"Damn that Oakheart-man!" His wife yelled. "It's the weekend for heaven's sake. Can't that man do a few days without you?"

"Honey, please, lower your voice." The accountant replied. "You know how persuasive Mr. Oakheart can be."

Minutes later the accountant left his home, leaving behind an angry wife and in his pocket the promise of a week sleeping on the couch. He drove his beat-up Ford model T through Chicago's streets in the direction of Logan Square, just north-west of The Loop. Arriving there at the beginning of a saturday afternoon, he took a small table and a chair out of his car and set it up in the middle of the square. The accountant pulled a black, brand new notebook from a bag and placed it on the table together with a pencil. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before he addressed the yet non-existing audience.


"HEAR! HEAR! Make a living of your hopes and dreams today!"

"Many of us join this life with high hopes. Some of those are fulfilled, many are not. Often we seem to settle and accept what life has given us. But didn't we choose this life because we believed we could have more than what federal law and civilian expectations allow us? I'm telling you that you can have more! But even in this world, nothing comes for free. If we want to escape mediocre lives we should stop standing around, waiting for someone else to make a change."

"Do not give up on your hopes and dreams. Do not put them off as unrealistic. Do not consider yourself unworthy. Chase what you want, don't wait for it to come to you. Give voice to your desires. Push for change and get involved. The first step is embracing your ideas, ambition and motivation. Put it in the light and work with it."

The accountant taps on the notebook on the table while continuing to speak to the sorry few that kept listening to him.

"My employer, Mr. Oakheart offers rewards up to $500.000 in value for your written hopes and dreams. Show you've got the fire. Display your motivation and creativity. Help this community by contributing your ideas. Share the future you hope to find in this place one day. Not every dream will be realized with the snap of a finger, but you might find like-minded people who can aid you. Your leaders might find inspiration in your ideas. Your associates might be proud for what you hope to achieve and will start supporting you in your cause. Dreams kept hidden away are doomed to be forgotten about."

Having done the first part of his job, the accountant sits down next to the table, waiting for anyone who listened to write down their ideas. He remembered what Mr. Oakheart said: "Stay there, reward the people fairly for their hopes and dreams, until I come pick you up."
 

You passed by on Logan Square this saturday afternoon and listened for a bit to the man who kept talking about hopes and dreams. After the man sat down, you lift a pocket-watch from your jacket and check the time. You've got a decision to make:

 

Don't break the pattern | Write your hopes and dreams in the book | Share your hopes in private | Get a drink
 

A valid and honest attempt to inject some creativity into our grey scale world. This world needs more life and innovation. That is both my 'hopes and dreams' and my opinion of what signore Oakheart is bringing to our streets here. The constraints we are bound by in this world are only limited by our own efforts and imagination. Dream big, amici, you'll soon discover that there are those who walk with you that wish to do the same. Together, we'll achieve what we desire most when we step out into this world each morning. 

It is clear Rob Oakheart walks his path with a burning desire to offer opportunity to those in this life, to reward both those who take the bait, and himself in the calibre of characters he encounters as a result of that journey. 

In bocca al lupo, Don Oakheart, my family has always driven innovation and engagement, your efforts deserve recognition. 

Chris is out strolling through the streets, hoping and praying that he doesn't bump into that jabroni KaliMuscle or that two dollar, no, fifty cent, no, buy two get one free, does any one have change for a nickel skank ass slut Sasha. So far so good the sun was shinning, the day was hot, just like Chris himself, even the birds were singing in the trees. Things couldn't be much better, well they could, Godfather DoctorBoom himself could come down into the streets. Down into the streets of LA. Walk up Jabroni drive, take a right and walk down Know your Role boulevard. Stop outside the greatest Hotel in all of mafialand, The Smackdown Hotel. He could check himself in, but not today. Today, he was on a mission. On a mission from god to visit the most Electrifying Mobster in all the 6 cities. He'd open the door, and step on in. Stride up to the Check in desk and hand the Rock $1 million. Then he'd reach out, grab the Rock's hand and shake it, smiling. 'Thank you Rock. Thank you for being... electrifying!' he'd say. But this is the real world. Nobody gave the Rock nothing. The Rock has had to work his ass off to get everything he has. The Rock even has to add his own salt to his own fries at Mickey D's. 

It was whilst mulling over this state of affairs that Chris almost walked into RobOakheart. Chris didn't know Rob, had never met Rob, but he had heard of him. After all, he was the hand of DoctorBoom. Chris stopped, took a step back, removed his sunglasses and cocked an eyebrow at Rob.

"Robert... you don't mind if The Rock calls you Robert? Robert... you ask what are the Rock's Hopes and Dreams. You want to know what drives the Rock, what makes the Rock tick. Well you see, that isn't an easy question to answer. The Rock has many hopes and dreams. He hopes that Kali will stop injecting himself with Bull semen in an attempt to make himself 'swole', someone needs to tell him that's not how its injected. He hopes that someday Stefania will find a man and settle down and stop messaging the Rock about Pie and Strudel. Woman, the Rock appreciates the attention, but we are leaders in the same city, a little professionalism please! The Rock hopes that one day Martii will realise that walking around the HQ sprinkling glitter, wearing PVC short shorts and being in touch with your feminine side is perfectly natural in this day and age, and he steps out of the closet. But the Rock doesn't think that these are the hopes and dreams you came for jabro... Robert."

The Rock smiles.

"No, no, no Robert. The Rock's ultimate hopes and dreams are for his Family. The Electric Company. The Rock wants his family to be the best. The Rock wants his family to be the strongest, he wants his family to be the richest. He wants his family to dominate the whole of mafialand... but you know what's more important than all of that... Robert? The Rock wants his family to have fun. You see the Rock has fun, every single day. The Rock gets out of bed and sets out to have fun. It's why the Rocks family have walked these streets for 13 years, fun. you see all to often, we get so caught up in the fighting and the killing, and the robbing and the stealing, that we forget to have fun. We come out here like a 10lb sack of monkey crap in a 5lb bag, spouting the same old same old.... omerta this, why'd my daddy die that, whaaaaaaa! Awww shut the hell up jabroni! Simple fact of the matter is this. At the end of the day, when all is said and done, when the dust has settled and the millions... and millions of the Rocks fans no longer chant his name, the Rocks wants for those lucky enough to serve in the Most Electrifying family in all of Mafialand to sit back, relax, and say to themselves... That was Fun!"

 

Martii decided to take a nice stroll out in the streets, enjoying the scenery and taking in the wonderful air, he looks up to see a group of people gathered around listening to RobOakheart speak. when he approaches the venue he hears a familiar voice speaking while his name is brought up. He looks up and sees the rock Chris_Vaughn speaking about sexuality and starts to wonder what on earth the boss could be talking about. 

"I could have sworn I saw the boss doing that in the Hq. well i guess whatever makes one happy is all good."   martii thinks to himself before he decides to be on his way to the nearest coffee shop to grab a drink with his buddy Madara

Stefania was taking her normal stroll through the streets when she saw a fellow crew leader from Los Angeles Chris_Vaughn making a speech of some sort. The man was a bit…strange…and always referred to himself as “the Rock” but she tried not to judge. Clearly he was just a little special; maybe his mother had dropped him on his head one too many times as a child.

She was prepared to just keep on walking when her own named popped up in his little rant. She stopped short, raising an eyebrow and staring at the man. He gave a strange little smile and then went into some comments about his family. She waited until he was finished before speaking herself, having moved closer to the little group that was standing around.

“You know, maybe ‘the rock’” She said his name with a good deal of sarcasm “Should learn to keep his grubby little fingers to himself and out of my pockets. Of course, you were the one ranting about all the pie you eat and even decided to name the girls whose pie you’ve eaten. If someone should learn some professionalism, it’s you dear.” She smirked, laughing softly. “Honestly, I think you’re just disappointed that my pie will never get added to your little list.” She winked and then walked off, not bothering to look back at his reaction.

Chris smiles, the worlds greatest fisherman had baited the line and reeled in another one.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa Stefania. Is that what this is all about? you still sore that the Rock picked your pocket? Are you still sore that the great one helped himself to what took you all day to earn, standing on street corners... robbing Grannies? Are you still that upset that you missed your chance to mug the great one because you stood there, gawking at the Rock, wanting the Rock, talking about Strudel? Stefania, shuuuush. Shuuuuuush. Don't worry Stefania, there will always be another chance. You will always have another chance to go one on one with the great one.

As for these accusations of the Rock and what Pies he has or hasn't eaten, we all know the Rock likes to talk. We all know that the Rock lovers to talk. Its not like all of a sudden, nobody knows The Rock talks trash? The Rock lives, breathes, walks, talks trash all day long! As a matter of fact, The Rock talks trash in his sleep!

'Zzzzzz Roodypoo.... Zzzzz Candy ass...'

What can the great one say. The great one likes pie. In fact, let the great one sing you a little song about Pie!

Inara rolled her eyes, she had seen it all in her line of work as a companion and this man was all talk with nothing to actually offer any woman. He was the type who would pay extra in order to learn tricks from her, tricks that she had learned at the academy. She knew his type well, all hot air and nothing to show for it. She walked up to Stefania and looped her arm through hers to walk away, but not before tossing off a "You know the reason he calls himself the rock? Because thats all thats in his head." over her shoulder to the man who was so full of himself for no reason at all, from what she'd observed. 

Many are still vast asleep on this saturday morning in Chicago, resting from the weeks labour. The streets are pretty much empty and Rob quickly found his way to Logan Square. It's been a week now since the accountant had been on his assignment and Rob was curious to learn whether the people in the country had dare to express their hopes and dreams.

Rob saw the accountant grow uneasy when he inquired about the assignment. Rob flipped through the pages of the notebook and quickly arrived at a blank page.

"Not much in here, eh?" Rob asked, but before the accountant could try and explain Rob put him at easy by telling the man it wasn't his fault.

"Really, it's fine. Perhaps I should have approached this in another way than putting you out here for the whole week. Let's wrap this up shall we?"

Rob helped the man with putting the table in the accountant's car. Rob took the notebook himself and after shaking hands the accountant got in his car, eager to go home to his wife. Rob gave him a final assignment.

"When you get home, make sure to reward the following people. Wire $50.000 to this Ragnarok fella for his dark and brief contribution. Wire $250.000 to Mr. Gato for recognizing what we try to do here and his matching desire for more innovation and engagement in this world. Finally I want you to wire $500.000 to Mr. Vaughn. His contribution showed effort, honesty in his ambitions for his family and the smart insight that big dreams for the future should not overshadow the fun and joy we can experience in the present."

The accountant nodded and took off. Rob watched the car until it was out of sight before he got into his own vehicle and left the square as well.