Post by Killian King on Feb 28, 2015 11:57:05 GMT -5
Tuesday, February 25, 2015
“The City of Angels” Los Angeles
Syndicate offices
“I thought I might find you in here.”
Killian looks up to find Eden Morgan standing just inside the door to the boardroom, easing the door closed behind her, her hands behind her back. A ready smile warms his face.
“Dare I hope you were looking for me?” he raises an eyebrow as she draws her lower lip in between perfectly white teeth, the red of her lipstick contrasting sharply.
“Maybe,” she replies, a coquette undertone to her words as Killian's blood heats up. She approaches closer, trailing a finger across the top of the desk.
“Zane and Alan should be here for the meeting with Jase any moment,” she says, looking up at him from beneath lushly dark lashes. Killian leans against the table behind him, watching her with undisguised interest.
“And yet you came up here before them, looking for me. Why is that, I wonder?”
Eden moves slowly closer, the sway of her hips, perfectly outlined by the very-fitted pencil skirt clinging to them, hypnotizing him. She stops just before him so that his gaze is forced to redirect itself, settling on the swell of her breasts beneath the scooped top she wears and then sliding up the graceful curve of her neck to that point where neck and jawline meet, that intensely lickable, biteable area of skin... She leans in close, the soft scent of vanilla and jasmine suffusing his senses, sending a lightning rod right through him.
“Maybe it was because I was hoping to catch you in here by yourself. I see the way you look at me, Killian,” his name a purr from deep within her throat. She presses herself against him, looping a hand behind his neck as she draws him down, warm breath against his ear. Killian's hands clench into fists at his sides.
“And what way is that?” he asks, his voice strangely rough even to his own ears. In response, a warm wet sensation engulfs the lobe of his ear as Eden draws it into her mouth and then nips at it before speaking, her lips brushing lightly against him as her fingers entwine in his hair, tugging lightly but insistently.
“Maybe it's because I want the promise I've seen in your eyes when you look at me. Maybe I want that controlled violence I've seen so often in the ring unleashed on me. Into me,” she whispers, Killian's hands spasming. As he reaches out to grab her hips, she steps back, a satisfied and playful smile on her face.
“Or maybe I just enjoy teasing you,” she mocks him, turning about with a shrug. Killian's jaw drops in surprise as she starts to walk away. With a growl, 'The Crucible' comes away from the desk, grabbing the vixen before him by the elbow and spinning her into him hard. He grasps her face in his hands, planting his lips on hers firmly, absorbing any sounds of protest into himself. There are none, as Eden's arms return to his neck, grabbing at his hair and fisting it tightly. Killian's hands roam over her body, fitting perfectly around her waist and molding her more firmly to his body, sliding over the swell of her hips, the curve of her ass in appreciation.
Eden tears away from him, breathing heavily, her red lipstick smeared across her face. She stares up at him heatedly, her hand reaching out to slap him hard across the face. Killian's head turns from the force behind the slap, turning back slowly, a grin creeping into place. The two of them start to tear each other's clothes up, Killian growing frustrated with the seemingly unworkable fastenings of her skirt as he grasps her behind the neck, turning her around and shoving her face down over the desk and pushing her skirt up as he moves behind her...
The scene ends abruptly as Killian is jolted out of his reverie just as it was getting good by a pen crashing against his forehead .
“Killian!” Eden utters again, her voice much-aggrieved, indicating she had quite possibly been trying to get his attention for some time. Zane snickers, breaking his stoicism, as Wallace simply rolls his eyes. Eden huffs as Killian remains unapologetic, relaxing in his chair as he stares at her across the desk. Eden's eyes fall upon the drink placed on the table in front of 'Her Majesty's Most Beloved Grappler'. Beads of sweat like condensation run down the body of the short and round glass, forming a ring around its base. Eden's brow raises as she shoots her English counterpart a glare. Shaking her head, Eden silently mouths the request of a coaster under his drink, leading Killian to glance around the room for an item of such. His eyes fall upon his tag team partner who is so deep in thought that he doesn’t notice the hand crawling toward him upon the tips of fingers like “Thing” from The Addams Family before seizing into custody 'The Vain One's' iPad. He draws the piece of technology down the table in his own direction, Killian's eyes never leaving the face of his tag team partner. Killian's gaze finally return to Eden's glare as he places his scotch on the rocks atop Vain's iPad. A wink from the culprit details the amount of shits he has to give.
Exactly none.
A tapping sounds at the door and four pairs of eyes swing toward the sound as Jason Ingalls enters the room, an overcompensating grin playing along his skeevy face, reminiscent of a used car salesman about to unload a lemon on some poor old lady. Killian's eyes roll as if he wasted the effort it took to look in that direction.
“I made it, did I miss anything?” Jase inquires as he closes the door behind himself. Before the party can even gather enough thoughts to form a sentence Jason begins to unsheathe a barrage of ass kissing unparalleled to any. “Goddamn that was an awesome show last night. Syndicate all over the place, just on top of things, and, I have to say, love what you did with Chaos and Cypress. That was a highlight--” his voice drops off as he notices the chilly feel of the room. The smile fades from Ingles' face as Killian finds himself in the painful contemplation of how in any just world this daft prick was able to bag one Eden Morgan.
“Oi Shut...the fuck..up already,” Killian quips as Eden indicates an empty chair at the far end of the table. The pleasantry quickly bleeds from Jase's expression as he shuffles along like a dead man walking the path of death row. One could almost hear the lonesome dirge of the funeral march hummed in mourn as Jase approaches the proverbial gallows. It's only then that Killian realizes that everyone in the confines of the room is once again watching him, and that the song inside his head had escaped through his lips. Jase shoots a look of desperation and longing toward his friend and ally 'Arrogance Personified' Alan Wallace, a look warranting comparison to the look ones pet has when making eye contact with his owner before being put down.
“Look, if this is about the Cypress thing again--” he stutters out, but before Eden can bring a halt to any late offerings of excuses, Killian procures the phone from his pocket and begins to thumb through it's screens and various apps. Most notably Twitter, where with the touch of his finger he sifts through various vacant tweets indicating Harley Addams unhealthy obsession with vegetables, causing the Englishman to lean toward his 'Sex and Violence' partner and show him the screen.
“Turns out it's not a stick up her ass, mate... rutabaga.” A chuckle breaks Vain's cold glare as he shakes his head slightly. The sight of Killian's phone sparks the natural reaction to see his own, as Vain looks down to the now empty resting place of his iPad. Wallace's eyes search about as he realizes that he's lost track of his device, before spotting it sitting in front of Killian who's using it as a coaster for his glass.
A much-aggrieved look courses the face of 'The Mecca of Metrosexual' as he eyes Killian sipping from the dripping glass and placing it back down on the screen of the tablet. Killian looks down at the iPad, then back to Vain before delivering a simple shrug as if to suggest it was in the nature of being Killian King. Killian lifts his glass once more as Alan reaches over and slides back his device. With a raised brow 'The Arbiter of Violence' tilts his glass and nods in his partners direction. “Cheers...”
“Jase you were fired,” Eden delivers to him abruptly watching as Jase's jaw drops to the floor.
'Click'
The sound of a camera snapping a picture, as the flash renders the guilty party to be from Killian's phone. Killian glances up from behind the phone. “What? Oh bugger that... that's employee of the month worthy pic right there..” he insists, a smirk playing across Killian's lips as he pauses and waits for the killing blow. “...Ah that's right.”
“I-- wha-- look, I told you I didn't sign those papers, what the hell--”
“No, you idiot. I said you were fired. Pay attention,” Eden responds irritably.
Killian watches with perhaps a morbid delight as Jase squirms about in his chair, trying to perhaps digest all of the bad news being dealt upon him. His satisfaction is short lived however as Killian looks up to the scowling sight of Zane Scott staring at him. 'Her Majesty's Most Beloved Grappler' gives an inquisitive shrug. A slight look of agitation from Zane as he tries to mouthe something and signals by clubbing his open hand with a closed fist from the other. Killian's brow arches, gaining a slightly more irritable glare from Zane who sighs heavily and pounds his fists together, throwing his head in the general direction of Jason Ingalls. Killian eyes both Zane and Jase suspiciously and nods as if he knows what he's agreeing with. After the first few nods, Zane facepalms and retrieves his phone from his pocket. Pressing in his code to unlock it, because he's the type, Zane begins to type in a series of heavily pounded finger tips indicating his rage, before glancing up at Killian who its across the table from him.
A moment passes and then a chime sounds, Killian peeking at his phone, nodding as he reads a message simple stating “We get Ingalls NOW.” The Englishman's eyes met with Zane's once more as he begins to type a response. Zane's phone dings almost automatically. He lowers his eyes to see the words, “I know, chum, just fucking with you.” Zane slowly grits his teeth.
Jase looks confused for a moment, completely lost in thought as Zane quietly pushes his chair back, slowly getting to his feet. A moment later and Killian follows suit. Eden continues speaking, not drawing attention to the two men moving about the room, Jase's attention focused completely on her.
“You've been fired for several months, Jase, and when I say 'fired' I mean from UGWC....”
Eden continues as Killian walks by her, making his way to the end of the table. His eyes cut across from the table at him to the man walking the same path. Zane growls under his breath, still annoyed at his cohorts shenanigans. Killian wasn't close to the man, but in the short amount of time that they had worked together, Killian had learned to appreciate the finer art of getting under Zane Scott's skin. Maybe it was the twitch or the way his eye fluttered when Killian finally found that last nerve. Or the way he knew Zane would take it out the next poor bastard he had the chance to. Several interns had learned the hard way.
“No, I haven't been, I've been to work, I've been signing forms and filling out paperwork...” Jase continues to spit out more consistent and pointless drivel to save himself. Killian, who couldn’t be less enthralled, tunes out most of it, anyhow. The poor bastard had yet to even register the movement in the room. 'The Crucible' pauses momentarily to remove his Rolex and place it into the pocket of his coat, before removing the jacket and placing it on the table closest to the wall.
Killian once again pulls out his phone as Eden continues to further explain things. Fingering through his apps, he watches a Twitter war spark between Mark Stone and Covert Jay. Killian rolls his eyes at the prospect of his opponent in the Streak of Success Gauntlet having a battle of wits with, of all people, Covert Jay.
Sighing heavily, Killian meets Zane behind Jase, who is by all means, apparently still oblivious to the two large men having flanked him. Jase blinks, watching 'Vain' and then looking down and away from him, shaking his head as he tries to wrap his brain around everything, Killian and Zane standing not far behind him. Killian leans in showing Zane his competition for Synergy.
Zane rolling his eyes. “You're worried about one of Jet Somers scouted talents?”
“Should I be?” Killian responds in a whisper. “The guy also discovered Gian Jones... and now he's Klaus' shoe shine boy. I mean the bloody bastard won the first round of The Streak of Success last week, but even a blind squirrel finds an acorn and such.”
“Shut him down and get your hands on Chaos...” Zane grits through his glare, staring a hole through Ingalls.
“Aye... I was born and bred for The Chaos division, chum... This guy was a former cage fighter and boxer. He gets into that ring with me, and he'll leave a retired wrestler as well,” Killian mutters.
“So why now, why tell me all of this now?” Jase asks, a shocked pitch to his voice. Eden sighs.
“Because we three are no longer the only ones who know. Pierce knows. So does Vines. It's only a matter of time before everyone does and you lose any and all clout you have in the UGWC. You remember what I told you would happen when you were no longer useful, Jase?” Eden inquires innocently as Zane reaches out, his big hand connecting with Jase's shoulder. Jase jumps, Killian's hand landing on his other shoulder. Jase pushes himself to his feet quickly, knocking their hands away. Killian connects with a boot to the gut, doubling Jase over. Zane presses one fist into the palm of his other hand, shining with mirth as he steps closer.
“I've been wanting to do this for a long, long time,” Zane states eagerly, stepping closer.
Killian leans in slowly, his cellphone in hand as he drags Zane Scott by the shoulder downward as well. Bringing his phone up in front of Jase's face he makes sure that all three of them are captured on the screen, a more than amply nervous look washing over Jase's face as he looks over his shoulder at Killian.
“Pre-Zane-Rage selfie!...” The phone snaps a shutter noise, as even out of his own character Zane smiles a awkwardly frightening Cheshire like grin for the picture. Zane and Killian pause for a moment to admire the picture before Zane turns around, slamming his fist into the jaw of Jason Ingalls when he looks up in a nasty uppercut. Jase flies back to land on the table before quickly rolling to the floor where Zane and Killian proceed to stomp him into the floor without mercy. After a time, the two of them back off, Jase lying in the floor beaten and bloody. A chair pushes back from the table and footsteps are heard as someone gets up. Jase doesn't move for a few minutes, finally trying to lift himself on shaky, weak arms and falling back down, blood spraying from his busted nose and lip out over the carpet. He tries again, this time able to pull himself across the floor a little as he reaches out, his fingers barely brushing the pristine white pant leg of 'Vain' who stands just in front of him. 'Vain' takes a step back and crouches down, resting his forearms on his thighs. Jase tries to look up, obviously in pain, holding a hand out for 'Vain' to help him up. 'Vain' glances at the hand and then reaches down to flick his fingers across the area of his clothing Jase had touched, disgusted.
“Jase, you and Vain have been through a lot together. You were there for me when nobody else was. And I'll always appreciate that. But your usefulness has run its course. And those without purpose... are merely a burden,” 'Vain' says softly before standing back up and straightening his tie and jacket. “I'll see to it that they allow you to at least be dragged out of here in one piece. Mostly, anyway.”
Zane and Killian advance again on the man lying on the floor, Jase using his last bit of energy to use the table and pull himself to his feet, prepared to fight, 'Vain' with his back turned to the whole business.
“Wait!” Eden yells sharply, all eyes on her. She presses the fingers of one hand to her temples and shakes her head. “Maybe I'm uncharacteristically sentimental... I don't generally believe in second... or third chances,” she stares hard at Jase, his expression grim as he turns more fully to face her. “But we're going to give you one, Jase.”
Jase glances at Killian and Zane, before focusing fully on Eden again. “What is it?” he asks, voice rough and halting.
Eden studies him for a moment and then sighs again. “I have something I need you to bring to New Orleans. Specifically to Cypress and Chaos,” she finishes, Jase's mouth dropping open. He starts to say something, Eden holding up a warning hand. “Don't interrupt me, Jason.” When he closes his mouth, she continues. “It's nothing illegal, nothing big. Simply an envelope, something official they need to see.”
“Can't you just mail it to them?” Jase asks, his voice gravelly. Zane chuckles behind him.
“Ah, don't be like that Jase... there's nothing that old chums like you and the boys can't get over with the help of a few pints.” Killian jests. “Either that or Zane here gets to take out some of his frustrations...”
“No questions, Jase. Do this, and we're even. No worries, nothing. In fact, do this, and maybe we can even find a spot for you with Bryson Enterprises. As the personal trainer for The Syndicate, perhaps?” Eden smiles as she dangles the offer before him. Jase's lips press into a thin line.
“Fine. I'll do it.”
“There's a good sport...” Killian replies.
In response, Eden reaches under the table and pulls out a sealed envelope, handing it to him. Zane slaps him hard on the shoulder, fingers digging in firmly.
“I'll even pay for the plane ride, Ingalls,” he says jovially, a huge grin on his face.
Killian slaps him on the other shoulder. “And I've already taken the liberty of having Nottingham pack for you. You can leave within the hour.”
Jase pulls away from the two of them, a dazed expression on his face as he limps from the room, the envelope clutched in his hands. He reaches for the door, stopping as 'Vain' finally speaks up.
“This is your chance to make amends, Jase. I trust that you won't let us down.”
Killian leans in over Jase, his massive frame towering over him already. “You know... not again, at least right?.”
Jase doesn't utter a word of response, simply pulling the door open and walking out of the room.
As the door closes behind him, the four look to one another.
“Killian...” Eden begins softly, still watching the closed door. 'The Arbiter of Violence' approaches closer, leaning in to hear her better.
“Yes, sweetheart?”
Eden ignores the term of endearment, her voice smooth and impassive. “I have a merchandising meeting this afternoon, but I'm afraid I won't be able to make it. Would you mind attending for me?”
Killian's grin is quick and decisive. He nods. “Aye, I'll go for you. No problem.”
Eden turns to leave the room, pausing at he door.
“And Killian?”
He turns about, to look at her, a question on his face.
“It's important you keep it classy,” she says seriously, the grin on Killian's face growing wider.
“Never fear, sweetheart. I'll keep it classy for you.”