Role Play Board: Who Wants to Be a Billionaire?

Who Wants to Be a Billionaire?

Posted by Purple Man on 4/8/2009, 2:50 am
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It’s a bright spring morning 60 miles off the coast of Lyford Cay in the Bahamas. The warm Caribbean salt air massages the bow of one of world's largest yachts, the 345-foot Carinthius VIII. A flock of hungry seagulls circle the monolith hoping for signs of unmanned caviar. Sea is calm this time of year but not as calm and collective as the queen of this magnificent ship, one of the richest women in the world, Hellen Hartstrom.

She strolls onto the sprawling deck in her expensive white flowing morning gown, mimosa in one hand, iPhone in the other. Her eyes are protected from the sun’s glare by her diamond studded Roberto Cavallis. She breathes in deeply as she stretches her arms out to embrace another beautiful day when a voice on her phone answers.

“It’s about time Rennels, why do you insist on ruining my perfect world?”

The 67 year old department store mogul floats down into her lounge chair as her servants scurry out onto the deck to wait on her every whim.

“…enough with the groveling Rennels, time is precious and I need you to move some money for me darling….yes, you heard me….I’m talking about my personal accounts….no, not to Austria….no, listen to me…I need you to stop babbling…I’m sending you a list of the accounts I want transferred and a list of the banks I want them transferred to….that’s right….I’m texting you as we speak…I know, darling…..just do as I say….and Rennels, you know what to do when you’ve completed the transactions?….you’re such a good boy…no wonder I keep you around. Say hello to Phillis for me.”

She tilts her head back onto the silk pillow that awaits her. She smiles as the soft wind tickles her billion dollar skin. Her smile grows deeper as she hears his footsteps approaching.
The steps come closer yet ever so slowly. She can sense him taking in the view and admiring her beauty or at least her wealth.

“It is done.” She calmly announces.

His thick Yugoslavian accent makes her skin crawl with pleasure, “I over heard the conversation, my dear. You’ve done well.”

There is a deep silence like a calm before the storm, not even the waves dare touch the Carinthius. Then the silence is shattered as the billionairess frantically drops to her knees and crawls to his feet. Clenching on like a lost puppy that has found it’s master.

“Oh please, Zebediah! What else can I do for you?!?!?!”

One of the world’s most powerful and influential women is instantly reduced to a sniveling dog with the need to serve.
Like a stone statue, Zebediah Killgrave stands rigid while lighting up one of Mrs. Hartstrom’s expensive cigarette. He ignores her uncontrollable whimpering as she tightens her grip around his leg. He lets out a puff of smoke and answers her.

“I have no further need for you Mrs. Hartstrom, you’ve done as I commanded.”

“But I have so much more I can give you!!! I have properties….” She desperately seeks his approval as her tears form rivers of black mascara down her face.

“I am not a greedy man, my dear. I just needed enough to get me through the next 20 years.”

She looks up into the lavender face of her beloved. Her feelings for him swell up inside her, burning deep into her soul. An intensity she has never felt in all her years. Like a teenage girl who has fallen in love for the first time only to be rejected as quickly as it came.

“Be a dear, and compose yourself. The amphibian plane you ordered to pick me up is arriving.”

As if lifted up off the deck by puppet strings, Hellen Hartstrom regained her composure as she wiped away the tears and memories of the last few minutes of her drama. She once again floated into her lounge chair and took a sip of her mimosa. As the aquatic airplane touched down near the yacht, Zebediah leaned over and whispered in her ear.

“The captain of your beloved Carinthius will be presenting you with a farewell gift when I’m gone. It is a token of my appreciation for all you’ve done for me, darling.”

As the Purple Man boards the plane and commands the pilot to take off, a gunshot can barely be heard over the roaring engine of the amphibian airplane. Zebediah Killgrave relaxes into his seat. He grins at his accomplishments and surprises himself…after all, he ran into the late Mrs. Hellen Hartstrom shopping for sunglasses only a few hours ago.

He pulls out her diamond studded Roberto Cavallis' from his breast pocket and gently places them over his eyes.

"Oh, these are nice! I just hate that Caribbean sun this time of year."