Truitt
04-08-2004, 03:00
[A Little Information]
Commarchy (Truitt's Government) relies on the five families to hold a strong hold, Socalist-like government over the citizens of the nation by the buisnesses, meanning not many can own private buisnesses, one of the five families own them, of which, only three families are located in Truitt's "Mainland".
The Angelo Familiy is the most powerful family, and currently holds "Dominance in Power" in the Black Party. They have been nearly the source of 54% of the economic stand of Truitt. With out the Angelos, Truitt's Economy, the only thing that keeps Commarchy truely stable, will fall drastically.
The Salieri and Domingo Families have proven very hostile, rival families to the Angelos. In the past when they were in the crime rule, the Angelo family fo the Truitti Mob was the strongest, and the Salieris, being radical, always wanted them down. The Domingos, plainly follow. These two families have ordered many attacks on the early commarchist Truitt, and durring the Socalist-Capitalist Civil War, even funded a terrorist organization to hold attacks on the Socalists.
Since then, Truitt's economy has slowly fixed, to let it also give its weight to its Indutrial Complexes, or the StoreFront, which, however, unfortanatly, is owned by the Angelo and Associates Company. If etehr the StoreFront went down, or the whole Angelo Family, Truitt would be pushed into anrachy, not even given the mercy of Economic Depression.
[Sweet Apple Pie]
Don Angleo sat in his chair. He was reading the National Stupidity Issue, which everyone knew was a bit of bull.
He was reading the part abotu his son, Matthew Angelo, the current Presidente of Truitt, and hsi current Marrage Propossal to his Councilar Angelo, Kelly "soon-to-be" Angelo.
He just finished reading, when a man, obviously Italian in the olive like skin, came through the doors. He was the Douvier, or a Dark Article, which in Commarchy, was a Cabinet possition where he could do assasinations, killings, law breakings, all at the Presidente's will, and have no force agenst him. "Mr. Don Angelo, we have Enzon on the line," how he said it, in his Commin Acsent (Truitti Language), ment it was not the Don's younger son Enzo, but Don Salieri.
"Yes Eni?" he asked picking up the phone.
"It's over." he replied
"What do you mean, it's over? Have you finally given up?"
"Not even close my dear friend. It is your time."
Don Angelo looked up, at the Douvier.
"What do you mean, it is 'my' time?" he replied after taking an Angelo and Associates Heavy Cigar
"Look behind you, straight, eye level, into the tree," the Don smilled, it was a trick to fool him, bit he turnned, nothing but the autom leaves on the now almost-dead looking red oak.
"What am I looking for?"
"You see the Red Oak?"
"Of cource, I planted it myself for Conners," he replied, remembering his agreements with James Conners, who was the Socalist (Liberator) President of the Socalist-Capitalist Civil War.
"It is dieing."
"Most trees appear that way durring the fall times. However, when spring comes forth, they bloom into marvels."
"That maybe so, but, gaseline can ruin that can't it?" as he finished, the fire alarm went off.
Don Angelo looked up, the door's bottom crease was light, and it was barely daybreak. He smelt smoke, and the faint feeling of a flame nearby. He looked out the window, and he was five stories up, he would not make it to the ground alive.
"Mr. Angelo, we must get-" the Douvier tried to say before the door blew open. The wood hit the man on his face as he turnned, hitting him to the ground. Thsi man was trainned to take a bulelt shot to the back and still stand, but he was not getting up this time. "Jesus," the On curced as he tried to get to the now-flattend Douvier.
"Frank, do not move, we will take you now." an Italian, full, voice said. He looked up form his now dead friend, which stood three men, in fire-fighter suits. They had T.H.S.R. varients, one of his own designs. "You can take me when I'm dead you damn greaseballs!" he yelled as he jumped back, behind his desk. The men made afew curces, and the small phrase was heard, "It is best to be alive and able to rule agian, than to die, to have all your work parrish.". It was Frank Angelo's quote, he said it when the Liberator CUH rolled out of its harbor for the first time, referring to Truitt's first political leader, Supreme Dictator Austin Dugahh.
"Damn.." he curced as he jumped through the floor to wall window, which shattered, His face bled, and his arms felt of nails flying through them, and back out the ends.
"Get him!" he heard as he already dropped form the fifth to the fourth level. He was nwo in a free fall to the ground. He possitioned himself so he would go into a roll, and as he landed, he did, and when he jumepd up, he didn't notice the men, with the Set'Kurve Insignia, the Terrorist Organization that the Salieri's have funded to bring down the Angelos.
"It is the Don!" the men yelled with an Australian acsent. He admediatly jumped into a roll ont eh hard rocky cobble-stone pavement into the woods, which was a nearby Merlin Hawk Reserve. The men ran in.
After three hours, they couldn't find him, and had long since left from the police, firemen, and ambulance athorities entering the scene.
[News Report]
The Angelo Don, Frank Angelo, has been murdered by men, of the Set'Kurve Organization. From reports, they broke in, and used gasoline to set the whole first three levels a blaze, and left the fourth and fifth floors wet with the burnning fluid, which it then climbed stairs, to burn the whole building. Frank Angelo was on the Fifth Story, along with his Vouchier. The Vouchier was killed, obviously burnt alive, probably trying to save his Don, of which, he jumped from the fifth story window. It is unknown what happened after that, he is presumed dead.
[End News Report]
(OOC: This is post one of three which will RP the fall fo Truitt's Economy. I wil post the rest daily, any interested parties which would like to help in this time of crisis, go ahead and say it ;))
Commarchy (Truitt's Government) relies on the five families to hold a strong hold, Socalist-like government over the citizens of the nation by the buisnesses, meanning not many can own private buisnesses, one of the five families own them, of which, only three families are located in Truitt's "Mainland".
The Angelo Familiy is the most powerful family, and currently holds "Dominance in Power" in the Black Party. They have been nearly the source of 54% of the economic stand of Truitt. With out the Angelos, Truitt's Economy, the only thing that keeps Commarchy truely stable, will fall drastically.
The Salieri and Domingo Families have proven very hostile, rival families to the Angelos. In the past when they were in the crime rule, the Angelo family fo the Truitti Mob was the strongest, and the Salieris, being radical, always wanted them down. The Domingos, plainly follow. These two families have ordered many attacks on the early commarchist Truitt, and durring the Socalist-Capitalist Civil War, even funded a terrorist organization to hold attacks on the Socalists.
Since then, Truitt's economy has slowly fixed, to let it also give its weight to its Indutrial Complexes, or the StoreFront, which, however, unfortanatly, is owned by the Angelo and Associates Company. If etehr the StoreFront went down, or the whole Angelo Family, Truitt would be pushed into anrachy, not even given the mercy of Economic Depression.
[Sweet Apple Pie]
Don Angleo sat in his chair. He was reading the National Stupidity Issue, which everyone knew was a bit of bull.
He was reading the part abotu his son, Matthew Angelo, the current Presidente of Truitt, and hsi current Marrage Propossal to his Councilar Angelo, Kelly "soon-to-be" Angelo.
He just finished reading, when a man, obviously Italian in the olive like skin, came through the doors. He was the Douvier, or a Dark Article, which in Commarchy, was a Cabinet possition where he could do assasinations, killings, law breakings, all at the Presidente's will, and have no force agenst him. "Mr. Don Angelo, we have Enzon on the line," how he said it, in his Commin Acsent (Truitti Language), ment it was not the Don's younger son Enzo, but Don Salieri.
"Yes Eni?" he asked picking up the phone.
"It's over." he replied
"What do you mean, it's over? Have you finally given up?"
"Not even close my dear friend. It is your time."
Don Angelo looked up, at the Douvier.
"What do you mean, it is 'my' time?" he replied after taking an Angelo and Associates Heavy Cigar
"Look behind you, straight, eye level, into the tree," the Don smilled, it was a trick to fool him, bit he turnned, nothing but the autom leaves on the now almost-dead looking red oak.
"What am I looking for?"
"You see the Red Oak?"
"Of cource, I planted it myself for Conners," he replied, remembering his agreements with James Conners, who was the Socalist (Liberator) President of the Socalist-Capitalist Civil War.
"It is dieing."
"Most trees appear that way durring the fall times. However, when spring comes forth, they bloom into marvels."
"That maybe so, but, gaseline can ruin that can't it?" as he finished, the fire alarm went off.
Don Angelo looked up, the door's bottom crease was light, and it was barely daybreak. He smelt smoke, and the faint feeling of a flame nearby. He looked out the window, and he was five stories up, he would not make it to the ground alive.
"Mr. Angelo, we must get-" the Douvier tried to say before the door blew open. The wood hit the man on his face as he turnned, hitting him to the ground. Thsi man was trainned to take a bulelt shot to the back and still stand, but he was not getting up this time. "Jesus," the On curced as he tried to get to the now-flattend Douvier.
"Frank, do not move, we will take you now." an Italian, full, voice said. He looked up form his now dead friend, which stood three men, in fire-fighter suits. They had T.H.S.R. varients, one of his own designs. "You can take me when I'm dead you damn greaseballs!" he yelled as he jumped back, behind his desk. The men made afew curces, and the small phrase was heard, "It is best to be alive and able to rule agian, than to die, to have all your work parrish.". It was Frank Angelo's quote, he said it when the Liberator CUH rolled out of its harbor for the first time, referring to Truitt's first political leader, Supreme Dictator Austin Dugahh.
"Damn.." he curced as he jumped through the floor to wall window, which shattered, His face bled, and his arms felt of nails flying through them, and back out the ends.
"Get him!" he heard as he already dropped form the fifth to the fourth level. He was nwo in a free fall to the ground. He possitioned himself so he would go into a roll, and as he landed, he did, and when he jumepd up, he didn't notice the men, with the Set'Kurve Insignia, the Terrorist Organization that the Salieri's have funded to bring down the Angelos.
"It is the Don!" the men yelled with an Australian acsent. He admediatly jumped into a roll ont eh hard rocky cobble-stone pavement into the woods, which was a nearby Merlin Hawk Reserve. The men ran in.
After three hours, they couldn't find him, and had long since left from the police, firemen, and ambulance athorities entering the scene.
[News Report]
The Angelo Don, Frank Angelo, has been murdered by men, of the Set'Kurve Organization. From reports, they broke in, and used gasoline to set the whole first three levels a blaze, and left the fourth and fifth floors wet with the burnning fluid, which it then climbed stairs, to burn the whole building. Frank Angelo was on the Fifth Story, along with his Vouchier. The Vouchier was killed, obviously burnt alive, probably trying to save his Don, of which, he jumped from the fifth story window. It is unknown what happened after that, he is presumed dead.
[End News Report]
(OOC: This is post one of three which will RP the fall fo Truitt's Economy. I wil post the rest daily, any interested parties which would like to help in this time of crisis, go ahead and say it ;))