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@_ulysses_: (I'll get a post up in a bit. I'm doin' some Trickshot stuff right now, I'll log in to McJames here soon.)

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@_ulysses_: (Sorry if my post sucks, I'm on mobile :/)

As his client walked in, he was shouting over his intercom. His voice became hushed when he noticed that there was business to be done. "Damnit, just make sure he doesn't make it back here!" He said, signaling for Luna Hawk to attack LR, who had somehow managed to hide a sticky bomb from Bobby and evade all 4 of the people in the room's attacks. He motioned for Bobby and Twilight to follow after LR. "Hey, uh Robert, right? No, Rodrick? I might be a second." He said, scrambling to put his suit jacket back on. He dropped a cigarette he was about to light, and bent over to pick it up. As he raised his head, he noticed the shotgun on the table, and scrambled to hide it. "It's complicated." McJames said, placing in in a drawer and slamming it shut. He fell down into his chair, and nervously puffed on his cigarette as he looked out the window, an uneasy look on his face. "Yo, is this how all your deals go down?" Ulysses, in his guise, pulled McJames out of this state. It was game time. He put on a smile and the nervousness left him through the smoke he blew out of his mouth. "Oh, no. As you can see from the property damages, he's dangerous. Unstable. Don't be worried about it though, I've got some of my top folks out there breaking bones." McJames accentuated this by as hong his cigarette semi-dramtically. A subtle show of power. "Now, as for your case, let's say you've got a healing factor. Observe." McJames bent a paperclip into a hook, and slit his own wrist over a garbage can. He gritted his teeth while metal ripped flesh. The blood poured into the bin for a short moment before the wound closed itself. "Now, do you have a healing factor or not? Because as fat as the no bruising, we can get a little blood transfusion going on before you're tested. By tested, I mean the Feds are going to best the living bejesus out of you if we go with this plan. But with my blood, you'll be A-Okay. Twilight probably knows something that can change one of our blood typed for this purpose, because they're gonna do a blood test beforehand." McJames, during his planning, had begun to stand, and leaned against his desk, hands flat on the wood. "Now for the prostitution," he started, noticing the black stain on his desk. He rubbed it once more. No progress. "Where exactly is the social butterfly? Because I'm sure we could work out a deal. Either she doesn't testify, or she gets whacked by her next customer." McJames paced, getting an uneasy feeling. He didn't show it, but he often bluffed on how far exactly he was willing to go. Murder was beyond his morals in most situations. But the clients want brutality, and brutality they shall get. Loopholes work in more than just a court of law, however. "So, uh, if you've got nothing else, let's discuss rates. (Off-Panel, I dunno what Criminal Lawyer rates are XD and Ima make this burn mark on my desk a recurring thing, like Walt's eye. Sorry for wall of text, I can't see my post too well on mobile)

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@legion_raider: @_ulysses_@charm_caster@mcjames

Luna Hawk grinned at the command to attack and patiently waited in the path of the onrushing vehicle. She pun her rifle around by its seemingly unnecessary lever action and the assault rifle transformed in mid spin. The ammo magazine ejected and she caught it in her other hand, the parts of the gun around the barrel itself pulled away from the barrel and slid backwards until they locked together and the barrel extended another three inches, this was followed by a humming sound as the weapon came back around into firing position. "I was hoping that would work." She told herself. It was a new upgrade, the action required to do it inspired by an old TV Western. She waited a half moment longer and then fired. Rather than bullets the weapon emitted a particle beam. The blue lightning bolt arched through the space between herself and the oncoming vehicle in half a second, aimed directly for the jet thrusters that were making the vehicle fly. Even if the beam failed to destroy the thrusters, the effects of the particle impact would short circuit its electronics and force the vehicle down, or at the very least off target.

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@legion_raider: (I can't tell you how to fix your mistakes without pointing them out.)

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@legion_raider: (Luna Hawk here, can I get a clarification on your post?)

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@legion_raider: (Luna wants to know what exactly you meant. You were kinda vague.)

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@mcjames: "Hell no."

"But despite your healing factor and having your own agents not afraid to "make sure he doesn't come back here." in fact that's what I wanted. Even going as far as to lie to your government for a crackhead that might not even be able to pay you fully. As far as rates go, I'm willing to pay beyond what you've made in months, perhaps even years."

The dealer lifted himself from the chair, throwing the leather chair to the ground behind him the shift of the dealer was manifested into the original form of the Cosmic Prince with a glow crackling across his skin. The iconic blue cape draping over the chair behind him as two duffle bags manifested into his hands.

The bags were from his hands to the top of the desk in a matter of moments, the clatter of what could only either be an actual anvil thrown on his desk, or gold. With a nod of his head the bags had simply burned away from the gold leaving it exposed on the desk, despite it being an absolute cluttered mess. An open palm extended at McJames, gently yet with a demanding force pushing him into his chair.

"All of this, is yours. So long as you will do whatever I ask of you. With what's planned, I need someone to manage finances and make sure the government stays far away from me. In fact, simply make sure they don't know me. The finances I have are guaranteed to be safer than the banks, and all in untraceable funds. Gold, Jewelry, Gems, Artifacts, Marble, all of the stuff that isn't traced. You serve heroes and villains alike whether they are simply costumed humans in suits or beings of a higher purpose. The offer on the table is simply, do what I say and only ask questions about it if you're certain you want to know what a being like me would be doing in this world. The answer is a yes or no, the choice is yours."

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I walked in the busted down door in repair i walked to the elevator "i can walk" i said looking at the damaged elevator i walked up the stairs and sat down in a chair i grabbed the nearst lady scaring her half to death and said "i need to make an appointment with Mr. James please" letting the woman go

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" i need to see him"

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@_ulysses_: McJames was terrified when the man before him transformed. He stood up with a start, and pointed his finger. He opened his mouth to speak, but upon seeing the gold on the table, his jaw dropped. The 'man' in his office then forced him into his chair. "Bobby..." McJames wheezed out a barely audible plea for help to a man not even in the building. He looked at the alien. "So... What, uh, what exactly do you want? And, uh, if you don't mind me asking, sir," McJames choked a little on the word sir, and regained his breath. "Where exactly is my client?" McJames looked at the window at the flashing lights created by the soon-to-be ensuing battle. It looked like Luna's gun had hit the vehicle's engine.

(Sorry for my rushed post, but if I didn't get it in now, it probably would've been tomorrow.)

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@mcjames: I walked in the room not knowing a super was in there"Mr. James" opening the door I pulled my knife out seeing the green man "oh that guy scared me for a second there" sheathing my knife.

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@warrior-servant: "Oh Jesus! Goddamnit, who let you in!? Bobby!" McJames called for Bobby onc emore before remembering again that he was gone. "Shoo, I'm dealing with another client! If you wanna make yourself useful, there's some maniac out there blowing sh*t up. You probably stepped over the corpses of a couple of his guys on your way in."

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#118  Edited By Warrior-servant

"nobody was answering me i was asking around i would like to set up an appointment"

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@warrior-servant: "Ugh, did my secretary get killed?" McJames clicked his intercom button. "Martha? Hello? C'mon." He sat at his desk listening for a second. "What is it Mick, I was takin' a dump. Can't we hire some bimbo to take over for me?"

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@mcjames: "she was talking to someone else so i just slipped in when the door was open"

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@warrior-servant: (Yo, notifications aren't working. Check the RP board for an RP in the Unknown Desert)

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@warrior-servant: @mcjames: "Emergency room."

"His story is story is true. He was robbed and is going to die very soon without the constant medical attention. Now if you don't have anymore questions we're going to-"

He grabbed the seat of the chair in front of the desk throwing it at the wall, sending the chair barely past Micheal's head. His hand extended to the gold literally melting the gold down to a boiling liquid formation, spilling off the desk and creeping at McJames' loafers. The Molecular Michelangelo turned to Prometheus, his quad-set of arms extended out of his side, each of them reaching a hand at the futuristic character recently barging in for a meeting. His crimson eyes and grim expression clearly exposing a putrid hatred for him.

"You can sit in the waiting room like everyone else or you can end up like the gold. This is a private matter, the fact that I'm not sending you through a wall right now is the rarer of chance of you and I ending up in this lawyer's office. I say again, leave or be mutilated."

Ulysses approached McJames' desk, sliding it across the room with a single hand. With only a step closer to the chair two of his hands grabbed the lawman by his shirt collar and another by the chair itself, lifting him to the ceiling.

"Come on, James. In your expert opinion what's the best course of action right now other than me tear his skull off. I'm sure you'd rather keep your office clean rather than have blood. I mean, if the possible death of a dropout that would sooner shoot you in the chest for a clean needle..."

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@_ulysses_: McJames pushed backwards as the gold melted on his desk and carpet, scorching both. He stood up off his chair and pressed his back against the wall. He tried to wheeze out something that started with the letter 'B', but couldn't get anything out. The alien grabbed him by the shirt, and he struggled to reach his toas to the ground. "Why would you tear his skull off!? I mean, the gold is nice and everything, way more than what the tweaker could get me, but gold and tweaker money is always better!" McJames coughed and fumbled for his bluetooth. It fell off his head and into the puddle of molten metal. "I don't know what to tell you! If it's you or him, I pick you!"

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@warrior-servant: Twilight glared at the armored figure "I'm not talking about you"

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"then who were you talking about

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@charm_caster: "sorry for the misunderstanding " he reaches out his hand to shake hands" friends?"

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"he no answer" I turn to Mick James "Mr. James see you after this kind...eh green guy is finished" I walked down the hall and sat down in a chair.

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@charm_caster: @mcjames: Ulysses dropped the lawyer to the ground. His hands curled into fists with each step closer of invading McJames' personal space.

"You can accept, it's a fair deal. Do as I ask, and I pay you all you desire. Simply carry out shipments and protect me legally. Just think of me as another client, can you handle that?"

His fingers ran along the wall of the Declaration, his fisticuffs pressed into the marble plaque scratching across it's smooth surface. The entire ploy of McJames was to manipulate as usual for someone this aggressive. Organizing things and simply being human. Despite his vast knowledge the Universal Undertaker was simply blank to the simple features of Earth. Computers remained generally disturbing to a tool unwitnessed by most of the universe. Bidding on ebay seemed impossible, but something McJames could do was, teach him.

(I've been up for two days, gimmie a break)

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As McJames went to place the key int hte door to his soffice, he was surprised to see it swing open, unlocked. There were people sitting in the waiting room as usual. "What.... How did you get in here?" McJames put his face in his palm, and sighed. "Did none of you see the sign on the door? I took a business trip! Who let you in anyway?" McJames brushed off his suit jacket, and took the elevator up to his office.

"Home sweet home." McJames sighed as he slumped into his swivel chair, setting his suitcase on the desk. He spun around once, looking out the window. It was raining. Not enough to delay his flight, but enough to get him wet on the bus ride here. Now he smelled like whatever filth was on that bus, and it wasn't exactly encouraging knowing that quite few people on that bus got off with him, and were now in his waiting room.

McJames hit the intercom. "Bobby, have you been letting people in? Why?" He waited for a response. Slob was probably sleeping in his office, which in reality was jsut a chair in the boiler room. After about 10 second of wait, Bobby's walkie-talkie crackled to life. "Uh, yeah, that was me." McJames shook his head. "Yeah, but why?" No response. "Damnit." McJames released hold of the intercom button, and turned his attention to a burn mark on his desk. He licked his thumb, and attempted to rub it off, before ultimately putting a file over it. At this point, he realized he had never seen that file before. Or many of the other ones on his desk. "Looks like I've got work to do."

It's good to be back.
It's good to be back.

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@mcjames: Calvin walked into the offices of Mr. McJames and was ready to meet him. As he expected a bunch of people were waiting in the lobby so he figured he'd check in at the desk and do the same. "Hello my good sir, I have a very important meeting with Mr. McJames and I must see him promptly." Calvin said, the guy stared at him in bewilderment before telling him that Mr. McJames was very busy, but when he was available he would call him up. Picking the chair closest to the door, Calvin sat down to review the multitude of case files that he had brought to discuss, this meeting was to be very important for him, and McJames as well, but this was the next step in stamping out corruption in the legal system.

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@jkutz: "Mr. McJameson, client's waiting." McJames tapped a button on his computer to view live feed footage in the lowermost waiting room. It was Calvin Crane. "Oh, god damnit... Send him in." McJames ordered his secretary to allow his guest inside. Calvin would probably add in some extra nastiness about wait time if McJames let him. He straightened the items on his desk, his hair, and his tie, before closing all 'non-work' tabs on his computer and adjusting his chair. Appearances were everything with these people. As Calvin walked through the door, escorted by Bobby, McJames lifted his elbows from his desk, ignoring the burn mark, perfecting his posture. "Go ahead, sit." McJames said, gesturing to the chair on the opposite side of his desk. "So what is it you wanted to speak with me about, Mr. Crane?"

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@gumflabica: "I'll get right to the point, I've got a subpoena from the courts to have you tried for fabrication of evidence in multiple cases." Calvin said as professionally as he could. He laid out the five files he had been given by the DA on McJameson's desk, "As you can see here, these are the five counts of fabrication that have been brought to our attention, we would like you to look over them in time for next week's trial, which you can either represent yourself or have someone else do it. Now these are pretty serious accusations so I would like to hear what you have to say about them." Calvin inquired, however there wasn't any doubt that McJameson was a shady lawyer, one look into his mind told him that he had done some unlawful things, but he wanted to hear his side before he began prodding him.

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@jkutz: "What evidence do you have that these files are legitimate? Where did you receive them and what exactly have these claims been based on?" McJames tapped a button on his intercom. "Bobby, could you step inside?" McJames looked away for a moment, and rubbed the stain on his desk. Without making eye contact, he once more spoke. "Calvin," McJames stopped, and looked up to Mr. Crane. "I can call you Calvin, right?" Without waiting for a response, he continued. "We are men of business, you and I. Men of the law. Protecting the innocent, bringing justice to wrongdoers, and all that jazz. These claims that I'm a corrupt lawyer? They've been circulating since I entered the business. What you're telling me is nothing I haven't heard before. I see it as a combination of hate towards my heritage and poorly fabricated sabotage from competitors and bad people who I've had the pleasure to skrew over in court. None of these accusations have ever, or will ever be proven true, because they simply are not." McJames silently gestured to Bobby, who approached closer. He pointed to one of the breasts of Calvin's suit, indicating that he should remove any recording device from Calvin's person.

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@gumflabica: Calvin knew what Bobby was up to, "Go ahead, look for one all you want, I have no need of one." he stated, knowing the sow of distrust that this had caused but it was a necessity. "You can say what you want, but these are legitimate claims...Now these may not pertain to you per say but they may hold water against the 'other you's'" Calvin said, much more serious now, he just revealed his hand, telling McJames that he couldn't hide anything from him, and telling him that Calvin was a big threat. He also knew that this claim was ludicrous because of how McJames' cloning process worked, he just wanted to rattle his cage, and hoped that he succeeded. Standing firm, he awaited McJames' response.

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@jkutz: (Will post soon, gotta go afk for a bit)