Board Thread:Off-Topic Posts/@comment-28092296-20180616195143

This was a story for the role Scammer by The Actual Medium that I worked on a while ago. I figured I might as well release it here now that I haven't done much further work on it.

(Scammer Role: http://town-of-salem.wikia.com/wiki/Thread:282825)

(The Actual Medium: http://town-of-salem.wikia.com/wiki/Message_Wall:The_Actual_Medium)

Anways, here's the story:

The two men sat opposite from each other, separated by a chrome-coloured table. Grey, brick walls surrounded them both. One of them donned a black business suit. A window behind him channeled light into the room, so only his black, shadowed silhouette was visible. The other man wore an orange jumpsuit, with a tag sticking out at the back. His hands were neatly folded together, and he sat up straight. “If you admit to working with or for the Mafia,” the deep voice from the business suit started, “I may just lower your sentence from the death sentence to life without parole.” The man in the orange jumpsuit sitting across the steel table cracked his knuckles and tilted his neck. The smile was growing on his face. “If I admit working with who? Those idiots? The ones with the fancy black business suits that visit people’s houses at night with their fancy revolvers?” He used one of his middle fingers and one of his pointer fingers to indicate somebody walking. “Those crazy hoodlums who wear those shaded sunglasses and supposedly ‘puppet’ and ‘govern’ organized crime? You must be crazy! I don’t work with idiots like those guys! I work alone!” The man in the orange jumpsuit slammed his fist on the table and laughed, causing the other man to grit his teeth. The silhouette opened his black mouth. “If you do not admit to working with or for the Mafia, I will be forced to place you in death row.” His voice was monotone, but there were slightly audible waves in his pitch. There was no quivering or pleading from the convict. More laughing erupted from the prisoner. “I’ve pickpocketed police officers, deceived private eyes and manipulated murderers. What are you going to do?” His voice was mocking. “Oh! I see! A scary death sentence? I’ve already accomplished all I’ve ever wanted to do in this life!” His eyes widened. “A town full of murderers? It may be scary to you...but it’s a fun challenge to me!” He again broke out laughing, this time laughing uncontrollably and nearly falling out of his chair. The other man let out a sigh of frustration and annoyance. He stood up and knocked on the door. He was let out by a large, muscular man. A badge with an eagle reflected the light right into the dark room through the window. The silhouette glanced back at the prisoner, laughing and falling on the floor, and sighed. He exited the room, leaving the criminal alone in darkness, with laughter echoing against brick walls.  