Summons and a Jury

[Dollface]

Everyone likes to be on top, right? I mean, we’ve all been there, where we’re in charge of this or that. Then comes along someone else who’s even MORE in charge. They’re probably not in charge the way you would be, but it doesn’t even matter if you think about it. They could do things the same way you would, they could even do them for the same reasons.

It’s STILL gonna piss you off.

So I get it, Jury. Nah, I’m not gonna be like Q and be all I DON’T WANT TO HURT YOU and I’M SORRY I’M ON YOUR TURF which works for him but obviously doesn’t work for me. I have no problem hurting you, but I’m not out to like, twist your head around backwards or anything.

But nah, I get it. The Underground is yours right now, and you’re running it how you want. You know if someone else came in, THEY’D be running it, and they’d just fuck it all up, amirite? So if I come in and take your shiny away from you, it turns into MY playground. You know what that means, right?

That’s right!

It means rainbow ropes, neon paint and glitter. Glitter... hm...

OMG!

Dude, I could TOTALLY bedazzle the belt!

How’s about that, Jury?

That way, when you inevitably use those baby water buffalo you call fists to take the belt back after I win it from you, it will be PRETTY!

Like instead of blood there’s gonna be some stylish decals and I bet I could even figure out how to make an appliqué stick, one with LOTS of sequins. Maybe sewing it? I have this little sewing machine I got for my birthday when I was a little kid and really I’m not even sure why I’m telling you this coz I seriously doubt you’re even reading anymore at this point and -

- Bet you're paying attention NOW, aren'tcha? 

Sinner.

So yeah, you know... it is what it is. Pretty sure Jury still blames me for his brother's death which is total BULLSHIT, or maybe blames me for being a total bitch to him about it on Twitter which would actually be sort of justified but in my defense he TOTALLY started it! Oh also, hi fans! 

Not a token hi (or a tokin' high) but a legit HEY EVERYBODY! And no I'm not just saying that coz I'm super hoping to get Most Loved at the next Icey's even though I really AM hoping for it it's not the whole reason.

LOOK AT THAT! A SHINY NEW CHANGE OF SUBJECT!

Soooo Nathan. Things are going really well with all that, way better than I ever thought they were going to. You know during all that Black Hand stuff and Nathan went all evil and crazy and still hot but creepy and yeah. Even though we're both bummed the tag belts got pulled (THANKS, SHOWTIME) we've got the whole Universe in front of us and we even - actually I gotta go.

This was gonna be longer but my security dude is here and he's gotta talk with me. He's gotta have a sit down with the Boss. That makes me sound so badass. xD 

Jury? Let's meet up and have fun at Trauma 189 - a couple of competitors putting on a good show, amirite?! You can either do it that way, or you can go into the ring hellbent on hitting me til candy comes out. The balls are in your court, buddy.


~ Kelli

Kelli snaps the lid of her laptop shut, looking up and giving Harris a wave from the comfort of her chair.

Okay, so it's a giant neon green beanbag chair with fluffy upholstering, but still. Chair. Her welcoming smile fades as Mark sets a tri-folded paper on her desk, noting the pensive look on his face.

"What's wrong?"

"Just read it."

She picks it up, the heavy paper having the powdery feel of fine vellum, her eyebrows raising at the rigid yet elegant letterhead. As she reads her expression goes from concern, to anger, to amusement, Mark watching her face closely.

"Okay, and?" She tosses the letter to the low table at her side, rolling her eyes. "A bunch of asshats are trying to get the company. Again."

"You don't understand, Kelli. This has already gone through your legal office, they screen everything you get like this to make sure you aren't given every spurious claim someone can try to file. This is a legitimate class action lawsuit."

"You know, a Republican once said that if it's a legitimate class action lawsuit, my lawyer has ways of shutting the whole thing down."

"Kelli that - no. This is SERIOUS. This could cost you the whole company. There's paperwork, there are documents, there are witnesses and testimonies and a BODY COUNT."

Kelli's lips purse, cheeks reddening. "I KNOW it's serious, that's why I'm pissed OFF. I don't even understand half of what they're saying! English isn't even my first language!"

"Your legal team wants to meet with you tomorrow morning, unless you have a late night planned...?" Harris trails off, question clear in his voice.

She rises to her feet with a huff. "You're right. Time to go."

Brushing past him, she feels hot tears pricking at her eyes. "Where are you going? I thought you weren't heading out for a couple hours."

"To the gym."

"I thought you had a date with Nathan tonight?"

"I do, but I guess I better make sure I'm in good enough condition to beat Jury's ass. And anyone else who comes after him."

"That worried about him?"

Kelli glares at him over her shoulder, knowing full well he wasn't the target of her ire but finding cheer a bit beyond her. "That worried about paying the bills. If this shit goes down, I'm gonna have to find another way to afford to live - and write YOUR paychecks."

Flouncing to her room she slams the door, flopping on the bed in a glorious show of pique, immediately feeling guilty for snapping at Harris. Squinching her eyes shut, she reaches deep within and through to Nathan, using abilities she still has no real understanding of.

Let me be with you. I know I need to be strong enough on my own, but sometimes I need your help. Let me be with you Anywhere but Here...