Post by johnmwhite on Nov 1, 2010 19:21:58 GMT -5
--John Michael White sits in his office, his quiet sanctuary, his fortress of solitude beyond the stark black door. There is a quiet ticking, as the balls of an executive desk top bounce back and forth upon the enormous table he has squeezed into the room. The lawyer's fingers drum on the arm of his throne in time to the ticks. Every second life is shaved a little shorter. And the lawyer just stares into space.--
John Michael White: ....
--On and on time ticks, marching forward with the inevitable confidence of death and taxes. But the lawyer makes a game out of cheating both, and as good as he is at it, he cannot stand it when someone else tries it for themselves.--
John Michael White: Ah screw this bloody meditation crap.
Voice: I told you to keep calm. Think of your blood pressure.
--The Ring Wars CEO cocks his head, listening to the nurse as she murmurs in his ear. A spaniel pads across the floor, pressing her head to the lawyer's six-fingered hand, looking to be petted. JMW strokes the dog, trying to calm himself.--
John Michael White: Calm, schmalm. I'm mad as hell, and I'm not gonna take it anymore.
Andrea: Didn't you learn anything from that rally at the weekend?
John Michael White: I learned to be afraid of spiders. Damn eight legged freaks.
Andrea: *sigh*
John Michael White: Right, I've tried to be calm, but I think it's better to strike while the iron is hot.
--The lawyer leans over his desk, pressing a button. A buzz rumbles round the building, and his intercom broadcasts his voice to the entire Ring Wars Hotel and Casino.--
John Michael White: Ladies and gentlemen, your attention please. Following the first Blood & Guts to be held in this building in quite some time, your overlord is mostly pleased. We had some very good matches and impressive performances, and you should be proud. However, what we did not have was something every lawyer seeks throughout his life: justice.
--A snort echoes round the building, the short laugh escaping Andrea's lips. JMW glares at her, then continues.--
John Michael White: ... You see, in the lead up to our first event here in Vegas, Miss Icy Holiday breached protocol by paying for an employee to fly here.
Andrea: Well it wasn't just any employee, it was the world champion.
John Michael White: Will you stop? The point is, I made an order and she disobeyed it, which leads to consequences. Those consequences were to have been meted out at Blood & Guts, but unfortunately Icy managed to escape that as our Queen of the Ring was unable to make it here. So that means Icy's punishment is pending. Find her, and the first person to bring her to my office by hook or by crook and have her over my desk shall receive a Money in the Bank briefcase. The contract is already signed and notarised, all it needs is its holder to choose a title to challenge for. And of course, a winner looking for a tag title shot could also name a partner of their choice, if they were that way inclined. And Icy, if you manage to evade both REW and HIW's finest, then I will finally forgive you, and the briefcase is yours.
--JMW lifts his finger from the button, cutting off the intercom. He leans back in his chair, petting the dog again.--
Andrea: You know, this thing you have about paddling Icy is kind of creepy.
John Michael White: Shh! Anyway, it's supposed to be symbolic.
Andrea: More like sophomoronic...
--Andrea leans over the desk, grabbing the mouse. She quickly navigates John's screen to something, and clicks.--
Andrea: Get back to meditating. Here it is, your moment of zen:
OOC: This event runs until Midnight Friday (really 00:00 Saturday Morning) New York Time. In your posts lay out traps, come up with plans, and otherwise try to figure out how to track down and capture Icy Holiday. She's somewhere in Vegas, that's all we know. Icy, feel free to drop clues about your whereabouts, or even red herrings. This is meant to be just a fun event, so use your imagination, play around with each other, cooperate, and try to enjoy yourselves. The winner will be determined by the arbitrary whim of an autocrat.
