Post by LIBBI DANIELS on Sept 1, 2010 11:55:35 GMT
PRISONER DATA
L I B B I
D A N I E L S
SECOND / DECEMBER / NINETEEN EIGHTY ONE
HARLEM, NEW YORK
GRAND THEFT AUTO
THE STATEMENT
HISTORY
I am Libbi Daniels, I have dark hair and dark eyes basically I am a catch. Apart from the fact that I am perhaps a little narcissistic and also a little crazy, but I am kind to people I like. But this is my history and since i can remember i have always been this way, even when i was little. My mother would vouch for that no doubt, apart from the fact that she disowned me but oh well. I was born in a nice middle class neighbourhood in Brooklyn, New York. But my father died and my mother lost her job due to turning to drink because of my father’s death.
And because she lost her job, she lost all our money because the house was costing a fortune every month to keep going. So we were forced to move to a Harlem, New York when I was 13, and since then I have been a little train wreck. Harlem houses all my best friends, even though when i first moved i stuck out like a sore thumb due to it being a predominant black neighbourhood. It took them a while to accept me in their school and their apartment block; I had to do a lot of things my mother never approved of, like robbing people’s apartments and stealing alcohol from the local store, all for the affection of my friends.
All i wanted was to be accepted by them, to show them that I am just like them just with a different colour skin. I listen to Rap music and old blue music to keep me within their group, and even though I hated it at first I am now insanely hooked on the music. It keeps me sane now, and I hope I can still listen to my favourite Cd’s in Prison. But since this crime I don’t think they would accept me again. The crime that I cannot remember at all, well I remember a little but the bit that has ended up me with a death row sentence I can’t at all.
My mother hated me ever since my father died, my mother’s hatred has definitely contributed to me being a criminal. She didn’t care about me doing well at school, she didn’t care if I didn’t come home for days on end, she also wouldn’t care when I got arrested for stealing a car. The police would phone her and she would come down to the station and slap me around the back of my head and drag me out. But after I turned 18, the police would phone her as they always did and she just gave up because she didn’t need to pick me up anymore because of my age. Since then i have been living with two best mates, One of them was my old ex boyfriend and the other is my partner in crime Chelsea.
Chelsea and I have been best mates since i arrived in Harlem, she always had my back and constantly looked after me in the area. Her big brother taught me how to re wire cars and also by pass alarms on homes. Her brother Marshall, he went from being my best mate to being my boyfriend when i turned 15. But we would constantly fall out and right now I don’t have a boyfriend and i am angry with that. I need a man to hold me, kiss me and just protect me basically, i won’t find one of them in prison i bet.
PERSONALITY
My personality is a erratic, unpredictable and crazy. But that is how people I grew up around were, my mother was no doubt Bi polar of some sort and my friends were all unpredictable. But all in all, despite my wicked personality, I am a best friend to have. No bias of course, but I have tonnes of friends who love me and see me as their bestest friends so yeah i think i am good friend to have.
I am a needy girl, i need friends and i need a man in my life. I tend to be a little more crazy than normal when i am single. I was single on that fateful night that i apparently killed that teenager, but i still don’t think me being single contributed to my crime in anyway. But despite that I am a caring person and i will happily look after you and perhaps be your best friend forever! Or until the DA kills me.
I can’t live without my comforts, which are alcohol, chocolate and cigarettes. Those three things i cannot deal without. I remember when i was locked away in a police station cell for over 12 hours without those three things and I went mental and screamed and kicked everything in my cell before they had to remove me by force and take me to hospital to get psychologically tested. The psychiatrist didn’t really have much to say about me but other than i have a personality disorder no doubt and that i have a rage problem. I didn’t need a $500 an hour psychiatrist to tell me that, I have known that for years. And to be honest I am proud of it, it makes me less boring. Who wants to be normal? Why would anyone want to normal and happy? To me normal is insane to me.
THE DETAILS
SENTENCE
DEATH ROW
LENGTH OF SENTENCE
TWENTY FIVE YEARS, OR UNTIL DEAD ON DEATH ROW.
SENTENCE SERVED SO FAR
EIGHT MONTHS
RECORDED STATEMENT
Why did you do it Libbi?
Why did I do what? I stole that car because I needed a little pick me up and stealing it helped me smile somewhat. Look Detective Getty, we have had this conversation over and over when i get booked for the same crime, why are we having it once more?
Because you killed someone this time, it is a little more serious than stealing a car this time Libbi
I didn’t kill anyone Getty, you and I both know I didn’t. Your DA is just manipulating my mind into thinking I did so he can shove me into prison for a very long time so his crime rates go down. You know it!
Libbi, you stole a Ford Mustang from a Garage in Morton. And from there you and Chelsea drove this car over to Brooklyn and you knocked this girl down outside a play ground
No I didn’t, I admit to stealing that car in Morton but not driving it to Brooklyn! That isn’t what I do Getty! I refuse to accept this. I steal cars, yes! But I do not drive it across the river and into Brooklyn! I haven’t been over there since I moved when i was 13. You’re making this all up now and it is making me angry.
Do you admit to knocking this girl over?
I didn’t do it, but if i have to admit to it so i get a reduced sentence then yes I did DETECTIVE! You arsehole, setting me up like this.
Let the record know, on the date of 12 January 2010, Libbi Daniels admitted to stealing the car and driving it over to Brooklyn and killing Joseph Michael’s on New Years Eve. Interview over.
THE PLAYER
NAME
Amelia
AGE
19
CONTACT DETAILS
Pm me
HOW DID YOU FIND US
As dusk falls
CODEWORD
Admins Edit
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
Libbi Daniels stood proudly in the court cell room, she stood in a black suit pants, black shirt and a black blazer. She was dressed for a funeral rather than her trial. It was day two of the trial and it was Libbi’s friend’s turn to speak for her. Today her best friend Chelsea was going to speak, who was also up for assisting Libbi in killing Joseph. But Libbi knew deep down her friend would stick up for her, even though it would mean potentially bringing Chelsea down with her. At least they can go to prison together then, perhaps not for the same time but at least together.
Two burly New York police officers opened the cell door, handcuffed Libbi and dragged her out of the cell and up some stairs. And from there on she was forced to sit with her government appointed lawyer at a rather posh grand table staring right up at the judge and to the right of Libbi was the jury. She turned to the Jury and flashed them a smile and a little wave as she got herself comfortable in her seat.
She sat back and slouched in her chair as she listened to the judge go on about the proceedings and of the crime that Libbi apparently committed. Libbi nodded to the accounts of grand theft auto and then smirked at the account of murder. She didn’t show remorse because well she didn’t remember doing it. And in not remembering it she has no remorse, she could feel the mother of the boy she apparently killed behind her. She knew the woman would shout out whenever Libbi would speak but today she didn’t need to talk. It was her friend’s turn to talk and she would sit back and take it all in like a sponge with a huge smirk on her face as her friend tells the world she didn’t do it.
“Bring out witness number three, Chelsea Eldridge” The judge spoke with such power, and even with those powerful words the two officers opened a door to the left of the court and out stepped her best friend. Libbi smiled and waved to her best friend, but Chelsea just looked guilty at her as she sat in the witness box and her face almost had sorry written all over it.
The lawyer for the city of New York got up, and he interrogated her best friend. But Libbi knew her best friend would stick up for her so she folded her arms waiting for her to tell the world that she didn’t kill that boy.
“Miss Eldrige, you were with Libbi Daniels on the night of the horrific murder of Joseph Michaels” The lawyer spoke to her with a large hand moving as he spoke. Libbi watched her best friend look up at her and nodded. “Did Libbi kill the boy Chelsea?”
Libbi watched as her best friend looked up at her, and looked guilty and then turned back to the lawyer and spoke the words she never thought the girl would ever speak ever. “Yes she did, she knocked that boy over with all the effort she could, even speeding up as she saw the boy crossing the zebra crossing near the playground”
Libbi bolted straight up, her hands on the table as she looked at her friend in pure shock. “I did not!” She screamed out in anger. “I might not remember doing it but I know I am not a murderer!” Libbi’s lawyer put his hand on her shoulder and pushed her back into her chair.
“Quiet you!” The fat judge spoke with such venom, pointing his large fingers at Libbi and she did shut up but sat back and just smirked as she knew she was about to be sent down for the rest of her life thanks to her best friend.
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