Post by johnmwhite on Jul 25, 2011 21:21:42 GMT -5
--The Administrator of REW sits at his desk one warm evening. His feet are perched high on the broad black surface of the table, its dark wood bleeding in to the darkness of the entire office. Every aspect of it is painted dark, even the door now opening on the far wall, as a raven-haired young lady shuffles in on bare feet with the hem of her retro nurse's uniform skirting the plush black carpet. JMW turns down the speakers of his computer, letting the sweet melody of some Amy Winehouse fade quietly into the background noise of the Detroit streets below. Naturally this includes a couple of gunshots because punchlines about Detroit never get old. The nurse carries a bundle in her arm, flicking through envelopes and packages, before tossing a thick black wedge onto the table before her employer.--
John Michael White: Mail just arrived? It's almost sunset.
Andrea: You expect mail service first thing in the morning in Detroit? Pretty soon the whole country will be like this, though, if your buddies in Washington have their way.
John Michael White: Where there is order, let me sew chaos. Though I've got to admit, even I didn't expect the Republicans to be quite this crazy.
Andrea: Well enough self-aware current events references, you have a video to watch.
--Andrea points to the big black boxy thing on the table. John Michael White peers at it curiously, then prods it with his cane.--
John Michael White: A what?
Andrea: A videotape. VHS. Remember, the 1980s and 90s? Before DVDs?
John Michael White: Before what?
Andrea: Of course, we're several generations on from this now, I get it that it's old and dated, but please try to listen. I think you should watch.
--Fortunately the lawyer happens to have a VHS player in his office, so he plays the tape. It's grainy, washed out, and the guy involved seems a bit pasty and sweaty, but the lawyer manages to watch it all the way through with the blank British expression held taut on his face.--
John Michael White: Well that was a horrible waste of sixty seconds.
Andrea: The package said it came from a guy by the name of Aryan Franchise...
John Michael White: Oy vey...
Andrea: I'm not sure if he is aware of your proclivities or is even interested, but he certainly seems to want your gold.
John Michael White: Don't they all? Gold and girls, that's all anyone in this business wants. How... pedestrian. How worn out, just like this tape. No wonder he's using such old technology to put his message across. This whole stupid 'look at me have sex with lots of women and make them suck my schlong' crap is as obsolete and clumsy as a tattered old tape. It's almost like the cassette is a metaphorical device to highlight how uncreative and tedious this guy is.
Andrea: You gotta admit, the crack about you blowing old Goldenrod was pretty funny.
John Michael White: Yeah, it was... in 1999. I took AY from Goldenboy's teat and I toppled the man himself in the ring. In the end he proved himself to be nothing but the same power-mad, self-aggrandized bully that was the system he insisted the Youth stood against. He became the monster he hated.
--The nurse rolls her eyes; she's heard this speech before.--
Andrea: And that never happened to you, right?
John Michael White: Who says I hated the monster?
--With that, the REW World Champion drops his feet off the desk and makes his way across his wide office, resting on his cane.--
Andrea: Where are you going?
John Michael White: Home. I've done enough work for one day.
Andrea: You don't have a response for this new guy?
John Michael White: Eh, he's not important enough to deal with right now. It can wait till tomorrow. Just find out whatever crappy motel... I mean, totally awesome six star resort with exclusive penthouse that he is inevitably staying in because he's so super awesome and all that... and give him an appointment to meet me in my office for some time tomorrow.
Andrea: What time should I give him?
John Michael White: I don't care, I plan to be late no matter what.
--And with that, the lawyer heads home, while his nurse sends out a message before turning out the lights and following into the setting sun.--
