Post by johnmwhite on Apr 3, 2013 12:02:49 GMT -5
--Trash flees down the halls of the dilapidated, dated facade of REW. After burning to the ground and being rebuilt just a few months ago one would think that the building would still be in pretty good condition, but such is the corrupting nature of neglect that it already is a mess of cracked walls, dusty floors and weeds working their way up between split floorboards. Some lightbulbs are on, some have gone dark, leaving the corridors in an eerie pattern of shadow and light that only seems to emphasise the darkness and decay. Aaron Holiday follows the footsteps of the Sanity Assassin, but in this dank and decrepit place that he once ruled, even he is finding himself a little lost. Soon all is silent, yet Holiday feels he is not alone. Drawn by who knows what, he sticks his head into a cluttered office, and is sure he sees movement.--
Aaron Holiday: Who's there?
--A scratch, a flash. A match is struck, a red ember glows in the dark pocket between the harsh halogen lamps.--
Voice: Hope you guess my name.
Aaron Holiday: John. Don't you have a warm basket in some fancy hotel to sleep in? And I don't think smoking is good for dogs.
John Michael White: Fortunately my condition has improved.
Aaron Holiday: How'd you manage that?
John Michael White: F.M.
Aaron Holiday: Frequency modulation?
John Michael White: Fucking Magic.
Aaron Holiday: Well if you're going to be like that I'm going to assume Sung Ho is around.
John Michael White: Actually no, I'm just in a bad mood. Things have not gone well for me since REW collapsed, again.
--The lawyer steps forward, leaning wearily on his cane as he comes into the light. His smooth head gleams as ever, but his purple coat and black pants are dingy and drab, his red Prada shoes scuffed and worn. His cold blue eyes are bloodshot, heavy from lack of rest. Before a shocked Aaron Holiday can offer his assessment of the shabby state of the longest reigning REW Champion in history, there is a tremendous noise. The door slams shut, the key turns with a click, and try as Holiday might to pry the door open, it appears he and John Michael White both are trapped in this tiny office, trapped like the rats that infest the Starmaker Arena.--
Aaron Holiday: Dammit, now what?
TBC by ?
