Marty sits in his jail cell...

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

And decides that he needs to make use of his phone calls, for some reason the detectives took his glocks, but not his cell phone.

Call #1

Call #2

He takes a deep breath... and makes Call #3


Marty starts pounding the phone into his forehead

"What the hell was I thinking! Jesus!"

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[wannabelawyer.livejournal.com]

*walks back toward the cells, following the sound of Martin's yells until he finds him*

You called?

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty has an icepack over his twice-beaten over black eye.

"Yeah. Angelus said you might be able to help."

[wannabelawyer.livejournal.com]

I can try.
And I know a guy I can call if you wanna bring in the big guns.

What happened to your face?

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Well... The other night I had the crap beaten out me by a tree. Then the whole thing in study hall made me jumpy, so I tried to make a break for it and Detective Studmuffin socked me in the eye again."

Marty gives Lindsey a look.

"I swear to God I thought I'd never say a sentence like that. Now when you say big guns... are we talking *actual* guns?"

[wannabelawyer.livejournal.com]

See, this is exactly why I don't go to study hall.

I was thinking more high-powered attorney than actual guns. You want guns, just call Jayne. Though I hear you got a few of your own.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

*smirks*

"Not at the moment. So am I getting out of here tonight or-?"

[wannabelawyer.livejournal.com]

I don't think they're gonna let you out tonight, honestly. I think the old guy's pissed you tried to run.

I can call a guy, though. Should have you out first thing in the morning. Or I can try sweet talking the cops for you.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Whatever you got... I'll pay for it.

Who's the *guy*? Or do I want to know?

[wannabelawyer.livejournal.com]

Just a lawyer I sold my soul to over the summer. Name's Holland.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

*Blinks*

Oh. So... do you still have your soul, or did he put it on a layaway plan?

[wannabelawyer.livejournal.com]

I've got it, he just owns it. Or his firm does. Something like that. They're paying for school from here on out so it's not a bad deal, really.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

So... people really do have souls. huh.

This thought makes Marty even more uncomfortable.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Um... Looks like he just came to town.

[wannabelawyer.livejournal.com]

huh. That was fast.
This soul owning thing's weird, man.

I should call, get him over here.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty shakes his head and sighs.

"Wait 'til morning. I've got a feeling If I leave here tonight I'll be attacked by something... well probably something from the cafeteria knowing my luck."

[OOC: Yeah. Really will be going to bed. Late night already. Thanks for dropping by]

[wannabelawyer.livejournal.com]

Ok.
Least there's no tentacle monsters in here, right?
See you in the morning. Hang in there.

[Ok. sounds good.]

[swerval_zero]

(OOC: Damn. Zed's not a big fan of the establishment, so if you want her to come try to bail you out in the morning, I can do that.)