The man steps off the boat onto dry land once again. He looks around from side to side checking out his new surroundings and notices a nice bench to have a seat on and collect his thoughts before moving on to his next adventure in his new home.

BigBlackMan enjoys the weather and takes a big breathe of fresh air smell as an odd man approached the man and sat next to him. As he introduces himself as Tim Peterson, the BigBlack man had already noticed the gold rings on his fingers and began to ponder what else he may have on him, back in his home land, pick pocketing was one of the favorite past times for the working man trying to earn his bones.

After about fifteen minutes of chit chat Mr. Peterson invited BigBlackMan to a local pub to have a drink. After agreeing they leave off for the bar, adrenaline begins to pump through BigBlackMans body and mind as he begins to think out the situation of dragging this poor fool into a nearby alley and beating him to a pulp for his ignorance of following his mums simple rule of "Never talking to strangers".

BigBlackMan grabs a billy club he had hidden in his bag with him before he got on the boat, he quickly throws Timmy Peterson into the nearby alley and begins to pummel him against the back of the head with his club until he stops moving. He grabs his wallet and turns the battered fools pockets inside out before he darts off down the alley.

Mr. Peterson, laying there bruised and beaten was trying to replay why he was being brutally beaten after trying to welcome this man to our streets anew. The sirens he hears coming to his rescue make him feel like he might actually make it, Noticing the blood trickling down his face he blacks out. Waking up in the hospital some hours later, Mr. Peterson finds a police officer wanting to ask him questions and he politely asks him to describe the attacker as best as he can...

"A-all I know is officer, h-he called himself The BigBlackMan... but he's actually white..."

Walking down one of the cities many streets, Vehement notices a small cat in the near distance, it's mewing bugs him for an odd reason and will not leave his head; it echoes inside of him like a drum that won't quit until finally he pulls out a knife and runs towards the feline. The cat darts down an alley and Vehement surely follows for no other reason than to end the continual sounds coming from the damned beast. After a few moments of chase he notices two men talking what seems to be near a bar.

Vehement watches one of the men pull something from what looks to be a purse, his attention leaves him however as the cat comes back into view, now on the edge of a roof right next to the gutter. He smiles at the cat as he begins to try climbing up a few boxes while he hears pounding in the distance, he looks up to see one of the men pounding into the other with what seemed to be a club, but this was of no matter to Vehement.

He notices the cat slyly moving above him, taking one of his hands he leaps at the cat but the boxes fall and Vehement falls with them. His eyes close as he attempts to muster the strength to stand back up, now hearing a few sirens he decides it would be best to try and leave the area, he gets up and runs towards where the other two men were at, only one is there however, bloodied and bruised to what seems beyond repair. Deciding to see what he can take he notices that there is nothing left, must have been cleaned out already.

The sirens get louder as the cat runs past his legs, Vehement smiles as the chase continues...

doogle had a long night - first, he attended a birthday party for his nephew, Nicky. Alcohol was served for all the adults and doogle was sure he received his fair share. As evening came, doogle hit the town with some of his fellow Mafiaso of New York - associates from all over the city were getting together to become more familiar with each crew. Once out, doogle ran into a couple old friends from Detroit and Chicago who continued to keep the drinks flowing for their childhood friend.

The last thing doogle remembered was throwing up on a "working woman" before his LHM carried him out of an upscale "business establishment." As his memory slowly returned, he realized he was waking up in a foreign location. An alley trashcan, to be exact. He heard a commotion right outside of his smelly sleeping place and reached for his weapon. He peeked out of the trash can and saw two men having a disagreement...the one with the club seemed to be winning this particular debate.

As sirens began to whirl, doogle decided it'd be best if he got the hell out of there. As he passed the bloody pulp, he tossed him a stack of ones he forgot to use the previous night. Jesus, get yourself cleaned up.

The man stared back at doogle - You don't look much better, the man thought as doogle hustled out of the alley.