"You woke up this morning
Got yourself a gun,
She said: You're one in a million
Your mama always said you'd be The Chosen One.
You've got to burn to shine,
But you were born under a bad sign,
With a blue moon in your eyes."
Woke Up This Morning
- A one-hundred dollar bill. C stands for "Centum" the Latin word for 100. The word "note" is a common reference to paper money as evidenced by the bill which reads, "This note is legal tender for all debts public and private."
- You owe me a C Note, gavone!
It was a little after one o'clock in the morning Midtown, mid October, with the moon not shining and the pavement wet and slick with the smell of hard rain and steam. I was wearing my charcoal grey pinstriped suit, with black shirt, tie and display handkerchief, black brogues, black wool socks. I was neat, clean, shaved and sober, and I didn't care who knew it. I had other things on my mind. Like her...
There she was walking in front of me and I was bounding after her with a goofy look on my face like a kitten chasing a bouncing ball of steamy sex. Her legs were long, lean, and had calves that were spiked up by stilettos; the kind that made her hips bounce with hypnotizing beat that could make a bishop so crazy he’d be willing to drive a hole into his own stained glass window. She had jet black hair and curves more dangerous than the Yungas Road. One look from those smoldering dark eyes of hers could send a crack driver tumbling off the edge. She was trouble alright. Looking at her the wrong way; a guy could slip and find himself with a smile carved across his neck that would make a Columbian shit white for months. But I didn’t care. I was crazy for her and I just wanted those 39 inches of heaven wrapped around me tight like a straightjacket until she left me worn out and in a pool of my own drool at her feet in a rubber room just aching for more.
Play Style and OOC Notes
- Semi-Hardcore to Hardcore as time allows.
- Content: I can handle it.
- Character speaks with a smooth Italian accent.
- Appearance: 4