The keys jingled merrily in her hand as she skipped up the steps to the new building that her buddy Cletus had given her. “Its beautiful!” she said softly as she raised her face up to gaze upon the broken down and beat up exterior. It had been a long time since anyone had occupied this corner of Brooklyn, and she thought it was lovely. A pair of fat hairy rats scurried over the porch and she clapped her hands with joy. “Perfect. Absolutely perfect.” She turned to look at @Foamy who was glassy eyed from either the drink or the smell, and @Thoros who looked as if he wanted to give up his immortality in exchange for not having to move into this building.

“Come on boys! It’ll be fun!” she said while laughing, “Shoulda got your fucking cootie shots, huh?” she added as she skipped up to them both and grabbed their arms, tugging them towards the building. “Come, come, we haven’t got all day.” She told them as she marched them up the steps. She let go of their arms and opened the door. The furnishings were covered in dust and the smell of mold and death filled the air. “Absolutely charming.” She said just as Thoros retched in the background.

Moving through the rooms she turned on the lights and then giggled when she saw what gifts Cletus had left her. “My, my, my,” she said as she stalked into the room where the bodies were tied up and gagged. “What a wonderful little house warming gift this is!” she knew the other two didn’t want to witness this so she kicked the door shut and turned to face her pretties. “Aren’t you both lovely.” She told them before taking the younger one’s chin in her hand and twisting her face back and forth. “Just lovely.” she pulled the gags out of their mouths and let them drop to their necks. "Let us see if we can't make you scream." she said in a sing song voice as she crouched down in front of them. 

She started humming a children’s lullaby as she let her eyes flutter closed. “hmmm...Don’t say a word,” she sang softly just as the woman’s nose began to bleed, first with a few drops. The crimson liquid splashed over her lip and down her chin. "Mama's gonna buy you a mocking bird." The woman's nose began to bleed more, what was a few drops was now a steady stream, the woman's gag and shirt front were soaked in blood. The captive panicked and tilted her head back making choking sounds, "no no no, the fun isn't over yet." she chastised as she grabbed the woman's ear and gave it a yank until she was sitting with her head bent forward, her eyes staring at the puddle of blood that was forming in her lap.

Jenbola turned her attention to the other one and smiled, “And if that mocking bird don’t sing…” she carried on as she reached out to brush the other woman’s hair back from her face. Everywhere she touched boils popped up, angry and red.  She carried on humming, her hands deftly working over the girl's flesh. Some of them burst, some of them grew impossibly large. The urge to squeeze one was overwhelming but she resisted. 

Carrying on with little touches here and there, Jenbola watched as the one victim lost half her body mass until she was skeletal and brittle. Jenbola reached out and poked her in the side with a giggle and the girl screamed as her ribs cracked and broke, blood that had pooled in her mouth splattering out and across Jenbola's face.

“And if that looking glass don’t shine…” she carried on singing as she looked at the other woman and brushed her hand over one arm and then up the other, causing a rash to appear. Inflamed, red and bumpy and then with another touch the skin began retracting, tightening over the tendons and bones to the point where it was cracking and splitting. Blood started to seep out of the wounds, slowly at first. But as the flesh got tighter and tighter, it started to steadily pour off of her and the woman could only look on in horror as the pressure grew. 

She had been crouched down, so she could admire her handy work, but then got to her feet and bent down. As she finished the song, she reached out and booped each one of the women on the nose, “You’ll still be the prettiest little girls in town!” she said before standing up straight to watch as one of them started to rot before her very eyes, her organs turning into mush from the bacteria. Liquid started pouring out of her, and it wasn’t doing much for the smell. The other one lost the ability to move, her jaw frozen open in a silent scream, her eyes wide as she lost control of her body. A building pressure on her limbs and nerves gave her excruciating pain but there was nothing she could do except sit there making gurgling noises as she lost the ability to function and blood seeped from her wounds.

When it was done Jenbola turned and grinned at the boys who stood in the doorway, they had come to see what was taking their new leader so long. She wiped her hands on her dress and in a sing-song voice said, “Well, the plague has spread to New York!” before skipping out of the room to start getting to work.

Let me tell you something about diseases, folks. I fell deathly ill as a child once; Himalayan milk-gout. A terrible sickness. Chicken pox of the soul, they called it. But you know me, people. I've got an iron - nay, coal country will. The gout ravaged my calcium deposits - but I grew new bones. And today, I stand before you, healthier than any man who has ever stood on these streets, and I've got the letters and phone calls to prove it. 

And it's with the power of this new-fangled skeleton that I congratulate you on becoming a part of the leadership in Brooklyn, Jenbola. The bigliest wishes from the Bigly Boys.  

"Why thank you for your kind words, DonaldTrump ." she said to him, "I would shake your hand, but after those 9 minutes passed I'd be concerned as to where you would grab me. But regardless, I thank you anyway." 

let me be the first to offer my kind words for your new family

I hope you prosper and grow in safety and riches

raises a glass high in the sky for the new leader

Thoros stepped back outside before congratulating the newest New York crew leader, covering his mouth and nose with part of his robe to try and hide from the smell...

Congrats, Jenbola. The night is certainly dark and full of terrors. One of those terrors being you. 

Duct tapes his trench coat into some semblance of one of those futuristic bio suits he once saw in one of them there moving pictures.

I'm not sure if this will keep the germs away, but it looks really cool. Patent pending.

Congrats you diseased animal. Here's to a long life and perhaps a cure. Cheers.

Oh Lordy

here we go again.

Foamy makes his way into the HQ wondering what he's let himself in for.

Harrison stops by Jenbola to congratulate her on her new auth.

"Congratulations Jenbola! Our lines have met in the past and you line were always nice to mine." he said. "I am proud of you" he conitnued.

Harrison leaned in to give Jen a hug.

East_Side_Tacos walks in, leaving a small trail of meat from where he entered.

Congratulations Jenbola, May you have a long reign.