Migoz2
Senator
Shhhhh ... don’t tell him, but I tied his shoelaces together while I was licking his boots.
Four words: Twin Peaks ; Sherilyn FennBarb, if you can tie his shoe laces together with your tongue, you certainly have an awesome skill!
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A Capital Punishment Trial in Modern Singapore
- Thread starter Praefectus Praetorio
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montycrusto
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Holy moly...
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montycrusto
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I think I was a bit young for “Twin Peaks” when it was broadcast. I just remember always looking for the name “Bambi Sickafoose” in the end credits. Seriously, imagine having a name like that for your whole life..
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Cell, Security Detention, Central Station, Tuesday, March 11 8:45 AM
Exhausted from the prior night’s lack of sleep, Barbara had fallen into a fitful, nightmare-tortured sleep, until woken at 6:30AM next morning. After the usual degrading inspection (shift pulled up, naked body probed and fondled), they gave her breakfast.
The guards returned about 8:30, gathered up her tray, removed her cuffs and threw an orange prison jumpsuit, with short sleeves and legs, at her.
“Get dressed nicely, Princess. Time for court.”
Once she was dressed, they attached the full heavy shackles again; this time noticeably tighter. Adding to her discomfort, they placed a black cloth bag over her head and pulled taut a drawstring at the neck to put her in total, steamy, darkness. “For your safety, Princess,” she heard a voice say.
Heavily shackled, blind, she was led, stumbling from the cell toward her hearing.
Magistrates Hearing Room. Central Station, Tuesday, March 11 8:50 AM
Jeffrey Hodges wasn’t feeling any better the next morning. Though he had been in bed a reasonable time, sleep had been interrupted by panics over the case. With an ever-increasing sense of dread, he performed the three s’s, ate with his wife (who was feeling a bit better and made breakfast for them both), and drove downtown to the Central Station Courthouse.
The rich marble and wood appointed courtroom never failed to impress Jeffrey. Entering on this occasion, it made him feel more inadequate as he came here alone to defend Barbara Moore on the terrible charges of culpable homicide with enhancements. He had asked the Embassy for a more experienced local lawyer for Barbara. He had been rudely shot down when they heard what such a counsel would cost. Moore was already into the State Department for a substantial sum of money and no more out-of-pocket expenditures would be allowed.
“See if her University wants to help her,” said Minister Robert Burnside, chief administrator at the Embassy. “We’ve given the trouble-making woman all the financial help we can.”
Jeffrey had gotten through to the Dean of her College at the University of XXX early this morning. The man, who sounded extremely erudite and highly educated, managed to talk around the issue, mouthing platitudes of…great concern…valued member...need to ignore complaining…irreplaceable contributions...despite abrasive personality…supplying required diversity quota…does mange to get herself in trouble...for several minutes. When Jeffrey pressed him on the possibility of financial assistance, he went off on rambling details of an overstretched budget, reduced History enrollments, academic priorities and a vague reference to Moore having already overspent some fund and owing her department a substantial amount for past profligacies. When he finally rang off, Jeffrey’s head was spinning from it all. But he knew there was no help there.
As Hodges settled into his desk and unpacked his briefcase, Deputy Leng entered and greeted him. He handed Jeffrey a copy of the results of the Coroner’s Inquiry and final CSI report.
“Nothing new there,” he said. “Rose died from brain trauma and bleeding from a sharp blow to the temple, most likely the corner of the desk. Some bruising to her arms from unknown causes, probably violent grabbing or hitting, sometime in the hour before death. The Coroner found the evidence indicated murder by a person or persons. The CSI found no evidence of any slippery substance on the floor to cause an accidental fall. All consistent with our assumption of a fight and Barb throwing her against the desk.”
“Thanks.” Said Jeffrey, glancing at the reports. “Know who our judge will be?”
“Not for me to know,” said Leng, being a bit evasive. “The Presiding Judge of the State Courts assigns someone to preside, mostly on a rotational basis.”
Jeffrey sat down and waited for Moore to be brought in. Despite his efforts not to go there, he couldn’t help but eagerly anticipate seeing her again in that revealing, loose prison smock.
Then the side door to the jail opened, and Barbara was brought in, blinking, with her hair in disarray.
Exhausted from the prior night’s lack of sleep, Barbara had fallen into a fitful, nightmare-tortured sleep, until woken at 6:30AM next morning. After the usual degrading inspection (shift pulled up, naked body probed and fondled), they gave her breakfast.
The guards returned about 8:30, gathered up her tray, removed her cuffs and threw an orange prison jumpsuit, with short sleeves and legs, at her.
“Get dressed nicely, Princess. Time for court.”
Once she was dressed, they attached the full heavy shackles again; this time noticeably tighter. Adding to her discomfort, they placed a black cloth bag over her head and pulled taut a drawstring at the neck to put her in total, steamy, darkness. “For your safety, Princess,” she heard a voice say.
Heavily shackled, blind, she was led, stumbling from the cell toward her hearing.
Magistrates Hearing Room. Central Station, Tuesday, March 11 8:50 AM
Jeffrey Hodges wasn’t feeling any better the next morning. Though he had been in bed a reasonable time, sleep had been interrupted by panics over the case. With an ever-increasing sense of dread, he performed the three s’s, ate with his wife (who was feeling a bit better and made breakfast for them both), and drove downtown to the Central Station Courthouse.
The rich marble and wood appointed courtroom never failed to impress Jeffrey. Entering on this occasion, it made him feel more inadequate as he came here alone to defend Barbara Moore on the terrible charges of culpable homicide with enhancements. He had asked the Embassy for a more experienced local lawyer for Barbara. He had been rudely shot down when they heard what such a counsel would cost. Moore was already into the State Department for a substantial sum of money and no more out-of-pocket expenditures would be allowed.
“See if her University wants to help her,” said Minister Robert Burnside, chief administrator at the Embassy. “We’ve given the trouble-making woman all the financial help we can.”
Jeffrey had gotten through to the Dean of her College at the University of XXX early this morning. The man, who sounded extremely erudite and highly educated, managed to talk around the issue, mouthing platitudes of…great concern…valued member...need to ignore complaining…irreplaceable contributions...despite abrasive personality…supplying required diversity quota…does mange to get herself in trouble...for several minutes. When Jeffrey pressed him on the possibility of financial assistance, he went off on rambling details of an overstretched budget, reduced History enrollments, academic priorities and a vague reference to Moore having already overspent some fund and owing her department a substantial amount for past profligacies. When he finally rang off, Jeffrey’s head was spinning from it all. But he knew there was no help there.
As Hodges settled into his desk and unpacked his briefcase, Deputy Leng entered and greeted him. He handed Jeffrey a copy of the results of the Coroner’s Inquiry and final CSI report.
“Nothing new there,” he said. “Rose died from brain trauma and bleeding from a sharp blow to the temple, most likely the corner of the desk. Some bruising to her arms from unknown causes, probably violent grabbing or hitting, sometime in the hour before death. The Coroner found the evidence indicated murder by a person or persons. The CSI found no evidence of any slippery substance on the floor to cause an accidental fall. All consistent with our assumption of a fight and Barb throwing her against the desk.”
“Thanks.” Said Jeffrey, glancing at the reports. “Know who our judge will be?”
“Not for me to know,” said Leng, being a bit evasive. “The Presiding Judge of the State Courts assigns someone to preside, mostly on a rotational basis.”
Jeffrey sat down and waited for Moore to be brought in. Despite his efforts not to go there, he couldn’t help but eagerly anticipate seeing her again in that revealing, loose prison smock.
Then the side door to the jail opened, and Barbara was brought in, blinking, with her hair in disarray.
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gjpain
Governor
i have a question, maybe its a silly one....but who is this girl/actress you always use to depict barbara?
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Markéta Štroblová-Schlögl, née Markéta Štroblová better known by the pseudonym Little Caprice is a Czech porn actress, model and producer in the adult film industry. Age 31.
Barbara's use of her as a doppelgänger, predates my time on CF. I just go along with the crowd.
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montycrusto
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She certainly is a sauce bottle
who is best kept securely chained at all times.
I’ll leave you to surmise which one I am talking about
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Shit! Where did you get that? That's from about five chapters ahead! SPOILER ALERT!She certainly is a sauce bottle
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I’ll leave you to surmise which one I am talking about
"I’ll leave you to surmise which one I am talking about"
You realize we only have Barbara's word that she an upper-Midwestern girl. Perhaps Little Caprice enjoys posting here under a pen name.
gjpain
Governor
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
I understand it's Barb's claim (see my previous post doubting the two are different) that Caprice is almost as hot and stunning as Barb!
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montycrusto
Guest
The two could merge, and become known as “Tight Little Caprice”
Praefectus Praetorio
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twonines
LIMERICUS
I`m sure we all have our own fantasy images of Barb, in mine she is incandescent !
Migoz2
Senator
It is a well-attested fact* that Barb and Caprice have never been seen in the same room together. I think this proves the case. But I will just add this little example of Caprice's attitude which seems remarkably similar to that of our own Sweet Barb when faced with the slightest misfortune:
*Alternative fact: might not be true.
Praefectus Praetorio
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montycrusto
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Well now that’s settled, back to the story, which I must say I am relishing with an enormous quantity of gentleman’s relish
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montycrusto
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( But by the way, I don’t think that orange jumpsuit girl actually IS Little Caprice..as Barb no doubt is about to complain..)
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
True. I found it impossible to find a shot of Caprice (Barb?) in orange. Some fashion thing.
She certainly is a sauce bottle
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I’ll leave you to surmise which one I am talking about
The two could merge, and become known as “Tight Little Caprice”
Well now that’s settled, back to the story, which I must say I am relishing with an enormous quantity of gentleman’s relish
You idiots do know that Caprice and I can listen in on this dribble, don’t you?
twonines
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That`s not the definition of incandescent I had in mind!You idiots do know that Caprice and I can listen in on this dribble, don’t you?