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Post by Kenisha Williams on Feb 3, 2008 22:26:02 GMT -4
Walking these familiar halls of the APW Tower, along comes that nigga Jay Crack. Dressed in nothing fancy. Blue hooded sweatshirt, white t-shirt underneath, dark blue jeans, blue bandana hanging out the left back pocket, and dark blue All-Star Converse sneakers on his feet. He had healed up pretty good since the last time he was hear. That damn bitch, whoever she was, had him sniped. Too bad for her, this nigga don't die that easily. She's going to need to aim for the brain if she wants him X'ed out of the picture. He hadn't found any information out about this shit. Nothing added up. It was like those people were a ghost. It's been monthes since then. They're probably off somewhere. Celebrating his and his homies "demise." Ha. As if he was going to go down that easily. He was caught slipping. That was stupid on his part. He let himself get shot. He let them get to him easily. Should've went back into the Tower when he had received that phone call. Oh well. He has learned from his mistake. Now knowing that he wasn't as untouchable as he had thought in the first place. He'll be smarter next time. He wasn't sure what to do about that situation now. No one knew anything about them. Hell, he didn't have enough information to go off of. He hadn't even seen his homies since then. He didn't know where the hell they were. Probably got the hell out of town. Or even got the hell out of this country. He had heard his nigga 187 went missing. That shit wasn't good. What was he supposed to do about that? He didn't know. He didn't know who the people were. They were like ghosts. Like people didn't see them walk right infront of their eyes. Slipping through people and planting bombs. Slipping through with guns and shooting. And yet, not one person could give him a single answer. Like they weren't even there. Shit was fucked up in his opinion. But what could he do? Really now? He had tried finding answers, but it's hard to get anywhere when no one knows a damn thing. Not like he was going to give up his search, but he wasn't sure what to do next. He figured he'd do what his nigga Jin Remmy said he'd do. Pop up on the radar. Get to work. Get his name out there. Get people talking about him. If these cats that tried to kill him realize he wasn't dead, then they might come to finish the job. It made sense in his mind.
That's where we find ourselves in present day. Jay Crack walking these halls of the APW Tower. Ready to get things crackin' again. Ready to get in the ring again. Granted, he hadn't had that great of a start here. But his name rang bells here and there. People know who he is with the little exposure he's had. He felt like a legend already. It was funny to him. He knew his homie had made it big in this place before. Possibly he could score it big here too. Shit didn't work out in the last two spots he was in. Might as well take a crack at it while he's here. He arrived shortly at the office of one of the CEOs of this joint. One of the CEOs atleast. Gregory Shaddix, his name is. That name sounds so familiar. Hmm... Guess he'll have to see when he gets there. Stepping up to the door, he raises a clenched fist up to the door. Knocks on it a few times before lowering his fist. Then he slips his hands into the pockets of his hooded sweatshirt. Time to wait for an answer from the CEO inside. |
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Post by blaze on Feb 6, 2008 19:20:48 GMT -4
Hangovers suck...Really badly. Shaddix just so happened to be learning that lesson at the moment. Of course, its not like he's never learned it before. Its one of those things you tend to forget and have to learn over and over again...Lifes fun like that...
"Ugh..."
That pounding, that infernal pounding. It was killing his skull. Best to make it stop...
"Come in already...." |
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Post by Kenisha Williams on Feb 6, 2008 20:42:11 GMT -4
Hearing a voice from inside telling him to "Come in already," Crack opened the door of the office and stepped inside. Closing the door behind him, he turned to face the boss. One of the bosses, anyways. An eyebrow arched up as he looks at the guy. Dude looked like hell. Maybe swamped with work? Oh well. That's what comes with owning a business. Man up boss. Quit your complaining. Shaking his head, he begins to walk forward to the CEO desk. Speaking up as he walks...
"Damn. You look like hell, dude."
He grabs ahold of the empty chair infront of the desk and takes a seat in it. Leaning forward. Placing his elbows ontop of his knees. He looks at the CEO. Mr. Shaddix.
"Name's Crack nigga. Jay Crack. Looking to set up shop in your company and bust some heads while I'm at it. Heard you was hiring. Here I am. What's up?" |
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Post by blaze on Feb 7, 2008 2:01:08 GMT -4
Sleep sounded good. And some Sprite, maybe Sierra Mist. One of those would probably be good for his stomach. As well as fix his feeling of being thirsty as hell. Interview! Damn it, thats right. He was interviewing someone here at the moment. It might be best if he focused on them right now. But, it was so damn hard the way he was feeling...
"Ah...Yes Mr.Cracknigga....Its.....*yawn* a pleasure to meet you. Glad you have expressed intrest in joining the APW team. You would be a......a valuable asset."
He thought he was doing good so far...
"Now, we have to start with asking you a few simple questions. Standard protocol or whatever...So, lets begin....um....can you run down to the pop machine down the hall and grab me a coke?" |
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Post by Kenisha Williams on Feb 7, 2008 2:21:18 GMT -4
"Uhh.... What?"
Arching an eyebrow. Damn. This nigga looked stoned. Dude tired. Damn sure had the tired look. This nigga was on something. Definitely wasn't all there. And this cat was supposed to be signing him his checks? What the hell? Jay shook his head. He knew this cat was the boss, but he wasn't going to jump through no loops or be some messenger boy in order to get this job. He'd be better off shoving the .44 Magnum in his jaw and making his ass beg for mercy. Forget that. He simply shook his head.
"Nigga, do I look like your assistant or some shit? Talking about going to get you a Coke and shit... Please... That's what your assistant is for... If you have one... Unless..."
Money was a mothafucka, ain't it? This cat is asking for a "Coke." Does this dude know who he was? Was he trying to score something from him? Awww shit. It's Ohio all over again. Damn it Jay. You and your never ending quest to get paid.
"What kind of "Coke" we talking about nigga?" |
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Post by blaze on Feb 7, 2008 2:58:57 GMT -4
"I...huh....what?"
Was this guy referring to cocaine? No, it couldn't be. Who in their right mind would offer their new boss drugs? But, the thought of passing this over wasn't exactly locked into Shaddix's thought process..
"I...I can't do that...I gave it up a long..."
Shaddix's head begins to slightly tilt to the left. A devious smile gracing his face. As he begins to speak, there is an obvious tonal change in his voice. He was Shaddix no more. Insanity....was now in control...
"Its beeeeen....So....so long...."
The slight smile on his face growing larger....
"I've missed it...sooooo...much. But...Damn! I have no money!...nothin of value to give in exchange for your white gold."
Insanity pounds his fist down on the desk infront of him.
"Aha! I will make you a deal my friend. You give me a sample...Just a small...little...sample line. And you in return...Recieve a basic...APW...contract..."
As Shaddix, and even slightly as Blaze, he could fight the urge. But as Insanity, he had no self control. The biggest of all the flaws this personality carried.... |
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Post by Kenisha Williams on Feb 7, 2008 3:15:58 GMT -4
The fiends. I has them. Goddamn Jay. Everywhere he goes. Everywhere. Someone's looking to score that product. Nigga feel like the black Scarface in this bitch. Hell, if he got this CEO under his umbrella... Think of the power in his pocket he'd have.... Title shot? Here's some uncut Columbian. Commissioner? Here's some of that pure "snow." CEO too? Oh, here ya go. Fresh out of Vietnam. Yeah. The daydreaming of the power he could hold in his hands with a fiend for a boss... That could work out quite nicely. Turn this Tower into a giant crack house. Living large. The World is Yours nigga. Nodding his head, Jay responded...
"I knew it. I got what you're looking for my friend."
Gotta love that money. Well, it's not money. But it's damn sure a good start. Get a nice contract. Maybe a little bonus perhaps later down the road? You already know. Highest paid nigga on the roster cause he got one of the bosses in his corner.
"A nice little sample for a contract here in APW? I think we might have ourselves a deal my friend."
Kneeling down. Unseen infront of the desk. Jay reaches down on his jeans and rolls up a pantleg. Reaching down into his sock, he grabs a tiny bag. About the size of a thumb. Pulling it out of his sock, he rolled his pantleg down. Standing up straight. He holds it up in the air. Thumb sized bag with that precious white "snow" inside.
"This what you're looking for old buddy, old pal?"
Jay sets it down on the desk. Then leaning back in the chair. Smirk on his face. He begins to nod his head.
"Just a sample of what I got instore, my nigga. You like what you see? You like what I got... You come see me... Holla... There's plenty more where that came from... Just don't tell anyone where ya got it and we're cool... Don't need to be hounded for this shit... It's hard to come by... Now... Let's see about this contract of mine."
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Post by blaze on Feb 11, 2008 16:50:08 GMT -4
Insanity examines it for a moment, the smile on his face only growing larger.
"Not so fast...friend. First, I make sure this is the real deal. It passes...You get the contract."
Not having his 'tools' within the vacinity, he reaches into one of the desks drawers and removes a mirror. He would have to consume this using 'other' methods. It was a small mirror, normally of no use to Shaddix, but now...It was the perfect object for Insanity's needs. Slowly, he pours the product from its containing baggy onto this mirror. The little clumps in it broke up easily, good. It was good product and well handled by this man...
"Looks like you know what your doing...."
He now situates this 'white gold' into a small line on the mirror. Taking in and releasing a deep breathe, he slowly lowers his head down to it. Using his finger to apply pressure to one nostrill, concealing it from any intake, he now places his other nostrill to the substance and begins to 'consume' this little sample. What an amazing feeling. It wasn't quite as sudden as his other means of intaking this drug, but its affects would hit full force soon enough. Done, he pulls his head back. Now, wiping any possible remains away from his nose...
"You...your an honest man. The type of man I want on my roster..."
Taking in a few more deep breathes...what magic breathes they were...He reaches into yet another desk drawer. This time removing a piece of paper from it. He places the paper infront of Mr.Crack along with a pen...
"Just sign at the bottom...and my end of the bargain will be done..." |
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Post by Kenisha Williams on Feb 11, 2008 21:10:25 GMT -4
"You know what they say..."
Smirk forming on his face. Laughing to himself just a little. Then cue the best Al Pacino impersonation that he could muster up with his voice. Tony Montana's accent on Crack's voice as he goes on to continue...
"All I have in this world are my balls and my word... And I don't break them for nobody..."
Shaking his head. He laughs again. God, he loved that line. And the movie. Gotta love a classic.
"Hahaha... Now let's see what we got here, my nigga..."
He reaches down and grabbed the paper off of the desk. Looking it over. Yep. That's a contract alright. He begins to skim through it real quick. Noting the important key parts. Making sure he understood the agreements. Nodding his head.
"Mmmmhmm..."
He slaps it down on the desk. He looks around on the desk. Finding that pen that Mr. Shaddix had placed before him. He picked it up. Pulled off the cap. He looked back down at the contract. Signing on the dotted line....
X~ JAYCEON MERCER-WILLIAMS
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""There ya go nigga."
Putting the cap back on the pen, he drops it on the contract. Then he slides it forward to the Co-CEO.
"Anything else?"
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