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| Our lovely streets | Started by: The_Kid on Aug 30, '17 13:29 |
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Ravi was strolling down the action filled streets, as he listened to loud voices rise from left and right, protesting. He was happy to see the streets alive, even if it was for a limited amount of time, but it seemed like the only time people would pay attention to the speeches told around the streets. He had read his father's journals, where many monsters would come to the streets and tell stories about their amazing adventures, and many fellow monsters would come and listen to them. There even where some mafiosos inventing stories, and wait for a random fellow friend to join them in their crazy, improvised tale. Those where fun times, where everytime one would come to the streets, at least one new person had something to say. Nowadays, it seemed the only thing mobsters cared about where explanations. Everytime an influential leader would come out to the streets and explain something, thousands of mobsters would hurry to hear them, and many of them would protest or complain. If someone would come out and tell a story, barely a hundred would huddle and listen, and significantly less people would take part in them. Ravi looked at the streets with a sad look, hoping they would soon thrive like they did a couple of months ago. |
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Nikki took notice of The_Kid 's sad little face, and even sadder speech. She had often felt this way too, as it was no secret that storytelling was frowned upon these days. Despite this, though, there were a few of those out there that were determined to be heard. Kneeling down next to her friend, she spoke. "Just today, Ravi, I heard some wonderful storytelling out here. People like Walter-White and HuskyRadhe2 ...oh, and did you hear the one Cesare_Torretta told? It gave me goosebumps, Kiddo...and he told me he would be telling more! "I know things aren't the way they used to be, but don't give up hope. I'll tell a story with you any old day. And I bet that Seraph weirdo will, too," she added, grinning widely at him. |
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| Reply by: Nikki_Swango at Aug 30, '17 16:57 | |
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Osiris overheard Nikki and Ravi "The_Kid" talking. He had been absent from the streets lately due to recent business ventures. He wandered over to the two and places his hand on both of their shoulders. "There are many talented individuals that roam these streets of ours. I've been considering expanding my radio station from Chicago and broadcasting to everyone across the country. I have several ideas for it, but I had a busy schedule lately and didn't know if there would be any interest. It could be a place where like minded individuals put together stories, shows, whatever their heart desires. Perhaps you two can help me brainstorm and bring this to life?" Before leaving, he gave them both a friendly handshake and presented them with his contact information. Although, both of them were good friends and already knew how he could be reached. Osiris departed from the streets back to his home to draft blueprints for the possible expansion. |
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| Reply by: Osiris at Aug 30, '17 17:11 | |
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*Clink* An empty bottle whizzed past Ravi's head then bounced off a lamp post before skidding into the tire of a nearby parked car, and to a halt, next to the front of a muddied two door ford. Seraph murmured something to himself thereafter from the comfort of a shadowy spot just beyond the crowd. He was fuckn plastered and the bottle no longer had a use. After holding back some upchuck, the Chicago native snuggled into a bush and tried his best to ride out the moment, which was now spinning like a mother.. |
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| Reply by: Seraph at Aug 30, '17 17:33 | |
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