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| Apples and Oranges | Started by: MonsterHair on May 19, '17 19:13 |
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Walking through the streets of Chicago's south side, Mr. Hair saw a lot of unemployed thugs snatching purses and playing dice out of boredom. There seemed to be a severe lack of organized crime in the district that used to be ruled by FuegoSteve. Mr. Hair had been thinking about how to repopulate this fine part of the city since old FuegoSteve became el deado. A few people had noticed the Godfather - Chairman walking the streets and started gathering around him and staring with curiosity. Suddenly, My Hair raised his voice to let them know that a decision had been made about this fine district. "Good day everyone. Today is a very special day, for a very special person. Being only a day older than myself this man has spent his entire life by my side, being like a brother to me. He recruited me to the green regime when we were mere thugs, back when Don green was around. We made a name for ourselves out in Vegas with the late great Slothfather FitzChivalry and briefly under the current Godfather of Las Vegas, the one and only Disorder. When I moved to Chicago I was delighted to have this man come with me, serving as my loyal left hand. My compadre here has gone above and beyond and it is only right that he now takes his own steps into life as a leader."
Mr. Hair notices the boredom on people's faces and decides to stop thinking back on the good old days, it was time to look ahead now.
"Anyways, without taking up anymore of your time, I am very excited to present to you the new Godfather of South Side: Orange. I wish you all the best, brother!" |
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Orange, feeling particularly spherical this evening, took a deep breath and made himself glow extra bright as he made his way towards the nearby crowd. On any other day he could easily be mistaken for a particularly jaundiced and swollen testicle, but not today… today he was burning bright like a magnificent celestial object. As he neared them the crowd parted before him some gasping in sheer shock of how bright and perfectly spherical this person / fruit / meteor was. A couple of particularly enthusiastic members of the crowd even started chants of ‘Orange is better than Green’. Inevitably a small section of the crowd were harder to impress, and one misguided numpty was even heard to utter “looks like a shit space hopper” Orange nodded to one of his security detail hidden amongst the crowd and a swift pistol whip was satisfyingly dealt to the perpetrator. Upon reaching the centre of the crowd Orange put his hands out to calm and quieten the crowd. He cleared his throat, spat out a pip and began to talk. “Good evening mobsters, thieves, ladies, gentlemen and blitz… there comes a time in all of our live's when we reach a crossroad and I have reached mine now. Well a short while ago truth be told, but I digress… What do I do now, which direction should I take, why am I wearing my sisters pantyhose… these are all big questions that I’ve spent some time contemplating” He picked the pantyhose out of his ass and wondered whether he should get a thinner dernier with the next pair. Anyway he continued… “My good friends Godfathers Monster and Prati posed the question to me about taking over control of the South Side. I'd be lying if I said I jumped at the offer immediately, if there's something I've learned through reading journals of my grandfather, it’s not to rush such huge decisions, least of all one which not only affects myself but many others close to me. Over time though my luscious and juicy Orange self decided that I believed in myself that I had the motivation desire and ideas to make a positive impact of Chicago.” Swelling even more and glowing brighter with pride he beamed to the crowd “On that note and with great thanks and respect to Godfathers MonsterHair and Prati I would like to introduce the Citrus family, we’re here to add a bit of zest, a slice of peel, plenty of juice and errr pips?... to this fine city. Please come and help us celebrate the opening of our headquarters with a glass of fresh juice and a polish of my rind.” |
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| Reply by: Orange at May 19, '17 19:29 | |
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Alex was walking the streets when he heard the announcement about Orange and Orange's statement. "Don Orange, congratulations on your new crew, I expect we will be hearing of great things coming out of the Southside." |
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| Reply by: Alexander_Solonik at May 19, '17 21:43 | |
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My late father served proudly with the slothfather and it brings me great joy to see his hands flourishing in Chicago.
May your reign be long and.......fruitful. |
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| Reply by: Malachai at May 19, '17 23:11 | |
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Romance had intended to congratulate the newly appointed Godfather Orange, but was preoccupied by thoughts of her..... how could he have been such a fool to let her slip away through his fingers, the very fingers her scent still remain on. He relished that scent every time his hand drew close to his face.... it was as if she were still there with him, the two of them joining physically to become one, satisfying one another.... He held back the tears... these ruthless Chicago mobsters would view his emotion, his love for her, as a sign of weakness. Romance drew a deep breath and composed himself. He would not let the new Godfather see him cry for her.... he would not give them the satisfaction of seeing his heart hurt. He approached the Godfather and nodded respectfully to him.... "Congrats" he said, his lip trembling as thoughts of her naked silhouette raced through his tortured mind.... |
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| Reply by: Romance at May 20, '17 03:02 | |
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