ExtraWhiteRice
Mysterious Character
Johnny was...taken out. 'Michael' kicked himself for not immediately leaving the guards to go intercept Burns--he could have avoided Johnny getting beat up. He couldn't blame himself, though. After all, the IDIOT jumped up on the bar, pulled a gun, and threatened the owner of the place. Glancing over to the bar, he realized his drink was also knocked over...great, now he didn't even have anything to loosen up his emotions! It was probably poisoned anyway--though this was definitely going to be a topic with his next talk with Burns. 'Michael' glanced around, noting that he had no more roles he could play tonight. At least he had succeeded in delaying the guards. He was pissed with Johnny, but he was at a loss for how he was going to present the situation to Julia. He pulled out his phone as he walked away from the bar, towards the other end of the casino, taking cover behind the slot machines. Hastily, he sent a text to Johnny.
With his hasty text sent off, he sat there a moment to gather his wits. His face held an apathetic tone to it. He didn't normally get nervous in tense situations, but it would have been hard not to get a bit shaken up. Slowly, he relaxed each portion of his body, forcing the tenseness out through slow, even breaths. He had failed. He had fucking failed. He was hard on himself for this fact--he knew he could have de-escalated the situation differently in retrospect, but he hadn't been quick enough on his feet. And it urked him that even though it was Johnny's fault that 'Michael' couldn't keep him from getting harmed, it was his mission that failed.
His mind trailed off of that topic, forcing it out of his mind as he re-approached his next negotiation with Burns. This would most definitely be a topic that was brought up, though 'Michael' would be straight to the point--he was going to find out if Burns knew anything about Terrance's activities, one way or another. "And it's MY ass on the line..." he mumbled, finally pushing himself off of the wall that he leaned against, putting on his best fake smile again, and confidently walking out of the casino.
Johnny
them
This is Michael. This will probably be in the paper tomorrow. How do you want me to spin this to Julia? Maybe I can save both of our asses before she jumps to conclusions.
them
I have to give her my report in the evening. Think it over before responding.
With his hasty text sent off, he sat there a moment to gather his wits. His face held an apathetic tone to it. He didn't normally get nervous in tense situations, but it would have been hard not to get a bit shaken up. Slowly, he relaxed each portion of his body, forcing the tenseness out through slow, even breaths. He had failed. He had fucking failed. He was hard on himself for this fact--he knew he could have de-escalated the situation differently in retrospect, but he hadn't been quick enough on his feet. And it urked him that even though it was Johnny's fault that 'Michael' couldn't keep him from getting harmed, it was his mission that failed.
His mind trailed off of that topic, forcing it out of his mind as he re-approached his next negotiation with Burns. This would most definitely be a topic that was brought up, though 'Michael' would be straight to the point--he was going to find out if Burns knew anything about Terrance's activities, one way or another. "And it's MY ass on the line..." he mumbled, finally pushing himself off of the wall that he leaned against, putting on his best fake smile again, and confidently walking out of the casino.
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