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THE ANCIENT BLOCK
For a very long time in almost no time, we have existed in your homes, parks, clubs, and public offices; making every demand on the street a priority. Welcome to the ‘BLOCK’, you need only pay your dues and respect the game. ANCIENT BLOCK, a cartel syndicate well established on the American continent for decades controlling most trade routes; shipments and also taking care of most dirty jobs the governments wouldn’t want to associate themselves with, having members in very high positions in public offices to help their goals be realized.
By Theo Baidoo5 years ago in Criminal
Big Winner
On March the Third, a Wednesday, amid the frenetic clickings and sotto voce titterings of the office floor, beneath the drop ceiling and its whack-a-mole of panels displaced or teetering, encased between chipped drywall and plywood dividers, and the far tighter boundaries of his own spiralling mind, Nick Cerny tried to remember why. Why he should pick up the phone and dial the next number. Why he should scroll down the list on his computer screen. Why he should even drag his gaze up from the gray emptiness of his desk to the static vacancy of that informational array. Why he took this job to begin with. But he knew why, and it was as simple as the cogito: a body needs money like a mind needs… stimulus.
By Kilgore Trout5 years ago in Criminal
joey's savior
DonJuan Carleone was a 25 year old dishwasher at a New York City restaurant. He’s a high school graduate trying to work his way through community college. He shares a small one-room apartment with his younger brother, Joey. It was a tight fit. DJ and Joey grew up in Wright City, MO with their single mother, who struggled with drug addiction their whole lives. The move to NYC meant starting a new life where no one knew them and there were no misconceptions about their characters.
By Katie Thorpe5 years ago in Criminal
The Old West Is Dying, And So Did She
A greyed frock coat clad down with a dark vest was what kept comfort to the locket that sat in the left inner pocket of a twenty-two-year-old’s trousers. He had been sat long enough in the leather red seat of a saloon that was closing down for the night to know he had no risk of robbery any longer. As the balding man behind the counter began to drone on about the randoms that often came once and never again to his bar stools, the younger took it to himself to gaze upon the locket once more. It was as if the scheduled times to do it, a growing obsession that didn’t have any luck of halting.
By Tyler Barry5 years ago in Criminal
The Emilots
The Emilot family has been of high status for many generations. They are known for having secrets that are tightly sealed in the family's history. When one of their secrets is overheard by 17-year-old Mark Stevenson, he had to investigate if it was true. Mark stood in the backyard of the Emilots upscale mansion, hidden from the view of security by the shade of the night. His arms burned and sweat-soaked his body as he heaved a shovel into the ground. Mark and his best friend Jenny had overheard a conversation from the Emilots sons, that there was a lump sum of cash buried behind the tallest bush in their back yard. It had been buried for over 50 years as an emergency fund for the family. Mark was fighting off guilty thoughts as he dug. He could not start to believe that the Emilots would ever need the extra money with how rich they are. Their snobby sons Evan and Esan were always looking down on poorer families like Marks. That is why Mark thought the money deserved to go to a family like his. His family are fishermen, but because of the mysterious sewage in the town's waterways, his family could not consistently make any money. Mark was pulled out of his thoughts when his shovel hit something with a soft thud. He reached down into the semi-deep hole and pulled out a black case. "Jackpot," he muttered with a smile. Mark undid the latch on the case and peeked into it. The overflow of green wads of cash made his stomach twist in delight. He had never seen so much money before. He went to close the case, but a small black notebook caught his attention. He placed the case on the ground and picked the notebook up out of the hole. He dusted it off on his pants, rubbing his hand across the nice leather. He flicked through the pages quickly checking if anything was written. Mark hummed as he realized that the notebook was empty; tossing it back in the hole, he made his way to the large fence that surrounded the Emilots grand palazzo.
By Kahlen Gordon5 years ago in Criminal
