Post by Jean Vilain on Sept 18, 2019 5:01:44 GMT
The sun was just starting to come. The air of Kansas City still had that coolness to it that came before the sun started heating everything up. It seemed to be a normal day or about as normal a day could get as the supernatural occurrences began to increase more and more around the city. Somehow the people coped. Despite the revelation that the normallity of life would not be so normal anymore, American Life continued as dictated by the spirit of capitalism. The bills weren't going to pay themselves and everyone in the city knew that. As people got ready for their day, there was the percent of listeners who likes to tune into the radio to get their music and news in.
"... And it looks it will be another beautiful day out today. So folks get out there and go on a walk. Don't forget to download our new app so you can listen to our music even when you're on the go. Now to Jeff for the news and today's hot topic."
"Thanks Lisa. More reports have been coming in about more super powered individuals rising up from out of nowhere. So far officials have refused to comment on what the government response will be. So the question is how are we all going to handle this situation. Many still believe that super powered individual or individuals were responsible for the Wyandotte Plaza incident that left 10 dead and numerous people injured. If the population of these individuals increases then can we expect more casualties. There have been rumors of a government registration act but no official word. Let's take some calls. Caller 1 you're on."
"Hi Jeff thanks for having me. Listen! Alot of these people coming in are just that… people. They may have powers but so what. I own several guns. Doesn't mean I'm gonna go a rampage. Why should we have to register these men and women like they are weapons."
"Sir, no one is saying that they aren't people but not everyone with powers is going to be an upright citizen. It should just act as a precaution in case the police need to take action against a criminal with such a power."
"Jeff what makes you think criminals would even register their powers?"
"Well that would be up to the government to decide on how to enforce that. Next caller!"
"Jeff we need to do more than register these freaks. We need to round them up and isolate them from normal individuals such as myself and my family. I doubt they are even human. They have no place in God's plan."
"Ma'am registration should be the goal but don't you think isolating them completely is dangerously close to what was done in world war 2."
"This is a much different scenario that back then. These monsters nearly killed my little boy at the plaza. I know it was one of these abominations. Medical care is already expensive here in our country. I've had to take out a second mortgage just pay for my baby's injuries."
"Well thank you for your input miss. There is much to discuss in this on going situation. I'll be continuing to take calls as our show goes on. In a related topic, local billionaire and philanthropist, Tanner Burgess has called a press meeting for later today to discuss the current dilemma our city finds itself in. In the mean time here's some music."
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A limo was driving through the city on its way to city hall. It had two passengers. One was a very plain looking man. He had a regular black and white suit, square glasses and combed back hair. Tanner Burgess looked to be a boring looking individual. He was somewhere in his middle ages. Grey had begun to set in and his hairline was already receding. He looked to have a very nervous face.
The other individual had on nothing but black. He had a coat, dress pants, a half buttoned shirt, clean looking shoes, and sunglasses. His demeanor was that of calmness.
"If I do this you'll give me the tapes correct."
"Incorrect Mr Burgess. I said I wouldn't release them."
"How did you even get them? Why are you doing this?"
Panic could be heard coming from Burgess. His driver was unaware of the discussion with the rear window rolled up.
"How and why aren't of importance. What matters is that you are compliant with my instructions. Say the speech and give your endorsement. Simple really."
The man in Black leaned forward from his seat slightly.
"Or… the world can see your double life. I can see the headlines already. 'Tanner Burgess: Adulterer, Hypocrite… Homosexual.' It's your choice really."
"It's become very acceptable these days. They'd praise me for it."
The sweat across Burgess's forehead betrayed his false confidence as the stranger leaned back again against the leather seat. A small smile spread across his face.
"So you claim, but the fact of the matter is that most of your contributers will pull out of your organization and that beautiful young wife of yours will most likely end up with all your money after a divorce… You really should of made a prenup. Television may like to lead you to believe that you'll be accepted, but that's just it. It's TV. A false reality. I've seen into the hearts of people. They may act accepting, but deep inside they find you repulsive. Just look at the President you all elected. At face, everyone pretends to be all for love, but behind the voting curtains, their true face is revealed."
The rest of the ride was silent until they pulled up to city hall. The press was already there along with many protestors calling for the registration of super powered individuals. Rumors had already been swirling thanks to Tanner Burgess's unknown friend that he would endorse a candidate for President that would make sure all super humans would be registered.
"Well it's show time. Don't keep your fans waiting."
Burgess exited the limo, but as he turned around he saw that his company was gone without a trace. As Burgess walked up to the podium, the cameras turned on. The man in black was across the street by a bar as he looked on at all the commotion. He pulled a phone out of his coat to make a call.
"He's going through with it."
"How did you get this number… nevermind. I'll wire the money after the live news report."
"Very good. We're through then."
"Thank you for your help in this… Mr Vilain."
Jean hung up the phone and entered into the bar. It looked to be a high class setting. It should of been though considering it was in a very nice part of town. He sat down at a stool and ordered a scotch straight. The tv was on up above behind the bartender. It was showing press conference that was taking place outside. Jean merely sipped on his drink and watched.
"... And it looks it will be another beautiful day out today. So folks get out there and go on a walk. Don't forget to download our new app so you can listen to our music even when you're on the go. Now to Jeff for the news and today's hot topic."
"Thanks Lisa. More reports have been coming in about more super powered individuals rising up from out of nowhere. So far officials have refused to comment on what the government response will be. So the question is how are we all going to handle this situation. Many still believe that super powered individual or individuals were responsible for the Wyandotte Plaza incident that left 10 dead and numerous people injured. If the population of these individuals increases then can we expect more casualties. There have been rumors of a government registration act but no official word. Let's take some calls. Caller 1 you're on."
"Hi Jeff thanks for having me. Listen! Alot of these people coming in are just that… people. They may have powers but so what. I own several guns. Doesn't mean I'm gonna go a rampage. Why should we have to register these men and women like they are weapons."
"Sir, no one is saying that they aren't people but not everyone with powers is going to be an upright citizen. It should just act as a precaution in case the police need to take action against a criminal with such a power."
"Jeff what makes you think criminals would even register their powers?"
"Well that would be up to the government to decide on how to enforce that. Next caller!"
"Jeff we need to do more than register these freaks. We need to round them up and isolate them from normal individuals such as myself and my family. I doubt they are even human. They have no place in God's plan."
"Ma'am registration should be the goal but don't you think isolating them completely is dangerously close to what was done in world war 2."
"This is a much different scenario that back then. These monsters nearly killed my little boy at the plaza. I know it was one of these abominations. Medical care is already expensive here in our country. I've had to take out a second mortgage just pay for my baby's injuries."
"Well thank you for your input miss. There is much to discuss in this on going situation. I'll be continuing to take calls as our show goes on. In a related topic, local billionaire and philanthropist, Tanner Burgess has called a press meeting for later today to discuss the current dilemma our city finds itself in. In the mean time here's some music."
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A limo was driving through the city on its way to city hall. It had two passengers. One was a very plain looking man. He had a regular black and white suit, square glasses and combed back hair. Tanner Burgess looked to be a boring looking individual. He was somewhere in his middle ages. Grey had begun to set in and his hairline was already receding. He looked to have a very nervous face.
The other individual had on nothing but black. He had a coat, dress pants, a half buttoned shirt, clean looking shoes, and sunglasses. His demeanor was that of calmness.
"If I do this you'll give me the tapes correct."
"Incorrect Mr Burgess. I said I wouldn't release them."
"How did you even get them? Why are you doing this?"
Panic could be heard coming from Burgess. His driver was unaware of the discussion with the rear window rolled up.
"How and why aren't of importance. What matters is that you are compliant with my instructions. Say the speech and give your endorsement. Simple really."
The man in Black leaned forward from his seat slightly.
"Or… the world can see your double life. I can see the headlines already. 'Tanner Burgess: Adulterer, Hypocrite… Homosexual.' It's your choice really."
"It's become very acceptable these days. They'd praise me for it."
The sweat across Burgess's forehead betrayed his false confidence as the stranger leaned back again against the leather seat. A small smile spread across his face.
"So you claim, but the fact of the matter is that most of your contributers will pull out of your organization and that beautiful young wife of yours will most likely end up with all your money after a divorce… You really should of made a prenup. Television may like to lead you to believe that you'll be accepted, but that's just it. It's TV. A false reality. I've seen into the hearts of people. They may act accepting, but deep inside they find you repulsive. Just look at the President you all elected. At face, everyone pretends to be all for love, but behind the voting curtains, their true face is revealed."
The rest of the ride was silent until they pulled up to city hall. The press was already there along with many protestors calling for the registration of super powered individuals. Rumors had already been swirling thanks to Tanner Burgess's unknown friend that he would endorse a candidate for President that would make sure all super humans would be registered.
"Well it's show time. Don't keep your fans waiting."
Burgess exited the limo, but as he turned around he saw that his company was gone without a trace. As Burgess walked up to the podium, the cameras turned on. The man in black was across the street by a bar as he looked on at all the commotion. He pulled a phone out of his coat to make a call.
"He's going through with it."
"How did you get this number… nevermind. I'll wire the money after the live news report."
"Very good. We're through then."
"Thank you for your help in this… Mr Vilain."
Jean hung up the phone and entered into the bar. It looked to be a high class setting. It should of been though considering it was in a very nice part of town. He sat down at a stool and ordered a scotch straight. The tv was on up above behind the bartender. It was showing press conference that was taking place outside. Jean merely sipped on his drink and watched.
