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The past lives on in your front room

Dec 19, 2011 18:55

WHO: osreborn and homomachinis
WHERE: City Hall
WHEN: Monday Afternoon
WARNINGS: that hundred boy sure has a mouth on him
SUMMARY: Like the Mayor can resist a meeting with one of the rich and powerful in the city
FORMAT: para to start, whatevs after that

( The poor still week, the rich still rule )

mitchell hundred | the great machine, norman osborn | the green goblin

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osreborn December 20 2011, 05:04:25 UTC

Norman swept into City Hall with his typical air of self-importance, although with more of one today. There was a sick sort of pleasure he took in walking the steps, roughly a year after the successful assassination of several prestigious City officials. Never mind that it had gotten him arrested, or that he was reformed. It was a nice thing to remember.

"Mayor Hundred," he greeted. "So nice of you to see me."

homomachinis December 20 2011, 12:08:27 UTC

"Mr. Osborn," he stood, but he didn't move from behind the desk. His mind kept doing that thing where he tried to correlate what was really in front of him with what he'd spent forty years knowing. It always got easier, after he had something akin to work to think about. "It's really a pleasure. It's nice to have some of the City's more prominent imports taking an interest in the much more boring civic matters," rueful laugh, and an outstretched hand. Practiced.

"Please, feel free to sit down."

osreborn December 21 2011, 01:02:03 UTC

Smiling, Norman sat, folding his hands in his lap gracefully.

"Of course. There's nothing boring about civic matters, Mr. Hundred. As I don't need to tell you." He smirked, folding one leg over the other. "Quite the opposite, really. I'm incredibly curious about what you've been busy with."

homomachinis December 21 2011, 01:11:01 UTC

"One of the rare few," he said as he sat back down, hand coming up to keep his tie pressed to his stomach. He didn't relax, but leaned forward instead, hands clasping neatly over the assorted papers across his desk. Mostly dotted with notes, or something he hadn't quite signed yet.

"Other than the impressive stack of civic duties for the dreaded holiday season, there've been a few things in the works. Anything you're particularly interested in?"

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