@ Sweet.Persephone
Once home Orlando made sure to feed Hades and cook himself dinner. As he finished cooking he took the bowl of pasta into his living room and sat down on the couch, placing a beer besides him. He took the remote and turned the television on. He flipped the channel to the news, as he always did at night. The late night news usually seemed to be the best time to catch reporters talking about him and his father. Tonight was no different. During the crime segment, reporters mentioned minor increases in crime and theories about why included he and his fathers gang activity, both men’s mug shots on screen for a moment.
Orlando had only been arrested once, at least since being 18. It was nothing big, a stupid mistake on his part, carrying just enough weed for it to be illegal. He hadn’t even planned on selling it, this had been for his personal use. But being a crime boss’ child, the cops brought him in. His father on the other hand had a handful of arrest, but all minor or petty things compared to some of the things the men had done. Orlando began to wonder if the girl he had walked home watched he news and if she would soon learn who he truly was.
- Next Day-
Orlando spent the day doing his typical runs. He collected the money from their street dealers, dealt with the men trying to shirt the gang. He placed new orders for shipments. Orlando had even begun to interrogate people in he and his fathers warehouse. His father, Dominick, was preparing Orlando to take over the gang. Dominick had already outlived an expected lifespan for someone in this line of work and he wanted to retire. Money wasn’t an object and he had his fill of the violent lifestyle. All throughout the day Orlando’s mind would wander to the gorl he was meeting tonight.
Just before five, Orlando sent a text to Rosemary, telling her he was on his way over to her apartment. He pulled up front in his mustang. Once at her partner Orlando again sent her a text letting her know he was here. Orlando had one typical getup, which he decided to stick with. But he wore his nicer version of it. He wore shined black shoes, crisp black jeans, a white tee shirt with a denim jacket, and over it all he wore his leather jacket. This jacket, however, was plain, not one with his gangs emblem on it. His outfit was clean and overall fitting. He looked over and grinned when he saw Rosemary. Orlando moved out of the car and went around, opening the passengers side door for her.
Once home Orlando made sure to feed Hades and cook himself dinner. As he finished cooking he took the bowl of pasta into his living room and sat down on the couch, placing a beer besides him. He took the remote and turned the television on. He flipped the channel to the news, as he always did at night. The late night news usually seemed to be the best time to catch reporters talking about him and his father. Tonight was no different. During the crime segment, reporters mentioned minor increases in crime and theories about why included he and his fathers gang activity, both men’s mug shots on screen for a moment.
Orlando had only been arrested once, at least since being 18. It was nothing big, a stupid mistake on his part, carrying just enough weed for it to be illegal. He hadn’t even planned on selling it, this had been for his personal use. But being a crime boss’ child, the cops brought him in. His father on the other hand had a handful of arrest, but all minor or petty things compared to some of the things the men had done. Orlando began to wonder if the girl he had walked home watched he news and if she would soon learn who he truly was.
- Next Day-
Orlando spent the day doing his typical runs. He collected the money from their street dealers, dealt with the men trying to shirt the gang. He placed new orders for shipments. Orlando had even begun to interrogate people in he and his fathers warehouse. His father, Dominick, was preparing Orlando to take over the gang. Dominick had already outlived an expected lifespan for someone in this line of work and he wanted to retire. Money wasn’t an object and he had his fill of the violent lifestyle. All throughout the day Orlando’s mind would wander to the gorl he was meeting tonight.
Just before five, Orlando sent a text to Rosemary, telling her he was on his way over to her apartment. He pulled up front in his mustang. Once at her partner Orlando again sent her a text letting her know he was here. Orlando had one typical getup, which he decided to stick with. But he wore his nicer version of it. He wore shined black shoes, crisp black jeans, a white tee shirt with a denim jacket, and over it all he wore his leather jacket. This jacket, however, was plain, not one with his gangs emblem on it. His outfit was clean and overall fitting. He looked over and grinned when he saw Rosemary. Orlando moved out of the car and went around, opening the passengers side door for her.
September 18th, 2020 at 07:02pm