Radiodust Week 2024

Day Five: Mafia on the Radio

"𝐼𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛?"

Angel did as he touched Alastor's microphone, but he knew it was when he heard a high pitch scream coming out of it. He quickly covered the mic, and only took it off once it stopped. "I guess it is on." Then, he took a deep breath, before he talked into the mic again. 

"𝐻𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑜 𝑆𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝐻𝑒𝑙𝑙, 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑎𝑦 𝑏𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑤ℎ𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜 𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑠 𝑜𝑟 𝐴𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑘𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒. 𝑂𝑟 𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑, 𝐼'𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑗𝑢𝑑𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢. 𝑇𝑜𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦, 𝐼'𝑚 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑡, 𝐴𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑙 𝐷𝑢𝑠𝑡. 𝑀𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑑𝑢𝑙𝑡 𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑚 𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑦 𝑎𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑜𝑐𝑎𝑙 𝑝@𝑟𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝐼 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘. 𝑁𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑒𝑥𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑎 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑚𝑒, 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑓𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝑛𝑜𝑤."

Angel was hesitant to move on into the actual rant, when he saw Alastor and Husk giving him a thumbs up, the only reason why he was actually doing it, Angel continued on. 

"𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙, 𝑠𝑜 𝑏𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑒. 𝐴𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐻𝑎𝑧𝑏𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑙, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑉𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑜. 𝑊𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑟 𝐼'𝑚 𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡. . " Angel went silent as he brought up his hand, and Alastor saw it immediately and walked into the room. "Are you sure you want to do this babe. I totally get it if you don't want to-" "It's okay smiles, I got it under control. I'll call you when I need it." Alastor only nodded as he left the station, and Angel took a deep breath. 

"𝑉𝑎𝑙. . 𝐼𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑏𝑒. 𝐻𝑒  𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒 𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑒 𝑅𝐸𝐴𝐿𝐿𝑌 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒, ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡." As his words were broadcasting, Box had tooken Val into a room where they could hear the radio speakers, and least to say, Val was mad ad ready to strangle someone as he held his cigarette. 

"𝐸𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑜𝑦𝑒𝑒𝑠. 𝐻𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑠 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑖𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑡 ℎ𝑢𝑟𝑡𝑒. 𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑, ℎ𝑒'𝑙𝑙 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑟𝑢𝑔𝑠, 𝑚𝑦 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑓𝑎𝑣 𝑖𝑠 𝐴𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑙 𝐷𝑢𝑠𝑡. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑟𝑢𝑔𝑠. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑎𝑑. . . 𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑎 𝑠𝑙𝑎𝑝 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒, 𝑜𝑟 𝑒𝑥𝑡𝑟𝑎 𝑡𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑖𝑜. 𝑂𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑎𝑦𝑠. . ." Angel stopped again, but knew that if he kept on pausing, he was going to bore the audience, so he continued on.