FrankieTheFishIII walks out onto the streets, and stands on the nearest corner where other wise guys, gangsters, thugs, made men and higher often assemble.  Occasionally and randomly glancing over both shoulders to examine his surroundings, he removes a Cuban cigar from the front Pocket of his pen-striped Armani jacket, lighting it with a tarnished silver zippo lighter. Blowing out a thick cloud of smoke, he speaks to those near him and who are listening.  Since I am yet to meet many of the people involved in this thing of ours, I figured I would come here, get some fresh air, and introduce myself. My name is FrankieTheFishIII, son of FrankieTheFishII, a now deceased Goomba who was found laying face down with a bullet in the back of his head in the City of Los Angeles, and who in life had taught me the valuable skills it took to get where I am today.  I am not what one would call a “social butterfly”, in fact this is unusual for me to be standing out in these streets provoking a conversation by giving an introduction, but I figured I could afford coming out of my bat cave for a moment or two. Getting down to brass tacks, I consider myself to be a respectful person, demanding as much respect as I give,  Loyalty, and Respect being core values of mine that I take seriously. I have come to find that both respect, and loyalty, are absolutely necessary if you wish to survive long in this business, and as a wise guy, looking forward to the day the books are opened up for me and I become a made man, it is my intent to survive, prosper, and become powerful, getting filthy stinkin’ rich in the process.<cackles and grins>  This is about all I have to say for now <FrankieTheFishIII snubs out his cigar, and takes a seat on the steps next to the nearest building, dialing his cellphone to conduct his daily drug business> 

FrankieTheFishIII walks out onto the streets, and stands on the nearest corner where other wise guys, gangsters, thugs, made men and higher often assemble. 

Occasionally and randomly glancing over both shoulders to examine his surroundings, he removes a Cuban cigar from the front Pocket of his pen-striped Armani jacket, lighting it with a tarnished silver zippo lighter.

 
<Blowing out a thick cloud of smoke, he speaks to those near him and who are listening:>

Since I am yet to meet many of the people involved in this thing of ours, I figured I would come here, get some fresh air, and introduce myself. My name is FrankieTheFishIII, son of FrankieTheFishII, a now deceased Goomba who was found laying face down with a bullet in the back of his head in the City of Los Angeles, and who in life had taught me the valuable skills it took to get where I am today. I am not what one would call a “social butterfly”, in fact this is unusual for me to be standing out in these streets provoking a conversation by giving an introduction, but I figured I could afford coming out of my bat cave for a moment or two. Getting down to brass tacks, I consider myself to be a respectful person, demanding as much respect as I give,  Loyalty, and Respect being core values of mine that I take seriously. I have come to find that both respect, and loyalty, are absolutely necessary if you wish to survive long in this business, and as a wise guy, looking forward to the day the books are opened up for me and I become a made man, it is my intent to survive, prosper, and become powerful, getting filthy stinkin’ rich in the process.<cackles and grins> 

This is about all I have to say for now

<FrankieTheFishIII snubs out his cigar, and takes a seat on the steps next to the nearest building, dialing his cellphone to conduct his daily drug business> 

(OOC) Sorry about the double post, if I could delete the first one I would(/OOC)

I can't see double ...but I'll come back later after a few drinks.

Sexy name by the way, we are a rare breed!

TEAM FRANKIE!

Yes Indeed, my friend, the Frankie name is one of great nobility. The Frankies shall inherit the earth!

Frankie, we all need some friends and connections around here. You just gotta be sure you pick the right ones ya know? Those shisty bastards out there..

Striphe opens up a small container that is filled with a few cigars.. offering one to Frankie

Personally I spend most of my time at the casino. At least there you know, their all out to get your money!!

Laughs and remembers his plans to burn a certain casino down for his fathers losses in his notes

How has business been treating you Frankie?

FrankieTheFish steps forward, gladly accepting the cigar, and lights it.

Business is going quite well, the drug market and crime industry is booming with profit opportunities for entrepreneurs such as ourselves who know how to use it to our advantage. I come to find that the Casino is enjoyable, yet bad for my health and piece of mind, my luck on the roulette wheel seems to be horrible, and I'm not too fond of the sting after losing a days profit lol

FroconyII walks up and offers a hand to Frankie

Hey bro, glad to see you out and about

FrankieTheFishIII firmly shakes the hand of FroconyII

Yes, I thought I should get some sun and fresh air. What brings you out into civilization?

Mr_Furley strolls around the corner, and takes a seat outside a cafe.

The waiter, a young 15-16 year old Italian boy, approaches Mr_Furley.

"What can I get you sir?", the waiter asks.

In a soft spoken, broken english accent, Mr_Furley replies.

"A cafe' and a newspaper, that will be all".

Mr_Furley notices FrankieTheFishIII and FronconyII across the street. As Mr_Furley stands to get their attention the waiter arrives with the coffee and paper.

"Hey chico do me a favor and go across the street and ask FrankieTheFishIII and FroconyII to join me.

As the waiter walks away Mr_Furley slips the young lad a twenty dollar bill.

Chico, one day you'll be earning the big bucks, Mr_Furley tells the waiter

Mr_Furley relaxing and enjoying the beautiful day, asks the  wiseguys and business men outside the cafe,

"would any of you like to join me for some company and cafe?"

Champ shakes Frankie the fishes hand.

Hello, sir nice to meet you my name is Champ I am an assasain from the Land of NewYork.

Being approached by the waiter, FrankieTheFishIII in his usual paranoid state, reaches inside his jacket, hand firmly gripping his Einfeld revolver. Thinking to himself "some sucker sent a waiter to whack me?", he pulls the hammer back, preparing to draw out his gun.

Realising the waiter was nothing more then, well, a waiter, frankie lowers the hammer and places the revolver back in the shoulder holster.

"Do you realise that you almost found youself in a body bag, kid?"

With a confused look on his face, eyes wide open from fear, the young waiter begins to attempt to speak, nothing more then a studder, "uhhh - wh-what.. I-I.." that was soon cut off by frankie.

"Slow down kid! You act like you just had some kind of life or death experience or something!"

Frankie gives a light chuckle.

"S-uhh Sir, that gentleman over there requests your company", the waiter stated, still shaken up but now able to formulate a complete setence

"Ahhh, my good friend Mr_Furley, thank you lad." Frankie says to the waiter, as he slips a 20 dollar bill into his pocket.

Arriving from the otherside of the street, FrankieTheFishIII approaches Mr_Furly, greeting him with a handshake, and a mafia slap to the cheek.

"How are you this afternoon, my good friend?"

Noticing champ approaching, Frankie turns around to face him.

With a smile, and a nod, FrankieTheFishIII shakes the hand of Champ.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Sir. Fine city you are from, great for people who enjoy the nightlife. Might I offer you a drink, a beer, some scotch, perhaps a cup of coffee?"

I heard some gunfire and thought it might be an interesting to get a glimspe of what was going on.