, uh, this 'quora's, y'know, *qualifications* to be sayin' things like that?

eh, i'm not sure that's how it *works*, y'know?

buddy, in this economy? who *isn't*!

what am i doing *here*? in this restricted area? well . . . it's kinda a long story.

( mouth open for a moment. ) ehhh, you know what? it doesn't matter. ( waving it off. leaning forward slightly, pointing with her vape hand. ) say, have i *seen* you somewhere before? you're, uh . . . you're a regular at the *denny's* across the road, aren't you? *yes*! you're, uh, the jar-lady!

( eyebrows raised. she takes her hands off her hips, gesturing as if to say 'well there you go'. ) *wow*. okay, uh, yeah, actually. that's bang on.

bullshit.

yeah, i gotta ask about that. 'cos see, you weren't *lying* when you said the lobster was ringing before.

ah, what the hell. what do *i* know? i'm, uh, new to the area. where's the cheapest, worst bar 'round here? my pockets are a little, uh, *light* at the moment, if you see what i'm sayin'.

( a grin. ) now you're speaking my language.

oh, i-- i *couldn't*. it's *your* lobster, really! and i'm just so busy over here, uh . . . y'know. reading *this book*, and, uh, vaping.

. . . *alright*, who's callin'?

aw, geez. well, okay. can you tell 'em i'm busy?

alrighty then, let's see, where next . . .

penned by sphinxofblackquartz.

please note: charlie has the ability to tell when someone is lying. this is a big part of her character. as a writer helping to indicate this (ic, ooc, dms, whatever, i don't mind!) is a huge help!

an indie roleplay portrayal of CHARLIE CALE, human lie detector and drifter from rian johnson's 'POKER FACE' (2023-), as played by natasha lyonne.

canon/non. era-flexible. crossovers and ocs encouraged!

potential mature themes. minors do not interact.

. . . 𝘽𝙐𝙇𝙇𝙎𝙃𝙄𝙏.ᐟ