Post by Tonaka Mokai on Jan 16, 2010 20:20:14 GMT -5
Tony Velone cursed to himself as he nonchalantly skidded his feet along the tiled floor or the restroom, already unzipped and ready by the time he made it to the urinal. Letting out a light sigh of relief, he pressed his head against the wall and closed his eyes. After running a whole 8 hour shift in his music shop because one of his employees called off, never got the chance he wished to relieve himself properly. “Damn kid,” he grunted “always calling off!”
With a small hop he turned and washed his hands, splashing some water on his face to wash off some of that sweat. As he looked up, two tuxedo dressed men walked inside, crossing their arms as they stared down the far Italian through black mirrored shades. “W-who are you?” Tony asked after spinning around, an alerted look frozen on his face as he looked from man to man.
“It’s been well over two months, Mr. Velone.” One of the Asian men explained as he crossed his arms, a black dragon tattoo suddenly revealing itself on his bare hand.
“Oh, the money, tell Tonaka I’ll have his dues in a couple of weeks, business has been slow lately.” The fat man tried to explain, placing his hands gently on the Asian man’s shoulders, which immediately caused conflict between the two.
As the hands came down on the Black Dragon’s shoulders, his hands slapped down at the fellow’s elbows, knocking off the grip before kicking down his knee and choking him with one hand. Of course the man croaked and let out a shriek as his air flow was quickly tightened down to nothing. “Listen carefully, Mr. Velone. You made your promise, and we made our vows. Your end of the deal was to pay us back..”
Frightened, the man croaked some more and turned many shades of red before he was realized. Coughing, he sank to the floor, grasping his throat and wheezing from the irritation dwelling from within his air pipe. “I’ll H hagh! I’ll have his money uh hagh!”
As the one nearest to the exit of the bathroom kept lookout, the other beating ass slowly took off his sunglasses, folding them, and placed them firmly in his front pocket. “That is not the money..”
“Wait!..w..Wait! No no nono!!” crouching back against the wall, he tried to scream, but was quickly muffled from a foot across his jaw, knocking him to his side. Clenching his eyes tight, he held his jaw in pain before his mouth was then muffled with a sock, a hand thrusting his head against the concrete wall. He could feel the tissue bust and splatter against the wall, leaving blood along the wall as he was dragged into the last stall.
“If you do not have our money, Mr. Velone, then perhaps the deeds to your store will do..” grimacing, the gang member stuffed the man’s face down into the toilet, fighting to hold him down as bubbles violently erupted from the toilet, the man’s arms flapping and blindly searching for some way of escape.
With a small hop he turned and washed his hands, splashing some water on his face to wash off some of that sweat. As he looked up, two tuxedo dressed men walked inside, crossing their arms as they stared down the far Italian through black mirrored shades. “W-who are you?” Tony asked after spinning around, an alerted look frozen on his face as he looked from man to man.
“It’s been well over two months, Mr. Velone.” One of the Asian men explained as he crossed his arms, a black dragon tattoo suddenly revealing itself on his bare hand.
“Oh, the money, tell Tonaka I’ll have his dues in a couple of weeks, business has been slow lately.” The fat man tried to explain, placing his hands gently on the Asian man’s shoulders, which immediately caused conflict between the two.
As the hands came down on the Black Dragon’s shoulders, his hands slapped down at the fellow’s elbows, knocking off the grip before kicking down his knee and choking him with one hand. Of course the man croaked and let out a shriek as his air flow was quickly tightened down to nothing. “Listen carefully, Mr. Velone. You made your promise, and we made our vows. Your end of the deal was to pay us back..”
Frightened, the man croaked some more and turned many shades of red before he was realized. Coughing, he sank to the floor, grasping his throat and wheezing from the irritation dwelling from within his air pipe. “I’ll H hagh! I’ll have his money uh hagh!”
As the one nearest to the exit of the bathroom kept lookout, the other beating ass slowly took off his sunglasses, folding them, and placed them firmly in his front pocket. “That is not the money..”
“Wait!..w..Wait! No no nono!!” crouching back against the wall, he tried to scream, but was quickly muffled from a foot across his jaw, knocking him to his side. Clenching his eyes tight, he held his jaw in pain before his mouth was then muffled with a sock, a hand thrusting his head against the concrete wall. He could feel the tissue bust and splatter against the wall, leaving blood along the wall as he was dragged into the last stall.
“If you do not have our money, Mr. Velone, then perhaps the deeds to your store will do..” grimacing, the gang member stuffed the man’s face down into the toilet, fighting to hold him down as bubbles violently erupted from the toilet, the man’s arms flapping and blindly searching for some way of escape.