Wrongly Accused (RoleplayMaster x LolitaOtaku88)

[RoleplayMaster]

Curtis grunted, stretching his arm out to the side and flexing his hand. He had been in the library for the past three hours, writing away at an essay he had to hand in in a few days. It was a Saturday afternoon, and while he was preparing his homework, his mates were all out together having a blast around town. He managed to show restraint for once, knowing he had to get this work done. He was only a fifteen year old High School student, but he felt like he was living in the most stressful time of his life - juggling homework and social expectations, friends and the attempts to find a girlfriend, not to mention stuff outside of school like getting a job and appeasing the family. How could it get worse?!

As he walked home, the boy was startled as someone slammed into him, running full pace around the corner Curtis was about to turn around. He barely got a glimpse of him, but he seemed to be a young male in his twenties, about Curtis' height, wearing a plain shirt and shorts. The man had run into Curtis' shoulder, knocking them both off balance, yet neither to the ground. "Hey man, so-" Curtis began, but the man had already ran off around another corner. "Strange." He mumbled, looking off in the distance from where the young man had run off in. As he turned around, he was faced with an older Latina woman with a gun aimed at his chest. "Freeze!" She yelled. Eyes widening, Curtis lifted his arms, showing he didn't want any trouble. "W-What's going on?"

 

[LolitaOtaku88]

Jessa hated when they ran, you were caught. Just stay put. They never did though and it always resulted in a chase. Armed robbery was no joke, Jessa thought as she rounded the corner. In a quick draw motion Jessa had her gun from the holster and aimed. "On the ground." Jessa was shouting at this young faced kid. He matched the person she had been chasing to the nines but his face seemed too young.

Once he complied Jessa began to tell him his rights. Placing the cuffs on Curtis, Jessa did not have far to go to get to the ground. Despite being older than he was, Jessa was small, five foot tall, a laughingstock in her graduating class because of this. Jessa kept her long chocolate hair in a tight bun at the base of her neck and her uniform strained against her bust. It was new, as was Jessa on the force, which placed her age in her early twenties.

"Suspect in custody, a car is needed at.." Jessa kept Curtis on the ground as she radioed for backup. Biting into her plump bottom lip, Jessa restrained herself from asking this kid why he would throw the rest of his childhood away for crime. She just stayed quiet until the car was sent and he was placed into the back seat.

When her shift was over and she went home, Jessa simply could not stand the reality of this world. FIFTEEN, this was just a boy, and he made the news for murder. Jessa's eyes hurt from how long the day was, congratulated for bringing in a child. The worst part was that at some point he was going to be set loose again. Closing the soft green orbs and pinching the bridge of her nose. Clicking off the TV Jessa prayed she would never need to deal with this again. That was, of course, after the trial.

 

[RoleplayMaster]

Despite many protests, Curtis was ignored time and time again. He insisted that he was not who they sought, but he had no proof. As a bit of a loner, he enjoyed being by himself sometimes. So before he had been arrested, Curtis had been at home sleeping. Sure, it sounded like a bad alibi. Especially as it had been 1:00pm in the afternoon at the time. But he was telling the truth.

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Going through the trial, he watched the footage as someone dressed similarly to how he had been that day, shot the shopkeeper dead. Bang. Bang. Bang. Three shots to the chest in quick succession. On every bang, he flinched, just imagining what was going to happen to him. He didn't have to wonder for much longer though, soon sentenced to thirty years in prison.

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During his stay behind bars, Curtis was abused constantly. Never raped, he was grateful for. But abused. Sent to the infirmary constantly, the boy usually had bruising and cuts, sometimes even broken ribs or fingers. His glasses were not permitted either, meaning he had to survive in a blurry mess.

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It was five years later that someone looked into his case further. Finding footage from an ATM across the street from the crime. While blurry, it shows a man wearing a white shirt and jeans run from a store, slam into another man in a white shirt and jeans, before running off frame. The person who had been run into, was then arrested. While the footage had been too blurry to make out faces, it corroborated Curtis' claim that someone in similar clothing bumped into him near the store. Someone who was likely the suspect. This encouraged people to look further, and while the true criminal still was to be found, Curtis would finally be free from prison. Enter a fifteen year old, innocent child. Leave a twenty year old, abused and angry man.

 

[LolitaOtaku88]

Jessa, rather Detective Mendez, had come a long way. Often she thought of her five year journey to this office. Touching her desk with a slight smile on her face, five years of chasing down case after case. Jessa was ranked highest with chasing down cold cases, highest conviction rate, and first woman in this particular precinct to make detective. Twenty Six was young for anyone to make the cut let alone a Hispanic girl from the wrong side of town.

No one begrudge Jessa for her success either. How could they? Everyone adored her. Beauty, kindness, educated, top at everything, and with a strong affiliation with justice. Jessa even sent her own brother to prison for running drugs for a cartel that she had most of the way disabled.

In her office Jessa had her original uniform hung in a shadow box. Never forget your routes was writen by hand in glass frosting. It was the last project her father did for her before he passed. Her mama was living with her aunt in Puerto Rico as she had for the last three years while her father was sick. He had wanted to pass in his home country. A picture on her desk showed how in love her parents were. Something Jessa never experienced.

Her focus was always school of work. Never men, or women for that matter. A knock on her office door snapped her back to the now, "Come in." Jessa settled into the elite chair with mesh backing and built in lumbar support. It was as her replacement at the blue uniform level. Addressing her with a child like glimmer in his eye Jessa offered for him to sit in a leather chair oposite her at her desk. This younger officer was debriefing her on a next cold case.