Pinstripe Potoroo

      ⑇   FEROCIOUS METAL BULLETS AND KEEN INTELLIGENCE, they called it the survival of the strongest, the fittest. What is wrong for wanting a long and prosperous life?

     ゛   You’d bettah’ do it.   ゛   The muscle in his arm relaxes, and his right-hand, which held his recognized Tommy gun with the barrel still warm, fall in calm. There was no spilled blood on the dirty floor, only warning bullets of these he loves to gift when his authority is challenged by idiots. The mobster would give a sign to a couple of henchmen to go after the dead man, as now his principal attention is switched by the only curious eyes watching him.

                                                                 What to DO with the stranger who has                                                                                        witnessed the shooting?

Potorotti had very present the imminent danger tottering on a tightrope. A society where suppresses the feral instinct of teeth looking to tear fresh meat to the bone, hidden behind those false faces and smiles of acceptance, were nothing but lies with red ink. How curious it was, another carnivore with white teeth has crossed his path this very day.

Slender, with a curved back and a boring gaze. A wolf trying to appeal his good side? Pinstripe slowly approached the wolf, inspecting him from head to toe while commenting with macabre lips, a false worried tone.

     ゛    Youse don’t wanna waste my time wit’ someone as big as youse, right? Youse know, fishes doan eat as before!   ゛   Without taking his eyes off him, the marsupial passes by his side just to stop behind his back, keeping enough space between them. At judging by his clothes, the wolf seemed to be a student. 

      ⑇   CHICAGO, THE CITY THAT WITNESSED the rise of his name, along with the ego that dressed him all over. Returning here puts a smile on that brown visage. When an idea got into his head, hard it is to change his mind. Having more allies protected under his last name was a diligent business that kept the Don busy from time to time.

Pinstripe is aware of a woman who had laid her foundations in this city, becoming feared and respected as if another Virginia Hill had been born to stay in this cruel actuality. His curiosity is powerful, and the fact of meeting her in person would bring him to this bar at this time of night. He never had the chance when he was living in Chicago years ago. However, the marsupial also knew the danger and dispute between two mafias that had dominated the streets for years. Two mafias of wild animals looking to tear each other's skin. 

The first mafia, the Squirrel Syndicate, had him indifferent. Nothing more than rodents with little head to remember where they had kept their seeds. The second mafia is the one that put a line between his brows and a headache every time the name came to his ears, the Italian American rats, the Emerald. Confuse him as a member of that mafia is the worst insult one could give to Don Pinstripelli Potorotti, a marsupial, not a rat.

Among the cigarette smoke and the faint light that lit the room, he felt offended to see how they protected the lady immediately when the light made his face visible in front of her. A foreign language, she tries to calm her hasty henchmen in a calm tone, and when things seemed to be a good first impression, she destroyed it with her following question.

How dare he not recognize one of the most important Godfathers in Chicago? He’s a Don for love of Corleone! Anyway, an annoyance that he would make up with a charming smile, and earnest voice addressing her.

     ゛   Accidents don’t happen to people who take accidents as a personal insult, signora. But I unnerstand dat some people tend to confuse marsupials wit’ rats!   ゛   A chuckle slips out before talking with authority and gentle.   ゛   Miss Alca Galencia, right? I’m Pinstripelli Potorotti. I and my men were just comin’ for a visit because I have heard very good tings related to youse!   ゛

𝐏𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝     ⟨  meme  ⟩♥   When it comes to shipping, what factors are absolutely necessary for a ship to develop?

Only one word, the chemistry between both, muses and muns. Listen, there can be a good base in background, a good idea or even, a good plot behind words, but if there’s no chemistry, it will not be a ship.

Both muses need to have this magic while interacting, no matter if it’s canon or not, they must have that magic to work out as a couple later. But not only them, but muns also needs this good chemistry as well! Because a ship is not only one person who will build the relationship, it’s the whole idea, work, and feelings from both parties!

𝐏𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝     ⟨  meme  ⟩☑   What is a plot idea you’re willing to play with virtually any partner? What makes that plot so special to you?

I have a few in mind, but a plot that involucrate the black cat makes my inspiration flow! Since the creation of this blog, just a few weeks later, I introduced the LePonCat family. That family was friends with Pinstripe and the Don of that family is a very important provider of Alcohol for his casino. Bibier, the black cat, is the second son who decided to broke this bond trying to kill Pinstripe.

A plot where Pinstripe is worried, stressed, feeling that he doesn’t have an escape, writing him on his most vulnerable side, even crying and being comforted by a friend is something that I would love to write with a partner.

𝐏𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝     〈  meme  〉☒   Is there any sort of behavior towards your muse ( ic or ooc ) that you simply cannot stand?

THAT SHIT HURTED…

lerighe·:

Nack being hit by Amy is the funniest thing I’ve seen in the Sonic Fandom. Pinstripe is amused too.

NO DON’T LIKE PINSTRIPE SEE–

   ゛   Foist, youse should understand what loyalty means. Is what I ask and demand. My bodyguard is de one I’ve known for as long as I can remember, to whom I have placed my full trust and affection. My men have gone through many trials wit’ me, so dey won my most sincere affection too.   ゛

One thing that I love about having a Tawna to interact with, is work and talk about their relationship. Because, you wanted or not, Tawna and Pinstripe do have a type of relationship that could be considered as canon inside the Crash Bandicoot bible. So, let’s go for that question: What do have Tawna and Pinstripe?

First, we have to read the first and second paragraph of Tawna’s background: Tawna is Willy’s heartthrob ( Crash old name ). The perfect blend of beauty and brains, Tawna is the only creature to go through the Evolv-O-Ray without a subsequent visit to the Cortex Vortex. Thus her brilliance remains, not twisted by the latter device... for now.

More than a simple damsel in distress, Tawna spends her time matching wits with N. Cortex, attempting to reason with N. Brio, and fomenting revolution among Cortex’s henchmen. Tawna is a force to be reckoned with.

So, while waiting for Crash, she started to put the cards on the table. She hates Cortex and wants a revolution against him. But, if she wanted that revolution to work out, she needs to convince someone more apart of N. Brio, someone important who could make it viable and possible. That someone is Pinstripe. 

If we go to Pinstripe’s background, it says and I bold, NO ONE gets power on the islands unless they come to ask favors from Pinstripe. He’s one of the most important henchmen ( from the mutants ) of Cortex at the moment, Tawna knows that so she needed him for her plan.

We both get into the conclusion that Tawna was the one who convinced Pinstripe to get away from Cortex’s side. She was sure that, apart from his reputation, he’s not a bad person like Cortex is. And, that makes sense! 

After the first game, we don’t know anything about Pinstripe, only that he moved to Chicago and started to do his own business there. As I’ve said before, if Pinstripe had this huge loyalty to Cortex, he would have stayed as his bodyguard, but he didn’t. Instead, Pinstripe listened to Tawna and started a new life.

   ゛  Foist. Is Don Pinstripelli for youse, not Pinny.   ゛    Manners maketh man.   ゛  Second— humbugs. Lies.   ゛   He answered with a bitter taste stuck in his throat. Each time he listens to that name with such insinuation on the tip of the tongue, his hands tremble for finding the root of that rumor and cut it out for once and for all.

   ゛   De only thin’ dat happened between us was a talk— De favor of finance one of her trips. Whatevah’ youse heard after dat are fake rumors.   ゛   Tongues ran fast, and their imagination is a big issue with what was happening back then. Tawna was always trying to get a conversation with him, to talk sense to him. Pinstripe will not admit it aloud, but he feels a deeper affection for Tawna thanks to that, but that affection is not love. 

– ✿ @lerighe ✿ – ✿ démarrage ✿ – 

✿~ “Oh – Mon dieu…” The coyote commented underneath his breath on his new discovery of a path. He had completely forgotten how he had turned up his own troubles. He first found himself bumping into almost everyone in the area, until finally meeting with a place least crowded from where he had anticipated would be less crowded.

That was, until he had identified someone was there with him. But… not completely? The area was rather dark, as he passed his way on through to merely miss on bumping into a certain somebody he was going to pass.

Blue hues reflected the lights that lit around them, as he glanced up at the familiar. He didn’t quite understand who it could’ve been, besides the fancy attire he wouldn’t lie; looked pretty nice on this stranger. However, he couldn’t stop himself as he was merely panicked by this area. He wasn’t going to stay still, not unless somebody were to stop him. Tail slunk down as though it were to drop between his legs, his ears had also folded back as he tried to step aside casually without nothing but a side glance. If… He could stop looking at him as though he had stepped on a pumpkin and crushed it immediately.

Come on, Antoine. You can get out of here. Believe in yourself. His mind chanted, as he hoped he could – key word – easily pass him without a word. If he could succeed in that, he’d perfectly be fine for his way on home. But now that he realized it… Something was completely off with this stranger. And he was quick to point that out as he could only continue to stare. As though he had a specific type of frog on his face.

He’s… really daring this. But he couldn’t exactly retreat like the coward he usually was and run. That would’ve, perhaps, been rather rude. He had to follow this path. … Right?

                                                                      It doesn’t ignite !

      ⑇   IT WAS THE WORDS THAT bury his mind while trying to light his cigarette. It has been a very unlucky couple of days, enough to play with his mad temper, bringing smoke on his head, and a bad knot in his tie. Stress stealing the flavor of the meals, making them insipid to the tongue.

               Argh, c’mon !

Walking down the streets to take out the cloud of thoughts that were playing bad cards with him seemed to be a good remedy recently. He needs fresh air and clears his mind up so, each time he needs it, he will stand up and go for a walk.

But his annoyance is highlighted in his forehead. Small pupils fixed on that thing in his hand, the palm blocking the air, his teeth pressing the white material, and thumb pulling the trigger multiple times to light that damn lighter without success. So much was his concentration with lighting that cigarette, and feel the paper burning near his lips that--- he would swear, from his perspective, the stranger appeared from nowhere just to bumping his way, to pass through him.

A brief moment of surprise. It felt like slow motion. Their eyes would meet, and Pinstripe would see those blue eyes glued to him as if he saw something out of place. Suddenly, he feels it. Oh yeah, he feels the stranger's feet stepping on his shoes. So hasty, so impetuous, Don didn’t like that at all. The stranger will not run like a cowardly rat without sticking to consequences.