The Corleone Mafia [Running the streets since 2006] [www.cmnation.net]

[shaby]

Application 1. What is your in-game name? Shaby. 2. What are your previous in-game names? Shaby. 3. What will your in-game name be with the CorleoneT tag? Shaby_Corleone 4. Why do you want to join the Corleone Mafia? I love the RP of a Corleone family and i love Corleone. 5. Do you have any RPG experience? If so, how long? Yes i do. I got good rp skills 6. How long have you been playing on Argonath RPG? 2 Months 7. How long and when are you usually online? I'm a active player and im mostly online. 8. Have you ever been banned? If yes, for what reasons? Nope. 9. Do you have any previous group experiences? If yes, in which groups? Yes, in Cotroni and Groves. 10. Do you have any specialities? Which? Shooting and Team working. 11. What are you trying to achieve while being a Corleone mobster? Gain some respect and a big name in Argonath. And help my team mates 12. What is your character background/history? I was born in Los Santos, hospital. My mom left me and my family after giving birth to me. I grew up with my sister Jennifer and we lived with our parents at Verona Beach. Jennifer was one year older than me. I started school the same school where Jennifer was studying. We both used to be together in school but some people bullied us so we changed our school. Our father was in drugs dealing, and some mafiasos were after him. Jennifer and I were in the same in room and we heard some bikes noise. We looked outside the window and saw 4 people on bikes. I supposed that they came for our father. They suddenly came inside the and killed our father. Me and Jennifer started crying. We hided inside the wardrobe and watched everything. So it was me and my sister Jennifer left only, we started doing jobs to earn some money for the food and house. When we finished our studies, we continued doing our jobs. But we lot were'nt making good money in legal jobs so we started doing drugs dealing. Me and Jennifer wanted our dad revenge, so we went back to Los Santos. We had a big dealers there. We started looking for that guy who killed our dad and one day we found him at Club. We was waiting for him outside the club. When he came out from the club we said to him "Ayo you are the one who killed our dad right?" He was shocked when he saw us and our mates. We all started shooting on and kill him outside the club. We bought a big large drugs factory because our business was getting established so we needed one. And thats how we became a big drugs dealer! 13. Where did you hear about the Corleone Mafia?  Friends, families, business and forums. 14. Do you agree with following the family rules and orders from your superiors? Yes

[Deni]

1. What is your in-game name? Alan.   
2. What are your previous in-game names?Chuck,Tyron.Dwayne.Alex_Smith,BrianClaus.Brian.    
3. What will your in-game name be with the CorleoneT tag?Alan_CorleoneT    
4. Why do you want to join the Corleone Mafia?They are well organised,respectfull,they are good roleplayers,they arent rulebreakers.    
5. Do you have any RPG experience? If so, how long? Since 3rd of September 2012   
6. How long have you been playing on Argonath RPG?Since 3rd of September 2012    
7. How long and when are you usually online? I got school only in the morning so:14CET till 21CET    
8. Have you ever been banned? If yes, for what reasons? No   
9. Do you have any previous group experiences? If yes, in which groups? No    
10. Do you have any specialities? Which? Driving,shooting,roleplaying   
11. What are you trying to achieve while being a Corleone mobster? More friends,more experience,more roleplays.And I want to be helpful.   
12. What is your character background/history?It’s a long way to Vegas, the old man said.
He was ancient, with a weather beaten, deeply creviced face. His dark skin and his eyes spoke to his Native American ancestry. He was also poor. He wore oily blue jeans and an oily blue shirt and a battered straw cowboy hat to shield his squinting eyes from the hot sun. He squinted constantly and spoke with a serious tone to his voice, as though revealing some important truth, as though the answers to all of life’s questions could be fathomed in the fact that it was a long way from there to Las Vegas.
Yep, agreed the second man, who wore a John Deere cap and whose face and clothes were just as ragged. He stared Billy Cox in the eyes and pronounced gravely a well known truth: it’s a long way Vegas.
I was a hot. The sun beat down on the top of Billy’s head like the backbeat from Pearl Jam song blaring out of his boy’s stereo. He could not remember it ever being this hot in the foothills of Van Winkle County, where 110 degrees is not uncommon in the summer. This must be some kind of record, 120 or more. He hated the heat. In fact, he hated Pearl Jam, but he had to listen to it because his son listened to it and Billy couldn’t escape it. Besides, he supposed that his father had hated the Rolling Stones just as much. But right now it wasn’t just Pearl Jam Billy hated. Right now Billy hated everything. He hated the heat and he hated these two old men and he hated his job, because right now he should be in his cutoff shorts and a tank top, sitting in his living-room with a cold beer in one hand and the remote in the other and the air conditioning cranked up full, watching his big-screen TV, instead of being out here in his starched uniform in this Goddamn California heat. But that was his job, and he took the job seriously. With power comes responsibility, and Billy had a lot of both. There is nothing so much like God on this Earth as a ship captain at sea or the sheriff of Van Winkle County.
Van Winkle County was the road kill capital of the world. Someone once wrote that if it lives in Van Winkle County there is one lying dead by the side of the road somewhere. On his way over here Billy had passed two dead dogs, four dead raccoons, a crushed rattle snake and a departed deer. But the poof of the statement was lying a hundred feet away in a pool of her own blood.
She had probably been pretty. That was Billy’s thought when he first examined the body, that she had probably been pretty, but it was hard to tell with part of her jaw blown off. She had a nice body though, that was for sure. She fit a specific type of girl you found in California: big blond hair, big heels, big breasts, and lots of money that may or may not have been hers. The car certainly fit the stereotype. It was a late model Porsche 911 Turbo, black like her tight little dress, all sex and speed: a $100,000 car to go with her $100,000 body, hot like her, but right now too hot to touch. The heat waves radiating off the Porsche’s black roof turned the distant buttes into a Salvador Dali landscape. The surface of the car was probably 150 degrees.The body was lying between the car and the gas pumps. The filling hose was still stuck in the fill spout. She had put in seven and three tenths gallons before the pump had stopped. Her purse was on the passenger seat of the car. There was an empty soda bottle lying next to her, its contents spilled on the pavement by her head, mixing with her blood.
What she had been doing here Billy couldn’t imagine. Nobody came here any more. This filling station was far off the beaten path. Once upon a time there had been a hotel across the street with concrete wig-wams for rooms and a twenty foot concrete Indian out front. Next to that hotel had been another with a sixty-foot dinosaur, and next to that a diner in an old air-conditioned railroad car. The Nation had owned the hotel once upon a time, playing to the white-man’s stereotypes of their people—his people. The stupid grinning concrete chief was still there, but absent his nose and several toes which a group of boys had broken off with a sledge hammer.
This place was prosperous a long time ago, but the old highway had been abandoned. The state had built a new six-lane freeway down in the valley, and like a river that had changed its course it had left this little corner of Van Winkle County high and dry. Nobody came down this road anymore. The Porsche had probably been the only car out here all day. The only thing left was this old filling station with it’s rusty pumps and broken windows and two old men who continued running it because they had nowhere else to go. Well, they could go back to the Rancheria. The rest of the nation had moved back onto the Rancheria, farther up in the hills, where a shiny new casino had replaced the tacky hotel as their main source of income. They could go there where the nation would take care of them and they’d live a comfortable life on all the money they were stealing back from the white-man: but they were too damn stubborn for that. Instead they stayed out here, on this desolate old road across from that damned concrete Indian, because this was their land and they refused to give it up. He hated them more than anything, just like he hated himself. They were the past he couldn’t escape. They were his family, and he hated being one of them.
Tell me again, dad, Billy said to the man in the straw cowboy hat, leveling upon him the eyeless gaze he normally gave drunken motorists, his face hidden behind mirrored sunglasses.
Rolled in here about two o’clock,”his uncle Earl, interjected, pretty little thing. Nice car too. Said she was going to Vegas
 
Long way to Vegas, Billy’s dad said again.

Did she ask directions? Billy inquired.

Nope, his father answered, she asked how far it was to Vegas.

Told her, Earl said, Long way.

Then what happened?

Well, his father continued, she bought a soda and paid for her gas. She was filling her tank when the motorcycle pulled up.

Jap-bike, said Uncle Earl, one of those rice burning crotch-rockets.

He pulled out a great big pistol and shot her in the face. Then he just rode off. Must have been some sort of mob thing.
Like The Sopranos,” Earl volunteered.

Did he peel out? Billy asked.

Nope, said Earl.

Just drove away, said Billy’s father. These two had been completing each other’s thoughts since before the Burmashave signs came down.

Could you describe the motorcyclist?

Nope, said his father.

Didn’t see his face, said his uncle, he had one of those full face helmets with a black face screen.

Face screen, Billie repeated.

Full suit of riding leathers, his dad went on.

Black, like his helmet.

And the bike.

What kind of pistol? Billy inquired.

Big.

Semi-auto.

And big.

Maybe a .45.

They were so annoying.

Which way did he ride off after he left? Billy continued.

South, said his father, Probably in Bakersfield by now.

Or Vegas. continued Uncle Earl.

Nope, Billy’s father corrected him.  Too far. It’s a long way to Vegas.

Humph, Billy grunted, and he walked away.

Bakersfield. Or Vegas. It was a long way to Vegas, and nobody came through here to get there. They’d either have to go over Heidelberg Pass or south through Wilfred Heights and out 15. Or through Death Valley, which in this heat made even less sense.

Was she going to go south? He asked absently.

Nope, said his dad, Through the pass.

It’s open till October, his uncle said, as if the Sheriff wouldn’t know that.

The motor cyclist had gone south. He could have been heading for Vegas too. If the motorcyclist had crossed the state line into Nevada, which meant the F.B.I. would have to get involved. They’d come around, crawling all over the place, messing up his county, and they wouldn’t solve a damn thing. He’d like to leave it to them but he couldn’t. Feds were useless. They’d never see it. Billy had never met a fed who could find his rear-end with both hands and a flashlight.  But it was right there in front of Billy, as plain as the nose on his face, and it was up to him to do something about it. It was his county, his responsibility. He checked the woman’s purse just to be sure. He found fifteen dollars and no credit cards.

Stand up, dad, he said, You too Uncle Earl.

And then he cuffed them.

They couldn’t believe it. He was family and he was arresting them—worse, condemning them. They’d get the needle for sure. And it was Billy sending them to their doom. They couldn’t understand how he could do it. They didn’t say a word. They just stared at him dumbly as he read them their rights.
He searched the station (he didn’t need a warrant, it had been in his family or years). He found the girl’s credit cards in the till, along with seven hundred thirty five dollars and his father’s old colt .45, which he knew without ballistics would turn out to be the gun that had killed her, just as he knew that nobody could survive in this God-awful heat in black leathers and a full faced helmet.


13. Where did you hear about the Corleone Mafia? Since I registered I heared everything about Corleone   
14. Do you agree with following the family rules and orders from your superiors?    Yes

[MarceloS.]

Application 1. What is your in-game name? Shaby. 2. What are your previous in-game names? Shaby. 3. What will your in-game name be with the CorleoneT tag? Shaby_Corleone 4. Why do you want to join the Corleone Mafia? I love to join Corleone because they are great mafia. 5. Do you have any RPG experience? If so, how long? Yes i do. I got good rp skills 6. How long have you been playing on Argonath RPG? 2 Months 7. How long and when are you usually online? I'm a active player and im mostly online. 8. Have you ever been banned? If yes, for what reasons? Nope. 9. Do you have any previous group experiences? If yes, in which groups? No groups 10. Do you have any specialities? Which? Shooting 11. What are you trying to achieve while being a Corleone mobster? Help them 12. What is your character background/history? Frank 13. Where did you hear about the Corleone Mafia? I was fireman before but now i started doing drugs and dealing. 14. Do you agree with following the family rules and orders from your superiors? Yes

1)History Frank 2)You was in Cotroni

[RizzE.]

1)History Frank 2)You was in Cotroni

He told us in CB about Cotroni.

[Ritcher]

Congratulations all

[CharlieKasper]

1. What is your in-game name? Alan.   
2. What are your previous in-game names?Chuck,Tyron.Dwayne.Alex_Smith,BrianClaus.Brian.    
3. What will your in-game name be with the CorleoneT tag?Alan_CorleoneT    
4. Why do you want to join the Corleone Mafia?They are well organised,respectfull,they are good roleplayers,they arent rulebreakers.    
5. Do you have any RPG experience? If so, how long? Since 3rd of September 2012   
6. How long have you been playing on Argonath RPG?Since 3rd of September 2012    
7. How long and when are you usually online? I got school only in the morning so:14CET till 21CET    
8. Have you ever been banned? If yes, for what reasons? No   
9. Do you have any previous group experiences? If yes, in which groups? No    
10. Do you have any specialities? Which? Driving,shooting,roleplaying   
11. What are you trying to achieve while being a Corleone mobster? More friends,more experience,more roleplays.And I want to be helpfull.   
12. What is your character background/history? Man called Alan was born in 1990. Alan and his parents lived in Vinewood. His father was a lawyer and that’s why they had some money to spend. Alan was a person with a lot of ideas. He finished school with high grades and his parents were proud of him.
Wenn he turned 16 years old his parents bought a nice apartment for him.
He didn’t had a job and he still didn’t knew what he would do the rest of his life. Everyday he checked the newspaper for jobs. Then he saw an advertisement from a driving license company called LS-DL. It was one of the biggest driving license company’s around Los Santos. Alan always wanted a big challenge and this was what he wanted. His idea was to build a license company which had everything. Driving, sailing, flying and weapons licenses. As soon as he could he wrote down all his ideas. The name, the building, cars, planes, boats and much more. He told his dad about his plans and his father started to believe in Alan. He liked the plans and Alan made his father proud. From this moment Alan and his father started building the license company. They were asking information from every building which was available at the City Hall. And finally, they found a perfect building with a perfect parking lot in the centre of Los Santos. His father bought the building with his hard earned money. But his father told Alan it was worth it. Afcourse Alan thought about a name already. LS-LC, the Los Santos License Company. His father became prouder and prouder. Alan took care of everything. In 2008 was everything done. Alan was 18 years old and LS-LC was ready to start off. He made lots of advertisements and sooner or later he had some people. After some years he became second best license company. But afcourse he had the people of Los Santos more to offer. Sailing, flying and weapons license. After several years passed he became an famous and important man of Los Santos. One year later he met a beautiful girl called Jessica Hanson. She was 20 years old and she lived in San Fierro. After 2 years they decided to spent the rest of their lives together. They married in 2011. It was a huge and expensive wedding. Afcourse they thought about having a child and their first baby came in 2013.They named him Charles.They are still in Los Santos.    
13. Where did you hear about the Corleone Mafia? Since I registered I heared everything about Corleone   
14. Do you agree with following the family rules and orders from your superiors?    Yes

corleonemafia.com/index.php?pid=jointhefamily
Use this page to post your application.


Don't use wordpad/notepad/ms word to copy and paste your answers, it gives you an error. Write your story!!!

[CharlieKasper]

Application 1. What is your in-game name? Shaby. 2. What are your previous in-game names? Shaby. 3. What will your in-game name be with the CorleoneT tag? Shaby_Corleone 4. Why do you want to join the Corleone Mafia? I love the RP of a Corleone family and i love Corleone. 5. Do you have any RPG experience? If so, how long? Yes i do. I got good rp skills 6. How long have you been playing on Argonath RPG? 2 Months 7. How long and when are you usually online? I'm a active player and im mostly online. 8. Have you ever been banned? If yes, for what reasons? Nope. 9. Do you have any previous group experiences? If yes, in which groups? Yes, in Cotroni and Groves. 10. Do you have any specialities? Which? Shooting and Team working. 11. What are you trying to achieve while being a Corleone mobster? Gain some respect and a big name in Argonath. And help my team mates 12. What is your character background/history? I was born in Los Santos, hospital. My mom left me and my family after giving birth to me. I grew up with my sister Jennifer and we lived with our parents at Verona Beach. Jennifer was one year older than me. I started school the same school where Jennifer was studying. We both used to be together in school but some people bullied us so we changed our school. Our father was in drugs dealing, and some mafiasos were after him. Jennifer and I were in the same in room and we heard some bikes noise. We looked outside the window and saw 4 people on bikes. I supposed that they came for our father. They suddenly came inside the and killed our father. Me and Jennifer started crying. We hided inside the wardrobe and watched everything. So it was me and my sister Jennifer left only, we started doing jobs to earn some money for the food and house. When we finished our studies, we continued doing our jobs. But we lot were'nt making good money in legal jobs so we started doing drugs dealing. Me and Jennifer wanted our dad revenge, so we went back to Los Santos. We had a big dealers there. We started looking for that guy who killed our dad and one day we found him at Club. We was waiting for him outside the club. When he came out from the club we said to him "Ayo you are the one who killed our dad right?" He was shocked when he saw us and our mates. We all started shooting on and kill him outside the club. We bought a big large drugs factory because our business was getting established so we needed one. And thats how we became a big drugs dealer! 13. Where did you hear about the Corleone Mafia?  Friends, families, business and forums. 14. Do you agree with following the family rules and orders from your superiors? Yes

application under discussion, join channel 5666.

[Deni]

corleonemafia.com/index.php?pid=jointhefamily
Use this page to post your application.


Don't use wordpad/notepad/ms word to copy and paste your answers, it gives you an error. Write your story!!!

This is my story,I wrote in the notepad so I could clear some mistakes.And I cant apply there,because it says:404 NOT FOUND.

[CharlieKasper]

Argonath forums doesn't accept characters used in notepad/ms word or word pad. You will have to write it in the application, not paste it.

[Deni]

Argonath forums doesn't accept characters used in notepad/ms word or word pad. You will have to write it in the application, not paste it.

Okay.

[CharlieKasper]

There was nothing wrong with your story. I said go to www.corleonemafia.com and then go to the application page (Join the family), fill the form and post it.

[Deni]

There was nothing wrong with your story. I said go to www.corleonemafia.com and then go to the application page (Join the family), fill the form and post it.

When I want to post it it says::404 NOT FOUND -.-

[CharlieKasper]

1. What is your in-game name? Alan.   
2. What are your previous in-game names?Chuck,Tyron.Dwayne.Alex_Smith,BrianClaus.Brian.    
3. What will your in-game name be with the CorleoneT tag?Alan_CorleoneT    
4. Why do you want to join the Corleone Mafia?They are well organised,respectfull,they are good roleplayers,they arent rulebreakers.    
5. Do you have any RPG experience? If so, how long? Since 3rd of September 2012   
6. How long have you been playing on Argonath RPG?Since 3rd of September 2012    
7. How long and when are you usually online? I got school only in the morning so:14CET till 21CET    
8. Have you ever been banned? If yes, for what reasons? No   
9. Do you have any previous group experiences? If yes, in which groups? No    
10. Do you have any specialities? Which? Driving,shooting,roleplaying   
11. What are you trying to achieve while being a Corleone mobster? More friends,more experience,more roleplays.And I want to be helpful.   
12. What is your character background/history?It’s a long way to Vegas, the old man said.
He was ancient, with a weather beaten, deeply creviced face. His dark skin and his eyes spoke to his Native American ancestry. He was also poor. He wore oily blue jeans and an oily blue shirt and a battered straw cowboy hat to shield his squinting eyes from the hot sun. He squinted constantly and spoke with a serious tone to his voice, as though revealing some important truth, as though the answers to all of life’s questions could be fathomed in the fact that it was a long way from there to Las Vegas.
Yep, agreed the second man, who wore a John Deere cap and whose face and clothes were just as ragged. He stared Billy Cox in the eyes and pronounced gravely a well known truth: it’s a long way Vegas.
I was a hot. The sun beat down on the top of Billy’s head like the backbeat from Pearl Jam song blaring out of his boy’s stereo. He could not remember it ever being this hot in the foothills of Van Winkle County, where 110 degrees is not uncommon in the summer. This must be some kind of record, 120 or more. He hated the heat. In fact, he hated Pearl Jam, but he had to listen to it because his son listened to it and Billy couldn’t escape it. Besides, he supposed that his father had hated the Rolling Stones just as much. But right now it wasn’t just Pearl Jam Billy hated. Right now Billy hated everything. He hated the heat and he hated these two old men and he hated his job, because right now he should be in his cutoff shorts and a tank top, sitting in his living-room with a cold beer in one hand and the remote in the other and the air conditioning cranked up full, watching his big-screen TV, instead of being out here in his starched uniform in this Goddamn California heat. But that was his job, and he took the job seriously. With power comes responsibility, and Billy had a lot of both. There is nothing so much like God on this Earth as a ship captain at sea or the sheriff of Van Winkle County.
Van Winkle County was the road kill capital of the world. Someone once wrote that if it lives in Van Winkle County there is one lying dead by the side of the road somewhere. On his way over here Billy had passed two dead dogs, four dead raccoons, a crushed rattle snake and a departed deer. But the poof of the statement was lying a hundred feet away in a pool of her own blood.
She had probably been pretty. That was Billy’s thought when he first examined the body, that she had probably been pretty, but it was hard to tell with part of her jaw blown off. She had a nice body though, that was for sure. She fit a specific type of girl you found in California: big blond hair, big heels, big breasts, and lots of money that may or may not have been hers. The car certainly fit the stereotype. It was a late model Porsche 911 Turbo, black like her tight little dress, all sex and speed: a $100,000 car to go with her $100,000 body, hot like her, but right now too hot to touch. The heat waves radiating off the Porsche’s black roof turned the distant buttes into a Salvador Dali landscape. The surface of the car was probably 150 degrees.The body was lying between the car and the gas pumps. The filling hose was still stuck in the fill spout. She had put in seven and three tenths gallons before the pump had stopped. Her purse was on the passenger seat of the car. There was an empty soda bottle lying next to her, its contents spilled on the pavement by her head, mixing with her blood.
What she had been doing here Billy couldn’t imagine. Nobody came here any more. This filling station was far off the beaten path. Once upon a time there had been a hotel across the street with concrete wig-wams for rooms and a twenty foot concrete Indian out front. Next to that hotel had been another with a sixty-foot dinosaur, and next to that a diner in an old air-conditioned railroad car. The Nation had owned the hotel once upon a time, playing to the white-man’s stereotypes of their people—his people. The stupid grinning concrete chief was still there, but absent his nose and several toes which a group of boys had broken off with a sledge hammer.
This place was prosperous a long time ago, but the old highway had been abandoned. The state had built a new six-lane freeway down in the valley, and like a river that had changed its course it had left this little corner of Van Winkle County high and dry. Nobody came down this road anymore. The Porsche had probably been the only car out here all day. The only thing left was this old filling station with it’s rusty pumps and broken windows and two old men who continued running it because they had nowhere else to go. Well, they could go back to the Rancheria. The rest of the nation had moved back onto the Rancheria, farther up in the hills, where a shiny new casino had replaced the tacky hotel as their main source of income. They could go there where the nation would take care of them and they’d live a comfortable life on all the money they were stealing back from the white-man: but they were too damn stubborn for that. Instead they stayed out here, on this desolate old road across from that damned concrete Indian, because this was their land and they refused to give it up. He hated them more than anything, just like he hated himself. They were the past he couldn’t escape. They were his family, and he hated being one of them.
Tell me again, dad, Billy said to the man in the straw cowboy hat, leveling upon him the eyeless gaze he normally gave drunken motorists, his face hidden behind mirrored sunglasses.
Rolled in here about two o’clock,”his uncle Earl, interjected, pretty little thing. Nice car too. Said she was going to Vegas
 
Long way to Vegas, Billy’s dad said again.

Did she ask directions? Billy inquired.

Nope, his father answered, she asked how far it was to Vegas.

Told her, Earl said, Long way.

Then what happened?

Well, his father continued, she bought a soda and paid for her gas. She was filling her tank when the motorcycle pulled up.

Jap-bike, said Uncle Earl, one of those rice burning crotch-rockets.

He pulled out a great big pistol and shot her in the face. Then he just rode off. Must have been some sort of mob thing.
Like The Sopranos,” Earl volunteered.

Did he peel out? Billy asked.

Nope, said Earl.

Just drove away, said Billy’s father. These two had been completing each other’s thoughts since before the Burmashave signs came down.

Could you describe the motorcyclist?

Nope, said his father.

Didn’t see his face, said his uncle, he had one of those full face helmets with a black face screen.

Face screen, Billie repeated.

Full suit of riding leathers, his dad went on.

Black, like his helmet.

And the bike.

What kind of pistol? Billy inquired.

Big.

Semi-auto.

And big.

Maybe a .45.

They were so annoying.

Which way did he ride off after he left? Billy continued.

South, said his father, Probably in Bakersfield by now.

Or Vegas. continued Uncle Earl.

Nope, Billy’s father corrected him.  Too far. It’s a long way to Vegas.

Humph, Billy grunted, and he walked away.

Bakersfield. Or Vegas. It was a long way to Vegas, and nobody came through here to get there. They’d either have to go over Heidelberg Pass or south through Wilfred Heights and out 15. Or through Death Valley, which in this heat made even less sense.

Was she going to go south? He asked absently.

Nope, said his dad, Through the pass.

It’s open till October, his uncle said, as if the Sheriff wouldn’t know that.

The motor cyclist had gone south. He could have been heading for Vegas too. If the motorcyclist had crossed the state line into Nevada, which meant the F.B.I. would have to get involved. They’d come around, crawling all over the place, messing up his county, and they wouldn’t solve a damn thing. He’d like to leave it to them but he couldn’t. Feds were useless. They’d never see it. Billy had never met a fed who could find his rear-end with both hands and a flashlight.  But it was right there in front of Billy, as plain as the nose on his face, and it was up to him to do something about it. It was his county, his responsibility. He checked the woman’s purse just to be sure. He found fifteen dollars and no credit cards.

Stand up, dad, he said, You too Uncle Earl.

And then he cuffed them.

They couldn’t believe it. He was family and he was arresting them—worse, condemning them. They’d get the needle for sure. And it was Billy sending them to their doom. They couldn’t understand how he could do it. They didn’t say a word. They just stared at him dumbly as he read them their rights.
He searched the station (he didn’t need a warrant, it had been in his family or years). He found the girl’s credit cards in the till, along with seven hundred thirty five dollars and his father’s old colt .45, which he knew without ballistics would turn out to be the gun that had killed her, just as he knew that nobody could survive in this God-awful heat in black leathers and a full faced helmet.


13. Where did you hear about the Corleone Mafia? Since I registered I heared everything about Corleone   
14. Do you agree with following the family rules and orders from your superiors?    Yes

Noted

[Def Perry]

Hello everyone.

[Manas]

Application 1. What is your in-game name? Manaz_Cole 2. What are your previous in-game names? Manaz_Rivosecchi, [MU]Manaz, Manas., Manaz, Manaz_Scotto ,[GG]Manas, Manas_McCullum 3. What will your in-game name be with the CorleoneT tag? Manaz_CorleoneT 4. Why do you want to join the Corleone Mafia? I am in search of a family who would take care of me and to whom i would dedicate my services heartedly. 5. Do you have any RPG experience? If so, how long? Yes, i have gained a lot of RP experience since i joined argonath in various situations. 6. How long have you been playing on Argonath RPG? One and Half an year. 7. How long and when are you usually online? Daily upto 2 hours but upto 4hrs during weekend. Most probable timings- 11:30-12:30GMT and 1530-1630hrs. Varies during weekend. 8. Have you ever been banned? If yes, for what reasons? Yes, When i was very new i was once banned for flaming countries and before 3-4months for scamming admins in troll and intention to scam 9. Do you have any previous group experiences? If yes, in which groups? Yes, in GG , rivosecchi, scotto and McCullum. 10. Do you have any specialities? Which? Yes, im good at handling emergency situations and good at firing weapons and RPing Robberies. 11. What are you trying to achieve while being a Corleone mobster? A teamwork experience to enrich my RP and to prove myself to be a good recruit. 12. What is your character background/history? My story dates back to 2011 when i was working as a gangster in R3 group in Vice City. Days for me were lucky until i was almost dead in a Car Blast. I was taken to Los Santos by my uncle who got me treated there by good doctors. As i was discharged i came to know about the beauty of the city and i decided to settle there. I came across many gangs and learnt that to earn respect fast, mafias were good route. I was recruited in Rivosecchi mafia where i learnt many things. My first stage was completed. I settled in San Fierro where i was working as a representative of Scotto family there. I led many deals and stuff. Cops were concerned about the growing power of mafias. They planned a huge attack on my family and everything was lost. I was stranded alone knowing nowhere to go.and was in search of a light, a true light of my life. 13. Where did you hear about the Corleone Mafia?  Ritcher 14. Do you agree with following the family rules and orders from your superiors? Yes,I do.

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