THE PRESS REPORTS: JUSTICE ARRESTED (o2 Reactions)

[Daniel Justice]

[Joe Bruiser]

Joe is seen walking down the street towords a few restaurants. He then See's something that catches his attention. He walks over to a wall that has the Daniel Justice Poster on it. Joe grabs it and takes a good look at it. He doesn't remember Justice looking like that the last time he saw him. But then again, it has been a few months since he last saw him. Joe says to himself.

[glow=blue,2,300]Daniel Justice a Killer? I...I just...don't believe this. This is not the same Justice that I remember.[/glow]

Joe then folds up the poster and puts it in his pocket as he then walks away.

[Alice]

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Local Chicago Hotel; Suite #109
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A soft bite caresses her chin, tapered-like kisses crawl up her neck. Her bottom lip is pulled ever so slightly by the feel of teeth... unfortunately they are familiar feelings, all too familiar. Alice opens her eyes slowly, still half glued shut. She stares up at the person toying with her facial features.

... Whoa.

"....!"

Alice glares her ELDER SISTER Ana in the eyes as the morning ritual of -alarm clock- happenings continues. She opens her eyes fully before shoving Ana off of her with both hands. The sound of giggling laughter ensues as her older sister falls off of the bed.

"I told you to STOP DOING THAT! Geez..."

"Yeah I know but I couldn't resist, besides there's a really good reason I woke you up this time."

"Uh huh... speaking of time, what time is it?"

"It's about 7: 32 am, but seriously you need to see this."

"It's not even eight? God damn it Ana I'm going back to sleep."

Before Alice can cover herself back up in the cocoon like fortress of her covers, her sister clears her throat loudly, and begins to read a headline from the local newspapers.

"Breaking News, GCW Superstar arrested for attempted murder-"

Alice's body springs upright in bed, her hair still frizzled and frayed like you pan-fried it in oil. She blinks repeatedly in confusion before managing to tumble out of bed, still wrapped in her blankets. Ana smirks and hands her the newspaper to look at.

".... You have to be kidding me.."

"I don't know who this Justice guy is sis, but it seems his name isn't well fitting. You sure you want to work for a company that has murderers on the roster?"

"... It says attempted, and that... we don't know all the facts you know, the media does a lot of manipulation and-"

"Oh come on! He was found holding a freaking gun in an alleyway with a DEAD person who died from a GUNSHOT. What more do you need?"

"......."

You know when she puts it THAT way...

Alice folds the newspaper over and tosses it aside, Ana did have a point. Alice knew that assuming things, reading everything you see, listening to everything you hear; was not always the best thing. She slowly pushes off of the bed to help herself up, tossing the blankets back onto it. A long stretch and sigh as she tries to infra her golden hair strand by strand. Believing everything you read is a bad thing... but sometimes..

^ Paranoia is a virus, don't let it infect you. Make informed decisions based off of facts, not here-say ^ <~~ My own personal memo ;D

Alice stares at her older sister, with her deep blue eyes. She sighs and shakes her head before heading into the bathroom to fix her hair and the morning ritual of taking half an hour to do her teeth and face up.

"Come on sis! I don't want you working at a dangerous place you know?"

"Wrestling is dangerous period Ana."

"Yeah but they don't shoot people in the middle of the ring!"

"I understand your concern... thank you for showing me the paper. I'm still heading out today, I'm going to GCW's main HQ. I want to see things for myself."

The sounds of Ana screaming into the closed bathroom door are drowned out by Alice turning on the shower. She had to admit, it didn't look good. Things were different here than back home, she wasn't protected by Anthony and his family over here. She'd have to make due with common sense... Alice strips off her lingerie before stepping into the hot shower. A sigh comes over her quickly...

"... GCW huh....."

[haha]

Cal looks at the paper with his morning coffee, and barely reacting to the news of Daniel Justice being arrested for murder. Taking another sip of his coffee he then says aloud.

"I wonder if he actually has an alibi for 187's death? He disappeared around that time last year, that looks rather suspicious if you ask me."

Cal then folds up the paper and goes back to his breakfast.

[Amanda Wallace]

Of course, front and center, it was brought to Amanda Wallace's attention. She'd been the one who was going to pay special attention to the Titan division this year, and well, this...

"What the fuck..."

Kind of really pissed her off. She sighed, buzzing her assistant. "I need you to call my attorney, and have him follow up this Justice case. As soon as we're able to, we're going down there."

This was already shaping up to be rough. Crymson, hospitalized in a car crashed, apparently after being assaulted. Somehow she'll be medically cleared, it looks like. Jack MacArther, the same. She didn't know what his status was. Lauren Kennedy, surgery. Now Justice, in jail. For god knows how long. This was starting to become a frustrating start here...

[turbo]

"Well, well, well..." He muttered, having returned from his bar visit with Christian Pryce. He rubs his chin, hearing the hairs of his beard scratch as skin rubs against them. Brushing his bangs out of the way, he uses his thumb to smudge away a snowflake that had flung from his hair onto the face of the computer monitor. "An old colleague, imagine that. Hell, I remember giving that kid his first big break when I picked him to team up with me back in Detroit... and now, fuck. From what I've seen, he's been jobless by will for months, about to come back, and bam. Gets caught with the literal smoking gun..."

"Some crazy shit, ain't it, Kid? Listen, I have you set up to move into your suite the night before the first show. Keep you secret just a little bit longer. You only have like a month anyways. And, when we get everything all unveiled? Instant payday, and exponential surprise. I'll be sure to meet with your little running buddy too, see what he's on board for doing."

"Thank you. In the meantime? Send my condolensces to Amanda for losing another member of her roster, since you'll be in the tower. And, while you're at it... tell her I want to see her. Face to face, as soon as I walk back through that curtain, alright?"

"If I wasn't in on it, I'd think your enthusiasm is sick, kid. Yeah, yeah... I'll make sure I swing by and check on your old sweety."

*Click*

The phone goes dead, as he closes the top of his laptop, this news being the last he'd look up through the night.

[Lessien Melwasul]

~Alice's nimble fingers worked the Austrian crafted pieces apart with almost no noise at all from the process of

stripping

it all

down to its simple and deadly essence.~

"Potential."

~A gun's potential was simply defined, and if met?~

"Bang bang, Lover."

"Crimes of passion."

"Crimes of a fucking fool."

~Betty smirked at the obscured face on the front page's amateur hour review, hidden beneath the pieces of her Glock model 30 as Alice's fingers released the final piece of the puzzle.~

"Superstar."

~The newspaper said several times, adding to her general disgust. Betty took a long, fresh drag of toasted tobacco.~

"Superstars don't get caught, Alice."

~A long exhale from knowing lips.~

"Ever."

~She added with finality.~

"Red hands."

~Alice agreed.~