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Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2016 21:23:29 GMT 2
Shhhhh.... Put me out my misery
On another cold night in December
From now let's make some memories
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Would today be the day? A rather ordinary question people ask themselves. But not in Johnny’s case, Would today be the day? To Johnny was always in reference to either getting locked up for murder or any of the other crimes he had committed or maybe even his own death. The life he lived was already on borrowed time and the way he viewed it was simply that it wasn’t even his own life anymore.
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Today like every day Johnny went to work at his mechanic shop, he did this and he did that all in the effort to impress his boss. If someone’s oil needed to be changed he’d jump right down to the pit and take care of it no one needed to ask or tell him to do anything. Johnny’s idea behind it was that if he continued to do everything they would need to keep him around…no matter what.
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Unfortunately you can’t fix violence, when someone is considered a violent person, they will always be a violent person until the day that they die. It’s almost like a disease, and today was the day for this disease to show itself to everyone inside Johnny’s workplace. The day started off just as normal as any other day usually would. He was the first to arrive and usually had all the initial work done by the time his cohorts arrived. They’d work a little bit and then go grab a bite for lunch. Usually Chinese food or some subs from the local deli. But today after lunch was when shit hit the fan…
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A normal looking guy wearing a hoody walked in and enquired about getting his tires changed along with an alignment. Johnny happened to be the guy working the counter at that time. While he was checking the pricing on the computer another guy wearing a mask walked in with a 12 gauge and demanded everyone to stand up and form a line in the center of the room. Johnny just sat in his chair and stared up at the first individual that had come in, everything was the same except for the 9mm pointed at Johnny’s face. Johnny’s boss and his cohorts were all in line beckoning and hollering for him to get over by them, when he snapped.
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Johnny grabbed an old antique stapler off of the desk and slammed it against the pistol mans hand and then chucked the stapler at the shotgun holder, clipping the unsuspecting criminal in the jaw hard enough to knock him flat on his ass. Johnny jumped over the low counter and pulled a knife from his work boot, slamming it into the upper leg of the man he had hit first. Without even skipping a beat Johnny ran up against the second man and brought the knife to his neck. ”Was this just a coincidence, or did you come looking for me”? Johnny asked the man, but before he could even answer Johnny, he slit the man’s throat. And then the lights came back on inside of his head and he just sat on the floor, looking at the mess he had made.
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The cops were called, the coroner came to pick up the body and the first man was taken to the hospital while Johnny ended up getting arrested and spending the night in jail. The next morning he was released only to find out that Johnn’y boss was pressing charges for all the damages that occurred inside the shop for that day and he wanted a little over $20,000 to cover everything. Which lead Johnny to call the only person he could think of. His colleague…Tony Dega .
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Johnny set up a time to meet Tony and that’s where he was now, twiddling his thumbs and wanting a drink…bad. But even amongst colleagues he wasn’t sure if Tony would believe him or not drunk…so he settled for two pills and some coffee.
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Post by Tony Dega on Mar 6, 2016 10:49:04 GMT 2
[nospaces] [attr="class","oneword1"] [attr="class","fromyou1"] EVERYDAY I'M A STAR IN THE CITY@johnny
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Alright...what the actual hell was going on with Enigma members these days? When Tony got his job as a lawyer, he thought he'd have to be all fancy in the court and defend his colleagues with style and facts and shit. But nope, today he was going to basically babysit someone's criminal record. Which he did acquire from his contacts all around the city.[break][break]The Italian suggested meeting up somewhere private, since it was a criminal's freedom in the game, and also Enigma's Left Hand he was talking about. No room for errors or rookie mistakes, such as meeting in a bar or a local and risking having spies and other people eavesdrop. So Dega laid out on the table the idea of meetingat the warehouse, in one of the unused, but furnished, office. Ryan had his own, perhaps the Hands had each one, he had no idea, but he knew he had called dibs on this one for moments like this. Or sleeping with Enigma chicks. Anyway.[break][break]There were a few files and folders on top of the desk, a chair in front of it for any visitors, as well as a few pens and such. Anthony was sitting in his revolving chair (which was of great fun when he was bored on a client's case) and looking over the most current files fro Johnny Park's criminal record. God this dude had some paperwork done.[break][break] Once he would arrive at the warehouse and at the office, Johnny would be greeted by a standing Tony (formalities were in the Italian's blood, but he made efforts to see less formal, more bro like) with a hand extended for a handshake. "Thanks for wanting to meet here. I can tell you that it is a wise choice already." Because damn Johnny never stood away from trouble.[break][break]Dega sat down once the handshake ended, and he grabbed a pen, placing his free hand on the paper expressing the police's "view" on this last adventure of Mr Park. Tony moved the end of the pen to his chin, loking at the file for a moment more before gazing at the Left Hand."Alright so..what the hell?" That was the fist thing to ask, in these circumstances.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 7, 2016 3:21:27 GMT 2
Shhhhh.... Put me out my misery
On another cold night in December
From now let's make some memories
Let us make something to remember [div style="width:380px;background-color:#ffffff;opacity:.4;color:#000000;font-family:arial;font-size:11px;padding:10px;border:0px;text-align:justify;line-height:11px;"
A Smirk played across Johnny’s face when Tony thanked him for wanting to meet in a more neutral place such as their own warehouse. He thought it was ironic because every one of them were more than capable of taking care of themselves, Johnny’s problem was that he never realized there was a necessary time to stand down, with his image all over police stations even though he was presumed innocent until another trial, he definitely didn’t need to be around anymore trouble. ”Maybe even I am able to learn a little by my past actions? Johnny more asked than stated what he was thinking, which was true…he didn’t know what to expect of himself anymore.
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”I’m sure you have a lot of work to do other than my own problems, so thanks and sorry I guess, all at the same time.’ He said lowering his head a little bit. There was still a child trapped in Johnny’s body because he never had an opportunity to grown out of being a child, so a lot of his behaviors were impulsive, mimicking that of a childs.
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When he was asked ‘what the hell?’ all Johnny could muster up was a shrug of his shoulders, he truly didn’t know what happened or why it happened. Did they just want money? Did they actually come for Johnny and not knowing which one was him made the mistake of taking too much time to get their job done? He had no clue. ”I honest don’t even remember much of what happened, let alone damaging anything…” He trailed off as he pushed a hand through his hair and sighed. ”I mean…didn’t I save everyone? Should I have let someone get shot first”? He asked unaware of his exasperation showing through his voice and facial expressions. He was upset, not because he killed someone and possibly owed twenty grand, but because it was his boss that was charging him this money, and more than likely he would lose his job, a job he enjoyed.
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”What do you think about this? You’re smart, what should I do…what do I need to do? He asked a bit too frantic for his own personality. Johnny took a deep breath and exhaled heavily a look a defeat on his face.
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