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feelgoodmods (feelgoodmods) wrote, @ 2009-06-03 14:25:00

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Pein 2 bone4you 2009-07-08 10:08 pm UTC (link)

Background History: Yahiko grew up on what passerbys simply called “the wrong side of the tracks”, but he never saw it as such. While his childhood was tainted by drugs, sex, violence, and corruption, he actually remembers it quite fondly. Well, everything except his parents’ murder. He was too young to know exactly what happened, but while he was out playing with a group of friends, his parents had been shot. He had left home that day as a boy playing gangster, and came home an orphan of mafia crime. He didn’t cry, he didn’t openly mourn. He wasn’t a boy, he thought he was a man, and he couldn’t afford to be a weak one, especially now that he was the only member of his family left. He was only seven at the time, but he knew kids who didn’t have parents anymore were taken away. He had seen it before. And he liked his friends, he liked most of the people in the neighborhood, and he didn’t want to lose them too. And after begging a neighbor to take him in and not mention to the cops that the deceased couple had any kid, he was safe…at least from the authorities. His neighbor was not fit to play role model, and it was then that Yahiko got a first-hand look at what a real mafia member dealt with. It wasn’t the romanticized version him and his friends played. It wasn’t about robbing banks, hotwiring cars, and shooting fake weapons at police and shouting ‘come and get me, coppers’. But, even so, he was more than happy to act as the man’s drug mule, messenger boy, and whatever else the guy wanted. He learned how the corrupt dealt with the corrupt. He learned that everyone had their price. And he learned which bones in the human body were most fragile. It never ceased to amaze him how a man lying on the floor in a pool of his own blood, unable to push himself out because his bones were broken, cried and thanked him for letting them live. And it always seemed genuine. It’s what sparked the belief that people did not appreciate their lives, were not content, until they realized what they just lost. By the time Yahiko reached sixteen, he had already become familiar with death and murder, drugs, alcohol, sex, and torture. He did it all. He killed and tortured, not because he got some sick twisted pleasure out of it (although sometimes he did), but because it was necessary to help the innocent people his gang protected, and to further prove his emerging belief. He realized the only way to bring them peace was to bring total destruction to the other side. But no death was in vain, and for every life Yahiko took, he got a piercing. A reminder of the cost of peace. How difficult someone was too kill depended on where he got his piercing. He has a frenum ladder with five steps, each one a memento of boys younger than him that he had to take care of. As far as school went, Yahiko was rather determined to learn and was quiet during class, unless someone else decided to interrupt his learning. Smashing someone’s hand with his fist because they wouldn’t shut up (even if the teacher silently appreciated it) always sent him to the principal’s office. And he was punished enough that even his love of learning couldn’t keep him interested in school. So when his senior year came and he was failing, it seemed his future would stay on the street. But a mentor pulled him aside one day, telling him that strength was power, but knowledge was even more power. The words struck him, and he instantly saw the validity of the statement. The most physically powerful seemed to cower with those of money and intelligence. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

Pein 3 bone4you 2009-07-08 10:08 pm UTC (link)

At eighteen, he had caught the eye of the mafia boss in New York, and he was offered a job working directly for him. It was a good offer, and one he accepted on the condition that he was allowed to go to college. The boss accepted, and he left behind the closest thing to family he had, but never forgetting them. He got his degree in business and learned there were just as many legal ways to fuck someone over as there were illegal. His ethics class had been the most insightful; because it was there that he realized he didn’t really have any ethics. He had no problem doing whatever he needed to do in order to get what he wanted. Even when he watched a girl, learning later that her name was Konan, shoved against the wall in the alley he was more concerned with the situation it’d put him in rather than the actual outcome of her life. Luckily, she was able to fend for herself and actually became a friend commodity for him. And that mentality got him far. He got a job at a company and quickly climbed the corporate ladder through hard work, blackmail, and bribery. At twenty-five he owned a company which became even more powerful with the illegal backings of his ‘family’. But Pein grew bored. Insanely bored. He was president but there were these old jackasses who still controlled everything. Stock holders, board members, someone was always over him, trying to break him, telling him to remove his piercings. Who would take a president seriously that had more piercings than a member of an uncivilized tribe? He found it ironic that as the most powerful man in his company, he was the most bogged down. He was nothing but a face, and a face they were trying to change. So he quit. He didn’t need the money, crime paid very well for those near the top. But he didn’t want to spend his time doing the exact same thing under the watchful eye of the mafia boss, and the man was very opposed to letting him go. But, as he so fondly knew, everyone had their price, and he bought and bartered his freedom, mostly. It was highly suggested that he at least keep an eye on some of the boss’s assets. He had some drug and sex dealings in Reno. So Pein agreed he’d do that. He had heard his old friend had moved that way anyhow. He moved up to Reno, where his boss paid for a rather impressive house in the “Beverly Hills” of Reno, to somewhat of an annoyance to Yahiko. He needed a job to justify his steady flow of income, especially if the cops started watching. So he had a new identity built up, it would probably cause some suspicion when a man, who at the age of 25 was president of a large corporation, was suddenly asking for some piss-ant job. He gave himself the name Pein Kami, (a name that never ceases to amuse him) and he went out in search of a job that could be somewhat entertaining and stress free, and possibly something that could justify his carrying of a weapon. So a security guard who was responsible for watching the surveillance monitors at a porn industry seemed to fit his requirements perfectly. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

Pein 4 bone4you 2009-07-08 10:09 pm UTC (link)

Personality, Likes & Dislikes: You want drugs? You want someone dead? You want someone tied up and waiting for you in your basement when you come home? Pein is the kind of man who can get anyone anything if the price is right. He likes to test the limits of the two beliefs he believes are absolute. The first is that everyone has a price. The more willing someone is to embrace this fact, the more respect Pein would have for them. His lack of ethics can make him somewhat dangerous if someone was to get on his bad side. He has no qualms about using things he finds (such as on the video cameras) for blackmail for his amusement. And has no problem using himself or his money to get him what he wants. His second belief is that pain is the only true path to peace and happiness. It isn’t until someone drags themselves out of the dark hole of despair that they can truly appreciate what life has. He has no problems trying to knock someone down to that level to prove his point. There are really two personalities for Pein, the business personality and the casual personality (which is much less seen of the two). At work he is rather cold and calculating, especially when he’s bored. He’s not the type to say much about himself, ever, so it might take some work for anyone to realize he’s like an illegal supply store, although he does frequently disappear from his post if someone is around to make hushed phone calls. He’s constantly searching for entertainment without looking amused when he finds it. And he’ll put up with a lot to be amused. He’s got thick skin and it will take a lot for someone to get under it, but that being said, there’s a fine line between appropriate banter and insults, do not cross that line or someone will be banging on your door at three in the morning with a baseball bat. Outside of work (as if such a thing existed), he’s much more relaxed, but it might be going too far to call him friendly. He doesn’t mind tossing back a few drinks or smoking a few joints with trusted company, at which point he might even tell a joke or two. Might. He’ll at least smirk at a funny story. He likes all the bad stuff in life, and he likes his ‘family’. He dislikes people who ask about his piercings, try to touch his piercings, or tell him to take his piercings out. He dislikes rude people and hates people who interrupt him when he’s speaking or interrupt someone else when they’re speaking. He doesn’t like country music, they whine too much. If they want real problems, he can give them some. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

Pein 5 bone4you 2009-07-08 10:10 pm UTC (link)

Sample Post: First Person Private I’ve given up the last part of me that connects those people and me together. I suppose it’s only fitting. The Yahiko they knew died that day with them. Perhaps I should have a burial ceremony, place his non-existent body in a grave next to theirs. I wonder if I can remember what unnamed post they were buried under. I should have visited their graves more than once. Not that it matters. They’re only decrepit remains. Tears do not bring back the dead; they only drown those who are still alive. Pein. Its rather fitting I think. I wonder if they would have approved of the name. It’s raining today. Somehow I thought I could escape the rain in Nevada. Its looks like that’s not the case. It must be just as sad of a place as New York. /Private I came across some rather compromising interesting images on surveillance last night around three in the morning. I will be here until five today, you can come find me or the video tapes will be relinquished to the proper authorities. I do not accept checks, and I prefer not to take credit cards. Keep that in mind before coming to see me. Third Person Cell phones. Small distracting bits of technology. The bane of his existence. Who ever thought it was a good idea to create a device that could be carried on your person so someone could contact you at any moment at anywhere? No long does the excuse of ‘I was away from my desk, or not at home’ work. If they weren’t dead, Pein was going to put it on his list of people to kill. Perhaps that would be the occasion where he finally got his Prince Albert. Yes, penis head, you are being saved for the man that created cell phones. Or perhaps for the man that created texts. At least with cell phones he could claim that it was not an appropriate time. But with texts there were no excuses. It was simple enough to smash some keys and press the send button. Which meant he was at the beck and call of his boss. And he definitely didn’t give a shit if Pein was at work, especially since he thought that Pein working for such a meager wage was an entire waste of time. His main job was, and always would be, for the mafia. Maybe he’d save the Prince Albert for that man instead. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	ACCEPTED!! feelgoodmods 2009-07-11 07:36 pm UTC (link)
	Welcome to Feel Good, INC.! You'll find everything you need to get settled in right here! (Reply to this)(Parent)

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