Post by Ian Morei-Moody on Apr 16, 2016 11:30:54 GMT -5
A lot of things happen when you die. People talk about how your whole life flashes in front of your eyes, but... that wasn't one of the things Ian lived through. Time slowed down, and he could feel all of the pain as if it lasted a lifetime before his heart finally stopped beating. All he remembered was the blood, the lack of breath, the overwhelming rage, and the desire to kill every last fucker responsible for making him feel that way. It was the most painful experience he'd ever endured, and he was going to make anyone who got in his way experience what he did, no matter what. There'd been a lull in his activity, he'd calmed down a lot before all of that happened. But, dying did a lot to Ian. It brought out the Mad Dog people knew him to be before.
There was an old air about Ian that most wouldn't recognize, but he carried himself with a rather imposing stature. Amadeo's energy that was left within him made him angrier, more violent, and it was easy to see. Any who crossed his path would be shoved aside, or met with previously concealed knuckle dusters if they tried to say anything about it. While many others may have been trying to accept the second chance they'd been given, Ian didn't give half a shit. He was here to establish himself as the king, and that was exactly what he planned to do.
Walking up to the fountain with a briefcase in hand, he motioned to two of his cronies to pull the people who were already seated there away from it. He told them to spread the word that as long as the Haas were no-shows, 552 would have a new peddler. The Mad Dog planned to take over the drug business around here, by force if necessary.
There was an old air about Ian that most wouldn't recognize, but he carried himself with a rather imposing stature. Amadeo's energy that was left within him made him angrier, more violent, and it was easy to see. Any who crossed his path would be shoved aside, or met with previously concealed knuckle dusters if they tried to say anything about it. While many others may have been trying to accept the second chance they'd been given, Ian didn't give half a shit. He was here to establish himself as the king, and that was exactly what he planned to do.
Walking up to the fountain with a briefcase in hand, he motioned to two of his cronies to pull the people who were already seated there away from it. He told them to spread the word that as long as the Haas were no-shows, 552 would have a new peddler. The Mad Dog planned to take over the drug business around here, by force if necessary.
