(CWB walk into the bank just minding his own business when all of a sudden he just pulls out a 357 and aims it at the lady at the desk at the lady)

Listen lady give me all the money in a bag and dont make a sound!

(all of a sudden some enemys show up at the bank. CWB gives them a stare and one of them gives a stare to CWB. With out even thinking CWB drops him with the gun and the lady starts crying. CWN tells the lady to shut the fuck up)

Give me all the money in a bag!

The lady says y-y-yes I will do that just please dont shoot! CMW calls FistOPain to get the car. He runs out the door with the bag of money and the lady pulls out a gun and shoot ColdWindblows in the arm

'Aw FUCK!"

(the enemy mob pulls there guns out and starts to shoot at CWB as he runs out the door holding his bloody arm (OOC- to be continued or if you want to add to the story I dont mind)

*Sighs*

*you hear music from afar*

*From a distance you see a giant shadow*

I drive up in an escalade with 26's (OCC: thats right 26's haha) guns-a-mutha-fuckin-blazin

*I spin the car around to see Fist-O and that clown ColdWinBlow sitting their frieghtened*

Get in boss

*Shoots cold win blos in the kneecap*

Dont ever put the boss in danger again

*lowers the gun from colds head*

get in boy

*Sees more enemy mob dudes comin and takes off peeling out like hella*

*you hear gunshots*

um I didnt put the boss in any danger its just a story. don't like it guess what I DONT CARE

*che hear gunshot and look outside to see car driving away from bank v quick with 2 more car following*

Between the responsibilities she had as a crew leader, hunting down prey her Godfather would be okay with and stalking the streets with Minion, Tokyo didn't have much down time. So when she was able to have some time to herself she spent it sneaking into the houses of notable mobsters, rifling through their closets until she found their families journals.

She'd sit there in the bottom of those dark glamorous dressing rooms and read until either the home owners got home or just before the sun came up. They were like jungles of clothes, specially if it was a day or so since the maid had been around. One night, a journal had led her laughing carelessly into the wee hours of the night. The only thing that was stopped her was the loud slam of the front door. Tokyo snuck out of the bedroom window and slide down the drain pipe. This would have been much sexier if half of her wasn't decomposing. 

After a safe distance from the home, she pulled a sheet of paper out of her jacket. Oh, how the coldwindblew on her cheeks as she has smuggled the page from iBetaTestedyourGirl's diary out of the prison it had been abandoned to. It wasn't the greatest work of art, it didn't teach her how to be a better gangster. Though, she clutched it to her heart, loving the pure entertainment it gave her. 

TokyoZombi scurried off into the darkness like a bat out of hell.

Chong is taking a walk down the street after newly being made, feeling good and holding a few blunts in his hand in preparation for a nice smoke session with any random person. It doesn't take long for him to hear some commotion down from the bank. 

"Well the doesn't sound pleasant. Oh well, not my bank, not my money dude." 

Chong continues to stroll away when his impatience got the better of him and he sparked up one of his blunts, calling it an "appetizer".