Genocide and his right hand man Sebasiansky are taking a walk down the main North Side street, Heading back in the direction of their HQ

Genocide turns his head and speaks to Sebasian "How are the plans coming along?"  Sebasian responds "We struggled to get some of the supplies, but we should be good to go boss!" Genocide nods his head, coming closer to the Cartel HQ they begin to pass large wooden crates and boxes, many of his Cartel members are shuffling them about and nodding their heads as he walks past. 

"Good job boys, i want everything perfect. its going to be quite a show! " he says walking past them and in through his HQ front door, He makes his way to his office with Sebasian right behind him, Pulling out his chair and taking a seat he removes his hat and pulls a bottle of scotch and two glasses out of his draw and fills the glasses. Sebasian reaches for a glass and smiles "so, what time do we begin boss?"  

Genocide looks at sebasian and reply's "it wont be long now my man, once the goons have finished with the arrangements ill send out word"

a few hours pass, Genocide and Sebasian are still sitting in the office talking drinking when suddenly Genocides phone rings, He answers his phone and hears the words "Boss, we are ready"

Genocide doesn't reply but hangs up his phone, He calls two men into his office and tells them to gather a crowed outside the HQ and wait for him there. The two men nod and walk briskly out of the office into the street, Yelling at passer's by to stop and wait "Gather round" they shout pointing at anyone the can see. Soon a large number of people are gathered in the street, They notice wires hanging from lamp posts with peculiar boxes swinging beneath them, Crates stacked in the street with no marking or hint as to the content. Men with weapons located on every corner and entrance of every ally way. The crowd wait, but there is no sign of the man they are waiting for, Tension begins to build and the crowed becomes chatty curious as to what they have been called for. 

suddenly the Cartel HQ front door swings open and slams against the door, the crowed goes quite and there attention brought to the building. Genocide walks out through the door followed by his left and right hand men, he walks up to a crate left outside the HQ and stands on top of it, he clears his throat and begins to speak.

"Ladies, Gentlemen. I thank you for you're patients, and for your attention. The El Diablos Cartel has called this street home for some time now. We have been welcomed, and treated well. I feel it is high time we return your generous welcome with a gift of our own!"

Genocide nods his head, several of his men move forward from the street corners and alleyways and begin to take a hold of wires that are hanging from various places around the street. He then proceeds to pull his revolved from his holster and point it straight up in the air.

"My friends, A gift from me to you.... the Cartel Carnival!"

BANG genocide fires his gun into the air, as the echo rings down the street his men begin to pull the wires they are holding and the crates hanging from the lamp posts fall apart revealing brightly colored donkey pinatas! the lids are taken off of the crates which contain bottle after bottle of the finest moonshine Chicago has to offer, from another crate a Cartel member begins handing out sombreros and maracas into the crowed. Last but not least, the biggest crate standing 7 ft tall and 10 foot long is opened, out comes several men with instruments playing the most wonderful Mexican tunes you could imagine, suddenly the street is alive with noise, chatter music and color, Genocide makes his way down from the crate and begins to mingle with the crowd, shaking hands and passing bottles of moonshine around. 

he opens his arm wide and welcomes the crowed into his hospitality, old and new faces a like, Everybody was welcome to the Carnival!

While walking along in Chicago, Kyubey-Chan had heard a gun shot go off. Instinctively he ducked down and looked around. He spotted none other then Don Genocide of North Side, Chicago, giving a speech. He listened in and heard that they were doing a carnival within the North Side. He saw men all about setting things up.

He quickly jumped right into it and set his eye on a pinata, one of those funny little things he remembers clawing at as a kitten. He would get it this time or get embarrassed in public trying. He could hear some Hispanic music being played from nearby as well, he could tell Genocide and his Cartel have gone all out to make this as cool as possible for the public.

He saw the man and stopped him, only to be stopped himself by a bodyguard of his.

"Good evening sir Genocide. Nice to meet you. I think the carnival is a lovely idea and I'll enjoy my time here whilst I'm in Chicago. It really does show the hospitality of yourself and your Cartel. I thank you!" He said before he scurried off to find another victim.. Another pinata.

Curtis was doing his best to behave and keep focused as he walked the streets of Chicago. As he walked he heard a distant gunshot shortly followed by the faint sound of a mariachi band. Intrigued he decided to investigate and followed the music street by street until he arrived at the fiesta. Festival colours and sounds, feisty fun and fireworks danced to the playful music. He was immediately taken and forgot all previous vows of sobriety.

"Fuck me!" He proclaimed and walked into the crowd. Dancing to the music he stopped at a stall, slammed down several shots of moonshine tequila, grabbed a spare bottle and bounced his way through the crowd toward Genocide. Smiling broadly at the Don's friendly face, Curtis shook his hand.

"Great work on the festivities! Really, you've done yourself proud here. Thanks!"

He looked around at the party and the crowd having drunken fun then back at the Don.

"If this is what your work allows you to do, then I hope you remain forever prosperous and able to continue enjoying the life the way it should be enjoyed."

Raising his bottle in toast he took a swig and made his way toward the band and the unmissable sombrero salesman. 

As genocide is handing out bottle of moonshine and exchanging smiles and conversation with the crowed he sees a friendly face approach him directly, With a hand extended he meets Kyubey's grip and shakes firmly "Pleasure to meet you" he says while the crowed shifts around him dancing and laughing, before he knows it kyubey's attention has been drawn to a pinata and they disappear off into the crowed. Genocide chuckles loudly and turns away.

He strolls through the crowed, picking up a bottle of moonshine. taking swigs as he walks he is passed a cigar from someone in the crowed and lights it up. he stops for a moment watching two young men kneeling down bobbing for apples in a large bucket laughing as one of them pulls their head up and reveals the soggy cigar he has mistaken for an apple floating in the water. 

Genocide takes a few draws on his cigar, he is approached by another man who introduces himself as Curtis. Curtis greets him and says a few kind words about the carnival, Genocide smiles and appreciated them greatly. he shakes his hand "Very nice to meet you indeed god sir, im glad you are enjoying yourself" Genocide raises his bottle of moon shine and taps Curtis's already raised bottle before taking a swig and turning back into the crowed.

Johnny was relaxing at the El Diablo's Bar when his boss called him along with his friend in his office.
Genocide looked really happy when he asked the 2 men to gather a crowd. Johnny looked ecstatic and greeted Sebasian as he was heading down to the streets. There is no better way than a Mexican festivity to meet ladies. He did his best inviting people for the upcoming event.

After a while and as soon as a big crowd was gathered, Genocide made his entrance and announced the event. The streets suddenly became more lively and the people seemed to enjoy it. Maybe more than they should.

After a day of hard work, he hoped that he had pleased his Boss and he was preparing to enjoy the even himself.
He approached a lady and asked her:
"Do you have a boyfriend?"
"Yes", she replied.
"Well.. You look like the type of woman that could use 2."
She immediately slapped Johnny and went her own way.

Not far off, Genocide witnessed the event and approached Johnny.

"I love your spirit Johnny, but I'm afraid that your life will be more in danger by the ladies rather than the mafiosi if you keep going like that", he said while trying to hold his laughter.

Johnny laughed along with Genocide and lighted up a cigar to accompany his boss for a little while.

En was cruising the streets of Chicago looking at the possibilities for this fine Saturday afternoon. Out of nowhere he heard a gunshot ring out and almost instantaneously there was music. Never to miss out on the action, En went towards the sound of the gunshot. What he found when he arrived surprised him. The streets had been decked out like a Carnival! There were donkey piñatas hanging, crates of what appeared to be moonshine, sombreros and who knows what else. 

What a great way to spend a Saturday afternoons! En said. He tossed his hat aside and took a sombrero and maraca from a man walking around handing them out. As he was looking at the maraca hoping he didn't ruin the tempo of the Mexican music, Genocide walked up to him and handed him a bottle.

Well, hello my friend. I guess this is your little shindig eh? The theme kinda gives it away! What's this all about? Did I miss the memo on a special occasion or was this an impromptu event? En asked him. After taking a swig of the moonshine, En realized this is just what he needed on a Saturday afternoon. What a great idea this was! En exclaimed. En eyed the piñatas. He was definitely heading over there to take a swing at them!

Whilst mingling with the crowed Genocide finds himself stood in front of the newest mobster to take up residence in the north side district, delighted to see Enaento before him he hands him a bottle of moonshine and shakes his hand with a big smile on his face. 

"Hello there my friend! i am so glad you came, the only occasion is merry making and the sharing of the cartel culture. All work and no play yarda yarda" Genocide laughs and takes a bottle of moonshine from a drunken mobsters hand who is dancing next to him, Sipping from the bottle he notices Enaento eyeing up a pinata and chuckles

" one moment my friend" Genocide disappears into the crowed and returns moments later with a tire iron 

"its not quite a bat, but its the best i could find" Genocide hands the tire iron to Enaento with a little wink and nods his head towards the Pinata  "go on my man, have at it! i can see your itching too."

Genocide pats Enaento on the back as he heads towards the pinata and watches him start swinging, Narrowly avoiding a cartel members head with his third swing. Fortunately the mobster managed to duck at the last moment only losing the hat from his head before bursting out into laughter.  Genocide stands back for a moment and looks around the crowed. Many drunken dances taking place, a buzz in the background of people chatting and laughing away. He takes a deep breath and absorbs the atmosphere, lets out a big sigh of relief and moves into the crowed please with the turn out, time to meet some more new people.

As time went by, Johnny was having more and more fun. He really enjoyed seeing faces he hadn't seen in a long time. After having two rounds of shots, he went over to the pinatas. He heard that there was a really good "contestant".

As he arrived to the fun part of the Carnival, he saw Enaento giving it his all. He was really happy to see a good old friend at the Carnival. He yelled out to him and said "Hey there En! How are you on this fine occasion? Enjoying yourself to the fullest, eh?"

Johnny was waiting for Enaento to finish his "fight" while having yet another drink. He started feeling tipsy though. He glazed at himself in a shop's window and whispered to himself, "who's that handsome guy? Call the police! Oh wait.. That's me".

With a bottle of moonshine in one hand and a tire iron in the other, En began swinging at the donkey piñata. On the third swing he knocked the hat off a fellow standing a little too close only to realize it was his LH HoboJoe. En began laughing just as HoboJoe did.

OH THAT WAS CLOSE En said not able to contain his laughter! I should have known where the moonshine was I'd find you as well! 

En took another big swing! The tire iron went flying out of his hand and landed right in the middle of all the dancers. He turned to HoboJoe.

Damn HoboJoe! Watch what the hell you are doing! You could have hurt someone! he admonished him. He turned to the dancers. Sorry guys! My hobo went a little nuts swinging that thing!.

En noticed that Maggie_Mae was close. He waived her over and whispered. Go grab that tire iron and bring it back before someone heads our way wielding it. He watched as Maggie_Mae went over and picked up the tire iron.

Jono was sitting on his rocking chair on the stoop of his Fort. His monkeys were going to work on the numerous soap boxes that had been brought in for destruction while Ajani and ShaneVendrell were off to the side playing Russian Roulette with a 6 shooter and 5 bullets. Those two were always joking about... "No I want out of this shit hole first!" and "You kidding me? I've worked for this dickhead a lot longer... I'm first!". Ahh those two... they sure knew how to make me laugh. 

Jono hears a sudden gun shot off in the distance. Shitting himself thinking Ajani or Shane had finally succeeded in gaining their 'freedom' he rushed around the corner to see them both checking Shane for a bullet wound. After realising that Shane got unlucky, uhm lucky all three of us sighed. Although noticing that the sigh from Shane and Ajani was one of disdain Jono couldn't help but hear the sound of music faintly creeping it's away across Chicago. It sounded like it was coming in from the direction of the North Side. Intrigued he took a quick trip up North to see what was going on. 

On arrival it quickly becomes apparent that Don Genocide is throwing some sort of carnival. A smile spreads across his cheeks as he embraces Genocide like a brother. 

"Wow my friend, this is some party you have got going here. What's the occassion? Eh, you know me, it doesn't matter what. As long as their is booze and fun to be had I'm on it like a car bonnet. Now let's have some fun! It is the weekend after all!"

Smoke rolls off the tip of the infamous cigarette stuck between Dean Martin's index and middle finger. On the table next to Dean, a glass of Wild Turkey on the rocks rattles. Standing up, dressed in his black suit, fedora and dress shoes, Dean grabs the glass of the counter top. A few, nearly clumsy steps later, Dean stares out the window over looking the North Side streets.

"What's all the commotion about", Dean thinks to himself. Drawing a puff off his cigarette, a gun shot blares across the heavily populated streets. As His eyes bulge, the glass of whiskey nearly slips from his hand. "Is that a damn pinata? What type of mexican festival is going on down here!?" Dean says out loud. "Hmm, I like festivities and mexican food" Dino thinks to himself, as he paces in front of the window, observing people cheering and conversing.

Dino takes a step out of his apartment building, tugging his vest tight against him as his cigarette rests firmly between his lips. A quick slide of the fingers across the brim of the Fedora, and he's ready for the activities. As I approach the crowd, I can hear and see Genocide, Don of the North Side giving a speech. His voice is confident, yet humble as he welcomes all to the festivities. Dino walks around the crowd, nodding his head at whom ever makes eye contact.

Suddenly, Genocide grabs Dino by the collar and pulls him to the side. "Dino, my man. It's good seeing you, how's the golf score coming?"

"Two under this morning boss, How's the good life treating you?" Dino asks, smile on his face, smoke streaming up from his right hand.

"Well, Dino. I think our crowd here, would be much better if we heard that golden voice of yours. What's say you give us a few minutes, and sing us something?"

"Well boss, what would you like me to perform for you, and your congregation?" Dino asks, as he looks at Genocide, who's starting to think.

After sending Maggie_Mae to retrieve the tire iron, En turned to @JohnnyBravo.

Hello my old friend! You'd think I'd have a better grip than that with all the bats I swung as a youngster running with Silvio! How the hell are you? It is great to see you. Cheers!

En raised his bottle of moonshine towards Johnny_Bravo just as Maggie handed him his tire iron back. Anytime I have moonshine in one hand and a tire iron in the other I am doing great! Love this little impromptu event! We all need a break from work for sure! En was rambling as he always did when he drinks. Hey Johnny! It looks like all those women are looking at you! I think I'll stay close to you tonight! En said with a laugh! It'd been awhile since he cut loose. He really needed this! Good thing Domino wasn't around to watch this. He was lucky @MaggieMae hadn't already taken his bottle of moonshine!

Sebasian better know as Sky looked around at what all the hard work they had put in had made, but where was his specail crate? moving away from Genocide, He went in search of one Johnny Bravo who was in charge of his crate. Looking through the crowd was getting old fast for Sky, he was very excited to get his crate. Seeing a pinata sparked an idea that crazy little mind of his, Running at a lamp post he climbs it with ease. Looking around Sky spots Johnny not with women like he expected but under the same lamp post he had climbed, biy did he feel like an idiot. Sliding down the lamp post Sky land infront of Johnny with a grin "Might you escort me to my crate my friend?"

Johnny nods and leads the way and leads Sky to a crate full of pineapples which Genocide was staring at confused, he never ordered pineapples. Sky can't help but laugh like always his eagerness leaves him 2 steps behind if he had stayed with Genocide he would have been to the crate already and if had of looked around he wouldn't have had to clime a lamp post. "That crate is not for you boss thats mine, all mine" Sky digs in the crate and pulls out three razor sharp machete with a mischievous grin. Before any questions can be ask two pineapples are carved to be fashioned into mugs and filled with booze, one handed to Genocide and the other to Johnny.

"You throw a hell of a party but i always crave the spotlight so heres my attempt to get it"

 Sky starts to juggel the three machete with a laugh.

"Just like loading a gun, you never forget how. boss if you would be so kind as to toss some pineapples, lets see if i cant get these to cut them in the air"

Johnny was trying to sober up a bit, he already had three successful,not, hit ons. As he's having a cigar, he realizes someone pats him on the back. It was his friend Enaento.

"I'm doing fine En! Enjoying life with Genocide, Sebasian and the rest of the family. How's Domino? How come he's not around?"

It seems that Johnny really hit a sensitive spot there as Enaento cringed when he heard that question.

"Oh.. About the women you say? It's only natural! I can't stop it. You can stay as close as you can be my friend! I'll make sure to say a good word about you."

As Johnny and Enaento kept on discussing for a little while, Johnny sees a guy running up a lamp post. He could've never guess that it could be Sebasian. After he got asked to escort him, johnny turns to Enaento.

"Will you excuse me my friend? We have a very important task! I hope I'll see you around to enjoy it as well. You'll see what I mean"

Johnny goes on and helps Sebasian with the pineaple's crate. In the end, he grabs a pineaple filled with booze for himself, completely abolishing the fact that he was trying to sober up just moments ago. While taking a sip, he stares at Sebasian juggling the machete.

"Be careful my friend! Don't cut yourself now, eh?" , Johnny said with a mischievous smile on his face while giving pineaples to Genocide.

He then went on and yelled to the crowd.

"We're gonna have a juggling contest soon! I can feel it. Is there anyone who think that he can do better than Sebasian?"

Johnny was looking at the crowd, hoping that a volunteer would come up.

Dino stands next to Genocide, looking at a what would appear to be a mad man, juggling machete's. Out of the corner of his eye, he spots someone running up a lamp post.

"Is this the kind of behavior we can expect at all your events? Dino asks, Genocide, nudging him in the shoulder with his elbow

"That's right Dino, we know how to party, here, on the North Side."  Genocide responds, while watching bats swing wildly in the air, like some medieval war scene.

Dino takes a sip from his glass, and taps his foot to the sound of several pinatas being bludgeoned, which coincidentally and rhythmically  harmonized with the music playing in the background.
 

As Dino and Genocide stand, watching the crowd ooo and awww over the antics playing out on the streets, Cristiano walks over. Dino extends his hand to greet Cristiano, as Genocide is preoccupied, " Hello Cristiano, the names Dean, but everyone calls me Dino. How are you doing this fine afternoon, sir?"

Before letting Cristiano speak, Dino raises his glass, looks Cristiano in the eye "Say, do you like Jazz pal? I think this scene could use a little swing, don't you?"

Dino rolls the scotch and melting ice around in his glass, then takes a drink.

"Mm, LA's finest indeed my good man." Dino smiles, then puts his arm around Cristiano's shoulder and directs his eyes towards the stage and motions his hand upward.

"I'm set to make a swingin' performance as soon as the pinatas are done taking a beating. Have you got any requests, pal?

Dino looks at Cristiano, eyes glazed over as his cigar cherry burns bright. The look resembles that of a come-hither stare.

"What's say you, want to do an encore with me later pal?"