Post by GINO DE’ANGELIS on Jan 15, 2012 21:08:03 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=CellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; height: 500px; background-color: #484848; border: 9px solid #3b3b3b, btable][style=font-family: impact; font-size: 28px; text-align: justify; color: #ffffff; text-shadow: #000000 1px 0px, #000000 0px 1px, #000000 0px -1px, #000000 -1px 0px;]"I WILL BRING BALANCE"[/style][style=float: left; width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 4px solid #3b3b3b; background-color: #3b3b3b] [/style] |
| [atrb=valign,top][style=width: 380px; height: 250px; border: 4px solid #; background: #5d5d5d; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; color: #ffffff; padding: 10px; overflow: auto]The blond haired mafia lord was walking through the streets of down town London. Normally the young lord would never come down here, he would send one of his lower ranked workers to come down here for him but this was a personal matter. Some man though it would be a good idea to screw with the Italian Mafia and Gino took that personally. A long black jacket was thrown over his normal attair hiding his high class looks from though who would think of pick pocketing him. Gino kept his head up high and his eyes forward keeping tracks of the streets he has passed. Eventually he came to a stop at a street corner reaching into his pocket pulling out his pocket watch which he received for his eighteenth birthday. I pressed on the side and the top opened up. I studded the hands letting my brain work out what time it was on its own. When I finally arrived at the answer, it was a quarter afternoon. I have been down in this slum for more than twenty minutes. I wasn’t all good at direction since I was normally taken by carriage or car to my appropriate place that I was needed. ”Already that time already,” I sighed as I shut the watch and started walking again. After a few minutes of walking I finally arrived at my destination. I looked up to see the sign which told me it was a small pub. I combed my fingers through my hair with a my white gloves before entering into the pub. It was completely empty other than a man who sat the bar with no bar tender. ”Is Mr. Henry here?” I asked as I shut the door behind me and unbutton my jacket and pulled it off. ”I am Henry. What is it I can help you with?” replied the man as he turned to look at me. He was a much older man much facial hair but not much hair on the top of his head. Even from here I could smell the cigar smoke from his jacket. I held my breath for a second. I wasn’t a fan of those since the last time I had one I had almost died since someone try to poison me with one. ”I am here to collect my money,” I chuckled as I folded my jacket over my arm and pulled my gun out hiding beneath the jacket. [/style] |
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