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| Rourkes, Rejoice! | Started by: Marietta on Jun 01, '09 02:52 |
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Shuffling inside to a speakeasy, you shake the rain drops from your shoulder. The place looked empty. Just a small group of people chattering happily and an older woman sitting in the corner next to the grand fireplace. You recognize her, from the side of her face, that it is none other than the Godfather of Detroit, Marietta Rossi. On a whim you decide to visit with the woman and head her way. Marietta sits in an armchair, her head bent low as her green eyes watch the flickering flames. Her body stirs as it hears the footsteps of you approaching. Turning towards you she smiles briefly, tilting her head towards the empty chair across from her. "Come in," she says politely. "Sit. I take it you've heard the news?" You shake your head dumbly. You hadn't, in fact, heard any news. Had merely been seeking shelter from the brewing storm. Marietta's eyes opened wide in surprise and she shook her head. "I can't believe... well... let's get you caught up then, shall we? It all started not too long ago..." **Insert dream like sequence here.** It started in New Orleansith, where two Mob Bosses met and decided to combine forces for a week long conference with the local Godfather. There was also a lot of drinking. ThomasRourke, of New Yourke, was a carpenter who hand-made his own coffins for his victims in the line of crime. The other, Marietta of Ye Olde Detroit, was plainly a Jezebel who had no business being in this line of work. Clearly. One night, after a long day of meetings, Marietta drifted off to sleepy land. In her dreams she was visited by a good looking guy wearing all white and whom had large, soft feathery wings. Assuming this was just another, normal dream, Marietta began to stroke the Angel man's wings and purr softly. "Whoa, Miss, you need to stop that," the Angel spoke to her. "I am a vision sent to you from He above." "Oh really?" Marietta's dream self said in a deep, sensual voice. "Yes, really. I am here to tell you that one day, quite soon, you, the named Godmother of Detroit, will bear the Don of God." "I'll do what now?" Dreametta asked, raising an eyebrow and ceasing all forms of petting. "Ye, the Virgin of Detroit, will bear the Don of God in a manger." "Whoa whoa whoa, who said anything about virgin?" "He will be darker than the dead of night, and will do a many great thing-" "Seriously guy, I'm not a vir-" "AHEM! This will happen quickly, within a few day's time..." "I'm just saying you're going to be severely disappointed if you think I'm a vir-" "-SO YOU MUST BE PREPARED FOR WHAT COULD HAPPEN-" "-been with quite a few men lately!" The pair stared at each other for a moment. Angel, obviously irritated, shook his head at the woman with the insatiable, sexual appetite and waved his hand dismissively. "Just... you heard my blessing. Good luck. You're going to need it." And with that the man left, and Marietta's mind was pulled back into a dream direction more to her liking. The next morning, Marietta related her dream to Thomas who then told her to lay off all forms of alcohol and to 'keep the beast tamed in private'. ** It was then that a law was passed in New Orleansith, that no one of Wise Guy or below was allowed to shoot within city limits. Marietta and Thomas knew they had to travel back to their respective cities to pass along the news. The plan was to drive to Detroit, drop off Marietta and then Thomas would continue to New Yourke alone. After several hours they had Thomas' trusty old car, "Donkey", packed up and ready to go. They began their slow and painful journey. Traveling only by day and resting in speakeasies by night, the two finally made it to Ye Olde Detroit. After several bottles of moonshine in the course of two days, though, neither was really in any condition to head straight to work. With a soft hiccup Marietta pointed towards the end of the windy, dirt lane near Bethlehem Lane. "Pull off here," she told Thomas, placing her hand above her eyes to shield out the sunlight. "Up ahead is the old McCready farm. We can sleep off our hangovers in the barn." They parked Donkey outside of the barn and crept inside, passing out among the comfortable bales of hay and barn animals. ** When next they awoke, the sky had darkened considerably and the sounds of thunder and crackling of lightening poured down from the sky. Marietta sat up and made to stand when she was suddenly grasped around the wrist by Thomas. "Wait," the man said, pointing towards the darkest corner of the barn. There, staring back at them, was a pair of glowing eyeballs. "What IS that?" Marietta hissed in concern towards Thomas. Quickly he of Rourke blood pulled out a book of matches and struck it, walking cautiously toward the pair of eyes. "Brian!" the pair suddenly yelled in surprise. There, laying in a small straw cot, was the crumpled form of BrianRourke, waking up from his own hangover nap. "Oh hey guys," he said casually. "How outrageous is it that we would all be in the McCready farm at the same time, lolz?" "Pretty outrageous," Thomas echoed, to which Marietta rolled her eyes. Men. "What are you doing here, Brian? Aren't you supposed to be meeting our contact in the business district?" Marietta asked, narrowing her eyes dangerously. "I did!" Brian said, sitting up in his straw bed. "They kept buying me drinks, and then the next thing I knew I woke up here! I think it's because the story demands it, but I can't be sure." "Safe," said Marietta. "What are YOU two doing here?" Brian asked in response. "We have to warn everyone about a new shooting rule in New Orleansith. And Marietta was having some scary dreams about angels and bearing Dons," said Thomas matter of factly. And with that, everything seemed to hit Marietta at once. The bearing of a Don... in a manger... She surveyed the interior of the barn quickly before turning her vision back towards BrianRourke once more. All of a sudden, through the open barn door behind him, she saw a jolt of lightening hit the old McCready house, attaching itself to the weather vane and spark erratically. The entire house glowed like a Christmas tree, casting a bright illumination over towards the barn and upon Brian's ebony skin... "Brian," Marietta gasped. "I think... I think you're the Don I'm supposed to bear in a manger!" "What? I'm not fond of bears," stated Brian. "Not the animal. Bear, as in to bring forth, produce or give birth to." "Oh, deez." "Not deez. Brian, this is a grand moment for you." Marietta smiled as she stood up and walked towards her Consigliere- nay, her associate and she grabbed one of his hands and pressed it to his heart. "Brian Rourke, dark like a panther and with the heart of lion, the moves of a crane and the work ethic of a sloth... it would be my utter honor to pronounce you as Don this very night." "Oh really? That'd be great, thanks." Huffing and puffing sounds came from outside the door and three weary travelers came bolting inside the barn door. Their wide eyes and strange clothing made the other three laugh, but that was to be expected. They were, as known to the other regions of the United States, known as the Three Wise Rourke Dons. The first Don Rourke was of the name Fork Bartholomew. He stepped forward towards the Godmother and Don, bowing before them. "Godmother, we have come from afar, like down the street past Club Redemption, following the bright light in the sky that is the Star of McCready's Weathervane. A drunken man appeared to us in the casino, prophesying that a Saviour would be born on Bethlehem Lane. And here we are. Is this him?" he asked, gesturing towards Brian. Marietta nodded, stepping behind Brian and placing her hands upon his shoulders. Fork nodded and pulled out from underneath his robes a set of forks made of pure gold. "I hope that the Don will accept my gift. Welcome, Saviour," he said, before stepping behind the other two. The second Don Rourke was a raven-haired beauty by the name of Aurora Conseuela Rodriguez Hernandez Gonzalez. She stepped forward, her beautiful blue eyes sweeping the barn and stopping upon Brian. Kneeling before him she pulled from within the folds of her skirt a small, elaborately carved box and held it above her head. "To the Saviour, a gift from they called 'The RIOT!'. Inside you will find the best smelling frankincense resin. Use it to the best of your abilities." Brian took the box, having no idea how the fuck he would use this frankincense, but felt appeased by the pretty woman nonetheless. The last Don Rourke was a surly looking man, though extremely good looking and with a long beard of the finest fire colored hair around. His name was RourkeyRourke, and though this was a joyous occasion he was displeased. He stepped forward, only bowing upon one knee and took a look deep into Brian's eyes. "Took you long enough, homozotz," he said, using strange slang to greet the man. "I'm aware man," came Don Brian's answer. "Yeah, well, good one. Here have this," Rourkey said, handing over a fine, velvet blue sack. "It's got myrrh in it." "Myrrh?" repeated Brian. "What the fuck is myrrh?" "Step off my grill, homez," replied Rourkey, backing away to join the other Wise Rourke Dons. Together the three Rourkes bowed (or in the case of Aurorahrah, curtsied) towards Brian once more before standing up straight and looking towards the two Godfathers. "We shall stay here the night," stated Fork. "Then tomorrow we shall pass along the greatest of news to the rest of the village, Ye Olde Detroit. BrianRourke, Our Saviour, The Don, has been borne." **Insert outro dream sequence thing.** Marietta sighed happily, turning towards you with a tear in her eye. "And that, young one, is how BrianRourke, our Saviour, was born into Donship just awhile ago. Granted, I did sober up fast enough to get down here and sit by this fire, but that, my friend, is a story for another time." "For now, I'm sure you'll gladly have a toast with me to celebrate the promotion of my dear friend and associate, BrianRourke." |
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| Congratulations Don Brian! Although after that truly engrossing story, I will be drinking water. | |
| Reply by: Pickles at Jun 01, '09 03:10 | |
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| Congratiths Dona, err, Don Brian! Bloody well earned m8! | |
| Reply by: Mickey at Jun 01, '09 03:12 | |
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| Praise be to the Rourke! | |
| Reply by: Grassboy at Jun 01, '09 03:15 | |
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Happy with the gift she was sent to give, Aurora pulled her hair off her shoulders as she stood up and smiled at Don BrianRourke. Part of that smile came from knowing her gift was far better than both Fork and Rourkey's presents put together. Who cares if it was all a dream, beating those two at something was always a reality to her. Congratulations, Brian. It sure took you long enough. I'm so proud of you to join in the Don festivities. I know you've been working hard to achieve this, and it didn't come easily. The good part is, that you finally did achieve this goal you set out to conquer. Thus paving the way for all strong black men who should decide to follow in your footsteps. I'm not too sure they could pull off the cowboy hats like you though. I'm glad I could be part of this joyous time for you, you've done The Riot! proud. And all God's people said? Amen |
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| Reply by: Aurora at Jun 01, '09 03:18 | |
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Congratulation Don BrianRourke, may you continue to do great things for Detroit. Well done Sir. |
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| Reply by: McLovin at Jun 01, '09 03:37 | |
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Congratulations Brian, This is well deserved, well deserved in deed. I am happy to be able to witness this day, Now can you tell me where I can find a cowboy hat like that? I think it could help my sex appeal! |
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| Reply by: JimmyTheLionHeart at Jun 01, '09 03:49 | |
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| Congrats Brian. I raise my glass to you in salute | |
| Reply by: Marc_Jamieson at Jun 01, '09 04:00 | |
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| Congratulations BrianRourke on becoming a Don | |
| Reply by: Snip at Jun 01, '09 05:36 | |
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| Congratulations Don Brian | |
| Reply by: Arius-Ganius at Jun 01, '09 06:10 | |
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| Congratulation Don BrianRourke Well deserved. | |
| Reply by: Lil_Wayne at Jun 01, '09 06:30 | |
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Finally... ...and so deserved! Congrats, Brian! |
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| Reply by: Nickje at Jun 01, '09 08:50 | |
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Congrats Mr Brian Rourke, I think of you as one of the best Rourke's out there, of course, besides the late MickeyRourke. |
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| Reply by: Skorpeon at Jun 01, '09 09:13 | |
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| Congratulations Don Brian Rourke | |
| Reply by: TemperanceMarie at Jun 01, '09 09:21 | |
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| Congratulation Don BrianRourke, Well done Sir. | |
| Reply by: Archangel at Jun 01, '09 09:23 | |
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| Congrats, Don BrianRourke. Very well done! | |
| Reply by: Natalie_Marrie at Jun 01, '09 09:56 | |
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| Very well deserved Don BrianRourke. Congratulations. | |
| Reply by: Novacaine at Jun 01, '09 10:01 | |
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| Congrats Con...Don Brian.:) | |
| Reply by: Shrink at Jun 01, '09 10:02 | |
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It has been a long time coming. It isn't going to stop Rourkey from patronizing you though. Congratulations friend. |
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| Reply by: ApolloJustice at Jun 01, '09 12:06 | |
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| nervously wades through the crowds wondering whats happening, looking upon the collection of villains in front of him he wades backwards in to the crowd with a simple congratultions thinking will be too much g-men here to let him rob nearby stores | |
| Reply by: Carlo_Brescati at Jun 01, '09 13:03 | |
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