NationStates Jolt Archive


Corruption under the sun... (open rp)

24-04-2004, 02:07
OOC: This is my introduction rp and I hope to expose to all of you the depth of corruption, moral decay, and murder beneath the plastic fun-in-the-sun party veil that covers the Party Islands and show you the true power behind it.

IC: Andrew smilled as the Alliance Council voted and agreed to make him the Head of the Syndicate Alliance. It wasn't bad at all for a 28 year old to of come so far within a Crime Syndicate to this level of power. As one of the high class $1000 a night hookers that followed him laid her hand on his shoulder and whispered sweet nothings and the promise of plenty of bedroom fun Andrew then spoke for the first time as the most powerful man in the Party Islands. "Good, now that the Green Tiger Syndicate is now head of the Alliance I ask for your oaths of loyalty."

"The Blue Cloud Syndicate swears it's loyalty."
"The Red Fire Syndicate will be loyal."
"As does the Yellow Star Syndicate."
"Of course the Black Hand Syndicate shall follow you."

Andrew smiled agian and then said, "Good, now I will not be like that fool Toby," he then pointed to the pool of blood where a body had been a few minutes before, "I plan to fully exploit the Islands for every cent they are worth. The fool Toby did not fully exploit the ideal locations of our islands which serve as stopping points for various drug and arms dealers in the North Pacific. Increase the price of our protection and silence to the dealers and foreign mobs also we need to traffic even more of our own drug Kdoll to forigen markets... does anyone have anything to add?"

No one spoke.

"Good, then the meeting is over."

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As the tourists that flocked to the Party Islands danced the days and nights away and the natives laboured for the Syndicates the decay, death, insanity went unnoticed by the people to superficial to even bother to care.
24-04-2004, 02:26
Baby Doll, one of the most famous Club Kids in all of the Party Islands glanced in the mirror in the bathroom of the most fabulous club in St. Anne, the Tweekend. He redid his makeup and smiled at the fabulous troll-influenced outfit he was wearing with the usual 10inch platforms and enough makeup to bake a cake. He then opened his Backstreet Boys lunchbox and looked at his lovely drug supply. He grab a vial of Kdoll and opened the lid and snorted it out of the bottle. The drugtook effect within a second.

The bathroom changed yet stayed the same. The dude in the dog costume looked like a can of corn yet was still a dog all the same. Baby Doll studied the most fasinating set of silver teaspoons that were also the lights above the mirrors, but agian they were so much more than that. So much more than boring reality. But even there he had it all, Money, Success, Fame, and Glamour, for no reason whatsoever.

He ignored the feeling of people crying over him and the sensation of an oxygen mask on his face as he began speaking to the God of the Discoball.

The world then winked out.

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Baby Doll woke up in the hospital, an IV line was going out his arm. "dammit I OD'ed agian." his first complete thought since the night before... or was it a week ago? Didn't matter, oh well, time to plan the next outfit for whatever party that Michael Alig would throw next.

It was so lovely that he left the US after getting out of prison to re-create teh Club Kids all over agian. Now if Baby Doll could only get some heroin to feel better.

OOC: my explination of the drug Kdoll, it's effects are a combo of LSD and the club drug Special K
24-04-2004, 02:34
bump for interest
24-04-2004, 03:12
Catherine smiled as Andrew lay on the bed in the light of the morning sun, the balmy heat was tempered by the cool breeze comming off the ocean. Her smile faded rather quickly as Andrew woke up. "Morning boss." she said as her employer rose out of bed, his bronzed naked body glissed in the sunlight. "How much do I owe you?" Andrew said as he went for his wallet. "I work for you remember, that one was on the house." she reminded him as she looked on the floor for her "clothes". "Take this as a tip." he said as he gave her five thousand dollars in cash. Catherine smiled and put the money into her jeans before putting them on.

She then pulled out a couple of baggies and an old credit card and cut up four lines of coke on the nightstand. "Want a bump?" she asked then handed him the straw when he nodded and did two lines of coke then gave the straw back to her before she did the last two lines.

"That's better." Catherine said before laying back on the bed.

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Andrew stumbled to the bathroom still in his birthday suit and looked in the mirror. His jet black hair was a mess and his green eyes were bloodshot his thoughts turned to his prostitute... who had become more than that, "Why did I have to fall in love with a hooker?" he thought to himself before stumbling back to the bed (how he did this he wasn't sure) and layed back down with Catherine.
Mikatopia
24-04-2004, 03:15
umm this looks pretty cool but, how am i supposed to join up?
24-04-2004, 03:19
The islands are not just tourist destinations, it is a hotbed for drug and gun running boats as it is safe haven for those kind of criminal elements. Maybe you should be a gunrunner...
24-04-2004, 03:37
bump for the night, g'night!
Mikatopia
24-04-2004, 04:00
OOC: aight...

IC: The man got off the plane, he was finally here on Party Island. Mikatopia had zero tolerance on crime. Big Mike, as he was affectionatley called by his family, the Ciceroni's, was an enforcer.

Now he was here. He had to relax. Right now the Ciceronis were fighting off rival crime families and the Mikatopian police. The police had finally begun craking down on the Ciceroni family. It looked lie bribes and threats would work any more aginst the fuzz. Papa Ciceroni, the head of the family, ordered the family to split up and the country until things died down. Michael couldn't think of a better place than Pary Island.

He reached into his sportcoat and felt his gun. As an "enforcer" for his family, he was used to carrying a gun. It soothed him.
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Finally, he was finshed unpacking. All he had to do now was relax. he looked up the better nightclubs...

The "Tweekend, hmm Michael had found his club...
24-04-2004, 14:39
Ingrid finished her glass of wine as her favorite spy finished his report to her. "Well it's been a while since the Ciceroni Family has sent anyone here... Bring him here to the Tweekend." She ordered the head of her security detail, Tommy the Mute who was built like a linebacker and over 7 feet tall. He nodded and snapped his fingers and two bodyguards left with him. Their blue shirts showed them to be members of the Blue Cloud Syndicate.

Ingrid looked down from her third floor window upon the thriving party going on inside the club, as usual Baby Doll, the new King of the Club Kids was upping the anity and chaos with his "Space Aliens Invade Clubland" Party.

Ingrid could see her reflection in the window, the reflection of an older woman in her 40's but with plenty of beauty to spare. Her red hair had gone only a little blond with age and her skin was still smooth as silk and the color of milk and her bright green eyes were to die for.
24-04-2004, 15:24
Andrew smiled at the old men as they placed large wads of various kinds of money into the sorters, he couldn't help but feel aroused as he looked at the massive vault that contained the wealth of the Green Tiger Syndicate... All that money was his to do with as he saw fit. How much was it agian? Millions? Billions? he didn't know, he'd would have to ask his accountant.

"Boss," his bodyguard Gerry began, "There is someone waiting for you." Andrew snapped at him, "I thought I told you not to let anyone in." "You said don't let anyone in unless it was Mr. Shadow and it's Mr. Shadow sir." Andrew took a deep breath and said, "Tell him to meet me in my office."
24-04-2004, 16:57
Inside the windowless office the hum of the air conditioning could be heard in the background as Mr. Shadow and Andrew sat down to talk.

"The deposits are pure 100% uranium just as you thought they were then?"

"Yes."

"How much funding do you need?"

"To go into full scale production? All the resources you can spare."

"This will require the support of the full Syndicate Alliance, I hope you realize this."

"Yes, but who else can give you what you want?"

"No one... for the moment."

"We do have an understanding then?"

"Yes, you will have all the funding you need, you can start by building the nuclear reactor that the old Mussio Family was wanting to build on Elia Island."

"Good."

An hour later Andrew left his office with a quiet smile on his face... Everything was going to work out.
Mikatopia
24-04-2004, 17:12
Mike had been "escorted" to the Tweekend by Tommy. Mike was a big guy, at 6'6 and 190 lbs, but he knew when he was beat. Tommy had taken him to Ingrid.

Mike's brown eyes narrowed on the rather attractive woman in front of him. He had learned from experiance that beautiful, rich women were usally trouble. Mike looked like a rock with arms, but inside that skull of his was a powerful mind. He had gotten the best education, due to his family being the richest in Mikatopia.

Remembering his diplomacy lessons from uncle Leo, Mike nodded to Ingrid.

"Hey baby, whats up, why you 'abring'n me here?" Mike knew from experiance that people expected a man of his size and profession to be rather stupid. He had found it amusing and helpful to promote this steryotype. But looking at Ingrid, he had a feeling she wouldn't fall for the illusion...
24-04-2004, 17:18
"No games," Ingrid said in a quiet voice that left no room for argument, "Now I'll bet your wondering why I had you brought here and I will answer your question, I want to know why you are here? Also what is going on with the Ciceroni, besides what I've read in the papers."

She tapped her fingernails on the cover story of the Mikatopia times about the mafia crackdowns.
Mikatopia
24-04-2004, 17:47
Mike looked at her straight in the eyes as he spoke..

"Ok, this is whats goin' down: the f**kin' fuzz is huntin' us down like damn animals, man. Papa told us to split, get the hell outta there, know what I mean? The papers don't tell ya that we be the only big family left, well one of 'em. All da other mafia families be takin dirt naps, no what im sayin? It ain't easy. So anyways, I be here cuz I'm hidin from da fuzz." Heglared at her, "If your thinkin' of reportn' me, I'll blow you away..."

Looking around, he wondered aloud, "So why do you want me?"
24-04-2004, 20:40
She returned his stare and replyed, "I'm not going to report you, there is no one to report you to on the Party Islands we are the "law" here, it's why you came here in the first place... to hide and find room for growth... I could find a use for you as a hired hand. There have been resent powershifts and the rumors... Best not to speak of them here. Anyway I could use you in the near future. Willing?"
The Resi Corporation
24-04-2004, 20:46
((OOC: Tag for possible drug-running later))
24-04-2004, 21:07
Jenny let the music and the alcohol flow through her as she danced her soul out on the main dancefloor of the Tweekend, the hottest club on all of the Party Islands. The club was designed to look like the Great Pyramid and even had a real sized Sphinx out front, the club had three levels, the first floor was the main dance floor and main bar for the regular joes and janes like her. The second was the VIP level and the third was the Boss Room for the owner of the club and her people. Tonights DJ was DJ BubbleaBabba who was the current Superstar DJ and Jenny's boy toy.

Not so much the average Jane after all.

Well anyway as Jenny partied with the Club Kid wannabees and the tourists she didn't even realize what was in store for her that night... But what it was would change her life forever.
24-04-2004, 23:53
bump
25-04-2004, 00:34
The pool of blood slowly crawled across the marble floor but was stopped by a fluffy white towel that fell upon it like a cloud before the trembling hand began to scrub the blood off the floor. A plain looking man in his early thirties with soft brown eyes, soft brown hair, an average build and slightly tanned skin sat in a chair reading a book while the gun on the desk smoked ever so slightly.

The book in question was "Empress Orchid: By Anchee Min" as the gentleman had an interest in Chinese History and Anchee Min was his favorite author on that subject. No one could quite weave a tale like she could. Of course the bastard that had tried to spy on him got what was comming to him. If that Ingrid bitch thought she could send such a third-rate spy into HIS household she had another thing comming.

"Dawson." the man's soft voice brought a shocked stutter from the young 12 year old boy before he stood up and in a shaky voice, "Yes sir?" "Get my cellphone from the bathroom, get someone else to clean up the mess, you and I are going to have a little fun soon." "Yes sir." was the answer.

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"Good, then we understand one another. Good bye."
Click!

The man snapped the cellphone shut and then said, "Dawson, strip for me, very slowly." Oh how he loved controlling these native children... And the best part was is that since they all had no parents or families that still lived no one would miss them. Not here anyway.
Mikatopia
25-04-2004, 05:59
Mike considered Ingrid's request and then nodded. "Yeh, I guess I could..."

Looking at the dancing below Mike grinned, "But first, I came here to have vacation, so I'm gonna join the party..." Mike held out his arm to Ingrid, "Wanna come?"
25-04-2004, 14:37
Ingrid took his arm and said with a smile, "Of course"
25-04-2004, 17:47
Bishop Ryan W. Starfish, the head of the Roman Catholic Church within the nation of the Party Islands smiled as he entered the drug treatment center on the outskirts of St. Anne, the largest city on the main island of Mulan. St. Mary's Hospital for Drug Rehabilitation was the largest drug treatment center in all of the Party Islands and it was very overcrowded. All the hospitals were since the fall of the Mussion Dictatorship as the government didn't exist anymore. Because of that the Syndicates took hold of the power and managed everything from behind the scenes and left the Roman Catholics in charge of the Medical Services and Schooling system on the island.

Despite requests from the Bishop to the Vatican for aid and help nothing except the usual funds came. It was very trying on his health and faith but the elderly Bishop had to hold on, without him the natives on the island would have nothing to depend on other than the Syndicates and the Syndicates were nothing short of evil. But as the Bishop began to speak to the head of the Hospital, Sister Perry C. Pele he had to wonder, where would the madness end?

And would anyone help them?
Or had even the Church abandoned them?
No matter, as long as they had God there was still hope.
26-04-2004, 02:08
bump
26-04-2004, 23:14
Anthony glanced at the thriving nightclub and the massive three block line of would-be patrons and scene makers waiting to get into the world famous Tweekend nightclub, the giant pyramid of pleasure and party that was the centerpiece of Party Island nightlife... Well it wouldn't be alive for long. "Lock and load boys" Anthony said into the CB radio as over four armored cars appeared out of no where from behind the SUV that Anthony was in and out from the vehicles poured a small army armed to the teeth and the bullets began to fly through the crowd.

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"BOSS! WE ARE UNDER ATTACK" the PA system screamed on the third floor office before it was suddenly cut by bullets and the screams of the party goers. "Fuck!" Ingrid screamed with rage as the security system came on and several secret panels opened up from behind artwork and bookshelves to reveal enough weapons to supply a small army. Ingrid grabbed a machine gun and two 9 mills and her guards grabbed a bunch of guns and rushed out the door. "Hope you can use this." Ingrid said as she tossed the kid a Glock handgun.
26-04-2004, 23:14
Anthony glanced at the thriving nightclub and the massive three block line of would-be patrons and scene makers waiting to get into the world famous Tweekend nightclub, the giant pyramid of pleasure and party that was the centerpiece of Party Island nightlife... Well it wouldn't be alive for long. "Lock and load boys" Anthony said into the CB radio as over four armored cars appeared out of no where from behind the SUV that Anthony was in and out from the vehicles poured a small army armed to the teeth and the bullets began to fly through the crowd.

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"BOSS! WE ARE UNDER ATTACK" the PA system screamed on the third floor office before it was suddenly cut by bullets and the screams of the party goers. "Fuck!" Ingrid screamed with rage as the security system came on and several secret panels opened up from behind artwork and bookshelves to reveal enough weapons to supply a small army. Ingrid grabbed a machine gun and two 9 mills and her guards grabbed a bunch of guns and rushed out the door. "Hope you can use this." Ingrid said as she tossed the kid a Glock handgun.
Mikatopia
28-04-2004, 02:50
Mike grabbed the gun from Ingrid. He was expirenced in this field.

He rolled across the floor, firing shots as he went. Three enemies went down. The bullets whizzed by his head. The screams of the patrons was over powering, Mike thought his ears might explode.

The Glock was good, but not Mike's weapon of choice. Dodging the bullets, he ran to the secret panels. He grinned as he saw a tommy gun. Grabbing it off the shelf and making sure it was loaded, he proceeded to strafe through the crowd, firing as he went. He ran to Ingrid's side.
"Nice place you got here!"
Mikatopia
06-05-2004, 02:50
BUMP