Hi! I'm Worth_About_A_Pig.

*she stops to notice the visible ghost announcing himself*

So why do people not see you coming? Is this a ghostly apparition of yourself and the real you is actually...

*spins around and screams*

OH! i thought.. you know because, the name... and ... err yeh, no.

I dont have any nicknames unfortunately. Most people call me 'move out the way' and 'OI!'

*smiles and shrugs jovially*

I'm not really sure why they call me that...

*wonders off distracted by the smell of honey*

Quinten comes strolling along his beloved streets when he notices a familiar face in the crowd beginning to speak, making his way over he claps his hand on Jimmy's shoulder and begins to speak...

Jimmy The Ghost Darmody, it's an honor to meet and work alongside with you my friend, I have many nick names around these parts, most which even the most hard nosed wench would stick her nose up at! But we can always discuss these things at a later date..

I hail from a far distant land of my mothers womb, upon ceasing to need her, I fought my way out valiantly and now am before you here today! Quinten's the name, making movies is the game, and I'll beat the shit out of any dumb ass director I come across!

Taking out a cigar with his lovely blend of herbs and spices, he hands an extra cigar to Jimmy to enjoy for himself as they idly chit-chat...

Jimmy had also heard Dormody speaking, and without knowing if anybody listening he started his explanation:

"Back When I lived in New York, I lived in a hugely populated Italian area, and growing up, there wasn't that many kids around, so its fair to say I stuck amongst the elderly that populated my street. It started off a bit of a running joke but it just stuck the older I got. Whenever I'm back home now, they still call me the same thing. Sorry to disappoint but theres no interesting backstory here, just a stupid nicnkname that never left me."

He smirked as he finished his sentence, waiting for somebody else to speak.

Smiling as Darmody cam over to him, Bambino replied:

"You got it pal, I thought you sounded familiar, this place beats the apple anyday right? Yeah, mister, its a pleasure, good circumstances to meet."

 He noticed Darmody was talking to someone,

"Nice to meet you, names Jimmy, but you guys can call me Bambino."

Travis over hears some chattering as he was walking to the nearest post office to...nevermind...He started to think about his nickname.

Well my friend, 

Travis takes a drag from his cigarette.

I believe god had put me here on this earth to rid the streets of the scumbags and dingleheels.  The Pimps, the low lives the fart knockers the spinach rollers and the vibrating pussywillows are all people that must go.  It's a hard tough and lonely road.  So in short, I tend to stick to myself and only go to porn theaters late at night when I can't sleep.  Clears Throat.

Travis takes another puff of his cigarettes.

I call myself Gods Lonely Hitman.

Altair is walking across the roof tops and hears the question that was asked. He jumps down from the roof and startles a few people and turns around to face his poster.

The name is Altair. they call me "Assassino" in Italy and Assassin here on the westurn hemisphere. if you cant deduce the reason why then you don't deserve to know.

Altair gives a salute to the poster and begins to climb a wall to the nearest roof top.