Post by Kenisha Williams on May 27, 2008 2:09:25 GMT -4
Time:[/u] May 26th, 2008
Location:[/u] Toronto, Canada
Place:[/u] None Ya Business Boulevard
Location:[/u] Toronto, Canada
Place:[/u] None Ya Business Boulevard
The first would be sitting to the left of Jay. That man would be Frankie Marcello, representing the Marcello family. A young Italian fellow dressed in a fine gray and white Armani suit with a vibe that just screamed organized crime boss. Dark black shades rested on his face as he looked around the table at those who were here. He stood at 6 feet tall. His features included black slicked back hair, with a neatly trimmed goatee, dark brown eyes, and tanned skin. He would be filling in for the Don, as Don Michael Marcello has been ill as of late. The case may be serious and ultimately fatal in the end. This would be one step for Frankie in taking control of the family “business” when his father passes the torch. A smirk crossed his lips with that cocky personality being quite evident as he sat there. With an obvious feeling that he was better than those who were here, but he kept his mouth shut in order to make sure that the deal was going through as planned. His father made sure that it got through to his head that he was to not let his hot headedness get in the way of what could turn into a beautiful business deal.
Sitting next to Frankie sat the Japanese Yakuza princess, Chiyo Ukita. Running her own family business back in Japan. She was roughly in her mid 20s. Dressed in a dark black suit jacket, a white undershirt, a black tie could be seen hanging from her neck, black dress pants from the waist down to her black wing tip shoes. She had the look about her that you could just tell she was all about business. She wasn’t the typical woman you’d think. She was more of the serious type and had little to no compassion for anyone. You could call her an ice princess of sorts. Her ice cold personality was only matched by her ruthless tactics in order to get the job done by any means necessary. You wouldn’t want to mess with her. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorn, they say. And it’s not wise to piss off Ms. Ukita, unless you’re looking to be found in peaces all over the ocean.
Sitting across the table from Frankie Marcello was the Bolivian drug lord named Hugo Morales. Jay didn’t have too much love for this tub of lard. This fat bastard was not known to be as jolly as you’d think most he was. Hot tempered, greedy, and an overall nasty person. He slumped over in his seat as he dabbed his face and balding head with a white handkerchief. Guess you could say it was a long, hard walk for him to arrive here. It’s a wonder why you couldn’t see the sweat stains on his tan suit jacket. But Jay was going to have to restrain himself from lunging across the table and taking him out right here, right now. It was a business meeting. It was to end any and all bullshit that may have been going on. If this guy was to fuck up, then Jay would make sure to topple the lard ass where he sat.
Gabriel Cornileu would be next in line. This Russian boss was not the kind of person that you would want to meet in a dark alley. He had a knack for torture and was a bit of a sadist. He knew how to get answers whether you choose to speak them freely or he has to force it out of you. You probably wouldn’t be able to tell it just by looking at the man, but this sick freak enjoys receiving and delivering pain. He may appear to be a professional by looks alone, but underneath that devious smirk lies the mind of a mad man. Why was he here? Well, of course, he was a rather good business man despite his private activities he engages himself in. Just remember not to piss him off, and you won’t find yourself in a dark room with him. It won’t be pretty.
After him, that only left Carlos González. Columbian boss. This guy is what we like to call a chazzer. Do you know what a chazzer is? It’s a Yiddish word that means pig. Carlos González is a pig. He wants more than what he has. Greed is an evil thing. It’s something that Carlos here has grown to make a habit out of. Which is what brings us to this meeting. Why have such a greedy person involved? Perhaps he could make plenty of money putting that greed into good use. Now, he’s going to be one that they will have to keep an eye on. Don’t want to end up having to take care of Carlos because he wanted more than what he agreed to tonight. He’s high on the list as is of those expected to fuck this up. Plans have already been put into motion if or when it may happen.
Last but certainly not least, at the other end of the table sat the man who orchestrated this whole ordeal. Human Crack in the Flesh. The last of the best. One word to describe him? Spectacular… yes. Jayceon Mercer-Williams, better known to the world globally as Jay Crack. He sat forward in his chair with a smirk on his face. Placing his elbows ontop of the table as he looked around those at the table with him. Reaching up to take his blue tinted shades from his face and placed it in the front pocket of his navy blue pinstripe suit jacket. Behind him stood the ever silent but deadly man known to the world as Young Felony. Leaning up against the wall with his arms folded as he kept a close on the others. Making sure he doesn’t see anyone try any funny stuff. Providing security for Jay during this meeting. Jay leaned back in his seat and began…
"Good evening lady and gentlemen. Glad to see that all of you could make it here. I trust there wasn't too much trouble with traveling. If there was, my sincerest apologies."
Marcello: "Better apologize. Hahahaha."
"Yeah, yeah Frankie. Anyways, let's get down to business. Shall we? I'm sure all of you know by now that I'm a man of opportunity. When I see something I want, I take it. It's as simple as that. If there is something I desire? You can bet your ass that I'm going to be the one who will attain it by any means. There's a lot of money to be made out there that isn't in our pockets. There are others out there who think they got the hottest product out on the market. I assure you, those people have no idea what's coming. They won't know what him them. You might be asking yourself right now... Just what the hell is Mr. Williams going on about? Well, let me tell you... Actually... Let me show you."
All eyes on Jay as he turns to Felony. Reaching out to him, Felony lifted a briefcase that he was holding at his side and handed it to Jay. With a nod, Jay takes the briefcase and sets it down on the table infront of him. Slowly rising from his seat, he looks at those around him with that smirk on his face.
"Now... I know we've made tons in the past off such things as... Rackets.... Gambling.... Selling... Women... And, I'd like to consider myself old school. I actually like what the old ways have taught us. But it's a new day people. It's a new time. What we have had in the past? It's simply wearing off on our customers. They're not feeling it anymore. They're not feeling that same kind of high as they are used to back in the day. All of our customers are off experimenting. Running off to the competition and leaving us in the dust. Which, I'm sure you all feel the same way as I do. We can't let the competition get up on us. It'll only be a matter of time before they start pushing in on our territories. It'll only be a matter of time before they start thinking that they can just run in and take over. And I will not stand for that. I'm sure you all agree right?"
Ukita: "Of course. If anyone even tries to steal what I've built... I will personally mail the heads of my enemies back to their families. That is a promise."
Cornileu: "Exactly. I've seen a few pushers sniffing around my neck of the woods. Let me tell you, I made sure that they rued the day that they stepped foot on my turf."
"I would expect nothing less. Now... What I have in this briefcase is our ticket to top. Trust me. You’re going to see more money that you could ever imagine here.”
Jay leaned forward, placing his hands on the locks of the briefcase. Popping them open, he began to stand up straight and open the briefcase for all to see. What lied inside were packages of what appeared to be white power. Those around the table leaned forward and looked inside. Frankie raised an eyebrow and looked up at Jay.
Marcello: “Coke? That’s your big ticket to some real cash? Cocaine? I thought you had something special. We’ve got this already. This isn’t something new. I figured you would have had something better than this.”
“On the contrary Frankie, this isn’t your ordinary kind of cocaine. It’s my own… special blend. One hundred percent pure, unadulterated coke provided by yours truly. It’s something that I’ve been working on back at the House you know. Let’s say, I’ve put my own little spin on this stuff and let me tell you, the fiends can’t get enough of it. Say it gives them some kind of “super high” type of shit. You know? If you don’t believe me, take a test for yourself.”
Jay held the package in his left hand as he reached into his pocket with the right. Pulling out a navy blue and black butterfly knife. Flipping it open, he took the blade and poked it into the packed. Pulling back, he tore open a small hole and then tossed the package into the middle of the table for all to see. All of them leaning forward to take a look at it. Now with a better look at it, the white power seemed to have a slight light, light blue tone to it. Perhaps it was something new? Carlos would be the first to test it. Reaching forward, he stuck his index finger into the powder and lifted a tiny amount out. He lifted his hand up to his left nostril and took a hard sniff. And from there, Carlos fell back into the chair and enjoyed the ride that came with it.
Cornileu: “Well…?”
González: “Good shit. Real good shit.”
That simply made Jay’s smirk grow bigger. He knew that damn pig was going to try it out. Jay knew that Carlos has a problem with getting high on his own supply. He could have predicted this was going to happen. Jay looked around at the satisfied faces of his associates here.
“I told you. Now…. How about it folks? What do you say?”
Morales: “What do you call this stuff?”
“I would call it Blue Magic. Such a fitting name for this kind of product. Unfortunately that name’s been taken already. Damn Lucas…. Hahahaha… The name that I've decided to give it is…. Blue Heaven. Cause this shit will get you sky high and beyond. You know?"
Ukita: "Yes."
"Hahaha. I take it then we're all in agreement over this?"
Marcello: "Of course."
Morales: "Indeed."
Ukita: "Yes."
Cornileu: "Count me in on this."
González: "Yeah senor."
"Good. I'll be making sure to make arrangements later tonight for shipments to be sent to your homes. It's been a pleasure doing business with you all. Hope to make a bright future for each of us."
As Jay looked around the table, he could see the satisfaction on their faces. Nodding his head, he reached down into the briefcase and pulled a second package of Blue Heaven out and held it up.
"Prepare yourself folks. Money's just going to come flooding in once this hits. Our competition is going to be in for a rude awakening."
TO BE CONTINUED...
[/font]Sitting next to Frankie sat the Japanese Yakuza princess, Chiyo Ukita. Running her own family business back in Japan. She was roughly in her mid 20s. Dressed in a dark black suit jacket, a white undershirt, a black tie could be seen hanging from her neck, black dress pants from the waist down to her black wing tip shoes. She had the look about her that you could just tell she was all about business. She wasn’t the typical woman you’d think. She was more of the serious type and had little to no compassion for anyone. You could call her an ice princess of sorts. Her ice cold personality was only matched by her ruthless tactics in order to get the job done by any means necessary. You wouldn’t want to mess with her. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorn, they say. And it’s not wise to piss off Ms. Ukita, unless you’re looking to be found in peaces all over the ocean.
Sitting across the table from Frankie Marcello was the Bolivian drug lord named Hugo Morales. Jay didn’t have too much love for this tub of lard. This fat bastard was not known to be as jolly as you’d think most he was. Hot tempered, greedy, and an overall nasty person. He slumped over in his seat as he dabbed his face and balding head with a white handkerchief. Guess you could say it was a long, hard walk for him to arrive here. It’s a wonder why you couldn’t see the sweat stains on his tan suit jacket. But Jay was going to have to restrain himself from lunging across the table and taking him out right here, right now. It was a business meeting. It was to end any and all bullshit that may have been going on. If this guy was to fuck up, then Jay would make sure to topple the lard ass where he sat.
Gabriel Cornileu would be next in line. This Russian boss was not the kind of person that you would want to meet in a dark alley. He had a knack for torture and was a bit of a sadist. He knew how to get answers whether you choose to speak them freely or he has to force it out of you. You probably wouldn’t be able to tell it just by looking at the man, but this sick freak enjoys receiving and delivering pain. He may appear to be a professional by looks alone, but underneath that devious smirk lies the mind of a mad man. Why was he here? Well, of course, he was a rather good business man despite his private activities he engages himself in. Just remember not to piss him off, and you won’t find yourself in a dark room with him. It won’t be pretty.
After him, that only left Carlos González. Columbian boss. This guy is what we like to call a chazzer. Do you know what a chazzer is? It’s a Yiddish word that means pig. Carlos González is a pig. He wants more than what he has. Greed is an evil thing. It’s something that Carlos here has grown to make a habit out of. Which is what brings us to this meeting. Why have such a greedy person involved? Perhaps he could make plenty of money putting that greed into good use. Now, he’s going to be one that they will have to keep an eye on. Don’t want to end up having to take care of Carlos because he wanted more than what he agreed to tonight. He’s high on the list as is of those expected to fuck this up. Plans have already been put into motion if or when it may happen.
Last but certainly not least, at the other end of the table sat the man who orchestrated this whole ordeal. Human Crack in the Flesh. The last of the best. One word to describe him? Spectacular… yes. Jayceon Mercer-Williams, better known to the world globally as Jay Crack. He sat forward in his chair with a smirk on his face. Placing his elbows ontop of the table as he looked around those at the table with him. Reaching up to take his blue tinted shades from his face and placed it in the front pocket of his navy blue pinstripe suit jacket. Behind him stood the ever silent but deadly man known to the world as Young Felony. Leaning up against the wall with his arms folded as he kept a close on the others. Making sure he doesn’t see anyone try any funny stuff. Providing security for Jay during this meeting. Jay leaned back in his seat and began…
"Good evening lady and gentlemen. Glad to see that all of you could make it here. I trust there wasn't too much trouble with traveling. If there was, my sincerest apologies."
Marcello: "Better apologize. Hahahaha."
"Yeah, yeah Frankie. Anyways, let's get down to business. Shall we? I'm sure all of you know by now that I'm a man of opportunity. When I see something I want, I take it. It's as simple as that. If there is something I desire? You can bet your ass that I'm going to be the one who will attain it by any means. There's a lot of money to be made out there that isn't in our pockets. There are others out there who think they got the hottest product out on the market. I assure you, those people have no idea what's coming. They won't know what him them. You might be asking yourself right now... Just what the hell is Mr. Williams going on about? Well, let me tell you... Actually... Let me show you."
All eyes on Jay as he turns to Felony. Reaching out to him, Felony lifted a briefcase that he was holding at his side and handed it to Jay. With a nod, Jay takes the briefcase and sets it down on the table infront of him. Slowly rising from his seat, he looks at those around him with that smirk on his face.
"Now... I know we've made tons in the past off such things as... Rackets.... Gambling.... Selling... Women... And, I'd like to consider myself old school. I actually like what the old ways have taught us. But it's a new day people. It's a new time. What we have had in the past? It's simply wearing off on our customers. They're not feeling it anymore. They're not feeling that same kind of high as they are used to back in the day. All of our customers are off experimenting. Running off to the competition and leaving us in the dust. Which, I'm sure you all feel the same way as I do. We can't let the competition get up on us. It'll only be a matter of time before they start pushing in on our territories. It'll only be a matter of time before they start thinking that they can just run in and take over. And I will not stand for that. I'm sure you all agree right?"
Ukita: "Of course. If anyone even tries to steal what I've built... I will personally mail the heads of my enemies back to their families. That is a promise."
Cornileu: "Exactly. I've seen a few pushers sniffing around my neck of the woods. Let me tell you, I made sure that they rued the day that they stepped foot on my turf."
"I would expect nothing less. Now... What I have in this briefcase is our ticket to top. Trust me. You’re going to see more money that you could ever imagine here.”
Jay leaned forward, placing his hands on the locks of the briefcase. Popping them open, he began to stand up straight and open the briefcase for all to see. What lied inside were packages of what appeared to be white power. Those around the table leaned forward and looked inside. Frankie raised an eyebrow and looked up at Jay.
Marcello: “Coke? That’s your big ticket to some real cash? Cocaine? I thought you had something special. We’ve got this already. This isn’t something new. I figured you would have had something better than this.”
“On the contrary Frankie, this isn’t your ordinary kind of cocaine. It’s my own… special blend. One hundred percent pure, unadulterated coke provided by yours truly. It’s something that I’ve been working on back at the House you know. Let’s say, I’ve put my own little spin on this stuff and let me tell you, the fiends can’t get enough of it. Say it gives them some kind of “super high” type of shit. You know? If you don’t believe me, take a test for yourself.”
Jay held the package in his left hand as he reached into his pocket with the right. Pulling out a navy blue and black butterfly knife. Flipping it open, he took the blade and poked it into the packed. Pulling back, he tore open a small hole and then tossed the package into the middle of the table for all to see. All of them leaning forward to take a look at it. Now with a better look at it, the white power seemed to have a slight light, light blue tone to it. Perhaps it was something new? Carlos would be the first to test it. Reaching forward, he stuck his index finger into the powder and lifted a tiny amount out. He lifted his hand up to his left nostril and took a hard sniff. And from there, Carlos fell back into the chair and enjoyed the ride that came with it.
Cornileu: “Well…?”
González: “Good shit. Real good shit.”
That simply made Jay’s smirk grow bigger. He knew that damn pig was going to try it out. Jay knew that Carlos has a problem with getting high on his own supply. He could have predicted this was going to happen. Jay looked around at the satisfied faces of his associates here.
“I told you. Now…. How about it folks? What do you say?”
Morales: “What do you call this stuff?”
“I would call it Blue Magic. Such a fitting name for this kind of product. Unfortunately that name’s been taken already. Damn Lucas…. Hahahaha… The name that I've decided to give it is…. Blue Heaven. Cause this shit will get you sky high and beyond. You know?"
Ukita: "Yes."
"Hahaha. I take it then we're all in agreement over this?"
Marcello: "Of course."
Morales: "Indeed."
Ukita: "Yes."
Cornileu: "Count me in on this."
González: "Yeah senor."
"Good. I'll be making sure to make arrangements later tonight for shipments to be sent to your homes. It's been a pleasure doing business with you all. Hope to make a bright future for each of us."
As Jay looked around the table, he could see the satisfaction on their faces. Nodding his head, he reached down into the briefcase and pulled a second package of Blue Heaven out and held it up.
"Prepare yourself folks. Money's just going to come flooding in once this hits. Our competition is going to be in for a rude awakening."
TO BE CONTINUED...
