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Unpacking The Family Bible. | Started by: mahihkan on Aug 01, '20 18:33 |
Mahihkan had finished moving everything into her new house. Her hands palms down loosely sat on her hips as she scanned her new place. It wasn't a bad place, much larger than her last place. She dropped her arms and strolled towards one of the small windows pushing the curtains aside she smiled as the sun shone through the filthy window. She would have to clean the windows, but she thought she would do it after unpacking the moving boxes. Grabbing herself a glass of water she sat among a stack of boxes set her glass on top of the one nearest here, as she had no furniture yet. She then ripped the tape off that held the box closed, and started unpacking he box. Mahihkan grabbed a rectangular paper wrapped item and unfurled the newsprint wrapped around from it. She recognized it as the family bible that her father had given her before he his unsolved murder. It wasn't even in the papers, he wasn't of importance but an entire district was taken out and not word as to why. The others n the city didn't even lift a finger to defend their fellow brethren when they fell. It was quite the mystery. When she tried to seek shelter and employment from the city that her father had served loyally , she was treated like she wasn't even there. So much for rewarding a families loyalty by keeping the families of the dead employed. So she left the city that her father had faithfully served, and found herself like her ancestors starting over fresh without any connections. This was the old way of doing things when those your family served suddenly turn you out with no explanation. She really didn't feel like dealing with the new house cleaning and the unpacking she was emotionally spent after her father's funeral. She didn't want to admit it because they didn't have the best of relationships, but she missed the ol' bugger. Her thoughts drifted as she held the family bible against her chest, to memories of her father. A slight depression came over her as tears welled into her eyes. She scrubbed them from her eyes and grabbed her glass of water. Taking a few steps she found a large solid box set against the wall and sat on it . She gingerly ran her fingers across the embedded image of her families crest shaped like a bird in flight embedded in the cover. Then opened the book she lifted her glass to her lips and took a drink as she started reading the entry written on the cover. Apparently her family had many generations that worked for "the Family" as many of the entries referring to syndicate were written as. She guessed to help keep true identities hidden in case the family bible fell in the hands of the Feds. She pulled herself from her thoughts and read the written inscription on the inside cover of the book. It was simply titled, The Four Codes of Omerta. She pulled the glass slowly to her lips and took a sip of the cool fresh water as she continued to read. Her father had always had her recite the codes of Omerta, he would also stop her when she mad a mistake with the wording saying in his baritone voice. Mahi you must remember this exactly as it is written, it is the laws of the old world. Many of these new families only practice the first code, negating the law of Omerta all together. Honor the code my dear daughter memorize it and , practice it in its entirety. She wiped a stray tear from her round cheek as the memory flooded her mind. Pushing her thoughts aside Mahihkan continued to read the inside cover of the family bible. As she did an odd sense of peaceful nostalgia washed over as she realized what was written was exactly what her father had her memorize.
As she read the third rule depression swelled over her once more as her shoulders slumped and silent tears streamed down her face. Too many times in this thing of ours has a family member fallen and their death not be avenged or even spoken of. As if not speaking about it will make it go away, instead of fester like an infected splinter deep under the skin. The rest of the conversation with her father about the law of Omerta came to her thoughts as she closed the cover of the family bible wiping the fresh batch of tears from her face.She had asked her father what would happen if these laws were were ignored or forgotten. His baritone voice resonated in her mind calming her somewhat. As she laid on the carpeted floor drifting off to sleep, curled up cuddling the family bible as if it were a doll. Mahihkan if any of these were neglected than a "man of honor" was no true man of honor, and he did not deserve his position within "this thing of ours". No matter what happens Mari you must uphold these four laws. Fast asleep her unpacking and dirty windows forgotten Mahihkan had dreams of the many times her father had her recite verbatim the Law of Omerta. |
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It had been several week since she moved into her new place. It was a quaint little place, she had finally finished acquiring a few pieces of furniture nothing spectacular. Her favorite new acquisition was a table made of mahogany with inlaid abalone in the center, she loved the deep red color of the wood. As she entered her sitting room the calming aroma of lavender and chamomile on the air had soothed her just enough to take a deep relaxing sigh.She took a moment to gather her rambling thoughts before she sat in the over stuffed high back chair behind her desk. HustlinHoe had sent out a memo to all the members of the State of Emergency. It seemed the LHM had recently received some notice he was needed back in the old country. With due diligence he responded to this call of action. This left HustlinHoe with a high ranking and important position to fill within her ranks. She messaged the family letting everyone know she was opening up an application for the position. Mahihkan had no intention of going through the process at first. Really she knew that talent and drive were not enough for a such position within a family. They were important factors yes, but who you know carried more weight than these two factors. Then the evening before the application deadline she received a telegram from the LHM who was leaving for the old country. Encouraging her to apply telling she had great potential. Mahi attempted to point out that she had no ties to bring to the table, all she could offer was herself, and knew this was important to many in this way of life. She was told simply sometimes that was the best thing that could be offered. So here she was in her small office sitting at her favorite piece of newly acquired furniture. She grabbed some blank paper and a pen, chewing on the end of the pen and staring at the application questions in contemplative thought for what seemed like eternity. Finally she set to work on filling out this application. Mahikan wasn't sure this was going to be good enough. Her father would want her to do this, he had taught her from a young age the ways of this "thing of ours". It was the family way of life to work for the "syndicate". They had always worked for the "syndicate" never with them this was going to be large step for her and her bloodline. So she sat with her pen tapping the edge of the table top as she thought of what to write. Writing and erasing and writing and erasing again till she felt it was just right. The worst that would happen is she would be able to put in the family bible that she tried. She then recopied what she had written onto a clean piece of parchment.
Mahi laid the pen down on top of the mahogany wood table and picked up the paper she had just written on. She stood from behind her table and walked out of her small apartment and down the street to the headquarters, Her palms were sweaty and her forehead felt clammy as the wind brushed through her hair.She walked through the headquarters and stood in front of HustlinHoes office door letting the nervousness settle before she knocked don the door. After getting the call in from her Boss she entered the room and handed her the paper. Thank for the opportunity to even attempt to apply for such a position. Mahi's multi colored eyes maintained a respectful but solid eye contact with her boss as she handed her the parchment.
HustlinHoe thanked her for the application and told they would contact her for a second interview if she made it past the of the application process. Mahihkan was both nervous and excited as she left her bosses office wondering how her father would feel about this. Hopefully proud of her that she even attempted such a huge leap in her criminal career.
Several days had passed and Mahi received another telegram. She opened it with slow nervous excitement and within was a message from HustlinHoe. Apparently several of of the family had placed an application for this position, and it was a close decision. So HustlinHoe set up a scenario question to help her make this decision of who would take this newly opened position within the family.
Mahihkan went back into her small office and sat her prized desk and began scrawling out the paper her response to this scenario. She wasn't quite sure she was answering this one correctly, so she took a moment and read through the Family Bible to see some entry from one of her ancestors might help her. She discovered several entries on this very topic. She laid the family bible back on the left hand corner of her desk and laid her pen to paper. Mahikan contemplated this one for a minute. It was written in her Family Bible that a wiseguy should not Pickpocket a CL of any city. Not only was it disrespectful to pickpocket such a high standing member in this thing of ours, only the lowest of criminals pick-pocketed and anyone that was aspiring to be a part of the "syndicate'' surely did not stoop so low as to pickpocket a fellow criminal member let alone someone who had earned a position of power. Mahi put her pen to paper and answered the question in the telegram and then had it delivered. I would apologize on behalf of the crew to the CL as the wiseguy "possibly" made a mistake or simply did not know. Then go to the wiseguy have them repay the amount taken if anything was and have them send an apology to the offended CL. If the wiseguy don't then discipline should be enacted, I would be forced to put a bullet in the head of the offending wiseguy (can't demote him/her yet as he /she is not officially in the family) or extend the courtesy to the offended Cl.
She nervously set the pen down and had the scenario delivered to HustlinHoe. The next day it was announced who had acquired the position. Mr.Carlo_Gambino. Mahihkan's hand went to her head as she realized who had she had been competing with, none other than the father of the Gambino family, the founder of the first families of New York. This actually brought a slight smile to her lips, she would be able to write in the Family Bible that it took a great man from great family to beat her a lowly no name in this thing of ours. This gave her some hope for her future ascension within the family. It may just be possible, and boy if she did it would make her father proud. He only made it to being a Made Man if she could surpass her father in this area, she knew he would be proud of her. HustlinHoe had even taken the time to send her a short telegram telling her it was a very close decision, this gave her a spark of hope as a little more light shined on her future opportunities. She quickly scrawled out a short response and had it delivered to her Boss.
Mahikan had the telegram delivered, satisfied she had done the best to her ability and in the knowledge that her father was smiling down on her from heaven or maybe it was up at from her hell. She then pulled her Family Bible to her opened it to a clean fresh page and began to scrawl out this experience as so many of her ancestors did before her. |
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Reply by: mahihkan at Aug 08, '20 13:07 | |
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Mahihkan relaxed in her home she enjoyed being here alone she didn't have put on the facade that she was a bright and happy person. She didn't have to worry about leaving people in better spirits than she found them. The curse of being a heyoka was sensing other peoples emotions, walking through the streets was very tiring at times. With people arguing here and others yelling there about bad street leaders, and conspiracy. Of course there was conspiracy in this thing of ours, that was why we had the law of omerta. Which unfortunately is not being completely followed . This made her wonder if this half following of the Law of Omerta was the issue, and everything else was the consequence. Well decided she would take this time to relax and went to sit down and read from the Family Bible it always had a way of grounding and centering her.
She went and sat in her overstuffed reading chair in her small office and picked up the Family Bible as she did a piece of yellow aged parchment fluttered from the pages and fell to the ground. Leaning done she picked it up and opened the slightly moldy smelling folded paper. It was a letter from her father written years ago from the aged look of the paper. She sat reading this message from the ghost of her father.
Mahihkan was sitting in her small office reading her letter that fell from the Family Bible when a knock on her door grabbed her attention. She hastily folder the letter from her father that she had not finished reading and tucked into her Family Bible. Mahi went to see who it was peeking out the front window to see who it was before approaching the door. One could never be too cautious in the line of work she had chosen. She was surprised to see her boss, HustlinHoe outside her door. This was not natural she rushed to the door with a knot of butterflies in her stomach, and racing thoughts. What had she done for the Boss to make a personal visit to her? She wasn't any one special in this thing, to garner a personal visit. Unless she had misstep somewhere maybe she misspoke to some one or forgot to carry out a requested job. She opened the door with nervousness filling her core and a smile on her face and greeted her Boss. "Hello Boss, What a pleasant honor you have given me with this visit." she greeted her Boss respectfully as she invited her inside with a slight movement of her hand. Mahihkan closed the door behind her as she entered. HustlinHoe as usual was straight to the point, something Mahi appreciated in her Boss. "You have worked diligently bringing in the collections. For this effort of yours I would like you to become a family sponsor. This is a great opportunity and responsibility. It is very important also, as we need to be diligent in who we bring in to represent the family. So I will have one of the older members of the family guide you through this next step in your career with me." Mahihkan was taken aback for a moment all previous thought of possible failure were gone from her mind. Her words temporarily stuck in her throat, as her new position finally sunk into her comprehension. "Thank you for giving me the trust to be a sponsor. I only hope I don't disappoint in this next opportunity you have given me." With her business concluded HustlinHoe made no waste of time as she left Mahihkan's small home, to tend to more important matters. |
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Reply by: mahihkan at Aug 12, '20 16:16 | |
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It was a nice sunny day so Mahihkan decided a walk in the city park would be a good idea. Grabbing her leather jacket from the coat hook near the door as she left. She pulled the jacket on just as she closed and locked her front door behind her. It was bright day and the birds chirping as a pleasant breeze stirred the leaves in the trees. Minding her own business lost in thoughts of her deceased father she was startled by a familiar voice. It was the LHM of the family she worked for approaching her. She smiled as was her customary reaction when she greeted people. Offered him a cigar that she had pulled from inside her coat pocket. "Hello again", he smiled and took the cigar and thank her then asked her a question she would have not thought she would hear. "I would like to know what your thoughts on becoming my LHM in the up coming future?" She knew it didn't mean she would become his LHM, but just being approached and ask the question was a great honor, and indication of trust in this way of life. "Well It would be an honor to be the LHM of the one of the of the founders of the five families of New York, Mr. Gambino. Unless, you have someone who you would rather have. " She answered in a tone and an exuberance that she hoped expressed her feelings properly. They had parted ways after the brief encounter Mahihkan's stomach all in a knot of nervousness, not a bad nervousness, but the exciting nervousness of uncertainty and possible growth. Mahihkan was enjoying a MaiTai while reading another passage from her favorite book, The Art of War. When the sound of the buzzing of her doorbell caught her attention. She set the book on the table near her chair careful not to knock her drink over and went to the door. She answered it to see a telegram delivery boy. He handed her the telegram and held his hand out palm up waiting for his tip. She reached into her pants pocket and pulled out two bits she slapped into the kids hands." Nice hustle kid." She said dryly as she closed the door. she opened the envelope the telegram was set in and read the letter. It was from the LHM of State of Emergency.
She grabbed her Mai Tai from the table near the chair had been previously and walked sipping her drink and contemplating the questions put forth to her. This was not unlike the tests that had been set before on several previous occasions from this family. She entered her small office sat her desk and grabbed a pen and piece of paper then began to scribe out her thoughts on these two questions.
Mahihkan set the parchment into a sealed envelop. She left her office with her envelop in hand and opened her front door to which guttersnipe may have been running through the alley way. She whistled curtly and caught the attention of a dark haired boy about 10 years old. She handed a couple bills and told him to deliver the envelop to the LHM of State of Emergency. The child ran off with his new found booty and the envelop in hand. Several days later Mahikan got the news from Mr. Gambino that she had been chosen to be his LHM when he was officially authorized. She also received a personal note of congratulations from HustlinHoe. She had a smile on her face and an exuberance in her step as she set out on this new opportunity to learn more about this thing of ours. The next day a car pulled up next to her as the tinted window rolled down she recognized one Carlo-Gambino's personal guards. "Get in" was all he said . She was nervous had she done something to upset the family she thought with the last correspondence that she was doing a great job. She was taken to undisclosed location in a neighbor she recognized and herded quietly in an uneasy manner up the stairs. It was a secret meeting. She fought back tears of happiness as she slowly realized what this was. Her official induction into this thing of ours. After the meeting she sucked the small knick on her index finger as the blood slowly stopped seeping to the surface. A satisfied smile in her multi colored eyes as she realized she had accomplished what her father never had. |
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