Marietta practically runs into the streets, Rourke and Edward doing their best to keep up with the woman. For how old she was, she certainly was spry! As she waves at the crowd to gather around, the men exchange a look.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!" Marietta cries. "OUR VERY LAST TIMEEEEE!"

The crowd presses in closer and Marietta lowers her voice as she smiles.

"Our very last one million dollar winner, for the drawing at 19:00 is..."

Dramatically she pauses, before putting her hand into the hat that Rourke held out for her. Marietta held it there for a moment, studying the crowd with a devilish smile, before she plucked a single name from near the top of the pile.

Reading it she nods, showing it to Rourke and turning to show it to Edward, who is holding the standard suitcase. He opens it up to show off the cold, hard cash and smiles towards the crowd. Obviously he has relaxed from earlier.

"Our winner is... JackRuby! CONGRATULATIONS!"

The crowd has mixed reactions- with groans and cheers and whistles echoing, JackRuby steps forward to take the suitcase from Edward, before stepping back into the crowd.

"AND THAT IS OUR LAST DRAWING FOR TODAY, FOLKS!" Marietta screams, waving at the crowd.

"We will run the jails for one more hour, and it will end at 20:00. But do not fear! A week from today, next Saturday, we will be doing an encore performance of the very same thing! Have fun in this last hour, folks!"

Godmother Marietta, I had a wonderfull evening !

If my calculations are correct I got out nearly 400 prisoners, I shall rest now for atleast 6 days to get my energy back.

Thank you for the wonderfull evening and all the cocaine you and your friends had to offer.

Marietta steps onto the darkening streets. The sun is beginning to fade in the distance and glancing at it sadly the woman turns back to the crowd.

"Thank you everyone," she says in a hoarse voice, "For participating today. Once more, congratulations to our four winners, Fire, JamaicanMob_Marley, Aiden_Connor and JackRuby. We sincerely hope you enjoy your free cash!"

"Once more, no one should be upset they did not win. Next week, August 8th from 15:00 to 20:00, you will see our repeat performance and will have the chance to win one of the four, million dollar prizes. We hope to see you next week- and remember to participate in our other contests!"

Blowing a kiss to the crowd, she turns and climbs into the waiting black sedan, squeezing in between Rourke and Edward, and nodding towards the driver once she's settled.

I can't wait until then because I had so much fun!

I am going to detroit so I can go for a million dallers hopefully

Dear God, the madness continues!

Shakes head as she walks by Naomi.  You have no idea!

Marietta steps onto the streets midweek and waves a small crowd around her.

"Hello ladies and gentlemen! I am about to pass on some information to you, and I hope that you will all pass the message forward so that it gets out there. As of now, there are only a little over three days left to enter all of the contests for Detroit is Obscenely Crazy Week!"

"We have received some amazing entries so far, and I cannot wait to see what everyone else will come up with in these last few days."

"Those of you participating in the scavenger hunt contest, there has to be a slight change. Unfortunately, the New Orleans restaurant where we left our item was recently burned down. Sad, we know! However, we cleverly (or by mistake, we can't be sure) left a second item in some of the other cities- on the sly! I won't tell you which cities, but keep an eye out. You still have to turn in seven items to compete in this contest. Just make sure to visit those businesses and keep a watch out for anything you may see! This does not affect those who have already turned in their entries."

"Lastly, on Saturday we will be having our closing ceremonies in the form of another five hour Motor City Jail Birds/Random Million Dollar Raffle party. Be sure to join us, we cannot wait to see you there!"

Marietta pauses before waving her hands at the people gathered before her.

"Well go! Go on! Spread the news!"

She shakes her head and watches as the young mobsters rush in various directions down the streets. "Kids," the woman mutters with a half smile.

Marietta rushes onto the streets, excitedly, feeling oh-so-crazy as she has been all flipping week. Grabbing a young man by the collar of his shirt she shakes him a few times and squeals.

"DO YOU KNOW WHAT TODAY IS YOUNG MAN?!" she screams, and he shakes his head quickly, his eyes wide and frightened.

"WELL I'M GUNNA TELL YOU THEN! Today, at 00:00 o'clock, all of the Detroit Is Obscenely Crazy Week contests will end. END I SAY! So get those last minute entries in or be sorry, my friends! NO ENTRIES will be accepted AFTER 00:00!"

"Also, at 15:00 we will be starting our closing ceremonies of Motor City Jail Birds. THAT'S RIGHT! Twenty minutes from now, we will be throwing jails in Detroit for FIVE HOURS! HOURS! HOURS!"

"AND THAT'S NOT ALL! Being crazy means reserving the right to change your mind at any fucking time you please. And that's why, instead of giving out four million in prizes today... I've decided to make it EIGHT MILLION! THAT'S RIGHT! EIGHT PEOPLE, INSTEAD OF FOUR, WILL WALK AWAY WITH ONE MILLION DOLLARS EACH!"

"ARE WE INSANE OR WHAT?!"

Letting go of the young man she smiles and shrieks in glee once more.

"GO GET READY NOW, YA HEAR?!" she calls, before dashing down the street to bribe the police and prepare the jails.

I'm already there and ready to party. Godmother, you rock!

Marietta nods towards Rourke and Gabriel, who immediately turn and walk towards the jail with a large brief case of money (once more) to tip of the police to turn a blind eye. Once they are out of sight, Marietta turns towards the waiting crowd and smiles delightedly.

"Alright ladies and gentlemen, WHO IS READY?! On your mark, get set, JAIL JAIL JAIL!"

"Remember, we will keep you updated of Detroit drug prices with this poster here, and be respectful and courteous of one another in jail! Also keep in mind you must be active for a full half an hour, criming and jailing in Detroit, to be eligible for the eight, one million dollar drawings we are doing today."

"HAVE FUN!"

Adding my part to DIOCW I will give the next person to break me out $100,000. See I'm not that much of a prick as most think.

Paul smiles and heads toward the city jail.

Aug 08, '09 15:41 Marietta broke you out of jail.Your accountant has made payment of $100,000 to Marietta.

Marietta walks onto the streets, flanked by several of her RIOT! associates. This was a big operation. Eight million dollars to give away over the course of five hours? Could it be done? Oh hell yes it could.

With Gabriel and Rourke each carrying a briefcase of one million dollars each, and Grassboy carrying the ceremonial name drawing hat, Marietta took charge of the small group and stopped right in front of the other gathered Mafiosi, all of the salivating at the chance to be one of the lucky one million dollar winners.

"Men and women of our fair country, it is 16:00 o'clock. You know what that means... it is time for our FIRST ONE MILLION DOLLAR DRAWING... TIMES TWO!"

The crowd cheered, ripping clothing off of one another and someone even punched someone else in the face. It was madness. Pure, sheer madness. And Marietta loved it. Nodding towards WillieRourke, he approached Grassboy and grabbed one of the slip of papers out of the hat. Passing it over to Marietta she read it with a smile and pointed towards Rourke, who held his briefcase in the air.

"Our FIRST million dollar winner at this moment is.... Judge_Holden!"

Judge_Holden squealed and rushed forward to grab Rourke's briefcase. Marietta waved her hands and called for silence once more. Nodding towards MonoxideChild, he strode forward and pulled one of the names out of the hat and handed it to Marietta. Reading the name to herself she cleared her throat towards Gabriel, who held his briefcase into the air this time.

"And our SECOND million dollar winner at this moment is... Bloodflower!"

With a smile Bloodflower strode forward and took the briefcase, almost dancing back to her spot in the crowd.

"Alright everyone, get back to breaking and get back to crazy!" Marietta yelled, waving everyone away.

LuckyNellerie snorts and bucks and kicks down a nearby fence. Oh joy, everyone was excited today!

"Thank you Godfather Marietta, and thank you Detroit. I love Detroit Is Obscenely Crazy Week! I'm trying to get all the good out of it. One million dollars...if that ain't crazy it will kindly do 'til crazy comes along."

goes back to dragging hapless mobsters under the wire again

holding her briefcase she turns back to Godmother Marietta she smiles and says *Thanks a lot! It was really fun and crazy....took me sometime to realise it was true....*

Marietta steps onto the streets once more with Rourke and Gabriel, smiling and skipping as she went. Oh joy! Stopping in front of the crowd she waved the Mafiosi over, and they quickly scampered, biting and jumping and clawing at the chance for one of those millions.

"Alright, lets waste no time!" Marietta calls, clapping her hands together.

"Our THIRD one million dollar winner of the day is... Merces!"

Merces throws a hat into the air and dances forward to grab the briefcase of money from Gabriel before dancing back towards the crowd.

"Alright!" Marietta called over the cheering. "Our FOURTH million dollar winner of the day is... micky! CONGRATULATIONS!"

Micky smiled sheepishly and gladly took the briefcase from Rourke, nodding his head graciously.

"Our second drawing period for the day is over, folks! Keep in mind there will be TWO more drawings, at 18 and 19 o'clock! You MUST be actively criming in the city for half an hour before the drawing to qualify."

"Thanks, and get back to bustin'!"

Merces jumps down from the stage and pushes his way through the crowd with the briefcase, punctuating the roaring  cheers of the crowd with joyous expletives. At the back of the crowd he screams toward the stage:

"Thankyou, Godmother Marietta! Thankyou everyone!"

A certain something told Merces that he and all of Detroit were only going to get crazier as the night went on...

Wandering out with Grassboy and Monoxide, both holding their own briefcases this time, Marietta called over the group of mobsters in Detroit once more. Smiling and clapping, she gestured towards WillieRourke who was holding the fedora of names this time.

"Okaaaay ladies and gents! We're getting ready to announce our fifth and sixth winners of the evening for our 18 o'clock drawing- both walking away with one million dollars each! ARE WE CRAZY OR WHAT?!"

Marietta signals to Willie who pulls a name out of the fedora and hands it over. Reading it quickly the older woman holds up her hands for silence.

"Our FIFTH winner of the evening, everyone, is Silvio- congratulations!"

Silvio scampered over and grabbed the briefcase from Grassboy, hollering in happiness. Marietta shook her head, amused, before calling for silence once more. Willie pulled out another name and handed it over to Marietta with a nod. She read it and nodded in response.

"Breathe, ladies and gentlemen. Are you ready? Our SIXTH winner of the evening, everyone, issss... Tallien! Come collect your prize!"

Walking forward with a straight face, Tallien took the briefcase from MonoxideChild without even a hint of a smile. Widening her eyes Marietta watched as he walked down the street and kept walking.

"Well... alright then! Ladies and gentlemen we have ONE more drawing tonight at 19 o'clock! Please stick around and enjoy the jail, because you never know if YOU could be one of the million dollar winners!"

Tallien took the briefcase from MonoxideChild without even a hint of a smile. He walked down the street and kept walking.

~T~