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ooc announcement thingie

OH, HI. I have absolutely no idea how many people are watching this journal (I didn't think anybody was, until I got a PM asking me if I still play today), but if anyone else is curious: I've more or less fallen out of playing in games, but I still occasionally play Phoenix at mine and Tif's musebox, which has moved to Dreamwidth. Actually, this journal has moved to Dreamwidth, as well, under the name [user profile] attorneyatlol, so feel free to de-friend this one. Nothing is going to be happening here. Nothing will probably ever happen at its Dreamwidth counterpart, either, but you're more than welcome to watch it.

Oh, and our musebox is [community profile] boxolawyers.

That is all. Happy roleplaying! <3
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[OOC: Contact Info + MEGA REF]

Contact Information
→ OOC LiveJournal: idgiebay
→ AIM: idgiefais [ Send IM | Add Buddy ]
→ E-Mail: idgiebay(at)gmail(dot)com

Character Reference
Phoenix's Wiki Entry
Permissions, Abilities, Etc...
What does Phoenix think of YOU?
Ask Phoenix!
30 Things You Didn't Need to Know About Phoenix
PROFILES - What does Phoenix have to say about you?
The Magatama and You
The Psychology of Attraction and Sexuality (With a Side of Retconning and a Dash of Love)

Roleplaying Logs
→ [ Journal Logs | RL Logs | IM Logs ]

The Layout of Phoenix's Apartment (not to scale)
Conducting a PW-style Trial
PW-style Trial Example

All other OOC posts can be found here.

See my HOW'S MY DRIVING post if you have any questions or concerns about the way I play Phoenix. I really appreciate constructive criticism!

Updated 2-18-10
{OOC} PS: Not Gay

[IC Contact information and inbox]

Hello. You've reached Wright and Co. Law Offices. I'm not available to take your call right now, but if you leave your name, telephone number, and the details of what I can do for you, I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Have a nice day!

[a few moments of silence]

[...followed by a few more]

...Did it go? Hey, Maya, how do you shut this thing o--

[phone capabilities]
► voice mail ◄

Cell Phone  
Hey, this is Phoenix. I'm not around to take your call right now, but if you leave a message, I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Thanks!

[phone capabilities]
► voice mail | text | picture | video ◄

Office Phone Number: (888) 555-4239 | publicly available
Cell Phone Number: (213) 555-3777 | private listing [but it's easily available if you know him]
E-mail Address: pwright@wrightnco.org | publicly available
AIM Name: wright2nattorney | publicly available

[OOC: Feel free to contact him whenever you like! Just tell me in the subject line which number you're calling, whether it's text or voice, or if you're just e-mailing him! Thanks! :D]
tiem to get lawyerly, Profile

[RL: Just after Disneyland | Phoenix; Edgeworth]

Phoenix made his way to the twelfth floor of the building with purpose, heading straight for Edgeworth's office. The embarrassment and self-doubt that followed the riverboat incident had mercifully faded within the past few days, replaced by frustration that grew a little more every time he replayed the events in his mind. They'd been dancing around the subject for the better part of a year--possibly longer, if he were being honest with himself--yet every time Phoenix found the courage to bring it up, Edgeworth promptly shut him down. They'd avoid each other for indeterminate amount of time, pretend nothing had ever happened when they were ready to move on, and then repeat the whole process the next time the subject was breached.

Frankly, Phoenix was tired of it. There was an elephant doing cartwheels in the room, and he was done ignoring it.

Of course, that determination began flagging as he approached Edgeworth's door. There was no question that this was going to be difficult; it may even turn out to be the most difficult thing he'd ever do, outside of the courtroom.

He slowed his pace, struggling with the rising urge to turn and let this be just another memory they can file away and forget about in time. Before he could stop himself, he knocked on the door.
You can&#39;t have too many &#39;hmmm&#39; icons...

094 || The musings of a sleep-deprived mind...

It's been a while again, hasn't it? Work's been keeping me busy, which isn't really a bad thing, I guess, but I do kind of miss keeping up with this place. It seems like I've missed a lot...

...Actually, it seems like I've been missing a lot in general. For some reason, I wasn't able to sleep last night, so it gave me some time to think. It seems like all I've been doing lately is getting up, going to work, eating, sleeping, and then repeating the process. My cases haven't been particularly unusual lately (note that I said 'particularly'; I don't know if I'll ever have a case that passes for normal). The apartment's been quiet. The office has been quiet. Everything's been quiet.

When did my life get so normal? So routine? And why is that a bad thing?

Don't get me wrong. I'm not unhappy. I'm just... well, a little restless, I guess. I feel like something's missing or that I'm missing out on something important. It's probably because nothing big's happened in a while. You would think I'd be thankful, heh...

Anyway, er... I'm rambling, aren't I? I'm not sure where this is coming from, to tell you the truth. I really have nothing to complain about in the scheme of things. I'm sure it's just a weird phase that'll be over soon, so... Consider this the musings of someone who's a little sleep-deprived, I guess.


[the scene opens on a grassy area, possibly that of a playground or a park. off to the right is a tree, and beneath that tree are two boys, one with silver-brown hair, the other with gravity-defying, spiky, black hair; the silver-haired boy rests against the tree, his knees drawn up as he quietly reads a book on his lap, while the other boy lies on his stomach, idly picking at the grass. As other children laugh and run around in the background, these two sit in companionable silence]

[that is, until the boy with spiky hair suddenly says:] Miles? If you moved away, would you still talk to me?

[a frown creases the other boy's brow, and he turns to his friend, obviously confused by the unprompted question] What?

If you moved. [the first boy looks up] Like if your dad got a job in a different city like Alex's mom, would you still talk to me?

[Miles' frown deepens, and he sets his book down to give his friend his full attention] Probably. Why?

Well... Because. [the boy goes back to picking at the grass] Because Alex moved away week before week before last, and Larry was friends with him, but he says they haven't talked at all. So I was just wondering.

Oh. [Miles blinks, as if surprised and possibly taken aback. after a moment, however, the corner of his mouth raises in what promises to one day be a practiced smirk, and he says:] Don't be dumb, Phoenix. Of course I'd still talk to you. Someone's gotta keep you in line, after all.

[this seems to allay Phoenix, who flashes a smirk of his own at the grass. a beat of silence follows, and then he glances up somewhat hesitantly] Would you write to me? [he asks] Like a pen-pal?

[Miles appears to consider this, then shrugs] Sure. I guess so.

Okay. Cool. [Phoenix smiles and, with the conversation seemingly at an end, returns to his unhelpful version of pruning]

[Miles watches him for a while longer, an unreadable expression on his face, before he smiles softly and turns back to his book. from there, the video fades to black.]