Columbia, 1930. The Great Depression came to rob the entire nation like a thief in the night. Or well, most of the nation. Luckily my city was left unaffected by it. Instead the Columbia snobs pointed their fingers at the ‘Sodom Below’. They laughed like hyenas at those who were living this hell on earth. Their self-righteous asses got them thinking that the rest of America deserved this kind of punishment.
Prohibition never ended here in Columbia. No, instead the Founders just carried out the Volstead Acteven more. These zealots wanted it to be made known to every damned living, breathing thing that the Temperance Movement was alive and well in the streets of New Eden.Hell, not even the ‘Sodom below’, could touch it. And especially not there, since those Sodomites ran the Volstead Act into the ground.
But nah. Not everyone in Columbia really followed the Volstead Act anyway. Not even the supposedly religious higher echelons. They snuck in the debauchery they despised behind closed doors. When the cats were away, the mice would play. And that was what went on behind closed doors.
Of course, these damn high-brows still thought they ruled the city. Tch. They were fooling themselves, and they didn’t even know it! Fooled themselves like the dips they were! No. They hardly had any control of this floating mess of a concrete jungle, not ever since Fink had gone to hell. He was as good as dead. And with him being as good as dead, all the oppressed Irishmen took this chance to put their mark on the map. They overtook Finkton and pretty much almost every God-forsaken place surrounding it.
The townsfolk knew them as ‘The Irish Mob’. They weren’t one to mess with. They really weren’t.
Now they had a whole boot-legging empire in the works. Actually, include a bunch of other crap in that mix: Racketeering. Gambling. Loan-sharking. Extortion. Oh, and a whole bunch’a million ways to traffick people and illegal shit. The lot of them. They were nothin’ but a bunch’a fraudulent, two-bit gangsters! And they were damn proud of it.
The Mob rose from the ashes so fast, they were able to form a crime syndicate with the other colored city-folk in no time. And this syndicate was just the beginning. Columbia wasn’t New Eden anymore. Columbia was agangster’s paradise.
Based on the infamous “My Immortal” bad fic of Harry Potter fandom. [[Put your character in the generator then paste the description. Tag 5 or more people on whomever you wanna see be ‘My Immortalized’. B)
Hi my name is Carmen Claretta Colombera and I have Long raven hair that reaches my past the shoulders and Emerald green eyes like a starving artist and a lot of people tell me I look like Dita von Teese (AN: if u don’t know who they are get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to Carmen San Diego but I wish I was because she’s a major fucking hottie. I have porcelain skin. I’m also a burlesque dancer and an undercover agent, and I spy on enemies and sleep with them in New York, New Yorkwhere I work at The Dirty Martini (I’m 26). I’m a pin-up Rockabilly girl (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly red and black lace. I love Saks 5th Avenue and I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a Red off-the-shoulder sweetheart top that shows off my cleavage) and Black pencil skirt that shows off my curves,Nude fully-fashioned stockings that have black seems up the back and Black “fuck me” pumps. I was wearing Bright red lipstick, ivory foundation, cat-winged eyeliner, and neutral eye-shadow. I was walking outside Rapture. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of Splicers stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them. “Hey Carmen Claretta Colombera!” shouted a voice. I looked up. It was… Elvis Presley!