| OOC: Ah, screw it. Let's start.
BoT:
RING! RING! RING!
"Goddamn alarm clock..."
I got up out of bed. Another day, another dollar. As I tapped around on my cornertable, my hand grasped a framed photo. I finally opened my eyes and ooked at the picture. It was a photo of a girl in a beautiful white prom dress, about the age of 17, smiling happily. Next to her was a man, dressed in a black tuxedo, his face entirely neutral. In the corner was a signature reading "Miranda".
"Goddamn, Miranda... why?"
I finally turned off the alarm. I grabbed my clothes off a chair. Black, of course. I pocketed my Colt 1911 and .44 and stepped out the door.
"Beautiful, beautiful Chicago... yeah, right."
I walked down the street to a local Italian restaurant, where I was greeted as "Leone" and "Raph". A waiter came up to me and thumbed to the back room. Giovanni had another job for me.
EDIT: OOC: The Mafia RPG no longer exists, BTW.
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"My word is my honor. My honor is my life."
-- Demonchild, Angelkin, the Blackest Seraph, the Final Warrior
"Cut down the Gods if they stand in you way."
-- Hagakure
Last edited by Final Warrior; 05-10-2005 at 03:25 AM.
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