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| Finally home. | Started by: Anthrax on Jul 21, '15 16:52 |
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It had been a while since anyone from my bloodline roamed these streets. It was late last year, when the likes of Cantillon, Jeddy and the other crazy fools were knocking around, and boy were good times had. My grandfather was a reasonably liked figure head and even a longer time back, one of my ancestor's managed to reach the wonderful position of godfather for a spell. He was eventually gunned down for reasons unknown to me; I do know that with power comes not only responsibility but constant threat. I was raised away from all of the commotion but I would always receive telegrams keeping me up to date with all goings on in this thing of ours, all the good, as well as, all the bad. When I finally came of age I spoke to a few family friends and together they decided to ship me over to Detroit to have a run first hand at this madness we call life. I arrived early in downtown Detroit, with a small suitcase with all the essentials. I looked up the the address I was given and made my way there. It was a reasonably nice looking 1 bed studio a few blocks from the station, it didn't take long to get unpacked and then it was off to meet the new family down at headquarters. I was very nervous but managed to get by the initial meet and greet with my new associates. They seemed like a reasonably nice enough bunch and I was definitely looking forward to my future with this crew. As I left the HQ to have a little walk around, take in the scenery and get some fresh air in my lungs I bumped into a few 'characters' to say the least. That's when I truly started to feel at home. |
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It was merely an act of coincidence when these two characters happened to collide. Shoulder to shoulder, Matteo bumped into Anthrax whilst looking down at his cigarette. He had been lost in thought, hoping that maybe his story would be good enough to rake in some cash for him to bring his family over. He was the first of his kind to make it to the land of opportunities and he wanted to make damn sure that there would be enough for everyone. It was at that moment when Anthrax caught a glimpse of Matteo's apperance; bold lines caressing his high cheekbones, deep brown eyes reminiscent of burnt tobacco, and a fresh petticoat draped over his right arm with a lit cigarette. He stood at a humbling 5'10" with broad shoulders that looked a bit too wide for his structure. Besides most of his atrocious contradictions, one thing that stood out the most was his soft smile; Genuine, heart-felt, and kind. |
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