Kim loved movies.
It was a simple fact that he couldn’t escape. In North Korea there wasn’t much variety to what you could watch; propaganda, mostly, and the occasional bootleg movie that slipped through from the south. The first thing Kim did when he arrived in America was go to the movie store. Most of his English skills came from such movies, but he had taken an instant knack toward the classics. The mob classics, that was. In particular he loved the Godfather, one and two. Three he didn’t like. He didn’t like that it didn’t have a happy ending because he didn’t understand, by that point, that a criminal shouldn’t have a happy ending. He still didn’t understand that. Goodfellas, Scarface, Godfather, The Sopranos, and Boardwalk Empire. They were all his favorites. He modeled himself after an amalgamation of what he had come to understand an American gangster to be.
Perhaps that explained why he was now stood there, a smile on his face reaching for a pack of cigarettes with one hand, tossing a contract on a table with the other. He was flanked on either side of him by heavily armed men. There hadn’t been much activity at this club since the owner skipped out and because of that it made itself a fairly easy target for Kim. His men were watching his back,“Sign the contract.” Kim said, without a hint of hesitation.
“Are you fucking mad? What makes you think I’d sell this place for only $100,000?”
Kim didn’t particularly like that response. His face twitched in anger as he withdrew a single cigarette and placed it between his lips, lighting and inhaling it. He watched as the man across from him suddenly contorted in disgust, “That’s right…None of you fucking Americans smoke anymore. So boring.” He derided the man while exhaling a large plume of tobacco smoke into the air. He sighed, leaning into his chair and nodding his head. His men collected the contract and he flicked his ashes on the table. “I’ll give you some time to think, ok? Ok.”
Kim and his entourage departed. They returned a week later, sitting at the same table and this time Kim tossed a contract upon the table. It was a revised contract and he was already lighting his next cigarette. A look of shock and anger covered the man’s face, “You’ve lowered the fucking price now!” He shouted. Kim didn’t seem phased. His lips were curled in a devious grin as soon the man would feel the barrel of a gun pressed directly against the back of his skull. Kim inhaled and exhaled his cigarette smoke calmly before he spoke.
“I make you an offer you cannot refuse,” His English faltering slightly, a sure tell that Kim had become upset, “Either your signature or your brains. Yea?” He added, making a gun with his fingers and pulling an invisible trigger. The man almost looked as if he were going to piss himself as he shakily lifted the pen and quickly scribed his name to it. All told he bought the place for $35,000. Not a bad price, considering how little work he actually had to spend on it. Kim was happy once more, grinning like a child as he stood up and walked away with the signed contract.
Damn it felt good to be a gangster.
-Ownership of the Acropolis Bar & Lounge after Kim's hostile buy-out
-Deduct $35,000 for the business.
-The PC who owns this business has not been active in over a year, as such it falls under the inactive business rules which allows the business to be seized by a PC as if a random NPC owned it. In short, there is no defense timer for this because the business isn't being actively used.
Bill Anastasi wrote: ↑
January 31st, 2016, 5:26 pm
ACROPOLIS BAR AND LOUNGE
A nondescript two-story building in Downtown Chicago, located on a quiet street corner surrounded by local shops and businesses. The bar and lounge primarily hosts upper-class patrons: a combination of the city's wealthy, shady and well-connected gangsters, corrupt businessmen including union and government officials, and serves as one of many headquarters for Bill Anastasi and crew. Acropolis is considered neutral territory throughout the downtown area for business deals to be negotiated and agreed upon. It is under constant CCTV security, covering every room and surrounding area of the building, monitored through a feed in the office upstairs.
Two tall burly bouncers stand guard and act as security at the main entrance. Two CCTV cameras cover the front door and sidewalk, both placed high and inconspicuously along the building. Both the front door and back alleyway entrance are equipped with deadbolt locks.
Down a narrow hallway are an arrangement of seating areas: a mixture of booths and tables and chairs. Filled with lavish furnishings. The room is dim and typically lit up with wall lamps and often candles. Select patrons also occupy the lounge's spacious, exclusive booths closed off by large curtains for utmost privacy. Inside are two more guards, Sal Vollero and Lenny Nussenbaum, who patrol the bar and lounge area.
Well-groomed staff tend to patrons throughout the room: a handful of middle-aged men and women in dark clothing and aprons. Two jocular bartenders - Anthony and Freddie - serve drinks. Seating more convenient for actual drinking: more round tables with chairs littered all around. Large antique chandeliers hang on the ceiling around the bar area, complimenting the custom mahogany bar and establishment's rustic-style theme.
A staircase accessible behind a generally-locked door at the end of the bar leads to Bill's private office upstairs. Sal or Lenny will pat down any guest before entering. Mounted on the wall behind his desk, covered by a large framed photograph is a safe.
- [x2] NPC thugs, Sal Vollero and Lenny Nussenbaum
- [x2] Bouncers
- [x2] Bartenders
- [x3] Waiters/waitresses
Bill Anastasi wrote: ↑
March 14th, 2016, 4:50 pm
Bill had received word from New York that the money had reached its destination safely - a longtime debt paid off. Now it was time to move. He sent Steve and George past several businesses: the auto and body shops, the funeral parlour, the hotel. Bill's silent ownership and stakes in various rackets were being transferred over to Sally King and his organization. Miami was the next destination - for a while. Bill spoke with Nicky in the office briefly, informed him of his upcoming departure and told him there'd be plenty of work with Sally's guys. Nicky and the Maragos brothers were to stay in Chicago and continue running the auto shop, and to have Wheels Carter's crew work alongside the older Chicago gangster's guys. Frazier and his whores were now open to another criminal group. The assets Bill had sold off held plenty of opportunity. He sat in his office inside Acropolis and sipped a glass of rum, wondering what his next venture might be.
Transfer to Sally King and his group:
- The following properties: The Waldorf Astoria Hotel, Spiros Auto Shop, Colosimo Funeral Parlour, Chicago Repair & Auto, and Pilsen Storage
- The following NPCs: Nicky Giannopoulos, Val Maragos, Kenny Maragos, DeMarcus Carter, Gerald Frazier, [x5] level-3 prostitutes, [x4] NPC thugs (/w Carter), [x5] NPC thugs (/w Frazier), thugs Tony Figaro & Rocco Lo Cigno
- NPC contact Teddy Lambros (resident funeral home embalmer)
- [x3] Lincoln limos & personal drivers
- Nicky's 2008 Honda Accord & Kenny's 2001 Caddy DeVille
- [x4] H&K P30, [x5] Glock 36, [x1] Beretta M9, [x2] Glock 41, [x1] Glock 19, [x2] Taurus 709, [x2] Colt 9mm SMG, [x2] Serbu Super-Shorty