GET DOWN!

Gun shots reverberated throughout Hollywood Boulevard. Innocent civilians run rapidly down the street. It was turning into a major battle. Bullets whizzed by shattering windows and flattening tires. The hit that was put out on TyrionLannister was by a notorious crime boss who controlled most of the film industry. TyrionLannister was quickly moving in on the profits to be had their. Bringing in his own actors and even singers to do some major roles. It was a risky thing knowing that Don Nati was no doubt a vicious and short tempered giant. He stood at roughly six feet five inches. Unusually tall for a man who was originally from sicily. He had the most Loyal of followers. Don Nati was once known for hanging a young actress twenty stories high when she told him she didnt want to be in a particular role with one of his 'actors'.
 

Jax, Opie, Tiggy. Can you three go around and see if there is a way where we can escape out the back?

Don Nati was unlike the more famous criminals. He was just criminal. He would shoot first and as far as questions go he had none. He didnt care if he made the right move or not he had the sense of joy in taking life and it didnt matter whose. He carried a single pistol in his hand yelling out profanities. Policemen stood from the distanced and just watched. To them this was a good thing, might as well watch the mafia destroy themselves so they dont have to do it. Even the sheriffs didnt want to get on the wrong side of Don Nati though. He was as dangerous as they come. 

Assassin Leaped over a car from behind Don Nati's men sliced two of them with his knives. The gun shots continued to echo constantly in the backround. Bodygaurds of everyone collided with the pavement. Blood spilled out from everywhere. The amount of carnage mirrored that of a film. Funny how Don nati was coming after Tyrion because he was afraid of Tyrion Becoming the new Don in Hollywood. It wouldnt be hard either. Lannister was a well liked individual who never really got upset. If he was upset you probably couldnt even tell cause he is such a cool headed well thought out person. A trait of leadership that Don Nati didnt have and thats why so many wanted him dead. 

Well this is it isnt it Tyrion? You know what happens if we cap out Nati? You become the New Don in town. With the Likes of Visas. VISAS!? Why is she not here? Phatcatknuckles i need you to call Visas and her men for reinforcement. If we have them we will surely win out. 

It wasnt as if they were pinned down as much as it was the two different sides were battling it out savagely. With Recon laying down cover fire Booklet was gaining ground on Don Natis men. There was no chance in hell they were losing this fight. Today will be the day that TyrionLannister becomes recognized as Don TyrionLannister. It was just unfortunate the Wardens of the West had to fight for it. 

Well Tyrion, im out of ideas what should we do now? 

You know there is something wrong going on when I of all people can say this but... It's about damned time Tyrion! Ha. Congrats fella. 

pinnochio runs on over to ZoeyH with the recently printed Obituaries

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it appears your calling for a ghost he whispers in her ear

Actually Pinocchio, I have risen from the dead.

Congratualtions Tyrion. It's great to see you finally reach this landmark and take up the rank of Don! I have not been with you for long but we work great together and you are an awesome leader. Thoroughly deserved!

Arya arrived late, but at least she had made it here. She couldn't see many of the crew, but there were bodies all over the place, some with pretty bad wounds and they looked like they were bleeding out. This fight had to end soon or both sides would suffer massive losses.

She spotted Tyrion, he was taking fire in the far side of the set, 3 of Nati's men had him pinned down. Oddly Jono and Jax were nearby offering their congratulations to him, giving him a pat on the back before the fight was over was bold, but it seemed to be simply a vote of confidence.

Arya decided to take matters into her own hands and try and swing things in their favour, she spotted a Mercedes SSK nearby that must have been used in the film they were making, luckily the keys were still in the ignition.

She ran over and jumped in the drivers seat and kicked it into motion, the car was a beast and roared into action as soon as she pressed on the gas. Opie and Tiggy had obviously spotted her intentions and climbed onto the wheel archs, laying down cover fire as Arya sped along the set towards Tyrions position.

Just as they reached Tyrion, the car took a hit and lost the front tyres spinning Arya into a stack of crates, Opie and Tiggy seemed to make a clean getaway leaping from the car just as it stuck the crates, Arya wasn't as lucky though, finding herself now pinned down. Instead of helping Tyrion she had simply caused more trouble, though at least the attackers were focusing on her instead so there was a silver lining. She just hoped that Opie and Tiggy would be able to get back up and help her or she'd surely be finished...

Walking the streets, Afghan hears a bunch of commotion very near to him. He decides to see what is going on. As he walks closer to the commotion he sees a few familiar faces then understands what is going on. As soon as he figures it out he is running over to the crowd.

You did it man! Congratulations, you really deserve it! Now let's all get this party started.

Without another word Afghan runs over, grabs a bottle of champagne, shakes the hell out of it and pops the top spraying everyone in the crowd.

The old man grasped the head of his walking stick, feeling its curve snug within his palm. A glance at his hands may have revealed the yellowing knuckle joints and dark, mottled skin, the fingertips stained ochre from years of rolling his own cigarettes: signs of old age and decay along with the necessary stick. With his free hand he pulled open the green-painted door of the close, letting it fall shut with a slam behind him.

So Deaver, being a compassionate man shot him dead. Relieving him of his pain and future suffering, not allowing his ills and poor lifestyle ruin the rest of his days. A release maybe from the what was to come. His ruling days so harsh and evil long gone but the soul of the dead still driving him towards suffering, not only for himself but for his fellow mankind.

Rest in peace old man

Don Tyrion, the words trip off his tongue easily. He studies the small man hard, taking in the features that make him so complex, so hard for many to understand.

I will not congratulate you, it is simply not needed. The rank of Don has been unrewarded and under announced for so very long here on these streets, our way of life has seen decay so similar to the old Capo that I eased from this world only minutes ago.

What I will say though is that despite your diminutive nature and stance you are a man worthy of such a title, a warrior amongst us all.

Placing his fedora back onto his head, Deaver slowly retreats into the shadows of the onlookers, sparks up a hand rolled from the old Capo's tin and smiles, contented that some old values still remain.

Cas appears in the streets within a blink of an eye. He makes his way to Tyrion.

Congrats Don Tyrion. We known each other for a while and now you have made it to an esteemed rank. I know you worked hard for it, and this day is for.

Cas pops a bottle of Hollywood's finest champagne and pours a glass. He puts it in the air.

This is to you man, Salute!