Post by DetroitMassacre MickeyMadness on Jul 26, 2011 0:33:12 GMT -5
As John leaves his office headed home, to get some R&R from one of those women that he is known for paying off to do things that I won't even both getting into. I am standing right outside the building waiting for John, sparking up a cigarette as John exits the door from the Star Maker arena. I exhale and blow a smoke ring at John as he exits the door, my painted and scarred up face gleams in the lights surrounding the parking area. John sees my purple pin striped suit and my purple bowler.[/b][/size]
Mickey:[/size]Well hello their old friend or shall I say Commishener John Michael White. You remember me don't you the one who gave you the nice handy switchblade, we are in Detroit, the hometown of the Detroit Massacre Mickey Madness. Look JMW I am not here to bust your chops I just have one question. Who is trying to fucking kill me? I was laid up in a hospital for over a week from my car blowing up. I caught a bumper to my back, but since I am ex military I know whoever did this didn't do a good job at wiring the bomb. They intended for it to blow up when I started up the engine, but I noticed the glass broken. So I come to you Do you know who wants me dead?[/b][/size]
JMW drops his head shaking it not saying nothing as I stand in his way, he walks passed me bumping into my shoulder. He pushes me to the side as I stare off at him with my arms spread letting out a small maniacal cackle. As JMW climbs into his ride about to close the door to his ride.[/b][/size]
Mickey:[/size]I will be sticking around looking for the prick that wants me dead, so you will be seeing me around a lot more as of lately John have a safe drive home.[/b][/size]
I turn my back finishing my cigarette and flicking it off into the parking lot, walking back through the back door of the Star Maker Arena as the scene fades to black..
To Be Continued..[/b][/size]
Mickey:[/size]Well hello their old friend or shall I say Commishener John Michael White. You remember me don't you the one who gave you the nice handy switchblade, we are in Detroit, the hometown of the Detroit Massacre Mickey Madness. Look JMW I am not here to bust your chops I just have one question. Who is trying to fucking kill me? I was laid up in a hospital for over a week from my car blowing up. I caught a bumper to my back, but since I am ex military I know whoever did this didn't do a good job at wiring the bomb. They intended for it to blow up when I started up the engine, but I noticed the glass broken. So I come to you Do you know who wants me dead?[/b][/size]
JMW drops his head shaking it not saying nothing as I stand in his way, he walks passed me bumping into my shoulder. He pushes me to the side as I stare off at him with my arms spread letting out a small maniacal cackle. As JMW climbs into his ride about to close the door to his ride.[/b][/size]
Mickey:[/size]I will be sticking around looking for the prick that wants me dead, so you will be seeing me around a lot more as of lately John have a safe drive home.[/b][/size]
I turn my back finishing my cigarette and flicking it off into the parking lot, walking back through the back door of the Star Maker Arena as the scene fades to black..
To Be Continued..[/b][/size]
