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Fluff Updates 3: Some characters

And finally for today, a few default setting NPCs for use by bored GMs.

High Noon

Accent: Hardened cowboy

Likes: Poems, ballads, whiskey, big hats

Prop: Cigar, revolver, journal/sketchbook

Dislikes: Society, civility, cities, government

Demeanor: Sullen, bitter, fits of manic energy

Hobby: Whittling, Guitar, Card games

Vocabulary: Folksy anarchist revolutionary

During the late 30s to mid 50s, one of the most popular adventure magazines in the comics industry was Wild West Adventures—a bi-weekly anthology devoted to Westerns of all varieties. The series featured several recurring characters based on existing folk tales, such as Daniel Boone or Paul Bunion; as well as new characters like Running Bull the Indian Brave, “Black” Jack Jackson the abolitionist, the enigmatic sorceress Billie Fish, and the mystical gunfighter, High Noon. Originally conceived as “the spirit of the wild west”, High Noon appeared in supernatural stories, frequently opposing notorious outlaws such as Black Bart, Jesse James, or John Wesley Hardin. While WWA was originally published by American Comics Co., the company’s bankruptcy in 1938 lead to their acquisition by the New England Press, which would become AC Comics just one year later. After this, WWA was re-launched as a monthly series.

In the 1940s, High Noon’s popularity with the GIs fighting in Europe lead to the book abandoning its anthology roots, and instead began focusing entirely on the serial adventures of High Noon and “the Longcoats”, a vigilante gang consisting of Running bull, Billie Fish, and several other characters. During this period, he often faced horror characters like vampires, werewolves, or Satanists; and simultaneously, his own supernatural abilities were downplayed in favor of more traditional gunfighting adventure material. By the time the war ended, though, superhero comics had begun to come into their own; and the introduction of the Comics Code Authority in 1954 made High Noon’s adventures entirely unsuitable for publication. WWA was unceremoniously cancelled 2 months after the CCA was installed; and High Noon would remain out of print for 30 years.

In 1987, fledgling writer Morris Allen produced The Dreamers, the legendary Eisner-winning graphic novel. In The Dreamers, High Noon received his first print appearance since the CCA’s founding, this time as an antagonistic figure. During the events of the comic, High Noon is shown to be immortal due to his status as a “spirit of the West”; however, he has grown disillusioned with America after serving in the Vietnam War, and carries out a string of elaborate bank robberies and assassinations to further a radical anarchist agenda. Ultimately, he is shot to death by his former companion—the superhero Captain Hope—following the assassination of Richard Nixon. His homepage comes from here, a scant few panels before his death.

High Noon was one of the first people to contextualize The Rabbit’s crime spree as a philosophical statement. He was also the first person to emulate it successfully, to the point that historians often remark him as the first “proper” toonpunk; even though he has never identified as such, and has actually expressed his distaste for the term at least once. Since I-day, High Noon has been more or less constantly active as a criminal element, with the average rest period between crimes being between three and nine months. The sole exception to this was a 20-year period during which he vanished entirely from the public eye; to date, he has never commented on this.

Usually, High Noon works with The New Longcoats: a group of similarly-motivated and similarly-skilled meat and inkmen, several of whom were originally parodies of or homages to him. These include High Moon the talking cow; Witching Hour, a horror-themed tongue-in-cheek send-up from Visage Comics’ Old Souls series; Chester Lillibridge, the psychotic antagonist from Darkness Over Deadwood; and the Illegitimate Lovechild of Calamity Jane and A Bear, who is usually just called “Lovely Jane”. The group is notorious for their politically-motivated crimes; rather than simply smash and grab, their crimes are often flashy and showboaty affairs, punctuated with the inclusion of pre-recorded messages or the on-site production of particularly outlandish graffiti. Most of these are meant to bring across a message—examples so far include “the fundamental immorality of late-stage capitalism”, “the self-defeating nature of society and law”, and “rock’s not dead”. Because of their ideological slant, they are often considered terrorists more than mere criminals.

Noon is an active fixer, planner, and perpetrator who works all around the world. In addition to the Longcoat gang, he frequently works with other gangs on a case-by-case basis—most commonly, he makes his services available to people with whom he shares ideological ground; and has been known to support or arrange multiple operations in a month, with several gangs at a time. Most commonly, he gravitates towards people who target governmental or megacorporate interests—which means that all you anarchists out there might just find a friend in him.

Alexxi ‘The Abattoir’ Penderghast

Alexxi is the most annoying kind of cop: a crazy one. The saying goes that Iron Man is the one you don’t want working your case, but Abattoir is the one you don’t even wanna meet. It is, to put it simply, a miracle that she is still employed: during her 220-year long career she has bounced around like a ping-pong ball between different cities, organizations, and planets: she’s worked on Earth, second Earth, Mars, Iarn, and the Chinese Ring—and she’s always left a long trail of bodies. With over 340 justified killings in the line of duty, 147 brutality complaints, and 134 miscellaneous internal affairs investigations, she has an underworld-spanning reputation as the dirtiest cop to never get caught…and worst of all, she does it just because she likes the work.

Penderghast began her life as the lead character in Delta Borealis, a promotional tie-in comic for an obscure line of novelty miniatures. As a “wyrd hunter”, she was responsible for hunting the distant corners of space for the servants of the Outer Gods—but in true antihero fashion, had forged a pact with each of those outer gods in order to use their own power against them. More shockingly still, despite affecting the air of a femme fatale, she was actually biologically male. In 1991, when DB was published, such a thing was more or less unheard of in the comics industry—and this move was daring enough to earn DB a small but devoted following. Either way, Alexxi’s characterization was simple enough to fit on a postcard: she does not like bad guys, but she does like performing gut-wrenching acts of violence upon them.

The comic also incorporated the excessive sex and gore which would come to be characteristic of poorly-made 90s comic books—but it so often appeared to be self-aware that contemporary critics were undecided on whether the comic was a work of clever parody or a truly brain-dead show of excess. Famously, Alexxi had highlight quotes from two different reviews of DB#3 tattooed on her shoulder blades: on her left, “a truly genius work of deconstruction, highlighting the absurdities and inherent folly of its source material” (att. Harold Green); and on her right, “a frankly appalling celebration of adolescent sexual repression, implying grotesquely stunted growth in both reader and writer” (att. Andrew Black).

Alexxi first incarnated in the Cork Inkish Incident, where she rapidly earned the gratitude of the Irish government by serving with the Thunderers. In the days after Bloody March, she continued to serve alongside the Irish Army—only leaving the country in 2048, after lasting peace was declared. As a courtesy, she—along with the other Thunderers—received an Irish/EU citizenship and an honorary BA in criminal justice from the UCC. Thus armed, she embarked upon a globetrotting tour of duty across Europe, Asia, and Africa…and a pattern soon emerged. When picking a new job, Penderghast didn’t seek out higher pay or greater prestige…she went specifically for high-crime low-income areas with underdeveloped government infrastructure. To put it simply, she went wherever she was going to be able to beat up a lot of people; and her track record meant she was more or less a shoo-in for any posting she wanted.

In 2298 she found her way to Saskatoon, on the tail end of two decades’ tour in Cob Country. She introduced herself in a suitably graphic way: her first ever beat walk ended with an octuple-arrest over a brawl in Lilliput, during which she reportedly “descended on the crowd like a bat out of hell”—breaking 2 peoples’ arms and concussing 4 others. She became a talking point among the locals after an incident in which she interrupted a rape in progress: the Saskatoon Tribune reported that she “disemboweled the perpetrator with her bare hands”; but an internal affairs investigation ultimately revealed that this was highly sensationalized: all of the perpetrator’s organs were still technically inside his body.

Outside of the field, Alexxi is known to be personable, polite, high-spirited, and ultimately a rather pleasant person. She is, however, distinctly unwilling to talk about her personal life before or after her homepage. Fate has afforded her a fair deal of privacy: due to a copyright dispute over the text of DB, it was cancelled after issue 3. The inventory of the last 2 issues was largely destroyed before publication, and only survived in extremely limited quantities. For now, only she knows what motivates her bloodlust…and you ought to be more concerned with avoiding her than with finding out what drives her.

Accent: Boarding School Received Pronunciation

Likes: Tea, stage magic, her 3rd ex, fashion

Prop: Various icons of nondenominational faith

Dislikes: Her first 2 exes, Welshmen, criminals

Demeanor: Posh, bubbly, outgoing

Hobby: Miniature soldier collecting/painting

Vocabulary: floral and colorful, many idioms

Criminal Record: Numerous IA investigations

Commissioner Walker Stone

Accent: Deep Southern Gentry

Likes: 1980s Arena Rock, his dog Skipper

Prop: Comically outdated service revolver

Dislikes: High society, weak-willed persons

Demeanor: Suspicious, intimidating, intense

Hobby: amateur war historian

Vocabulary: Folksy, modestly well-educated

Favorite TV Detective: Joe Friday

If Mayor Levitt is a hand stabbing at the throat of our industry, Walker Stone is the knife he’s using to do it. He is a driven, charismatic, and capable man: under his leadership, the SPD has reached record-high recruitment and conviction rates, with record low civilian casualties. His crowning achievement is undoubtedly the wholesale disassembly of the Gambino crime empire; though his ongoing prosecution of the Rasputins may one day supplant it. Perhaps most important of all is his incredible devotion to duty: despite being successfully assassinated 3 separate times, Stone has served an unbroken tenure as commissioner for the last 36 years. In fact, he aced the Bendis-Bagley Continuity Test all 3 times—making him the only certified static personality to hold public office in the city of Saskatoon.

Not everything about him is smiles and sunshine, however. Stone rose to office amidst controversy about his origins and character—controversy which persists to this day, and puts him under near-constant scrutiny: on his homepage Stone was a villain, and a particular nasty one at that. In Kings of America, Walker Stone was a corrupt county sheriff whose actions were often amoral or even cruel. In the series, the county police force is overstretched and underfunded, with violent crime spiraling out of control. Over time, Walker comes to believe that the limited order imposed by the area’s crime cartels was better than the lack of order presented by the civil government; and so allows several organized crime groups to reach prominence.

In the climactic act of the story, Ariel Levitt—the main character—discovers that Walker is secretly the King of Land, and has the power to telekinetically manipulate stone and rock. The two briefly engage in a super-powered duel, before the more experienced Stone overpowers and kills Levitt by impaling him through the heart with a spear of solid rock. In the series finale, Stone falsely eulogizes Levitt as a victim of gang violence, and uses his death to rally the people of Levitt’s hometown in support of increased police funding. In the closing monologue of issue #6, Stone remarks that “the real tragedy is that the world will always need more dead dreamers.”

Many people were understandably nervous at the prospect of this man being put in charge of the police force. However, despite being the antagonist of the picture, Walker Stone was never portrayed as villainous—only as pragmatic and impersonal, almost to the point of inhumanity. Prior to I-day, the efficacy of his system raised frequent debate among fans of the series about whether he was truly a villain or merely an anti-hero.

After I-day, he leveraged his reputation to his advantage during several civilian careers as a lecturer, security consultant, and talk show panelist—all of which were cut short by his deaths. His fourth incarnation briefly entertained returning to the talk show circuit, before ultimately partnering with Ariel Levitt during Levitt’s mayoral bid. During the campaign, he repeatedly stressed that his actions in Kings of America were the result of extreme duress; and the size of the Saskatoon PD would allow him to work fully within the confines of the law. As a show of good faith, he regularly submits to and cooperates with the RMBI; and his approach to internal misconduct is notoriously strict—often relying on punitive measures that far exceed other cities’.

As a person, Stone is known to be stern and pensive. He prefers to listen rather than speak, and he does not like to waste words. Despite being known as a pragmatist and a tight ship-runner, those subordinates of his who remain faithful to the law say that he is understanding and reasonable, if not necessarily kind. The phrase “firm but fair” is often applied to him—though a number of less charitable things are said by those who find his single-minded devotion to the law tiresome or inconvenient. Either way, he has done a fine job of getting results—he did more than his fair share to bring Saskatoon’s Onyx age to a screeching halt, and shows no sign of stopping.

Papa Malorn

Accent: Big-city Midwest Canadian

Likes: Whiskey, darts, decent people

Prop: Cigar, his robot hand

Dislikes: Wealthy people, cowards, Germans

Demeanor: Street tough, occasional kindness

Hobby: Antique film buff

Vocabulary: Meticulously articulate

Thomas Malorn, heir to the Malorn Shipping company, was born to respectable means. Beatrice and Thomas Sr. were, respectively, the majority shareholder and CEO; and under their leadership it had grown to be a major name in rail and air freight across North America. Thomas enjoyed a privileged childhood, wanting for nothing; but this abruptly ended on his fifteenth birthday, when the three of them were caught in a car bombing (which is now widely believed to have been an assassination attempt by Hackerschmidt Shipping). Thomas’s parents were killed in the blast, while he himself was badly burnt and paralyzed from the waist down.

As the son of a wealthy couple, Thomas was admitted to high-grade urgent care at Saint Josephine’s of Saskatoon, where he was outfitted with a set of quality-of-life augmentations which restored his ambulatory function and much of his appearance. He soon learned, however, that his parents had willed their entire fortune to rival shipping magnate William Hackerschmidt, which left Thomas penniless. Hackerschmidt confessed to the murders some 20 years later, but died in prison while awaiting trial.

Thomas spent the next few years moving through a series of temporary labor jobs, where he often put his augments to good use. When he was 19, he was sentenced to 10 years in prison for home invasion, though he was released after only 5. From then up to his 30s, he was arrested and fined over a dozen more times on charges of public brawling. During this time he began associating with Francis Flanagan, Alex Grimaldi, and Jimmy the Corpse. The four of them would come to be known as the Malorn gang, and soon came under suspicion for all manner of crimes.

Fast forward 20 years. Thomas “Papa” Malorn is known around town for many things: his generous donations to the churches and universities of Saskatoon; his work with the city ink asylum and poorhouses; and for being the leader of a wickedly successful crime family. Like any good mobster, the accusations against him are so far insufficient for conviction; but he has been questioned in connection with over 200 counts of racketeering, arson, battery, and murder. Among the night life of Saskatoon he is known for being kind to his allies and merciless to his enemies; and many crime analysts have named him the heir apparent to organized crime in Saskatoon after the dissolution of the Gambino crime family in 2303.

So far, he has been content to keep his business to the waterfront districts. He is even known to tolerate the presence of Toonpunks in his territory, so long as they respect his properties and protectorates. He has survived thus far by keeping his head low, and cooperating with the police to a point…but there are rumors in the shadows of a full-fledged gang war on the horizon; and those who know Malorn expect him to be prepared, and ready to bring his rivals down in flames…

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Oct. 30, 2019: Obituaries

Vonley Kilby, 89

The man, the myth, the legend, Vonley Lee Kilby passed away Sunday, October 27, 201 at his home at the age of 89.

Vonley is preceded in death by his parents; Ernest Kilby and Edna Miller Kilby, his wife of 51 years; Rosie Lee Kilby, a son; Roger Lee Kilby, a daughter; Patricia Ann Mash and a granddaughter; Lisa Marie Lindsey, two sisters; Raydell Wyatt and Jean McAllister and three brothers; Odell Kilby, Ottis Kilby and J.D. Kilby.

He is survived by two sons; Bobby Kilby and wife Sharon of China Grove and Vonley Ray Kilby of Millers Creek, a daughter; Lori Kilby of Wilkesboro, five grandchildren; Bryson Lindsey, Chris Kilby and wife Tammy, Nathan White and wife April, Kayla White and Samuel Kilby and wife Kaylin, six great grandchildren; Drake, Zoe, Courtney, Julian, Katie and Allie and one great great grandson; Corbin, three sisters; Marie Pressley, Karen Huffman and husband Bill, Rachel Huffman and one brother; Glen Kilby.

Mr. Kilby leaves behind a legacy of love and laughter. He was adored and respected by all who knew him. Vonley was always willing to lend a hand whenever he could. He was a hero to many. His family never doubted the love he had for them.

He was a faithful member of Union Baptist Church. Vonley loved his community and was often thought of as "the mayor of Sheets Gap". He enjoyed visiting with his friends and neighbors and loved making his rounds. He was an Army Veteran in the Korean War and served in the reserves for several years after.

A celebration of his life was held at Union Baptist Church, October 29, with Pastor Steve Faw and Kayla White officiating. He was laid to rest beside his wife at Ole Garden Cemetery with Military Honors by Veterans War Post 1142.

Flowers will be accepted.

Master Khylin Lewis

Master Khylin Gray Lewis infant son of Breanna Lewis passed away Sunday, October 27, 2019 at Brenner's Children Hospital.

Funeral services will be held 2:00 PM Friday, November 1, 2019 at Bible Way Baptist Church with Pastor Paul Siceloft officiating. Burial will be in the church cemetery. The family will receive friends from 6:00 until 8:00 PM Wednesday evening at Reins-Sturdivant Funeral Home.

Rhylin was born October 18, 2019 at Wake Forest Baptist Wilkes Medical Center.

He was preceded in death by his twin brother; Rhylin Nate Lewis, great-great grandfather and great-great grandmother: Forest and Hilda Frazier, great-great grandfathers; Garlie Lovette and David Hollar.

He is survived by his mother; Breanna Lee Lewis of the home, a brother; Korbin David Mick of the home, grandmother; Gina Lovette, great grandfather and great grandmother; Larry and Debbie Lovette, grandfather; Steve Wingler, great-great grandmother; Mildred Lovette, great grandfather and great grandmother; Stanley and Darlene Lewis, Uncle; Nathan Lewis, Aunts and Uncles; Cody and Danielle Wingler and Stevie and Kenny Medley, Aunts; Chasity Lovette and Melissa Miller and cousin; Allison Lewis.

Flowers will be accepted or memorials may be made to March of Dimes Donation Processing Center PO Box 18819 Atlanta, GA 31126.

Billy Harrold, 81

Mr. Billy Ray Harrold, age 81 of Hays, passed away Friday, October 25, 2019 at Woltz Hospice Home in Dobson.

Graveside services were October 28, at Mountlawn Memorial Park with Rev. Richard Caudill officiating.

Mr. Harrold was born August 27, 1938 in Wilkes County to Leonard and Ora Huie Harrold. He retired as a Store Manager for Lowes Foods and was a member of Maple Grove Baptist Church.

In addition to his parents, he was preceded in death by a sister; Clemmie Harrold Williams.

He is survived by his wife; Barbara Jean Brown Harrold of the home, a daughter; Theresa Harrold Thomas and husband Bill of Huntersville, a son; Tommy Harrold of Mt. Airy, four grandchildren; Joseph Ray Harrold, Nikki Ray Crislip, Casey Rae Williamson and Cameron Rae Williamson, two great grandchildren; London Kay Harrold and Elliott Rae Williamson and a brother; James Harrold and wife Sue of Hays.

In lieu of flowers, memorials may be made to Woltz Hospice Home 945 Zephyr Road Dobson, NC 27017.

Stacy Coffey, 85

Our loving "Aunt" Stacy Coffey, age 85 of Hays went home to be with her Lord on Friday, October 25, 2019 at Wake Forest Baptist-Wilkes Medical Center surrounded by her loving family.

Funeral services were October 27, at Little Mountain Baptist Church with Rev. Brian Mathis and Rev. Steve Shumate officiating. Burial was in Round Mountain Baptist Church Cemetery.

Stacy was born March 11, 1934 in Wilkes County to Treely and Minnie Billings Coffey. She retired from Bassett Walker and was a member of Little Mountain Baptist Church.

In addition to her parents she was preceded in death by three brothers; Stanley, Marvin and Vance Coffey and one sister-in-law; Clella Coffey and one brother-in-law; Melvin Hutchinson.

She is survived by one sister; Wanda Hutchinson of North Wilkesboro, four nieces; Deborah Brown and husband Kenneth of Hays, Sharon Kralick and husband Charles of Rocky Mount, Lucille Kelly and husband Ronnie of Hays and Diane Farrington and husband Mike of North Wilkesboro two nephews; Tony Coffey and wife Vicky of Ohio and Keith Hutchinson and wife Karen of North Wilkesboro, a sister in law; Dorothy Coffey and several great nieces and nephews and great great nieces and nephews.

Flowers will be accepted or memorials may be made to Round Mountain Baptist Church Cemetery Fund, 3228 Airport Road, Hays, NC 28635.

John Walker, Jr., 55

John Wesley Walker, Jr., age 55, of Wilkesboro, passed away Thursday, October 24, 2019 at his home. He was born April 18, 1964 in Wilkes County to John Wesley Walker, Sr. and Mattie Kathleen Church Walker. Mr. Walker was preceded in death by his parents; and a sister, Debbie Walker.

Surviving are his sons, Brandon Walker and spouse Justine of Charlotte, Justin Walker of Wilkesboro; siblings, Joy Eller of Wilkesboro, Zora Lee Stevens and spouse Ray, Ricky Eller and spouse Glenda all of North Wilkesboro, Diane Smithey and spouse James of Wilkesboro, Cindy Brooks and spouse Jamie of Millers Creek, Denise Dancy and spouse Gary, Tammy LaPrad, Vanessa Smith and spouse Mark all of North Wilkesboro; granddaughter, Adalyn Walker.

Funeral service was October 28, at Mountlawn Memorial Park Mausoleum Chapel with Rev. Tim McCann officiating. Burial followed in Mountlawn Memorial Park. Flowers will be accepted.

Miller Funeral Service is in charge of the arrangements.

Willie Perry, 79

Willie "Willard" Perry, age 79, of Jonesville, passed away Wednesday, October 23, 2019 at Forsyth Medical Center. Mr. Perry was born June 9, 1940 in Wilkes County to Lonnie Roosevelt and Mollie Royal Perry. Willie was a member of Harvest Time Ministries. He was preceded in death by his parents; brother, Roger Perry; and sisters, Lois Johnson and Victoria Clonch.

Surviving are his wife, Carrie Brown Perry; son, Willie Dean Perry and spouse Debra of North Wilkesboro; daughters, Kathy Kidd and spouse Victor of Hudson, Linda Santiago of Jonesville, Betty Savage and spouse Ed of Tarboro, brother, J.C. Perry and spouse Dorothy of Wilkesboro; sister, Haley Royal and spouse Edward of Wilkesboro; grandchildren, Christopher Kidd, Anthony Cleary, Jessica Hodges, Amanda Brooks, Shannon Perry, Michael Perry, Brandon Savage and Christopher Savage; great grandchildren, Matthew Bell, Ginger Cleary, Andrew Barger, Bradley Barger, Isabella Byrd, Levi Perry, Desire Savage, Olivia Perry, Mason Kidd, Chloe Kidd and Rylee Perry.

Funeral service was October 27, at Harvest Time Ministries with Rev. Gene Shepherd and Rev. Ronnie Helton officiating. Burial l followed in Mountlawn Memorial Park. Flowers will be accepted.

Miller Funeral Service is in charge of the arrangements.

Linda Dutton, 84

Linda Blevins Dutton 84 of Davidson NC, a loving mother, grandmother, and great grandmother, passed away peacefully at Olde Knox Commons Nursing Facility in Huntersville, NC on 23 October 2019 surrounded by her family.

Graveside services were held October 28, 2019 at Laurel Valley Cemetery in Konnarock, Va.

Mrs. Dutton was born on May 15, 1935 in Konnarock, Va to Jayhue and Margaret Blevins the youngest of eleven children. She retired from Walmart after 25 years and traveled the USA setting up new stores where she specialized in the jewelry department. She was known by the founder of Walmart Sam Walton personally.

In addition to her parents and all her siblings, she was preceded in death by her husband, Ralph R. Dutton of Chilhowie, Va.

She is survived by her only son, Dennis R. Dutton and wife Stephanie of Davidson, NC and four grandchildren Desiree D. Wilson and husband Jared Wilson of Charlotte, NC , Derek R. Dutton of Waialua, Hawaii, Grace M. Dutton of Davidson NC and Jack D. Dutton of Davidson, NC. Also, three great-grandchildren of Charlotte, NC Benjamin, Alex, and Cooper Wilson. There are also many cousins, extended family, and friends living in Wilkes and surrounding area.

Mrs. Dutton will be remembered for her loving spirit and her devotion to her family in every way possible. She always made everyone feel special and included and was an example of how to treat all of our fellow human beings. Her sacrifices will never be forgotten.

A special thank you goes out to the staff at Olde Knox Commons and Hospice of Lake Norman for their support. In lieu of flowers the family asks that donations be made to The Parkinson's Foundation @ Parkinson.org.

Larry Stromer, 76

Mr. Larry Chester Stromer, age 76 of Boomer, passed away Wednesday, October 23, 2019 at his home.

Funeral services were, October 26, at Goshen Baptist Church with Rev. Brian Miller officiating. Burial with Military Honors by the United States Air force was in the church cemetery. Mr. Stromer was born October 15, 1943 in Moline, ILL to Lawrence and Eiline Stromer. He retired as Manager of Catherine Barber Homeless Shelter and a member of Goshen Baptist Church. Mr. Stromer served in the United States Air force during the Vietnam War. He was an avid volunteer with BROC for many years.

In addition to his parents, he was preceded in death by a brother; Ronnie Stromer.

He is survived by his wife Dare Wells Stromer of the home, a son; Ronnie Crisp and wife, Ann of Boomer and a special granddaughter; Alison Brianna Crisp of Boomer.

In lieu of flowers, memorials may be made to Wake Forest Care at Home Hospice 126 Executive Drive Suite 110 Wilkesboro, NC 28697 and Goshen Baptist Church 6524 West NC Hwy 268 Wilkesboro, NC 28697.

Margaret Blevins, 88

Margaret Louise Blevins, age 88, of North Wilkesboro, passed away Wednesday, October 23, 2019 at her home. Margaret was born April 2, 1931 in Wilkes County to George Roy and Beulah Jane Johnson Alexander. She was a member of Springfield Baptist Church. Mrs. Blevins was preceded in death by her parents; and her husband, Van Herbert Blevins.

Surviving are her children, Dale Blevins and spouse Debbie of Taylorsville, Sheila Miller of North Wilkesboro, Mary Church of Wilkesboro, Brian Blevins and spouse Dee of North Wilkesboro; sisters, Nell Hanks and spouse Oliver, Jessie Smith and spouse C.L. both of Hays; grandchildren, Chris Blevins and spouse April, Justin Church and spouse Jessica, Jennifer Sheets and spouse Kenneth; and six great grandchildren.

Funeral service was October 26, at Miller Funeral Service with Rev. Gary Stanley officiating. Burial followed in Mountlawn Memorial Park. Flowers will be accepted or memorials may be made to Wake Forest Baptist Hospice, 126 Executive Drive, Suite 110, Wilkesboro, NC 28697.

Miller Funeral Service is in charge of the arrangements.

Gene Church, 76

Rev. Gene Church, age 76, of Wilkesboro, passed away Tuesday, October 22, 2019 at his home. Gene was born May 3, 1943 in Mercer County, West Virginia to Walton Newton and Lily Ruth Danner Church. He was a US Army Veteran and a member of Mt. Carmel Baptist Church. He enjoyed racing, playing golf and hunting. Mr. Church was preceded in death by his parents.

Surviving are his wife, Cheryll Church; eleven children; three grandchildren; and three great grandchildren.

Funeral service was October 26, at Mt. Carmel Baptist Church with Rev. Dean Adams officiating. Burial with military honors by Veterans of Foreign Wars Honor Guard Post 1142 followed in the church cemetery. Flowers will be accepted.

Miller Funeral Service is in charge of the arrangements.

Marcell Cress, 82

Mrs. Marcell Nichols Cress, age 82 of Wilkesboro, passed away Monday, October 21, 2019 at Wilkes Sr. Village.

Funeral services were October 28, at Wilkesboro Baptist Church with Dr. Chris Hefner officiating. Burial was in Pilgrim Baptist Church Cemetery.

Mrs. Cress was born October 13, 1937 in West Virginia to Millard F. and Lelia Bishop Nichols. She worked at Southern Bell for many years prior to working as a Benefits Counselor at and retiring from Tyson Foods. She was a member of Wilkesboro Baptist Church.

She was preceded in death by her parents, two sisters; Mozelle Nichols and Luna Nichols Walker Watson and five brothers; Jessie Wayne, Arnold, Carson, Paul and Bobby Nichols.

Marcell is survived by a daughter; Denise Michael and husband Tommy of Wilkesboro, a son; Billy Todd Cress and wife Lisa of North Wilkesboro, three grandchildren; Jessica Michael, Jennifer Michael Day and Alexandria Cress, three great grandchildren; Taia Alexander, Kobe Alexander and James Thomas Day and a sister; Bernice Frazier of Gibsonville, NC.

Memorials may be made to Wilkesboro Baptist Church PO Box 61 Wilkesboro, NC 28697 or New Covenant Christian Church 1701 Industrial Drive Wilkesboro, NC 28697.

Rita Wood, 57

Mrs. Rita Absher Wood, age 57 of Roaring River, passed away Monday, October 21, 2019 at the home of her daughter, Jessica Cox in Boonville, NC.

Funeral services were October 24, at Bethany Baptist Church with Rev. Tim Pruitt and Pastor Daniel Shores officiating. Burial will be in the church cemetery.

Mrs. Wood was born April 27, 1962 in Wilkes County to Billy Ray Absher and Barbara Handy Absher. She was retired from Unifi.

In addition to her father, she was preceded in death by her first husband; Timothy Wood, and a brother; Tony Absher.

She is survived by her husband; Darrell Wood of the home, mother; Barbara Handy Absher of Hays, a mother in law; Margaret Brink and husband Don of Traphill, a daughter; Jessica Cox and husband Craig of Boonville, a step-daughter; Danielle Clark and husband Travis of Millers Creek, two grandchildren; Gabby Cox and Charlotte Cox both of Boonville, a sister; Pam Griffin and husband Mike of Roanoke VA and a brother; Terry Absher of Hays.

Flowers will be accepted or memorials may be made to Mtn. Valley Hospice and Palliative Care 688 North Bridge Street Elkin, NC 28621.

Gary Wyatt, 61

Gary Mitchell Wyatt, age 61, passed away Monday, October 21, at Westwood Hills Nursing & Rehabilitation Center in Wilkesboro. He suffered from a rare neurodegenerative brain disorder known as Progressive Supranuclear Palsy PSP. Mr. Wyatt was born December 28, 1957 in Iredell County to Mitchell and Georgia Minton Wyatt. As a young boy, Gary had a passion for mechanics, which led to his certification in motor and automotive repair post-graduation from West Wilkes High School. He used those skills in heavy equipment and forklift repair, and as a self-employed auto mechanic. Later in life, he became an entrepreneur and opened his own used car dealership and service in Wilkesboro.

Mr. Wyatt's other passions included drag racing and cycling. He raced at the North Wilkesboro Dragway and surrounding tracks for several years, and later became an avid cyclist within Wilkes County cycling community. He was involved in the Brushy Mountain Cyclists Club, and he helped construct many of the trails along the W. Kerr Scott Dam and Reservoir. He was extremely proud of his accomplishments in cycling, having won the annual Blue Ridge Brutal 100 Bike Ride in 1998.

Mr. Wyatt is preceded in death by his father, the Reverend Calvin Mitchell Wyatt and a brother, Danny Michael Wyatt. He is survived by his wife, Sharon Eller Wyatt of Wilkesboro; his son, Danny Christopher Wyatt and wife Melissa of Wilkesboro; his grandchild, Autumn Wyatt of Wilkesboro; his step granddaughter, Lexus Leonard Absher and husband Brandon of North Wilkesboro; step great grandchildren, Jayce Absher of North Wilkesboro; his mother. Georgia Minton Wyatt of Wilkesboro; and loving in-laws, nieces, nephews and long-time friends.

At Mr. Wyatt's request there will be no memorial service. His ashes will be scattered on the Blue Ridge Parkway, a place he loved dearly. In lieu of flowers, memorials may be made to: Cure PSP (www.psp.org).

The family would like to extend a special thank you to Westwood Hills Nursing and Rehabilitation for all their support over the last four years and Medi Home Health and Hospice during Gary's illness.

Miller Funeral Service is in charge of the arrangements.

Mildred Shumate, 80

Mildred Gail Brown Shumate, age 80, of North Wilkesboro, passed away Monday, October 21, 2019 at her home. She was born May 14, 1939 in Wilkes County to Carl Dean and Betty Cleary Brown. Mrs. Shumate was a long time attendee of Mt. Zion Baptist Church. She enjoyed watching her husband, sons, and grandkids play sports. Mrs. Shumate was preceded in death by her parents; her husband Mack Shumate; son, Mickey Shumate; grandson, Micah Shumate; brother, Dean Brown; and sisters, Clara Handy and Carol Sprinkle.

Surviving are her sons, Mark Shumate, Mitchell Shumate and spouse Cheryl; grandchildren, Blake Kinder and spouse Randy, Adam Shumate, Brian Cleary; great grandchildren, Mikaylnn Kinder, Levi Kinder, Neveyah Shumate; and special family, Penny Owens, Carolyn Smithey, Susan Davis and Tammy Gilbert.

Funeral service was October 24, at Mt. Zion Baptist Church with Pastor Wood officiating. Burial followed in the Church Cemetery. Flowers will be accepted.

Miller Funeral Service is in charge of the arrangements.

Nathan Wingler, 40

Mr. Nathan Alan Wingler, 40, of Wilkesboro, passed away on Monday October 21, 2019.

Nathan was born on September 15, 1979 in Wilkes County to Susan Elizabeth Wingler.

Nathan is survived by his mother; daughter, Meghan Wingler; son, Cooper Wingler ; sister, Angela Stafford; niece, Stephanie Woodie; nephew, Jonathan Stafford; grandmother, Novella Wingler all of North Wilkesboro.

A memorial service was held October 25, 2019 at the Wilkesboro Church of Christ. Lowell White will be officiating.

In lieu of flowers memorial donations may be given to www. Windowworldcares.com or to there street address 118 Shaver Street N.Wilkesboro, NC 28659.

Adams Funeral Home of Wilkes has the honor of serving the Wingler Family.

Mary Davis, 96

Mary Lucy Love Davis, age 96, of Ronda, passed away Monday, October 21, 2019 at Wilkes Senior Village. She was born April 8, 1923 in Wilkes County to Roosevelt and Gracie Call Love. Lucy was of the Baptist Faith and enjoyed gardening and working in her flowers. She was preceded in death by her parents; her husband, Carl Davis; infant son, Johnny Wayne Davis; brothers, Albert Love, R.B. Love, L.E. Love; and sisters, Louise Mathis, Ethel Sparks and Eloise Dimmette.

Surviving are her sons, Rex Davis of Ronda, Junior Davis of Ronda, Maxie Carl Davis and spouse Sharon of Statesville, Turner James Davis of Ronda, Eugene Jimmy Davis and spouse Ann of Booneville, Roosevelt L. Davis and spouse Carol of Statesville, Walter Lee Davis of Ronda; daughters, Mary Jane Johnson and spouse Ernest of Wilkesboro, Margie Ann Nixon and spouse Nicky of Roaring River, Peggy Ann White and spouse Wade of Elkin; fifteen grandchildren; twelve great grandchildren; and six great great grandchildren.

Funeral service was October 23, at Antioch Baptist Church with Rev. Kenny Pardue officiating. Burial followed in the Church Cemetery. Flowers will be accepted or memorials may be made to Antioch Baptist Church, 1298 Antioch Church Road, Wilkesboro, NC 28697. Miller Funeral Service is in charge of the arrangements. Online condolences may be made to www.millerfuneralservice.com

Samuel Guy Turnipseed

Dr. Samuel Guy Turnipseed, Born January 19, 1934, lost his battle with heart and lung disease Friday, October 11, 2019.

Dr. Turnipseed, age 85, passed away at his home in Quimistan, Honduras where he and joyfully served as a missionary with the Tranquilidad Foundation since 2011.

Dr. Turnipseed was born in Mobile, Alabama, to George and Ruby Turnipseed. He was the oldest of three sons. He graduated from Wilkes Central High School. He attended Lees McRae College in Banner Elk, North Carolina, where he deceived a BA degree and met his future wife, Betsy Campbell of Paw Creek, North Carolina.

He continued his education at UNC (Morehead scholar, Phi Beta Kappa, BS) Clemson university (MS) and NC State University (PhD in Entomology). Dr. Turnipseed was employed at Clemson for 45 years where he became a professor of Entomology and enjoyed a long productive career at Edisto Research Center in Blackville, South Carolina. He served as president of the South Carolina Entomology Society (1970), president of the South Eastern Branch of the Entomology Society of America (1980), and was an internationally renowned entomologist.

Sam and Barry settled in Williston, South Carolina where they raised their son, Mike, and two daughters, Susan and Leigh, helped establish the First Southern Methodist Church as well as Jefferson Davis Academy.

Sam and Betsy were married for 38 years before she lost her battle with cancer in 1992.

Sam then married Roxanne Francis in 1994 and became stepfather to her 6-year-old son Craig Francis. In 2011, at the tender age of 77. Sam and Roxanne were called to sell their home in Aiken, South Carolina, and purchase land in Honduras to build a home for abandoned, neglected and/or orphaned children. They founded and operated Tranquilidad Foundation, moving there in 2013.

Sam became Papa Sam to nine children in their care. He remained there until his passing. Roxanne continues in God’s work with those precious young ones.

Sam was preceded in death by his first wife, Betsy, his parents; and a brother, David Turnipseed (Cindy).

He is survived by his wife, Roxanne; brother Tom Turnipseed (Cindy) of Columbia, South Carolina; son D. Michael Turnipseed (Maria) of Avon, Indiana; daughter, Susan Richardson (Don) of West Jefferson, North Carolina; daughter Leigh Wechter (Pat) of Ravenel, South Carolina; Stepson Craig A. Francis (Casey) of Bozeman, Montana, nine foster children at Tranquilidad Foundation of Quimistan, Honduras; four grandchildren and nine great grandchildren.

A memorial service, to be led by Robert Cross and Pastor Jake Edwards, will be held November 2, 2019 at 2 p.m. at Talitha Baptist Church, 361 Talitha Church Rd., Aiken, SC. Family will receive friends following the service at the church.

Donations in lieu of flowers maybe sent to: Tranquilidad Foundation, PO Box 5406, Aiken, SC 29804.

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“My world view just CRACKED THE FUCK OPEN.” //wesley, in davoth's torture chambers, going batshit

Was the decision of breaking and entering the Immora Prison Chambers an out-of-instinct act? Probably. He didn't really know why he went there, he just felt that he had to do something important there.

After disarming some guards and either knocking them out or just outright killing them, he ran towards a section of the prison that separated it from the regular chambers.

It read 'TORTURE CHAMBERS', and of course, in a writing system that Immora uses-- He had someone he came for armor replacement for help, blessed be to Argus. Explains further on how much of a sick hack Davoth could be...

He was about to walk into a room where he felt what was, for the lack of a better word, a massive distress signal. And wouldn't he know it, it was locked in a barrier.

There was a door code panel just to the right of said door. The Slayer was grateful he had come across hacking lessons long ago. Thing was, this would be a bitch to deal with.

After a while though, it worked-- Barrier's open. Now to see who was stuck there. Bad things happen in there alright...

More so when he heard this:

"My world view just CRACKED THE FUCK OPEN."

But perhaps, what surprised him was that... What was an old friend of his great grandfather doing here? Did he piss off Davoth that bad to deserve torture? And what was it that would warrant such deplorable act?

Dear Lord, was he bad at this, but he wanted to help. Alas, he had to speak. Wouldn't do much good remaining silent right now.

"Hey, pal." Baritone, deep, rough-- That's what his voice was. But still spoken as softly as possible. "You look all kinds of fucked up. What happened?"

#Rip and tear (IC)#You ask; I answer (Ask answered)#If it's a fight you're looking for (RP)#Unchained Predator (Doom Slayer)#Old Man Billy's Friend (Richard Wesley)#Until it is done (Doom Eternal)#Crossing the Bridge (Crossover)#War of the Mid-20th Century (Wolfenstein Crossover)#ask to tag tw #torture implication tw #torture tw #mental trauma tw

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For once. For once. William is even more genuinely worried for old man Wes.

Even he wouldn’t go ballistic like that. Should he have left him to die instead? But it didn’t sound right-- He would not leave someone who could survive to be denied the chance to.

This also reminded him of that one time he stumbled upon a gladiatorial situation. Just. Why?

#Rip and tear (IC)#A caprice detour (Musings)#I've been to Hell once. Kinda felt like this. (Dash commentary)#Unchained Predator (Doom Slayer)#Old Man Billy's Friend (Richard Wesley)#(just so you know billy boy is watching this)#(and he is eerily reminded of his q3a days)

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How would William react to Wesley's fate?

If he saw Wesley's original fate (and if he had failed to prevent it from happening, thus causing a branch of paradoxes that results from Wesley surviving), he would first lay the entire facility to waste, and then find his ancestor and save him. No speech, no context, nothing. Just an admittedly heartfelt rescue with a sprinkle of being obviously, emotionally upset over the loss of an innocent life for the first time in almost forever. His great grandpa's friend got killed, and he WOULDN'T let him be killed either.

'Protect anyone positively tied great gramps at all costs' is something he'd do for Wes, to be honest.

#You ask; I answer. (Ask answered)#Old Man Billy's Friend (Richard Wesley)#(he's seen a lot of shit in his life)#(but seeing his great gramps having to lose people he cares about BOILS his blood)#(even if they are from different eras)

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– precedence. pt 1

hey everybody! it’s ya girl! back at it again! with a new story! in lieu of the final part of due process! i swear it is slowly coming together, but i want to be able to do justice to the characters in the story and give them an ending that’s neither cotton candy and butterflies nor... slushy snow and subway rats (does my idea of the bad end of things give away where i’m from lol).

aNyWaY here is part one to what will mostly likely be a mini series/prequel to due process in which we find out why y/n is the way she is and how billy came into her life.

bear in mind that this is the same reader from due process, but i don’t think you have to read due process to understand things here, however certain characters will cross over. i hope you all enjoy this, and please give me love! it is so difficult to find motivation to write things when no one pays any attention. i know i write for myself, and for the fun of it, but it can be tough TT enjoy! xoxo mira

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There was a special place in hell for the person who decided Latin would be so heavily incorporated into the American legal system. Was English not enough? You secretly figured the people who set up this whole shebang got into a pissing contest with each other and resorted to using fancy Latin phrases to try and one up each other, and as a result, you were sitting at your desk and poring over legal Latin phrases.

You were not about to be the next associate fired for fudging up Latin in a brief that ended up being presented in court by a senior partner, who got an earful from the judge and ended up losing the hearing on a matter of technical wording. That day had been about two weeks ago and since then, every single associate at your firm, Wesley King Randall, had been brushing up on terminology.

Every free moment was spent scanning through reference books and a study guide someone had made, and all that was saying a lot since associates at any big law firm barely had time to breathe. From the corner of your eye, you saw one of the name partners making their way towards the area where the associates were situated and you quickly slipped the papers you had been studying from into your bag and turned to the papers on research about property law. Apparently not everyone had sensed the shift in the air as several other associates still had out their Latin books.

“Didn’t you bumbling toddlers learn what mens rea means in whatever law school your daddies bought your way into?” the woman said as she walked through the playpen of associates, causing a wave of frazzled yuppies to quickly shut their books and turn towards the woman who would fire each and every one of them without a moment’s hesitation.

“A guilty mind,” one particular young associate said. Big mistake.

“Is that what your copy of Legalese for Dummies says?” she replied, eyes piercing through the man who had had the audacity to reply to her. The poor kid was now probably kicking himself for not interning at Landman and Zack. You sucked in your breath, unsure what his fate would be until another man walked towards the bullpen area.

“Eva, you came to choose an associate, not to choose a lamb to slaughter,” Richard Wesley said, his teeth sparkling as he came in, shaking his head as if to admonish the woman with whom he shared the name of the firm.

“It’s not my fault they’re all sheep,” she replied back bitterly, her mood seeming to worsen with the addition of her colleague.

“How about Monty?” Richard suggested, gesturing towards William Montgomery Jr., who immediately stood up when his name was called. “I’d prefer someone who won’t call me a frigid bitch behind me back, Dick,” Eva deflected. Monty's face immediately reddened as Eva reiterated the words he had used to describe her last week at an associate's happy hour outing.

"The walls have ears, Mr. Montgomery," Eva cautioned, her eyes scanning the faces of the associates, who were all probably trying to hide either their fear or their contempt of the female third of the law firm.

Eva King was many things. She was poised, she was ruthless, and she did not give a shit what people thought of her. And now, Eva King was looking directly at you. "You," she said, and you immediately rose up, hand reaching for your bag without a word as she beckoned for you. Eva turned to leave without so much as another word, but you caught the look Richard Wesley was giving the rest of the associates, namely the male associates in front of him.

It was a look that was meant to pacify them. It wasn't that they weren’t worthy, Eva chose you because you were a woman. At least, that's what those man-babies would tell themselves as they nursed top shelf liquor tonight after work. It was the same reason why Richard Wesley doubted your ability even though you had just wrangled a property case for him just last month.

"I don't have time to coddle you," Eva said as you followed her through the firm, heading for the elevator. "I don't need you to," you replied, stepping into the enclosed space behind her. "That's what I like to hear," she said, granting you a look that was probably as close to warm as she could get.

"You were the one who figured out that clever little loophole in the Grant case will, weren't you?" she asked after a moment of silence. You attempted to pull back at the grin that wanted to pop up on your face, it was the very case Richard Wesley had taken as a favor for an old family friend, making sure that man would get every pretty penny from his grandmother's will. It was also the case that some second year associate had gotten the credit for just because he was being groomed for Wesley's good old boy club. Yet, Eva King knew what you had done. You had barely had a conversation since you started here three years ago, but she knew about you.

"Yes," you replied, hoping your faux indifferent tone was masking the fact that you were internally jumping for joy. "Don't be humble," Eva insisted, "Every goddamn thing you do here, you write your name in big bold letters on. You don't do that and some ass with a trust fund is going to write his own name on it." You attempted to take in her words as the elevator dinged, marking your arrival to the third and most prestigious floor of the firm.

The desk at reception was marked with the names of the partners in silver lettering and the woman behind it stood up as the both of you stepped off the elevator. "Mr. Russo from Anvil is already waiting in your office, Ms. King," the receptionist called as Eva brushed past her. "Of course he is," Eva muttered under her breath, heading towards her office.

"Stay sharp," was all that Eva supplied before she stepped into her office to find the man you presumed to be Mr. Russo going through the books she had arranged on the bookshelf behind her couch. You could've sworn that her office was probably just as big as your apartment, her desk facing away from the lounge area each name partner had in their office. Eva's was tastefully done, and was as chic as she was. "I think this Camus guy is pretty bleak, don't ya think?" were his first words as he turned towards the two of you, holding up a copy of The Stranger. "Sorry, I'll have Forrest Gump playing for you the next time you visit, Mr. Russo," Eva responded.

The man, who you couldn't help but ogle, was dressed impeccably in a suit you had worked long enough at this firm to know was worth your entire month's paycheck. "Billy Russo," he said, putting the book back on the shelf to step towards you, his movements precise as he offered his hand to you. You shook it, hoping you weren't still ogling him. "Y/N Y/L/N," you supplied.

"Have a seat, Mr. Russo, Y/N," Eva chimed, waiting until the both of you sat before she took a seat a few feet from you on the couch. "What's going on, Russo?" she asked almost immediately. Eva certainly did not beat around the bush, even with clients. "How I love your hospitality," Billy commented with a chuckle. "Can I get you anything?" Eva said exasperatedly.

"Just some fine legal counsel," Billy quipped back as you looked between the two of them. You had always seen Eva as a powerhouse, not taking shit from anyone, but this kind of exchange was almost like banter. You were seeing a new side of her.

"Well, it's a good thing you came to a law firm, isn't it?" Eva shot back, but this time with the tiniest of smiles. "I hear you lot are pretty decent, any truth to that?" he said, this time directing his playful quip at you. "That suit you're wearing isn't cheap, and neither are we," you responded.

"I like her," Billy said, turning to face Eva, who was nodding at you with a look of approval. "So do I," she began, avoiding eye contact with you as she said so, "And she's right. So we can keep making small talk for as long as you want, Billy." Billy smirked, and you knew he had the pockets to keep you and Eva here all day if he wanted. You certainly didn't mind the view.

"What was that joke?" Billy began, "What's the difference between a good lawyer and a bad lawyer? A bad lawyer can drag a case out for a year and a good lawyer..." "A good lawyer can make it last even longer," you offered. "Bingo!" Billy grinned. Eva's expression turned to one of weariness, and you cleared your throat, not wanting her to regret her choice.

"Sorry, Eva," Billy sighed, "I just can't help myself around beautiful women." His grin was wide as he leaned back against the arm chair he had chosen to sit in, and suddenly his face clicked. You had seen him in the papers and perhaps once or twice in the office on the rare occasion you had to visit the third floor. He was the CEO of some private military firm and had deep enough pockets to keep Wesley King Randall on as legal counsel. "Try," Eva replied dryly.

Billy's entire demeanor changed within seconds, sitting up and dropping the grin in exchange for an intense look as he pointed towards the file on the coffee table. "This is a contract that I made with a domestic company to provide accommodations to my men out in Iraq. They're set to go weeks from now, and then this son of-" Eva cleared her throat, raising her brow at him as she leafed through the papers. "Sorry," Billy mumbled, before shaking his head as if to clear his thoughts.

"Now they're telling me they can't provide me the service, and I've got men going out there with no place to go," he continued. "They called you and told you that?" Eva asked, her eyes scanning the pages in front of her. "Yeah, the guy didn't even have the balls to tell it to my face. Let me tell you what I would've done if he had had the gall to walk into my office and tell me that." "Please," Eva cut in again, "If it's not legal, don't tell me." Billy sighed, shrugging his shoulders a bit. He looked tense, his concern for the people who worked for him apparent.

"Fair enough," he sighed. "I just don't want my men out in the cold." You nodded sympathetically, eyes turning to Eva who had set the contract back down on the table. "Does this have anything to do with the fact that the wife of this company's CEO was the one you were laying it on at the gala last weekend? she asked coolly. Billy froze, the epiphany he was having drawing a a slow nod as Eva spoke. "I didn't know that was her!" he cried, "And I can't help it if my natural state of being is pure charm." Eva scoffed, and even you couldn't help but chuckle in reply to that comment.

"What am I supposed to do now? Wait until my men are out there without so much as a roof over their heads?" he said, turning back into serious Billy.

"It's an anticipatory breach," you spoke up, looking up at Billy. Eva nodded in agreement, her eyes on you as you spoke. "You don't have to wait to take legal action until they actually breach the contract. He already told you that they can't honor their part of the agreement. That in turn will affect your ability to complete the job your company was hired for. They could be held liable not just for what you paid them, but for the entire contract."

Billy turned to look back at Eva, who sat up straight, her expression unable to hide the fact that she was pleased with you. "That's right," she agreed, "We can hold them as liable before they actually breach. Do you have proof that he called and stated that on the phone?" Billy nodded, explaining that he'd need to get the recording of the call from the secretary who kept those sort of logs.

"Great," Eva said, standing up to follow Billy's movements as you did the same. "Get that to me and I'll have his head on a platter for you," she said as she began to walk him out. "Thank you, Eva," Billy said, tipping his head in thanks. "And thank you, Y/N," he said with one of those smiles. "It's my job, Mr. Russo," you replied. With that, he was off and you wondered if Eva wanted you in her office as she had taken a seat at her desk.

"Should I-" you began until she gestured for you to take a seat across from her. "You did good," she praised, and for a moment, you wondered if you were in a dream. Eva King, the woman who all the associates called an ice queen, was praising you while you sat in her office. "But you have to be the best," she continued, her eyes set on you. You tried to maintain eye contact, but her gaze was too intense and your eyes dropped to your lap. "I'm serious, Y/N, you have potential," she said, a bit gentler this time. You nodded, thanking her for the opportunity as you sensed it was time for you to return to your regular old cubicle three floors down. "And," Eva called as you got to the door, "Next time don't make it so obvious that you're ogling him."

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and boom! so that was mainly to introduce the story and the characters and of course, billy. let me know what you think and i hope to have the next part of this as well as the last part to due process out soon. much love, mira

#stories-you-wont-hear #stories: precedence #billy russo x reader #billy russo imagine #billy russo fanfic #billy russo fic #reader x billy russo

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