Post by Seito Risa on Sept 12, 2013 20:49:22 GMT -5
The smugness of Ooley's face was almost enough to make anyone who came upon him physically ill. His world had turned around in the matter of an hour. A deal here, a little swerve there, and Louie getting his blows in. It had only been a handful of days, if that, and Ooley felt the world getting more and more back into his control. He strolled the hallway, briefcase in one hand, Louie riding along in the other. He paused long enough to inform someone he would need someone to run a package for him at 10am. A quarter after eight, the clock declared as he glanced at it. He pulled the key from his pocket, unlocked his office door and entered, closing the door behind him, but not locking it. Whistling a happy tune, he opened the closet, set Louie inside for a nap and turned to his desk, setting his briefcase there. He turned around and blinked. Louie leaned against the outside of the closet.
Ooley: "I thought...ah, I must just have intended to."
Grinning broadly he retrieved Louie again.
Ooley: "You've been busy. You need your sleep."
He opened the closet and returned Louie to his resting place before closing the door. With a satisfied smile, he crossed to a file cabinet, retrieving a key from the bottom of a fake plant on top, he unlocked the top drawer and pulled out a small cash box. He turned, whistling and set this on the desk. He circled around and settled into his chair, opening the briefcase and pulling a small paper bag out. He opened the bag and pulled out a Chadwieser coozie, limited edition. He set this on the desk and glanced up. He blinked. There, leaning against the closet door, sat Louie. Ooley got to his feet and crossed over, picking up his best friend.
Ooley: "Now isn't the time to play. You need your rest and I have work to do."
He opened the closet again and set Louie on the shelf this time, as opposed to leaning him in the bottom of the closet. He again closed the closet door and returned to his desk. He opened the cash box and began to count out bills. Once he had a sufficient count he put the remaining stack of cash into the box and closed it. He pulled an envelope from his top right desk drawer and placed the cash inside. Sealing it with tape, he fit it nice and snug into the coozie. He opened the bottom right drawer and pulled out a small box, the kind a coffee mug might ship in. He opened the flap and settle the coozie inside, turning to look at the closet. No Louie. His playful friend must have finally taken his word. Whistling happily to himself he got up and returned to the file cabinet, opening the third drawer and removing a tape dispenser loaded with packing tape. He turned around, starting to sing, and abruptly stopped. There, laying on the desk, was Louie. He crossed to the desk and sat down in his chair.
Ooley: "Something must really be bothering you. Tell me what's wrong."
He grinned at the bat, a grin that was replaced by a look of shock.
Louie: "What have we done?"
Ooley turns his head, looking longways at Louie.
Ooley: "You did not just speak."
Louie: "If not me, then who else, the chair? The poor coozie you're about to suffocate?"
Ooley blinked. He set the tape gun on his desk and rubbed his eyes.
Ooley: "What are you talking about?"
Louie: "What have we done?"
Ooley: "What do you mean?"
Louie laid there on the desk, like a piece of carved wood. Ironic.
Louie: "In Cleveland."
Ooley burst into a wide smile.
Ooley: "Oh, that. You must have knocked yourself out when we were wailing away on those PMN drones. We finally got things our way. All is right with the world."
Louie: "It is?"
Ooley nodded, folding the flaps on the box and retrieving the tape gun.
Ooley: "Of course. That pain in the ass squinty eyed bitch and her man servant are out of the picture. Cost me a hundred thousand bucks, but hey. I think it's a worth while investment."
Louie: "Really?"
Ooley nodded.
Ooley: "I was originally going to make it two. Saved a bunch there. Should make the bean counters proud. And thanks to Zane Scott and Cypress Morgan, that other annoying bitch of a problem, Eden Morgan is out of or lives for good."
Louie: "And?"
Ooley: "And PMN is destroyed. Finally. Do you know how hard I had to work to get access to that building? It was worth it, though. Ol' Chaos sure enjoyed leaving all of those nightmarish memories behind in the rubble. I thought he might actually start singing. If he weren't too drunk."
Ooley laughed as he sealed the box and began to write an address on a shipping label.
Louie: "And what does this do for us?"
Ooley grinned, reaching out and patting his friend after sticking on the label.
Ooley: "We finally get to have control again. No more PMN, no more little rice ball eating bitches. It's going to actually be fun around here again."
The door opened, someone steppd in. A young man, perhaps in his early twenties.
Boy: "Someone said you had a package to go out?"
Ooley looked to the boy and nodded, he turned back to Louie.
Ooley: "One second. Let me finish dealing with business."
He stood up, picked up the box and carried it over to the boy.
Ooley: "Take this to the address on the box. Deliver it there. They'll know what to do with it."
The boy nodded, looking into the room.
Boy: "Who are you talking to?"
Ooley gave him a shove.
Ooley: "None of your business. Just make the delivery and get lost."
The door shut in the boy's face.
Ooley: "Well, that was exciting. You know what, I think I'm going to go down the street and get a latte and a cinnamon roll. You want anything Louie?"
He looked at the bat. Louie didn't answer.
Ooley: "Ah, well. Have a good nap, chum."
Ooley fairly floated out of the office door, the kid apparently having gone. The office is quiet a moment, then a shadow moves across a wall. Lowering himself down from the ceiling is a figure clad all in black, wearing a voice altering speaker around his neck. In his right hand, a palm sized camcorder. The figure reaches the floor, coming down the wall between it and the file cabinet. He walks across to the desk and picks up Louie.
Man: "Bat ninja!"
He slaps himself on the forehead, carrying the bat over to the closet and putting it back in, leaning in the back corner.
Man: "Damn you, Covert Jay."
He looked at the camcorder.
Man: "That was almost too easy."
The man looks around and slips out through the door, closing it quietly behind himself, disappearing into a bank of shadows.
=====Time Marches On=====
The boy rides up on his bicycle. He looks at an address on a slip of paper and at the coffee shop. Shrugging, he enters and walks to a table in the back where sits Ichiro, in his usual grey suit.
Boy: "Mister Ichiro? Here's the box you were looking for."
Ichiro smiled.
I: "Good. Thank you. I'll make sure it reaches it's proper destination. Here's something for your trouble."
Ichiro hands the kid a one hundred dollar bill. The kid's face nearly splits in two.
Boy: "Thanks!"
The kid turns, running off. Ichiro grinned. He pulled a small memory card, in a case from his pocket.
I: "Gotcha."
He slipped it back into his pocket and opened the box. He pulled out the coozie and carefully removed the envelope of cash, which he slid into his inside jacket pocket. He got up and walked out of the coffee shop, stopping long enough to lob the box and coozie into a nearby trashcan.
I: "And so the Rebuild PMN fund receives it's first donation."
Ichiro smiled to himself, his watch beeped.
I: "Time to get back to the airport. I hope Risa-kun hasn't started climbing the walls. They will let her out soon enough."
Ichiro slid his hands into his pants pockets and sauntered off down the street as if he were just another business man on a coffee break in downtown Atlanta.
Ooley: "I thought...ah, I must just have intended to."
Grinning broadly he retrieved Louie again.
Ooley: "You've been busy. You need your sleep."
He opened the closet and returned Louie to his resting place before closing the door. With a satisfied smile, he crossed to a file cabinet, retrieving a key from the bottom of a fake plant on top, he unlocked the top drawer and pulled out a small cash box. He turned, whistling and set this on the desk. He circled around and settled into his chair, opening the briefcase and pulling a small paper bag out. He opened the bag and pulled out a Chadwieser coozie, limited edition. He set this on the desk and glanced up. He blinked. There, leaning against the closet door, sat Louie. Ooley got to his feet and crossed over, picking up his best friend.
Ooley: "Now isn't the time to play. You need your rest and I have work to do."
He opened the closet again and set Louie on the shelf this time, as opposed to leaning him in the bottom of the closet. He again closed the closet door and returned to his desk. He opened the cash box and began to count out bills. Once he had a sufficient count he put the remaining stack of cash into the box and closed it. He pulled an envelope from his top right desk drawer and placed the cash inside. Sealing it with tape, he fit it nice and snug into the coozie. He opened the bottom right drawer and pulled out a small box, the kind a coffee mug might ship in. He opened the flap and settle the coozie inside, turning to look at the closet. No Louie. His playful friend must have finally taken his word. Whistling happily to himself he got up and returned to the file cabinet, opening the third drawer and removing a tape dispenser loaded with packing tape. He turned around, starting to sing, and abruptly stopped. There, laying on the desk, was Louie. He crossed to the desk and sat down in his chair.
Ooley: "Something must really be bothering you. Tell me what's wrong."
He grinned at the bat, a grin that was replaced by a look of shock.
Louie: "What have we done?"
Ooley turns his head, looking longways at Louie.
Ooley: "You did not just speak."
Louie: "If not me, then who else, the chair? The poor coozie you're about to suffocate?"
Ooley blinked. He set the tape gun on his desk and rubbed his eyes.
Ooley: "What are you talking about?"
Louie: "What have we done?"
Ooley: "What do you mean?"
Louie laid there on the desk, like a piece of carved wood. Ironic.
Louie: "In Cleveland."
Ooley burst into a wide smile.
Ooley: "Oh, that. You must have knocked yourself out when we were wailing away on those PMN drones. We finally got things our way. All is right with the world."
Louie: "It is?"
Ooley nodded, folding the flaps on the box and retrieving the tape gun.
Ooley: "Of course. That pain in the ass squinty eyed bitch and her man servant are out of the picture. Cost me a hundred thousand bucks, but hey. I think it's a worth while investment."
Louie: "Really?"
Ooley nodded.
Ooley: "I was originally going to make it two. Saved a bunch there. Should make the bean counters proud. And thanks to Zane Scott and Cypress Morgan, that other annoying bitch of a problem, Eden Morgan is out of or lives for good."
Louie: "And?"
Ooley: "And PMN is destroyed. Finally. Do you know how hard I had to work to get access to that building? It was worth it, though. Ol' Chaos sure enjoyed leaving all of those nightmarish memories behind in the rubble. I thought he might actually start singing. If he weren't too drunk."
Ooley laughed as he sealed the box and began to write an address on a shipping label.
Louie: "And what does this do for us?"
Ooley grinned, reaching out and patting his friend after sticking on the label.
Ooley: "We finally get to have control again. No more PMN, no more little rice ball eating bitches. It's going to actually be fun around here again."
The door opened, someone steppd in. A young man, perhaps in his early twenties.
Boy: "Someone said you had a package to go out?"
Ooley looked to the boy and nodded, he turned back to Louie.
Ooley: "One second. Let me finish dealing with business."
He stood up, picked up the box and carried it over to the boy.
Ooley: "Take this to the address on the box. Deliver it there. They'll know what to do with it."
The boy nodded, looking into the room.
Boy: "Who are you talking to?"
Ooley gave him a shove.
Ooley: "None of your business. Just make the delivery and get lost."
The door shut in the boy's face.
Ooley: "Well, that was exciting. You know what, I think I'm going to go down the street and get a latte and a cinnamon roll. You want anything Louie?"
He looked at the bat. Louie didn't answer.
Ooley: "Ah, well. Have a good nap, chum."
Ooley fairly floated out of the office door, the kid apparently having gone. The office is quiet a moment, then a shadow moves across a wall. Lowering himself down from the ceiling is a figure clad all in black, wearing a voice altering speaker around his neck. In his right hand, a palm sized camcorder. The figure reaches the floor, coming down the wall between it and the file cabinet. He walks across to the desk and picks up Louie.
Man: "Bat ninja!"
He slaps himself on the forehead, carrying the bat over to the closet and putting it back in, leaning in the back corner.
Man: "Damn you, Covert Jay."
He looked at the camcorder.
Man: "That was almost too easy."
The man looks around and slips out through the door, closing it quietly behind himself, disappearing into a bank of shadows.
=====Time Marches On=====
The boy rides up on his bicycle. He looks at an address on a slip of paper and at the coffee shop. Shrugging, he enters and walks to a table in the back where sits Ichiro, in his usual grey suit.
Boy: "Mister Ichiro? Here's the box you were looking for."
Ichiro smiled.
I: "Good. Thank you. I'll make sure it reaches it's proper destination. Here's something for your trouble."
Ichiro hands the kid a one hundred dollar bill. The kid's face nearly splits in two.
Boy: "Thanks!"
The kid turns, running off. Ichiro grinned. He pulled a small memory card, in a case from his pocket.
I: "Gotcha."
He slipped it back into his pocket and opened the box. He pulled out the coozie and carefully removed the envelope of cash, which he slid into his inside jacket pocket. He got up and walked out of the coffee shop, stopping long enough to lob the box and coozie into a nearby trashcan.
I: "And so the Rebuild PMN fund receives it's first donation."
Ichiro smiled to himself, his watch beeped.
I: "Time to get back to the airport. I hope Risa-kun hasn't started climbing the walls. They will let her out soon enough."
Ichiro slid his hands into his pants pockets and sauntered off down the street as if he were just another business man on a coffee break in downtown Atlanta.
