North America / California (Los Angeles): August 1st, 1978.
"What should I wish for." I thought while staring at the wishes for a moment with a complicatd look in my eyes.
"Maybe I should be an actor." I said while imagining my life as an actor but immediately threw that thought away since it wouldn't really be fun in my opinion, I can't speak for other fellow transmigrators or reincarnators.
I sighed not knowing what to choose while running my hand over my wet buzz cut hair again and letting the hot shower water pour on my face as I thought hardly about what to choose.
[DING!]
[Due to user daniel brown taking to long to make a decision rob has decided to choose for you]
"THE FUCK." I said screaming at the top is my lungs while feeling something deep inside me snap instantly and immediately looked at the other system screen that appeared in front of me.
[DING!]
[Wish 1: Sam Cooke's Talents]
[Wish 2: Perfect Pitch]
"AR...." I said screaming, just about to bitch and complain until suddenly I started feeling my throat and body burn very hotly under the shower and suddenly feel lighter, making me surprised.
Suddenly the burning sensation went away which made me breath hardly from the pain and shouted "DIDN'T YOU SAY YOU FELT SORRY FOR KILLING ME THEN WHY THE HELL COULDN'T YOU BE PATIENT AND LET ME CHOOSE MY OWN DAMN WISHES."
No response came which made me even more pissed than I already was, but calmed down instantly from realizing that my voice became very lighter with a little rasp which sounds completely different from the original deep voice I displayed so far, it sounds like sam cooke's speaking voice that I heard when I watched some of his interviews in my past life out of boredom.
[DING!]
[STATUS]
[Name: Amenadiel Elias Jackson]
[Gender: Male]
[Age: 20]
[Health: [Hyperandrogenism], [Hyperspermia], [Polyorchidism], [Scrotal Laxity]
[Perks: [Sam Cooke Talents], [Perfect Pitch]
[Skills: Sex: Intermediate]
[Storage: None]
"Hahahaha, this is just funny since I transmigrated into this body the world started playing games with me." I said chuckling with a pissed look on my face while looking at the status screens health.
I sighed and grabbed the soap and started washing my body, intending to deal with the rest of my Issues after my shower.
TIMESKIP: A couple minutes later.
I got out of the tub while drying myself off and staring at the system screen and asked with a sigh "Why the hell did that fucker give me sam cooke's talent's, not to say that he isn't talented it's just that from what I've seen so far about my luck I doubt I'll get far with his talents since I'm not him, yet again not to say that he isn't talented because he is very talented but come on now be serious this is micheal jackson's family which means no one is normal in this family and if I remember correctly he had no grammys which is sad in my opinion because the man could sing, write and act and had a very good light and raspy voice and I know he can sing very high in the registers, but still why the hell did rob give me his talent's especially when I feel like the man was kinda underated which I know people will deny and say he wasn't but in my opinion he was because why dose he have 0 grammys when he has one of the best voices in the world."
I sighed while dismissing my status screen and opening the bathroom door, making my way back into the room and seen the women where still asleep and took my towel off and started putting my clothes on.
After I finished putting my clothes on I sighed again while thinking "Now I need to leave this shithole of a room."
I started heading towards the door intending to leave, only to pause and look in the corner of the room and see purses and smiled while going over to them and squated down while grabbing and started going through them to look for some money to take and no I don't care if I'm stealing since they came up to the former owner themselves because he was tall and handsome and thought he had a lot of money but was disappointed and was about to leave, only to find out he had alot of heroin and cocaine on him and went with him and had good steamy hot sex while getting high so this is my repayment for the drugs I could have sold for money to get back up on my feet in this body.
After I finished going through the last purse I started counting the money I collected and clicked my teeth a said "Tch....35 dollars."
I got up from my squatting position and was about to leave, but glanced back at the ridiculously luxerious purses, wondering if I should just take and sell them for money but immediately threw that thought out of my head since they might go to the police and I would most definitely end up locked up since I still have a little bit of cocaine on me which I will put in in the system storage for now and also because because I am black in 1978, so that is a definite no.
I took the little bit of the cocaine out of my pocket and put it into the storage along with the 35 dollars I stole and started making my way to the door and opened it and was about to walk out of the room, but looked down and saw a mature woman with some clear asian in her an about 5'4 with huge breasts that looked very heavy and about to pop out of her dress, who looks like she was about to knock on the door.
"Oh....." Said the woman covering her nose with a disgusted look on her face, smelling a fishy stench coming from the room.
"Can I help you." I asked calmly with a sigh, wondering what the hell this lady wants since I'm in a hurry to leave before these women wake up.
The woman stared at me for a moment with a are you serious look on her face and said very seriously "You have to pay for the room amenadiel, don't think just because I let you stay here once in awhile to do whatever you be doing In these rooms that you don't have to pay."
"The fuck" I thought with a what the fuck look on myface and immediately looked through the former owner's memories and found he didn't pay for his room which is 200.45 which I bow owe this woman who's name is rachel and sighed loudly,which made the woman look at me like I'm crazy.
Rachel held out her hand and said with a serious look on her face "I take cash to."
"Can I repay you some other way because I have no money on me at the moment." I asked calmly while rubbing my forehead to message it from the headache that I have now from stress.
Rachel thought for a moment and said while gesturing "No I'll give you two weeks to pay or else and your not allowed to stay at my hotel anymore so leave."
I nodded with a smile, which made her shoot me a suspicious look while I started to leave while saying "Thanks and and your breasts are leaking milk."
Rachel looked down at her breasts and seen it was leaking like I said and screamed while holding her breasts, which only made it worse "AHHHHHHHH, FUCK YOU AMENADIEL."
TIMESKIP: A couple minutes later.
I was currently walking on the side walk in the hood of california which if your wondering is where the hotel I just left is located and where the former owner wasted most of his life at.
"YO, AJ YOU GOT THAT SHIT ON YOU." Said a very deep voice shouting out of nowhere.
I looked in the direction of where the shouting voice was coming from, which so happened to be from across the street and seen a black shirtless, muscular bald man sitting on the hood of a car with sagging pants and a red bandana wrapped around his head, smoking a blunt, who the former owner is obviously not close to because I can't find his name in the memories of the former owner.
"YEAH, I GOT SOMETHING FOR YOU." I Said loudly while making my way across the street, intending to collect some more money.
The bald man got off the hood of the car and pulled out some money from his pocket and started counting it and asked while taking the blunt out of his mouth "You got that good shit like last time dawg."
"What the fuck is this man tal..." I thought only for a memory of the former owner to flash across my mind of him selling heroin and cocaine to people on the block and made a good amount, only to immediately lose it to prostitutes on the street and drinking and let's not forget weed at this point he should be called a damn junkie.
"Nah dawg I got that candy on me." I said tempting him, with an internal smirk.
The bald man thought for a moment and asked "How much you got on you."
"I got three bags full of 100 pills and its hard to get this shit dawg I'm out hear trying to make some bread." I said calmly with my hands in my pocket while looking down at him.
The bald man rubbed his chin thinking hardly and said while looking up at me "How much is it for one bag."
"550 for each bag." I said while yawning, making the bald man surprised.
"Fuck, did yo price go up." Said the bald man with shock while his friends came over with drinks and blunts in their hands and gathered around.
"Hahahaha, damn aj yo ass look like you got some pussy last night you look energized." Said a black middle aged man slapping my back while smoking his blunt and blowing the smoke out his nose, his hands secretly moving towards my pockets.
I looked at the middle aged man and said with a smile "Because I did now scoot the fuck over before I suplex your old ass."
The middle aged man backed up with his hands up knowing he was caught and started laughing "Hahaha, what you mean aj I ain't do shit."
I stared him dead in his eyes but looked back at the bald man and asked "You made up yo mind cuz I gotta go, I got shit to do."
"Yeah I'll take one bag." Said the bald man while preparing the cash in his hands.
I pulled my right hand out of my pocket and handed him a big ass bag full of pills and took the money and put it in my pocket, it really going to my storage and started leaving In the direction I was heading.
*SCREEEEEEEEEEEECH*
"The fuck." I said with surprise, seeing a sliding car.
"DIE YOU FUCKING BLOODS." Said a man screaming while whipping his sliding car and pulling a gun out the window and firing it.
*BANG* *BANG* *BANG* *BANG*
"SHIT" I said loudly and immediately started running to take cover.
"FUCK,YALL GET THE GLOCKS." Said the middle aged man screaming at the top of his lungs while hiding behind a car with the blunt hanging in the corner of his mouth.
The bald man was also behind the car with the middle aged man and pulled out his glock and screamed while firing it "BLOOD FOE LIFE YOU FUCKING CRIPS."
*BANG* *BANG* *BANG* *BANG*
"ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS RIGHT NOW, HOW THE HELL DID I GET CAUGHT UP IN A GANG WAR" I thought, screaming internally while hiding inside a store behind the counter with a mexican woman in a uniform staring at me with a scared look on her face.
"The fuck you looking at." I said to the woman with a pissed look on my face, who in turn started crying.
I sighed and started heading to the back of the store, intending to escape from the back, only to pause and think of something and went back to the mexican lady and said with a threatening smile "Start getting the money out of the cash register, now."
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THE END...