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|Chi-Town Charm||Started by: niknik on Sep 09, '22 10:37|
Paddy sat back and recapped the facts of how he had pulled the smoothest hand to head off with the left hand... Ahh! The ol' puncture a wound and follow through to get slew? Paddy remembers back...
The note tucked in between Paddy's butt and a pants flap continued on but Paddy thought better to keep readin in his minds eye... An attempt at controllin' his deepest impulses. Paddy tried to focus on the current task at hand. Just hang out... Have a good time... But how could he do that? He took another swig of a drink, roughly his 3rd one of the feast so far.
Voices spoke to Paddy. They spoke inside his head and told him he had to speak out. But he just couldn't speak so he continues to just nod. Hangin' his head as he starts poundin' the table. A BOW BOW BOW followed by a shmackeroo of the butterknife, with a BOW followed by a BOW. Paddy's head begins a bouncin'. The beat started in the feastin' hall of feasts y'all.
"DaDummDummDunDiddlyDooDiddleDooDooDooDaDummDumm" he begins chantin' in his native tongue again, the demons of his soul were non-existent when the mind's eye wasn't focused on findin' them anymore. He pictures a jalopy, Ford Model-A. Black on black. All black. With a motor, only an actual demon would want to whip the wheel behind. Paddy found himself centered in the face made by the sun reflectin' off of the steerin' wheel in the sun once again as he just wandered off in his own song.
Payin' no mind to anything but this moment here in space and time...
|Reply by: PaddyPitruzzello at Sep 14, '22 23:21|
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Roco had sent the Paddy wacker to handle a Durden informant within the city of Chicago the other day...
|Reply by: PaddyPitruzzello at Sep 15, '22 22:38|
Hobbs had received multiple invites from Roco the goat master and his fiendish entertainment lawyer, Harvey_Specter. Hobbs knew at some point he'd need to accept out of politeness but he couldn't help but think there was an ulterior motive here. The last time there'd been this many high ranking officiaries across multiple families and allies there had been a Red Wedding affair with multiple people murdered where they stood, or in most cases sat.
Hobbs looked around nervously and scratched at his itchy all hemp fibre suit. He'd been a much better dressed man when BBB had been around. He'd invited Void with him as his plus one, and also if it came to it as a sacrificial lamb so he could make his escape whilst the 'Humble Don' perished in his place.
In truth based on the invitation he was about 8 days late, but in all things Mafia time was not a flat circle. It was a big ball of wibbly-wobbly stuff that meant people could arrive both early and late. He'd brought several "How to be a good Vegan" pamphlets with him to hand out at the event and couldn't wait to tell people about his new recipe for Nutroast and Spaghetti and meat-less balls that he could share with the community, as well as entertaining snipets.
"Each vegan saves hundreds of animals a year"
|Reply by: Hobbs at Sep 18, '22 14:48|
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