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Master Crim
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STATUS: The proof of a healthy mind is not its ability to solve the problems that are before it, but the subconscious understanding not to for the sake of health itself. 2 yrs ago
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The proof of a healthy mind is not its ability to solve the problems that are before it, but the subconscious understanding not to for the sake of health itself.
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Ever look back on your old PM and think "Man that was the shit! Why did we stop?"
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8 yrs ago
As the bowl of patunias would say, as it falls through the air to meet the planet's hard rocky surface: "Not again."
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8 yrs ago
Is a man not entitled to the sweat of his brow? No says the man in Washington it belongs to the poor. No says the man in the Vatican it belongs to God. No says the man in Moscow it belongs to everyone
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11 yrs ago
Talking in riddles is fun. Putting them to poem is better. Presentation is the key.
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Why does anyone care
No one really looks at this part
Its all just pointless.
No one really looks at this part
Its all just pointless.
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Trey returned to the bar in time to hear Max's comment on burning alcohol and smirked a little. "Burnig alcohol is a big waste, but get your hands on some thermite..." he paused remembering from his past. "That is some fun."
It's fine, take your time. It is better to have meaningful posts than rushed ones.
Chovik walked through his medium sized furniture store gettting ready to lock it up and head to the dock to over see a shipment of merchandise come in. As he got to the front door he reached hia hand into his leather jacket and pulled out a ring of keys. Once to the door he inserted the key and locked the door then made his way to the back room where he exited after arming the alarm and locking the back door as well.
He walked at a steady pace to his car, a black two door Pontiac, and got in. He looked aroud the area behind his shop before starting his car, and driving out to the docks. On his way there a car fell in behind him, his boys, following him all the way to the storage wherd the shipment was coming in. Once there he stayed in his car waiting for the delivery truck to arrive. When the truck showed up Chovik grabbed his hand gun from the compartment under the passenger seat and put it in his inner jacket pocket then stepped out.
"Ah, Cho, how's it going?" Asked the man stepping out of the truck.
"Slow and full of der'mo. Do you have the merchandise, Herold?" Chovik asked annoyed, glancing out at the water and getting really close to the man. Though Herold was an old friend of his he still didn't like working with him. He talked way too much and asked too many questions, but, alas, he got what was needed and was out at sea a lot making him less of a liability.
"Oh, uh, yeah it's in the truck." At the Chovik waved a hand forward and two burly men came forward, passing the two, and began to unload several crates. "Business that bad?" Herold asked again.
Chovik let out an exasperated sigh before answering. "Yes, it is." He then reaxhed into his jacke, making Harold tens up, and produced a stack of bills. Harold relaxed and reached out takin the stack. "Now please get in your truck, and let us handle this."
Harold chuckled as he went back to the truck. "You haven't changed one bit."
Chovik's two men unloaded four crates, two labeled chair, one labeled couch and the last one was labeled table. Once they were done Harold drove away into the fading light as Chovik instructed his men where and how to put the crates in his storage unit. When they were done they all got in theor cars and drove away. Chovik to his hotel suite, and his men back to where ever they go for the night.
He walked at a steady pace to his car, a black two door Pontiac, and got in. He looked aroud the area behind his shop before starting his car, and driving out to the docks. On his way there a car fell in behind him, his boys, following him all the way to the storage wherd the shipment was coming in. Once there he stayed in his car waiting for the delivery truck to arrive. When the truck showed up Chovik grabbed his hand gun from the compartment under the passenger seat and put it in his inner jacket pocket then stepped out.
"Ah, Cho, how's it going?" Asked the man stepping out of the truck.
"Slow and full of der'mo. Do you have the merchandise, Herold?" Chovik asked annoyed, glancing out at the water and getting really close to the man. Though Herold was an old friend of his he still didn't like working with him. He talked way too much and asked too many questions, but, alas, he got what was needed and was out at sea a lot making him less of a liability.
"Oh, uh, yeah it's in the truck." At the Chovik waved a hand forward and two burly men came forward, passing the two, and began to unload several crates. "Business that bad?" Herold asked again.
Chovik let out an exasperated sigh before answering. "Yes, it is." He then reaxhed into his jacke, making Harold tens up, and produced a stack of bills. Harold relaxed and reached out takin the stack. "Now please get in your truck, and let us handle this."
Harold chuckled as he went back to the truck. "You haven't changed one bit."
Chovik's two men unloaded four crates, two labeled chair, one labeled couch and the last one was labeled table. Once they were done Harold drove away into the fading light as Chovik instructed his men where and how to put the crates in his storage unit. When they were done they all got in theor cars and drove away. Chovik to his hotel suite, and his men back to where ever they go for the night.
Who are we waiting on?
Thanks I will skim up and see what I can do.
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Can I get a time of day for our NY city?
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Can I get a time of day for our NY city?
Name:
Chovik Moriarti
Age:
37
Appearance:
“Vy are starting to look good in some konkretnykh shoes, my friend.”
Family:
Moriarti
Relation to Godfather:
Step Son (Russian)
Role in family:
Weapons Dealer
Bio:
As an extended part of the Moriarti family Chovik, commonly called Cho, knows he is more expendable than most of the family. With this in mind Cho worked hard to gain respect within the family and tried to make himself an indispensable part of the family workings. He became the big weapons dealer and handler for the Moriarti family overseeing the shipments and running the sales. He became very good at this in Russia with his father but after their cartel was shut down and his father was killed he came to New York to work for his Step Father doing the same things. He runs most of the small stuff out of his furniture shop down town, but for the big stuff he has a storage spot down by the docks where he manages shipments for his store. With all the heavy lifting him and his boys make a pretty intimidating front for anyone who want to try and claim their gun business.
Personality:
Family Business: Humble, quite, loyal unto death.
Non-Family Business: To the point, impatient, waiting to pounce.
Regal Call: Charming, Respectful, Sophisticated.
Cho is not a very patient or understanding person when it comes to dealing with non-family. He has been known to kill anyone who comes close to making a deal and backs off without a reason or just doesn’t show. He can smell a fake from his years with his father and won’t hesitate to make an example of them. If there is any kind of job where someone needs to die quick Cho is your man.
With family Cho will do anything to keep them above him and the streets. He has a forward charm to him and smarts to know when and how to use them. He is normally nothing special, but when the occasion arises he can clean up to a very sophisticated gentleman.
Chovik Moriarti
Age:
37
Appearance:
“Vy are starting to look good in some konkretnykh shoes, my friend.”
Family:
Moriarti
Relation to Godfather:
Step Son (Russian)
Role in family:
Weapons Dealer
Bio:
As an extended part of the Moriarti family Chovik, commonly called Cho, knows he is more expendable than most of the family. With this in mind Cho worked hard to gain respect within the family and tried to make himself an indispensable part of the family workings. He became the big weapons dealer and handler for the Moriarti family overseeing the shipments and running the sales. He became very good at this in Russia with his father but after their cartel was shut down and his father was killed he came to New York to work for his Step Father doing the same things. He runs most of the small stuff out of his furniture shop down town, but for the big stuff he has a storage spot down by the docks where he manages shipments for his store. With all the heavy lifting him and his boys make a pretty intimidating front for anyone who want to try and claim their gun business.
Personality:
Family Business: Humble, quite, loyal unto death.
Non-Family Business: To the point, impatient, waiting to pounce.
Regal Call: Charming, Respectful, Sophisticated.
Cho is not a very patient or understanding person when it comes to dealing with non-family. He has been known to kill anyone who comes close to making a deal and backs off without a reason or just doesn’t show. He can smell a fake from his years with his father and won’t hesitate to make an example of them. If there is any kind of job where someone needs to die quick Cho is your man.
With family Cho will do anything to keep them above him and the streets. He has a forward charm to him and smarts to know when and how to use them. He is normally nothing special, but when the occasion arises he can clean up to a very sophisticated gentleman.
Okay, I made the change. Josh left at about 7 making it 7:40 or 8:00 by the time he reached the town line and looked back.
Is there still room here?
Well... hmmm... I will have to edit that, sorry. Is twilight okay? the sun has set but the last of its light is shining from beyond the horizon?.
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