Carmesos sat back in the leather chair, cigarette held lazily in his left hand. As smoke drew itself naurally to the ceiling, glanced briefly around at the other people at the meeting. His two Capos... Tony Esparenzo and Louie Moretti. Both were men he could trust, but which could be respected by their peers?
"The fact of the matter is.... they're dangerous. We've succeeded for years by destroying threats before they can become serious, but these slipped under our radars. We have this oppurtunity to crush them now.... we cannot let it slip away." At that, Jimmy stood up and walked briskly to the window. "I don't know about you two... but I will NOT see my organisation fall to these.... ROUGHIANS....
so I need you both to do this deed. There's no denying it.. my body is frail, while yours stand strong and capable. I believe both of you are capable of replacing me someday.... but there can only be one."
Letting out a large sigh, he poured himself a small glass of whiskey. "You can both help yourselves to a drink.. He muttered. smiling briefly. "The events that will take place over the next while.... they will decide not only your futures... but the future of our family.
I will pull the strings, but you two must stand alone as your own puppets. Do you understand? Now go..... you top priority should be the Zenos since they're the wealthiest..... if we get a hand over their drug trade.... we'll have this war won." He sat back in his chair, sipping the glass, and quenched the cigarette in his ashtray.
"There's only one simple solution to this problem..." He said in a quiet tone. "[b]It's us... or them.[b]" At that he spun the chair around, facing the warm embrace of the sun through the window.
~Us.. or them.~ He thought.
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Daniel sat on a wooden box by the collection point. He was a minute walk from the family den, and had to make sure the drugs stayed that way. It was a big deal. Not their biggest, but not their smallest by far.
He chuckled as a family hushed their children by him; he stared over them as the bastard boggieman.
The younger Turk brother reached into his pocket and pulled out a small cigar. He lit the tip and sucked smoke from the end. It circled around his head and clung to his sleek hair.
From down the street he could see a tall shady man with a briefcase, Daniel looked up and smiled carnivorously, "You took your time"
He chuckled as a family hushed their children by him; he stared over them as the bastard boggieman.
The younger Turk brother reached into his pocket and pulled out a small cigar. He lit the tip and sucked smoke from the end. It circled around his head and clung to his sleek hair.
From down the street he could see a tall shady man with a briefcase, Daniel looked up and smiled carnivorously, "You took your time"
(OOC just for the post i will be this character, lets call him Antonio. Maybe he could be a long term dealer? Who knows?)
Antonio stepped up from the boat and look back down the stairs at his crew member, some italian was spoken and a lot of shouting, their arms flailing in the air. Antonio stepped back down the three white steps onto the wooden decking of the small yacht, bent over and picked up a medium sized package. Rapped around was a single baring of white string holding the delicately folded paper box in shape and giving an excellent handle, to which carrying was made much easier. He also picked up a pair of glasses, Ray-Ban, and slid them over the crooks of his ears, brushing his combed hair back along the curvature of his neck. He looked up onto the concreted area that held the island of Sicily away from the calm waters that lay around it, and peered down at the stretch of small cafe's and restaurants that clutter the edge of the island. He spotted a young lady sitting by herself, her long black waving hair lying softly upon her back, loosely held in a curled pony tail. She wore a large straw hat and sat comfortably in a padded chair, along with a small espresso, a book, and sun glasses. Antonio's eyes flickered at the sight of such a marvellous and beautiful creature. He checked himself down, making sure his crees pressed trousers were in order, and his tight sweater was strait.
Casually, but confidently walking over, reaching the cafe at which the girl was sitting, he tripped purposely. Woops! Knocking the girls glasses to the floor. They broke, and the lens of the right eye popped out spinning off into the corner of the sitting area.
"I'm so sorry!" He exclaimed.
"It's ok, these things happen," the girl replied with a slight sigh. "Oh look, these are an excellent pair of sun glasses. They must have been very expensive" He promoted as he fumbled the floor looking for the lens, "No, no, really, it's fine" The girl said fussing about him. She kept spinning round and looking over her shoulder into the building of the cafe itself. "Look" said Antonio, jumping up with the parts of the glasses in his hands, along with the delicate finger tips of the young ladies. They both stared into each others eyes, a momentary glance that seemed to expand into a million beautiful years. She snapped away and started tucking her things into her bag. "Look here:" demanded Antonio, "look, take these, they are mine. Go on, have them." She looked around and again stared into his eyes again, this time more profoundly. Antonio was taken back by the girls haste, he didn't know what the fuss was.
"Layla! Layla!" A large man appeared from the entrance of the cafe and stared directly at the strange man practically holding his wife. "Who are you?" He asked with a deep concern. "Just a passer by." Antonio exclaimed. "I think you should go now" the girl, Layla, suggested. Antonio agreed, and with keeping his eyes on the large man he leaped past the tables and chairs and out from under the carousel which had shaded them nicely the whole time. "I'll see you soon, Layla" He smirked as he shouted back at her. She blushed as the large man pounded down the steps of the cafe and stood next to the girl.
As Antonio turned the next corner, he turned and placed the glasses, he was never able give to the girl, back onto his face and looked up at a suited man smoking a large cigar and again smirked.
Daniel looked up and smiled carnivorously, "You took your time"
Antonio stepped up from the boat and look back down the stairs at his crew member, some italian was spoken and a lot of shouting, their arms flailing in the air. Antonio stepped back down the three white steps onto the wooden decking of the small yacht, bent over and picked up a medium sized package. Rapped around was a single baring of white string holding the delicately folded paper box in shape and giving an excellent handle, to which carrying was made much easier. He also picked up a pair of glasses, Ray-Ban, and slid them over the crooks of his ears, brushing his combed hair back along the curvature of his neck. He looked up onto the concreted area that held the island of Sicily away from the calm waters that lay around it, and peered down at the stretch of small cafe's and restaurants that clutter the edge of the island. He spotted a young lady sitting by herself, her long black waving hair lying softly upon her back, loosely held in a curled pony tail. She wore a large straw hat and sat comfortably in a padded chair, along with a small espresso, a book, and sun glasses. Antonio's eyes flickered at the sight of such a marvellous and beautiful creature. He checked himself down, making sure his crees pressed trousers were in order, and his tight sweater was strait.
Casually, but confidently walking over, reaching the cafe at which the girl was sitting, he tripped purposely. Woops! Knocking the girls glasses to the floor. They broke, and the lens of the right eye popped out spinning off into the corner of the sitting area.
"I'm so sorry!" He exclaimed.
"It's ok, these things happen," the girl replied with a slight sigh. "Oh look, these are an excellent pair of sun glasses. They must have been very expensive" He promoted as he fumbled the floor looking for the lens, "No, no, really, it's fine" The girl said fussing about him. She kept spinning round and looking over her shoulder into the building of the cafe itself. "Look" said Antonio, jumping up with the parts of the glasses in his hands, along with the delicate finger tips of the young ladies. They both stared into each others eyes, a momentary glance that seemed to expand into a million beautiful years. She snapped away and started tucking her things into her bag. "Look here:" demanded Antonio, "look, take these, they are mine. Go on, have them." She looked around and again stared into his eyes again, this time more profoundly. Antonio was taken back by the girls haste, he didn't know what the fuss was.
"Layla! Layla!" A large man appeared from the entrance of the cafe and stared directly at the strange man practically holding his wife. "Who are you?" He asked with a deep concern. "Just a passer by." Antonio exclaimed. "I think you should go now" the girl, Layla, suggested. Antonio agreed, and with keeping his eyes on the large man he leaped past the tables and chairs and out from under the carousel which had shaded them nicely the whole time. "I'll see you soon, Layla" He smirked as he shouted back at her. She blushed as the large man pounded down the steps of the cafe and stood next to the girl.
As Antonio turned the next corner, he turned and placed the glasses, he was never able give to the girl, back onto his face and looked up at a suited man smoking a large cigar and again smirked.
Daniel looked up and smiled carnivorously, "You took your time"
He sat on a chair, looking over his revolver and the view from the window.
Up in his hotel room, the view was quite brilliant, he had a look over so many small houses and buildings.
He didn't care for it though, Vincent just wanted more money.
He works for the Aprillo family, he's a Capo.
A week ago, the Don was killed, the man behind the murder was already dead and forgotten.
It was time to decide on a new Don, a leader.
He slipped the revolver into his holster under the jacket and proceeded to leave his room.
Up in his hotel room, the view was quite brilliant, he had a look over so many small houses and buildings.
He didn't care for it though, Vincent just wanted more money.
He works for the Aprillo family, he's a Capo.
A week ago, the Don was killed, the man behind the murder was already dead and forgotten.
It was time to decide on a new Don, a leader.
He slipped the revolver into his holster under the jacket and proceeded to leave his room.
[Antonio can be an NPC, he's just one of our many drug shipment deliverers]
Daniel inhaled deeply and eyed up the package, the small string neatly tied like a birthday gift. With the rebellious mixture of saltwater and rich smoke clawing at his nostrils, Daniel coughed out a few words.
"I'm sorry... The Don couldn't make it, personal business. He's inside, doing what he does best. However, I believe you have a little gift for me - so if you're done flirting, let's talk figures." Daniel laughed deeply, then reached into his pocket, pulling out a significant amount of cash and trading it for the package.
Daniel opened the lid slightly and peered inside the box. "Yeah, this'll do. I'll see ya next Time Antonio"
Daniel inhaled deeply and eyed up the package, the small string neatly tied like a birthday gift. With the rebellious mixture of saltwater and rich smoke clawing at his nostrils, Daniel coughed out a few words.
"I'm sorry... The Don couldn't make it, personal business. He's inside, doing what he does best. However, I believe you have a little gift for me - so if you're done flirting, let's talk figures." Daniel laughed deeply, then reached into his pocket, pulling out a significant amount of cash and trading it for the package.
Daniel opened the lid slightly and peered inside the box. "Yeah, this'll do. I'll see ya next Time Antonio"
Don Carmesos, having finished his drink left his home for the ground within the family compound. He paced around the garden area slowly, trying to decide how best to handle the others.
~The Zenos are holding the drug trade by its neck..... they must have deals flowing in every direction so they're constantly getting richer........ the Aprillos are just too.... general. Too legal. We can't pin anything on them, and to hunt them down would be nearly impossible with the hotel business they're in..... at least drugs can be tracked, and when there's only a small number of people involved, you can easily figure out who they belong to. But hotels and casinos? They're just.... everywhere.~ He continued thinking to himself, growing irritable at the fact that three families would have to be swiftly beaten in such short notice.
How many..? How many do they have..? There's no REAL way of knowing..... I'd like to arrange some form of "Meeting"..... but Tony and Louie are probably busy as we speak...... I couldn't hold a meeting without them as guards... especially not a drug dealer...... then again.~ At a sudden thought of how he could use his publicity as a crimelord to his advantage, Jimmy made his way out of the compound, forced to drive himself due to a lack ofPeople joining the RP people around at that moment. "The Zenos will be my first threat that we tae down..... even if Tony and Louie are working on it, I still need to get the paper work done.... and this is the best kind of paper work." He said, aloud to himself. Entering the outskirts of Cuneo, mild worry built inside that he quickly shrugged off. "Nobody is going to simply assasinate a Don just like THAT...." He clicked his fingers, once again speaking out loud.
There was a bit of a drive until he reached the newspaper in Cuneo, where he would announce that he'll be meeting Don Zeno.
~Even though he knows othing about it, he'll be obliged to go, or risk being called a coward.... his drug trade will be finished....~
Carmesos was fulfilling the first step of winning this war. He was keeping his friends close, and his enemies closer.
~The Zenos are holding the drug trade by its neck..... they must have deals flowing in every direction so they're constantly getting richer........ the Aprillos are just too.... general. Too legal. We can't pin anything on them, and to hunt them down would be nearly impossible with the hotel business they're in..... at least drugs can be tracked, and when there's only a small number of people involved, you can easily figure out who they belong to. But hotels and casinos? They're just.... everywhere.~ He continued thinking to himself, growing irritable at the fact that three families would have to be swiftly beaten in such short notice.
How many..? How many do they have..? There's no REAL way of knowing..... I'd like to arrange some form of "Meeting"..... but Tony and Louie are probably busy as we speak...... I couldn't hold a meeting without them as guards... especially not a drug dealer...... then again.~ At a sudden thought of how he could use his publicity as a crimelord to his advantage, Jimmy made his way out of the compound, forced to drive himself due to a lack of
There was a bit of a drive until he reached the newspaper in Cuneo, where he would announce that he'll be meeting Don Zeno.
~Even though he knows othing about it, he'll be obliged to go, or risk being called a coward.... his drug trade will be finished....~
Carmesos was fulfilling the first step of winning this war. He was keeping his friends close, and his enemies closer.
Daniel tipped his hat as he and antonio went their separate ways, up and down the ways they had came from.
He made his way up the cobbled street, an eerie warmth in the air, it was unsettling.
The calm before the storm
word had been round and about of tensions rising, and the word was only a whisper compared with the real thing. At night the Don's could almost be heard shouting in their sleep, and cutting into each others' profits in their dreams.
As Daniel reached the top of the road it dawned on him that, while their family had money, it didn't have power.
I think it's time for recruitment... And shipments...
He made his way up the cobbled street, an eerie warmth in the air, it was unsettling.
The calm before the storm
word had been round and about of tensions rising, and the word was only a whisper compared with the real thing. At night the Don's could almost be heard shouting in their sleep, and cutting into each others' profits in their dreams.
As Daniel reached the top of the road it dawned on him that, while their family had money, it didn't have power.
I think it's time for recruitment... And shipments...
The Don. The Don. The Don.
He kept repeating to himself, he is the Don. Florence wasn't new in the business of gangs and drugs, but since he was placed in charge of the entire Zeno family, he had become much more wary of his actions. It was his fault if anything happened to the Zeno family, and his decision that would get it there. But that wan't going to happen. He wasn't going to put his family in that situation. He was going to lead them to victory, and to rule over all of Sicily.
He became Don because of again, a series of unfortunate events. That's what seemed to happen in Florence's life, everyone else had bad luck, and it just made him get to a better place. The original Don was assassinated in a robbery, along with most of the rest of the family. Both Florence and his brother, Daniel, were out at the time, collecting the last shipment of drug money before the family had everything they needed to take out the other families. That is why they weren't in the home when the attack happened, and that is how florence became Don.
He sat down in his big red chair on the corner of the room and flicked through the t.v. channels. Daniels should be back by now, he thought, something must have held him up.
He kept repeating to himself, he is the Don. Florence wasn't new in the business of gangs and drugs, but since he was placed in charge of the entire Zeno family, he had become much more wary of his actions. It was his fault if anything happened to the Zeno family, and his decision that would get it there. But that wan't going to happen. He wasn't going to put his family in that situation. He was going to lead them to victory, and to rule over all of Sicily.
He became Don because of again, a series of unfortunate events. That's what seemed to happen in Florence's life, everyone else had bad luck, and it just made him get to a better place. The original Don was assassinated in a robbery, along with most of the rest of the family. Both Florence and his brother, Daniel, were out at the time, collecting the last shipment of drug money before the family had everything they needed to take out the other families. That is why they weren't in the home when the attack happened, and that is how florence became Don.
He sat down in his big red chair on the corner of the room and flicked through the t.v. channels. Daniels should be back by now, he thought, something must have held him up.
Daniel swung open the door enthusiastically as the TV flickered between channels. He skip stepped over to where the Don was sat and lowered the box onto the table by his side.
He took out a fine tooth white comb and neatened his hair, before taking a puffing from his cigar.
"It's good" he said roughly, "I gave it a quick once over, paid Antonio and left it at that. He was a little late, busy flirting with some bird - Same ol' Antonio."
Daniel blew spirals of smoke out of a window at the end of the room.
"Word on the street" Daniel began, his face falling into a more serious attire, "Is Carmesos has it out for you. What do you want me to do?" He finished and dropped his cigar, replacing it with his gun - which he immediately began to polish.
He took out a fine tooth white comb and neatened his hair, before taking a puffing from his cigar.
"It's good" he said roughly, "I gave it a quick once over, paid Antonio and left it at that. He was a little late, busy flirting with some bird - Same ol' Antonio."
Daniel blew spirals of smoke out of a window at the end of the room.
"Word on the street" Daniel began, his face falling into a more serious attire, "Is Carmesos has it out for you. What do you want me to do?" He finished and dropped his cigar, replacing it with his gun - which he immediately began to polish.
(OOC: I'm surprised some more people that joined like TaFresh, Scriptless and all the rest haven't joined. My hope is fading 
)
Carmesos made his next move which was a ricky one. He exited his car. It may seem small, but as if out of nowhere, mobs of the press swarmed around him like vearmin, flashes of light and painful questions being shot at him faster than bullets, leaving him irritated as he shoved through, his destination just so close but yet so far. Knocking a journalist down, he slammed himself through the door turning more than a few heads which stared at him in shock. It wasn't very often a crimelord barged into their newspaper.
"C-can I help you sir..?" The receptionist asked him as he walked through.
"Yes I'd like to see the editor..... I have something for him." The woman walked through a large wooden door which swung itself wide before returning to normal like the doors on an Old West Saloon. A few moments later, a short, well-rounded man came to see if the receptionist was right.
"By God... p-please come in! Come in!"
The two sat across from eachotehr in the editor's office. The edito grew nervous, while the Don simply sat calmly, analysing him.
"Well I'm here for something that can benefit both of us...... you're getting a big story... and I'm nearly guaranteed to get a new...." He stared the man in the eyes and grinned darkly. ".... 'buddy'." The man chuckled with joy and lit a cigar, happily puffing at it before saying,
"Absolutely! What is it you want of me..?"
"Simple really..... I want an announcement made on the TV, radio and newspapers.... Don Zeno MUST get this announcement do you undertand?"
"Yes, yes, yes... of course Mr. Carmesos..."
"Alright good.... I want it to say something along the lines of a meeting between me and Don Zeno. Through an expert informant that your newspaper has hired, you have been able to learn that both men will be meeting with NO guards, and will both be armed for their own safety. That is all."
The man looked in bafflement for a moment.
"Well that's quite a story for my news but...... what are you getting?"
"Well he'll be obli-... please turn off that recorder. Now.." The man shook with fear for a moment, and looked in embarrassment at the floor handing the recorder to the Don who turned it off.
"As I was saying... he'll be obliged to come or risk being titled a coward... that's what'll happen if he doesn't come, or comes with guards. His reputation will be in ruins.... that is why he will come and will follow all of the conditions mentioned. He doesn't know about this yet... but he will."
Carmesos began walking to the door before stopping for a moment. "And if you ever try a stunt like that on a member of my family....... I'll be back......... but for another reason."
Once again forcing himself through the mob which had shrunk while he was in the building, Carmesos made it back to his car and stayed at a hotel in Cuneo, one that he was sure the Aprillos didn't own.
)Carmesos made his next move which was a ricky one. He exited his car. It may seem small, but as if out of nowhere, mobs of the press swarmed around him like vearmin, flashes of light and painful questions being shot at him faster than bullets, leaving him irritated as he shoved through, his destination just so close but yet so far. Knocking a journalist down, he slammed himself through the door turning more than a few heads which stared at him in shock. It wasn't very often a crimelord barged into their newspaper.
"C-can I help you sir..?" The receptionist asked him as he walked through.
"Yes I'd like to see the editor..... I have something for him." The woman walked through a large wooden door which swung itself wide before returning to normal like the doors on an Old West Saloon. A few moments later, a short, well-rounded man came to see if the receptionist was right.
"By God... p-please come in! Come in!"
The two sat across from eachotehr in the editor's office. The edito grew nervous, while the Don simply sat calmly, analysing him.
"Well I'm here for something that can benefit both of us...... you're getting a big story... and I'm nearly guaranteed to get a new...." He stared the man in the eyes and grinned darkly. ".... 'buddy'." The man chuckled with joy and lit a cigar, happily puffing at it before saying,
"Absolutely! What is it you want of me..?"
"Simple really..... I want an announcement made on the TV, radio and newspapers.... Don Zeno MUST get this announcement do you undertand?"
"Yes, yes, yes... of course Mr. Carmesos..."
"Alright good.... I want it to say something along the lines of a meeting between me and Don Zeno. Through an expert informant that your newspaper has hired, you have been able to learn that both men will be meeting with NO guards, and will both be armed for their own safety. That is all."
The man looked in bafflement for a moment.
"Well that's quite a story for my news but...... what are you getting?"
"Well he'll be obli-... please turn off that recorder. Now.." The man shook with fear for a moment, and looked in embarrassment at the floor handing the recorder to the Don who turned it off.
"As I was saying... he'll be obliged to come or risk being titled a coward... that's what'll happen if he doesn't come, or comes with guards. His reputation will be in ruins.... that is why he will come and will follow all of the conditions mentioned. He doesn't know about this yet... but he will."
Carmesos began walking to the door before stopping for a moment. "And if you ever try a stunt like that on a member of my family....... I'll be back......... but for another reason."
Once again forcing himself through the mob which had shrunk while he was in the building, Carmesos made it back to his car and stayed at a hotel in Cuneo, one that he was sure the Aprillos didn't own.
[OoC when can we expect that newspaper to come out? It would be awkward is we just did it, but if it's on TV then we could see it now]
[OOC: I suppose it can come on during Adam's next post since I don't care about you seeing it 
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Don still flicking through the channels on his 60" wide screen, HD t.v,turned to Daniel as he came through the door: "It's good" he said roughly, "I gave it a quick once over, paid Antonio and left it at that. He was a little late, busy flirting with some bird - Same ol' Antonio."
Daniel blew spirals of smoke out of a window at the end of the room.
"Word on the street" Daniel began, his face falling into a more serious attire, "Is Carmesos has it out for you. What do you want me to do?" Don looked up at his brother, "he's after me? Haha!" And how does he wish to get me?"
Don turned to one of the main news channels in the area,
"And in our latest news, problems with our countries mafia gangs are spousing conflict in." Reported the young woman on the news broadcast, "We have actually been able to secure a time and place of the meeting," she paused and held her ear for a second or two. Then looked up directly at the camera lens viewing her every action. "It seems i have been told to direct the Zeno Don directly under confidential directions. You must meet at the train station at 12:30 tomorrow, all other rules are as usual. Very sorry viewers to interrupt your normal news broadcast, but this story shall be broadcast at the bottom of your screens throughout the entire day."
Don looked up at his brother looking for a reaction. This was the Don's first real meeting with another Don, he had done it once or twice before, but the other times he just stood at the side, looked neat and tough. This was the real-deal, he was to be the brains this time, and had to follow in family tradition of being the whitest man on the lunch break.
He again flicked through some of the other major news broadcasting stations for the area, and they were all broadcasting the same thing. Carmesos wanted him to see this message, and gave him plenty of opportunities. The Don had to go, he couldn't let the family down with what would seem cowardly. It was unheard of.
Daniel blew spirals of smoke out of a window at the end of the room.
"Word on the street" Daniel began, his face falling into a more serious attire, "Is Carmesos has it out for you. What do you want me to do?" Don looked up at his brother, "he's after me? Haha!" And how does he wish to get me?"
Don turned to one of the main news channels in the area,
"And in our latest news, problems with our countries mafia gangs are spousing conflict in." Reported the young woman on the news broadcast, "We have actually been able to secure a time and place of the meeting," she paused and held her ear for a second or two. Then looked up directly at the camera lens viewing her every action. "It seems i have been told to direct the Zeno Don directly under confidential directions. You must meet at the train station at 12:30 tomorrow, all other rules are as usual. Very sorry viewers to interrupt your normal news broadcast, but this story shall be broadcast at the bottom of your screens throughout the entire day."
Don looked up at his brother looking for a reaction. This was the Don's first real meeting with another Don, he had done it once or twice before, but the other times he just stood at the side, looked neat and tough. This was the real-deal, he was to be the brains this time, and had to follow in family tradition of being the whitest man on the lunch break.
He again flicked through some of the other major news broadcasting stations for the area, and they were all broadcasting the same thing. Carmesos wanted him to see this message, and gave him plenty of opportunities. The Don had to go, he couldn't let the family down with what would seem cowardly. It was unheard of.
QUOTE (AdamWired @ Apr 8 2010, 07:29 PM) 
Don still flicking through the channels on his 60" wide screen, HD t.v
[OoC It's the 70's...]
Daniel was unsure what to say when he saw the news for himself, "A meeting between you and the man who wants to kill you... I guess this would be the street word, wonder who leaked." Daniel took out his comb again and nervously styled his hair, "I wonder what he's doing about the press showing up, or the police... It might be a sell out"
Daniel sighed and sat down on a wooden chair, "I had a feeling something like this would happen."
Aria Aprillo sat thinking in a comfy armchair while being surrounded by Aprillo members on the other side. It was another meeting. She idly took a sip of the wine from the crystal glass that sat in front of her atop the oak longtable. A pounding headache was developing, ruining the young underboss' mood.
"We must decide on a new Don soon." A low male voice yelled at the audience. "We are open for attack, and the other families will catch on sooner or later!" The man who spoke, who was a mere soldier banged his fist on the table. Aria frowned at the action. It seemed that it had rattled her glass and a couple drops of the expensive wine had dripped onto her suit. The man continued with his speech, "And I believe that-"
"So I'm assuming that you want to be promoted to this position yes?" The young underboss' calm voice cut through the man's argument like paper. "Oh trust me, I can see your intentions." Reaching into a pocket she pulled out a handkerchief to wipe away some of the droplets. "They are as transparent as this glass." She tapped the crystalline cup in front of her with a finger.
"Since the Don is gone, the one with the closest blood ties ought to be reigning, isn't that right?" The man, who was the 3rd cousin of the don puffed out his chest. "Besides, we certainly can't elect you. You're a mixed breed I hear-" Thunk. A knife had whizzed by the man's head and burrowed itself deep into the feather-lined chair behind him.
"So what of it." Aria had gotten up to throw the knife. "I may be half Aprillo but I'm certainly more capable than you. Please...remind me...who has the higher rank?."
The hall itself was quiet as the two standing figures were at a standstill. The unfortunate man's upper lip was quivering in anger, while Aria glared at him with a rather languid look. Seconds more passed before the man sat down, wrenching the knife out of his char and throwing it onto the table in front of Aria. Flustered, he kept his mouth shut.
To end the uneasy silence another elder cleared his throat. "Well this conflict aside, I have to say that we still need to find a suitable replacement....." His eyes wandered over to Aria who blankly stated:
"I refuse. I have no need for the Don title at the moment. Find someone else."
(( Melodramatic entrance for the win =A=; ))
"We must decide on a new Don soon." A low male voice yelled at the audience. "We are open for attack, and the other families will catch on sooner or later!" The man who spoke, who was a mere soldier banged his fist on the table. Aria frowned at the action. It seemed that it had rattled her glass and a couple drops of the expensive wine had dripped onto her suit. The man continued with his speech, "And I believe that-"
"So I'm assuming that you want to be promoted to this position yes?" The young underboss' calm voice cut through the man's argument like paper. "Oh trust me, I can see your intentions." Reaching into a pocket she pulled out a handkerchief to wipe away some of the droplets. "They are as transparent as this glass." She tapped the crystalline cup in front of her with a finger.
"Since the Don is gone, the one with the closest blood ties ought to be reigning, isn't that right?" The man, who was the 3rd cousin of the don puffed out his chest. "Besides, we certainly can't elect you. You're a mixed breed I hear-" Thunk. A knife had whizzed by the man's head and burrowed itself deep into the feather-lined chair behind him.
"So what of it." Aria had gotten up to throw the knife. "I may be half Aprillo but I'm certainly more capable than you. Please...remind me...who has the higher rank?."
The hall itself was quiet as the two standing figures were at a standstill. The unfortunate man's upper lip was quivering in anger, while Aria glared at him with a rather languid look. Seconds more passed before the man sat down, wrenching the knife out of his char and throwing it onto the table in front of Aria. Flustered, he kept his mouth shut.
To end the uneasy silence another elder cleared his throat. "Well this conflict aside, I have to say that we still need to find a suitable replacement....." His eyes wandered over to Aria who blankly stated:
"I refuse. I have no need for the Don title at the moment. Find someone else."
(( Melodramatic entrance for the win =A=; ))
[OOC: Lol grooviest TV ever]
Lieing down on the hard, spring infested bed, Don Carmesos paid close attention to the radio on the mantlepiece.
~12:30 tomorrow.....~ He thought to himself. ~We will win this. Together we will destroy the competition, and then shoot them in the back of the head. It may not be our custom.... but times change. We must drift with the wind, or be left behind without air.~ He shot himself upright, seeing the train station not too far from his window. Letting out a sigh, he watered down his Thompson SMG, cleaning it with a pipe-cleaner. ~By no means can I afford for this to rust if this man tries anything... or woman. I have no idea who the Don actually is.... I could be meeting some charity owner trying to get some money for all I know..~ Two thoughts came through his mind tha made him chuckle. The first was Zeno standing up, preparing to shoot him in the face, while he pulled on the trigger of his own gun only to find it jammed. The second was a priest coming to the meeting place with a collection plate.
Looking over to the door, he left the cleaning of his gun for a moment and stuck a chair against the handle, and made sure to leave one of the curtains open.
He was ready.
Lieing down on the hard, spring infested bed, Don Carmesos paid close attention to the radio on the mantlepiece.
~12:30 tomorrow.....~ He thought to himself. ~We will win this. Together we will destroy the competition, and then shoot them in the back of the head. It may not be our custom.... but times change. We must drift with the wind, or be left behind without air.~ He shot himself upright, seeing the train station not too far from his window. Letting out a sigh, he watered down his Thompson SMG, cleaning it with a pipe-cleaner. ~By no means can I afford for this to rust if this man tries anything... or woman. I have no idea who the Don actually is.... I could be meeting some charity owner trying to get some money for all I know..~ Two thoughts came through his mind tha made him chuckle. The first was Zeno standing up, preparing to shoot him in the face, while he pulled on the trigger of his own gun only to find it jammed. The second was a priest coming to the meeting place with a collection plate.
Looking over to the door, he left the cleaning of his gun for a moment and stuck a chair against the handle, and made sure to leave one of the curtains open.
He was ready.
(OOC it is the best t.v out there ever, we'll say i made it 
)
The Don was unsure, "We can't go in there unprotected, We have to think of a plan for me to be sure nothing can happen to me." Again, he looked over to his brother sitting in another big chair in another corner of the room, casually puffing on a large cigar. "We have tonight to get something sorted, do we know anyone we can get in touch with that could help us? Come on Daniel, lets see the contacts we have." Daniel brought over a small note pad from a draw in a shelving unit on the North wall, handed it to the Don and then moved over to the drugs they had just purchased.
Don hurriedly flicked through the note book for any contacts that could help them with the predicament they had gotten themselves into. There was nothing. Not a single person that could help. "All of these are either just drugies or people that MOVE drugs! It's useless!" He sighed, there seemed to be nothing they could do to secure the health of the Don. "Lets see the latest package then." He took it off Daniel, and neatly untied the white string. "Your right, it's neat." He fiddled around with a set of weights, moving the powder around. "What's this?" He asked in surprise. A small piece of paper dropped out, on it was a small hand written note, and what seemed to be a telly phone number"
(OOC SparrowSmith, i think you can see what we have here)
)The Don was unsure, "We can't go in there unprotected, We have to think of a plan for me to be sure nothing can happen to me." Again, he looked over to his brother sitting in another big chair in another corner of the room, casually puffing on a large cigar. "We have tonight to get something sorted, do we know anyone we can get in touch with that could help us? Come on Daniel, lets see the contacts we have." Daniel brought over a small note pad from a draw in a shelving unit on the North wall, handed it to the Don and then moved over to the drugs they had just purchased.
Don hurriedly flicked through the note book for any contacts that could help them with the predicament they had gotten themselves into. There was nothing. Not a single person that could help. "All of these are either just drugies or people that MOVE drugs! It's useless!" He sighed, there seemed to be nothing they could do to secure the health of the Don. "Lets see the latest package then." He took it off Daniel, and neatly untied the white string. "Your right, it's neat." He fiddled around with a set of weights, moving the powder around. "What's this?" He asked in surprise. A small piece of paper dropped out, on it was a small hand written note, and what seemed to be a telly phone number"
(OOC SparrowSmith, i think you can see what we have here)
[OoC there's an edit button, fix your TV post or you'll have something much better than drugs to sell
anyway, yes... I know... but ummm. you say it first]
Daniel watched as the his brother played around with the scales. It was the usual business, nothing too exiting, though they had hit a good game with this one. The Younger turk aloud his mind to wander to possible solutions to their problems, when his eye caught the note - already in the don's hand.
Daniel rushed over to it, "What's it say?" he asked curiously.
anyway, yes... I know... but ummm. you say it first]
Daniel watched as the his brother played around with the scales. It was the usual business, nothing too exiting, though they had hit a good game with this one. The Younger turk aloud his mind to wander to possible solutions to their problems, when his eye caught the note - already in the don's hand.
Daniel rushed over to it, "What's it say?" he asked curiously.
[OOC: We'll skip ahead to the next day in 2 posts. Also Xarak, I see you down there! You better sign up!!
Adam I see you down ther... you were posting earlier then you stopped
]
The Don sat on his bed, leaning agains the wall Tommy Gun in hand, occasionaly peeking out the window. Eventually he placed the pillow behind his head so if he fell asleep it wouldn't be too uncomortable.
~There are three things that could be going through his head at the moment... he could plan on trying something when we arrive, he could think I'm gonna try something when we arrive, or he could think it's gonna go hunky dory. But no Don should ever be that naive... even if every meeting you've been to has beenOK, and you're about to meet up woth your best friend who's in another family, you should STILL prepare for the worst even if you don't expect it.~ He continued to think about the situation.
~So many possible course of ction he could take. Maybe he WILL bring guards, and being titled a coward won't bother him... maybe he'll shoot me on sight, or while I'm briefly distracted. Maybe he'll have someone keeping an eye on us, who'll stab me in the back midway through.......
too many variables to consider. I can only prepare for a limited number of possibilities.........
I think I'll have someone on him... or rather- that brother of his. He should be my top priority.~
Carmeos pulled out his wallet and called a number with the name "Sly" above it.
"Yeah Sly..? It's me. I want you to do what you do best.... track a man named Daniel Turk.... if I'm right and Florence IS the Don of the Zenos, then Daniel is a possible threat. Watch him.... for the usual fee of course."
{Money -3,000 ~~ Current Balance 7,000}
{Tracker Hired on Daniel Turk} FYI: When you hire anybody or do anything that costs money, can you type out something like this
please?
Adam I see you down ther... you were posting earlier then you stopped
]The Don sat on his bed, leaning agains the wall Tommy Gun in hand, occasionaly peeking out the window. Eventually he placed the pillow behind his head so if he fell asleep it wouldn't be too uncomortable.
~There are three things that could be going through his head at the moment... he could plan on trying something when we arrive, he could think I'm gonna try something when we arrive, or he could think it's gonna go hunky dory. But no Don should ever be that naive... even if every meeting you've been to has beenOK, and you're about to meet up woth your best friend who's in another family, you should STILL prepare for the worst even if you don't expect it.~ He continued to think about the situation.
~So many possible course of ction he could take. Maybe he WILL bring guards, and being titled a coward won't bother him... maybe he'll shoot me on sight, or while I'm briefly distracted. Maybe he'll have someone keeping an eye on us, who'll stab me in the back midway through.......
too many variables to consider. I can only prepare for a limited number of possibilities.........
I think I'll have someone on him... or rather- that brother of his. He should be my top priority.~
Carmeos pulled out his wallet and called a number with the name "Sly" above it.
"Yeah Sly..? It's me. I want you to do what you do best.... track a man named Daniel Turk.... if I'm right and Florence IS the Don of the Zenos, then Daniel is a possible threat. Watch him.... for the usual fee of course."
{Money -3,000 ~~ Current Balance 7,000}
{Tracker Hired on Daniel Turk} FYI: When you hire anybody or do anything that costs money, can you type out something like this
please?
Bump for edits
(OOC: i know there is, i'v used it multiple times, but i liked my t.v until you broke it 
i bet your surprised that you did that, i was)
After Daniel rushed over and knocked the 60" wide screen HD t.v on the floor breaking it, making it impossible to sell!
(OOC see how i got that in there )
They both look at the note. The Don read it out loud:
You ever want anything in or out of the country, anything at all, You know where to go 1485495
"Daniel, his is perfect!" exclaimed the Don, "i want you to go and get a gun, a big gun. I want you to stay as hidden as you can, and keep the gun hidden. Only use it if absolutely necessary, i can take a shot if it's to the shoulder or something. The last thing we're doing is loosing face. Ok"
Daniel nodded and went for the elevator to leave the house.
"Daniel! Make it a machine gun, tommy. If anything happens, we want it over with fast."
Daniel briskly left the room and went for the phone to ring. Some talking was heard and then the door downstairs.
i bet your surprised that you did that, i was)After Daniel rushed over and knocked the 60" wide screen HD t.v on the floor breaking it, making it impossible to sell!
(OOC see how i got that in there
)They both look at the note. The Don read it out loud:
You ever want anything in or out of the country, anything at all, You know where to go 1485495
"Daniel, his is perfect!" exclaimed the Don, "i want you to go and get a gun, a big gun. I want you to stay as hidden as you can, and keep the gun hidden. Only use it if absolutely necessary, i can take a shot if it's to the shoulder or something. The last thing we're doing is loosing face. Ok"
Daniel nodded and went for the elevator to leave the house.
"Daniel! Make it a machine gun, tommy. If anything happens, we want it over with fast."
Daniel briskly left the room and went for the phone to ring. Some talking was heard and then the door downstairs.
Daniel rushed down the streets, hoping he could still make time.
Why did I destroy that Television in my fit of anger?
He almost slid down the cobbled steps, smart shoes aren't made for running. Slowly the smell of salty air filled his lungs, and the harbor came into clear view.
There, waiting on the docks, was a good longtime friend, always there when you needed him.
"Antonio!" Daniel welcomed with open arms.
"Daniel, to what do I owe the pleasure, twice in a day" Antonio replied. Daniel took out the calling card that Antonio had left,
"I'm assuming you saw that little TV stunt, well, The Zeno's were unaware of such a meeting until just now, but it seems we have to attend."
"And why do I matter?"
"We need a gun, a nice big one, machine, tommy, you know."
Antonio just waved his hand, "Your lips are moving but I think we need a translator. Universal, y'know?"
Daniel chuckled, "Money talks" he said, taking out a wad of cash, Antonio's eyes lit up as Daniel began counting it, "Now you just tell me when there's enough money here to sweeten this deal."
"Now." Antonio said, reaching for the selected money. Daniel pulled it back.
"I'm gonna give you this all now, then I get my gun by two days. I need this man, I don't care if you have to kill a don to get this gun, so long as it's not the Don of the Zeno family, I get that gun."
Daniel threw the cash to Antonio.
Antonio counted it, then looked up to thank Daniel, but he was already long gone.
He almost slid down the cobbled steps, smart shoes aren't made for running. Slowly the smell of salty air filled his lungs, and the harbor came into clear view.
There, waiting on the docks, was a good longtime friend, always there when you needed him.
"Antonio!" Daniel welcomed with open arms.
"Daniel, to what do I owe the pleasure, twice in a day" Antonio replied. Daniel took out the calling card that Antonio had left,
"I'm assuming you saw that little TV stunt, well, The Zeno's were unaware of such a meeting until just now, but it seems we have to attend."
"And why do I matter?"
"We need a gun, a nice big one, machine, tommy, you know."
Antonio just waved his hand, "Your lips are moving but I think we need a translator. Universal, y'know?"
Daniel chuckled, "Money talks" he said, taking out a wad of cash, Antonio's eyes lit up as Daniel began counting it, "Now you just tell me when there's enough money here to sweeten this deal."
"Now." Antonio said, reaching for the selected money. Daniel pulled it back.
"I'm gonna give you this all now, then I get my gun by two days. I need this man, I don't care if you have to kill a don to get this gun, so long as it's not the Don of the Zeno family, I get that gun."
Daniel threw the cash to Antonio.
Antonio counted it, then looked up to thank Daniel, but he was already long gone.
[Day of the meeting now. You'll have your gun after the post following this one]
Carmesos awoke, leaning forward with a sudden sharp pain in his back.
~Bloody hotel beds....~ He thought, walking into the En Suite. After brushing his teeth, among other things(Not as bad as it sounds trust me), he grabbed his SMG, hiding it in his long jacket that reachedhis ankles. The jacket was buttoned up fully except for the top four buttons, the tommy was in his left arm pointing owards the ground within. With his right hand dangling from the opened top of the coat, he walked through the estates leading up to the train station. As casual as he may have seemed, he was constantly aware of his surroundings, making sure to investigate any disturbances discreitly and without turning around. The thought of Daniel at the dock worried him. Was he bringing in a shipment of drugs? Carmesos doubted it heavily. ~Not at time like this...~ He thought. ~Guns I reckon.... they preparing.
With the cool, relaxing breeze, and Italian sun as bright as a fire in the darkness, the walk did him good, and he praised himself for it.
He wasn't overweight at all, in fact he was relatively well bodied but stress over the years dragged his performance down so a long walk like this was a change from the norm.
The station in view ahead, he pulled his rght arm fully into the coat, his empty sleeves flailing in the wind, and made sure his gun was loaded fully. He could not afford mistakes if Zeno tried anything.
Carmesos awoke, leaning forward with a sudden sharp pain in his back.
~Bloody hotel beds....~ He thought, walking into the En Suite. After brushing his teeth, among other things(Not as bad as it sounds trust me), he grabbed his SMG, hiding it in his long jacket that reachedhis ankles. The jacket was buttoned up fully except for the top four buttons, the tommy was in his left arm pointing owards the ground within. With his right hand dangling from the opened top of the coat, he walked through the estates leading up to the train station. As casual as he may have seemed, he was constantly aware of his surroundings, making sure to investigate any disturbances discreitly and without turning around. The thought of Daniel at the dock worried him. Was he bringing in a shipment of drugs? Carmesos doubted it heavily. ~Not at time like this...~ He thought. ~Guns I reckon.... they preparing.
With the cool, relaxing breeze, and Italian sun as bright as a fire in the darkness, the walk did him good, and he praised himself for it.
He wasn't overweight at all, in fact he was relatively well bodied but stress over the years dragged his performance down so a long walk like this was a change from the norm.
The station in view ahead, he pulled his rght arm fully into the coat, his empty sleeves flailing in the wind, and made sure his gun was loaded fully. He could not afford mistakes if Zeno tried anything.
The big day and Daniel returned to the docks. Everything seemed quick now, the detail was gone.
His heart was pounding was he waited. The ebb and flow of the waves did nothing to calm his nerves. Far out in the sea, clouds were gathering and darkening.
well this is calming... And there's the storm...
Daniel sighed deeply as a droplet of sweat slowly slithered down his face. He combed his hair and watched as a figure approached him.
"It's hot today." Daniel smirked
"Packing heat on a hot day, you sure that's a good idea" Antonio replied
"Good as any other. Where can I pick it up?" Daniel asked
"Take this guitar case and walk up the street, if you get stopped by the police, let them search it. Once you find an ol' town busker, sit down next to him. When you get the chance, swap cases with him. He knows the drill"
Antonio nodded, and they headed their separate ways, Daniel with the guitar case.
With case in hand Daniel found his way up street; he spotted a busker and headed in his direction.
Just as he was about to introduce himself, he was side swept by the cops and pulled back.
"Well, Well... If it isn't Daniel Turk...."
"That's my name, don't curse it too much."
"What you been up to mafia boy"
"Nothing, just going for a walk."
"With a guitar case?"
"It's a gift"
"Don't gimme that crap Danny!"
"... What did you call me?"
"Danny, Danny Turk"
"You wanna see my birth certificate? How about my license?"
"What are you talking about, Dan"
"I'm talking about my name!"
"Ok, I'm gonna stop you there Daniel. Your drug ring ends now, we know you're scared for your brother so you bought a gun"
Daniel slammed open the case and a guitar rolled out.
"My name is Daniel Turk, and you owe me a guitar"
Daniel picked up the guitar and walked over to the busker.
The police walked away, confused, but keeping an eye on Daniel.
"Hey" Daniel said, handing the guitar to the busker, "Do you know how to change a string?"
"Change a string? I'm giving you a gu~"
"The police want you to change this string, so roll with me."
The busker began changing the string, and while he had the police distracted, Daniel started switching their cases.
Daniel grabbed the other case and left the long way back to the Don, he couldn't risk the police.
Slowly but surely, he made his way back to the don.
[OoC I assumed I could receive the gun in this post so long as I didn't use it or see it.]
His heart was pounding was he waited. The ebb and flow of the waves did nothing to calm his nerves. Far out in the sea, clouds were gathering and darkening.
well this is calming... And there's the storm...
Daniel sighed deeply as a droplet of sweat slowly slithered down his face. He combed his hair and watched as a figure approached him.
"It's hot today." Daniel smirked
"Packing heat on a hot day, you sure that's a good idea" Antonio replied
"Good as any other. Where can I pick it up?" Daniel asked
"Take this guitar case and walk up the street, if you get stopped by the police, let them search it. Once you find an ol' town busker, sit down next to him. When you get the chance, swap cases with him. He knows the drill"
Antonio nodded, and they headed their separate ways, Daniel with the guitar case.
With case in hand Daniel found his way up street; he spotted a busker and headed in his direction.
Just as he was about to introduce himself, he was side swept by the cops and pulled back.
"Well, Well... If it isn't Daniel Turk...."
"That's my name, don't curse it too much."
"What you been up to mafia boy"
"Nothing, just going for a walk."
"With a guitar case?"
"It's a gift"
"Don't gimme that crap Danny!"
"... What did you call me?"
"Danny, Danny Turk"
"You wanna see my birth certificate? How about my license?"
"What are you talking about, Dan"
"I'm talking about my name!"
"Ok, I'm gonna stop you there Daniel. Your drug ring ends now, we know you're scared for your brother so you bought a gun"
Daniel slammed open the case and a guitar rolled out.
"My name is Daniel Turk, and you owe me a guitar"
Daniel picked up the guitar and walked over to the busker.
The police walked away, confused, but keeping an eye on Daniel.
"Hey" Daniel said, handing the guitar to the busker, "Do you know how to change a string?"
"Change a string? I'm giving you a gu~"
"The police want you to change this string, so roll with me."
The busker began changing the string, and while he had the police distracted, Daniel started switching their cases.
Daniel grabbed the other case and left the long way back to the Don, he couldn't risk the police.
Slowly but surely, he made his way back to the don.
[OoC I assumed I could receive the gun in this post so long as I didn't use it or see it.]
[OOC: Yeah that's fine. I'm reading this while listening to a Deathnote AMV with Time Of Dying on another tab....
makes for some epic reading I tell ya'. Adaaaam!?]
makes for some epic reading I tell ya'. Adaaaam!?]
((OCC: I"m roneryyyyy not sure what my character should be doing atm besides plotting away and finding a replacement or trying to))
Daniel returned to the house, with him a guitar case. "Nice disguise." Said the Don, "now do you know what you're doing?" asked the Don. Daniel nodded. "Right, we'd better be on our way do you think?"
As they got to the exit of their home, they expected there to be a riot of press and police ready to engulf them with questions and microphones. But as they swung the door of the house hold open, there was nothing. No one to be seen. This was very strange. Although nice, it was easier to be left to get on with things rather than have to fight the crowds as well as your enemies.
They both stepped down, it wasn't far to the station, and they could have walked, but neither of them wanted to risk being ambushed or stopped by the police again, so they went down and got into their car. A sleek and sexy Aston Martin DB5, it wasn't the current model of the DB6, but it had been modified for the job of being in a gang. Now with blacked out windows, bullet proof glass and some extra machine-guns that came out the side. It was being in James Bond. The Don preferred it to the DB6, even if it wouldn't have the added features a hit-man would want, but it did, and it made it a whole lot better. It's smooth curves sliding back from the bespoke head lamps, the wide grill, ready to encapsulate any who may get in its way, and lastly the 19" wheels, spinning along.
They reached the train station with no hassle at all, and braced themselves for whatever was to come.
(OOC i don't know why, but i see this as a very lock-stock and two smoking barrels moment, and that's ironic if anyone has scene it)
As they got to the exit of their home, they expected there to be a riot of press and police ready to engulf them with questions and microphones. But as they swung the door of the house hold open, there was nothing. No one to be seen. This was very strange. Although nice, it was easier to be left to get on with things rather than have to fight the crowds as well as your enemies.
They both stepped down, it wasn't far to the station, and they could have walked, but neither of them wanted to risk being ambushed or stopped by the police again, so they went down and got into their car. A sleek and sexy Aston Martin DB5, it wasn't the current model of the DB6, but it had been modified for the job of being in a gang. Now with blacked out windows, bullet proof glass and some extra machine-guns that came out the side. It was being in James Bond. The Don preferred it to the DB6, even if it wouldn't have the added features a hit-man would want, but it did, and it made it a whole lot better. It's smooth curves sliding back from the bespoke head lamps, the wide grill, ready to encapsulate any who may get in its way, and lastly the 19" wheels, spinning along.
They reached the train station with no hassle at all, and braced themselves for whatever was to come.
(OOC i don't know why, but i see this as a very lock-stock and two smoking barrels moment, and that's ironic if anyone has scene it)
[Sakura- I suppose it's awkward when nobody else in your fam is here....
Scriptless and Darkblade deserve a time out. You could find a way to get involved in thisAssasination meeting..]
Scriptless and Darkblade deserve a time out. You could find a way to get involved in this
(OCC: ........undercover Aria here I go >.>)
[OoC adam that's not a car, it's a tank... Nor do we have the funds... Probably]
(OOC sorry, hope it's ok people! If not i'll remove it... my baby 
)
)
You're the Don.... not 007...
Daniel dropped the case on the table and checked the contents, he closed the case and followed his brother out of the building.
"Yeah, it's standard, I can assemble this" he said confidently. Walking would take us all day, fancy car would be too noticeable. So how are we getting down?"
As they opened onto the street, the busker approached Daniel and passed over the empty guitar case.
"One more thing" Daniel said as the busker walked away, "Carry this, it's empty, but it'll look like we have two guns."
and then(because of annoying edit) the car turned up.
Finally they arrived at the train station, Daniel was first to step out.
"You know, in a car like this, we were probably followed"
[OoC it's a demo, so can we keep the car :'] just for the demo? ]
"Yeah, it's standard, I can assemble this" he said confidently. Walking would take us all day, fancy car would be too noticeable. So how are we getting down?"
As they opened onto the street, the busker approached Daniel and passed over the empty guitar case.
"One more thing" Daniel said as the busker walked away, "Carry this, it's empty, but it'll look like we have two guns."
and then
Finally they arrived at the train station, Daniel was first to step out.
"You know, in a car like this, we were probably followed"
[OoC it's a demo, so can we keep the car :'] just for the demo? ]
(OOC sorry, you want me to take it away? take my baby away? :'( . Yea, i didn't think it through, do you want me to take it away, or pay for it, or just loose all the extra stuff then it'll just be a normal car??)
[Lose the machine guns and bullet proof... and only half tint the windows?]
{Yeah yeah.. keep it for the demo... but just for decoration }
Carmesos gulped heavily, the fluid getting caught in his throat for a moment, and, with his arms still tucked in the coat, he walked towards the pair, seeing the tracker a bit behind them remaining out of view. He grinned as he took his steps to them, each feeling longer than the last, the grin simply acting as a Persona for what flowed through his mind.
It was meantto be a fairly simple meeting, but this was a man that he had no knowledge of. A man who could betray him at any time, and nobody would be the wiser. Yet he continued to walk.
"So..... the editor didn't fail me I see.... " He said, dragging his left hand out over the top of the coat offering his hand to shake
(OOC: Can we assume that you took my hand for a moment?)
Suddenly he dragged Zeno into him and whispered. "From the moment yu agreed to meet me... you have been marked by the Carmesos. An eternal scar that we never forget about...... one that cannot be scraped off in any way. Do you understand? You are in minds as of now..." With that said, he took a step back, a hand on Zeno's cheek that he retreated back into his coat, the closest thing to safety he had at that moment.
"Now..... we can finally talk business..."
}Carmesos gulped heavily, the fluid getting caught in his throat for a moment, and, with his arms still tucked in the coat, he walked towards the pair, seeing the tracker a bit behind them remaining out of view. He grinned as he took his steps to them, each feeling longer than the last, the grin simply acting as a Persona for what flowed through his mind.
It was meantto be a fairly simple meeting, but this was a man that he had no knowledge of. A man who could betray him at any time, and nobody would be the wiser. Yet he continued to walk.
"So..... the editor didn't fail me I see.... " He said, dragging his left hand out over the top of the coat offering his hand to shake
(OOC: Can we assume that you took my hand for a moment?)
Suddenly he dragged Zeno into him and whispered. "From the moment yu agreed to meet me... you have been marked by the Carmesos. An eternal scar that we never forget about...... one that cannot be scraped off in any way. Do you understand? You are in minds as of now..." With that said, he took a step back, a hand on Zeno's cheek that he retreated back into his coat, the closest thing to safety he had at that moment.
"Now..... we can finally talk business..."
Daniel observed Carmesos warily, then sat down on the car.
"I'm just here for his safety" he said calmly, opening the suitcase and assembling the gun behind its cover. Once done he brought it round, pointing at the ground.
"I assume you have one of these too, so I'll leave you to it." Daniel finished by closing the case and watching Carmesos.
"I'm just here for his safety" he said calmly, opening the suitcase and assembling the gun behind its cover. Once done he brought it round, pointing at the ground.
"I assume you have one of these too, so I'll leave you to it." Daniel finished by closing the case and watching Carmesos.
"From the moment yu agreed to meet me... you have been marked by the Carmesos. An eternal scar that we never forget about...... one that cannot be scraped off in any way. Do you understand? You are in minds as of now..."
It echoed, "as of now..."
"as of now..."
"Now..... we can finally talk business..."
all three moved over to a bench at the edge of the tracks. The Don cleared his throat with a definite and defining cough. "So, what's this business you speak of?"
"Daniel, stay with the car, we'll be fine."
It echoed, "as of now..."
"as of now..."
"Now..... we can finally talk business..."
all three moved over to a bench at the edge of the tracks. The Don cleared his throat with a definite and defining cough. "So, what's this business you speak of?"
"Daniel, stay with the car, we'll be fine."
"Yeah and if you try anything I have the closest thing to a son right here unde my coat."
Carmesos let out a long sigh and lookd Zeno in te eye for a moment. "Well it does't take a genius to figure out that there are too many Mafia Clans bunched together..... space needs to be cleared. And with your wealth, and my experience, we can annihalate the competition and well.... after that we just see what happens. Temporary peace, and the occasional favour. Those are the only services I wish for us to share..... " at that, Carmesos looked briefly at Daniel and said quietly to the Don;"...however.... your brother. He is..... foolish. Vein. He's just...... not the right kind of person that I wish to aid.....
it's be preferable if he were kept in the background, know what I mean?"
He sat back on the bench, anxiously waiting for a response. ~This shall decide it all..~ He thought.
Carmesos let out a long sigh and lookd Zeno in te eye for a moment. "Well it does't take a genius to figure out that there are too many Mafia Clans bunched together..... space needs to be cleared. And with your wealth, and my experience, we can annihalate the competition and well.... after that we just see what happens. Temporary peace, and the occasional favour. Those are the only services I wish for us to share..... " at that, Carmesos looked briefly at Daniel and said quietly to the Don;"...however.... your brother. He is..... foolish. Vein. He's just...... not the right kind of person that I wish to aid.....
it's be preferable if he were kept in the background, know what I mean?"
He sat back on the bench, anxiously waiting for a response. ~This shall decide it all..~ He thought.
Daniel nodded and headed back. He continued to keep the gun loosely pointed towards them the whole time. From the distance any shots would of killed Florence as well, so it was obvious that he would only fire if florence had already been hit.
Come on brother, I don't want this cock screwing with our business, and I don't want to fire this gun.
Come on brother, I don't want this cock screwing with our business, and I don't want to fire this gun.
Aria walked about the city alone, The police would hardly bother her as the family was pretty much a legit business. Ruffling her blonde hair ruefully she continued to walk about in the streets, meeting up with one of the famliy drivers at a corner.
"Take me to the train station. I have a.....meeting with one of the stock brokers." The driver nodded his affirmation and opened the door of the sleek car for the underboss to get inside. "I'll take you there straight away, Miss Aprillo."
"Best to get this over and done with..." The young woman muttered to herself as the driver closed the door behind her. With a screech the car set off towards the train station.
Edit: ((OOC: YEAHHH 3rd PAGE!))
"Take me to the train station. I have a.....meeting with one of the stock brokers." The driver nodded his affirmation and opened the door of the sleek car for the underboss to get inside. "I'll take you there straight away, Miss Aprillo."
"Best to get this over and done with..." The young woman muttered to herself as the driver closed the door behind her. With a screech the car set off towards the train station.
Edit: ((OOC: YEAHHH 3rd PAGE!))
[OoC oh yeah, do we get money at the start of each page or something?]
[Yeah 2000 each but you get 3000 each
Everyone is at 14000 except Carmesos which is 11000, and Zeno is at 16000]
Everyone is at 14000 except Carmesos which is 11000, and Zeno is at 16000]
[OoC We've got to stop OOCing things, it's wasting space. Anyway, I'm going to go see how we can spend this money...
:O:O what if you could buy another character... Now that would be productive.]
:O:O what if you could buy another character... Now that would be productive.]
A partnership of some kind would be a very good opportunity for us both, i'm sure we would both benefit heavily. The Don looked around casually at the tracks and the station, the car parked on a slope, Daniel leaning against, ready for what ever may come, the woman, that kept peering her head around the corner at the end of the street, and looked up. Two seagulls circled them, and the sky lay clear. At the horizon, a dark mist hung over the waters ending point.
A storm was coming. Lets hope it doesn't rain.
The Don turned to Carmesos, and could see in his eye a twinkle. He wasn't sure what the twinkle was, but he could see it, and it could mean anything.
"There's a saying," spoke the Don softly, "a following fool is no fool, but a fool that hires a fool is the only fool. I think that you may take me as a man who does not follow what he hears. I think you think that i don't listen to the teacher, that the only way i may learn is through failure, and so through death. I do not think this." He leant back in the bench, and made himself comfortable.
"Although i agree a partnership would be an excellent idea Carmesos, i do not go back on my family! I learnt from the best, and from the best i shall follow! To hear disrespect from any mouth is disrespect, but from a man that builds his life on the regard for others, is truly discussing, and unfortunately, thanks to your disrespect of my brother, i do not think we shall continue this conversation."
The Don stared at him for a moment, then turned and again looked out at the horizon, not moving a muscle from his relaxed position. He waited for a reply, if one at all.
A storm was coming. Lets hope it doesn't rain.
The Don turned to Carmesos, and could see in his eye a twinkle. He wasn't sure what the twinkle was, but he could see it, and it could mean anything.
"There's a saying," spoke the Don softly, "a following fool is no fool, but a fool that hires a fool is the only fool. I think that you may take me as a man who does not follow what he hears. I think you think that i don't listen to the teacher, that the only way i may learn is through failure, and so through death. I do not think this." He leant back in the bench, and made himself comfortable.
"Although i agree a partnership would be an excellent idea Carmesos, i do not go back on my family! I learnt from the best, and from the best i shall follow! To hear disrespect from any mouth is disrespect, but from a man that builds his life on the regard for others, is truly discussing, and unfortunately, thanks to your disrespect of my brother, i do not think we shall continue this conversation."
The Don stared at him for a moment, then turned and again looked out at the horizon, not moving a muscle from his relaxed position. He waited for a reply, if one at all.
"You are a good man.... the fact that you refused is the reason why we SHOULD continue ths conversation. I would never "Do Business" with a man who takes the side of a stranger instead of his own blood. I honestly know nothing of your work.... or your family. It is perhaps best if we keep it that way. But now I am certain that I want us to make this deal..... as two wrongs don't make a right, but two rights? That can only lead to something prosperous. In this case, a pair of powerful, thriving families. So what do you say?"
{Alliance Offer}
OOC: Sorry it's short
{Alliance Offer}
OOC: Sorry it's short
((If you both ally together I won't hesitate to take you down !!!! D: < Cause I think this means I'm the only family left. ))
The black car arrived at it's destination half an hour later. The driver once again rushed to open the door for Aria, who stepped outside. The dark black trenchcoat she wore hid her Beretta, while the trusty Gerber pocket knife was hidden in one sleeve.
Upon her arrival an associate approached her whispering in her ear. It seemed that some other families might be in the area.
"Be on the lookout. If they're planning an alliance it could bode ill for us if they decide to take us out. We're weak as it stands. However: We must not show this weakness to the others. Am I clear?"
"Yes, ma'am."
The stock broker that she had been assigned to assassinate stood idly next to a bench outside the train station, a fat suitcase was clutched into his hands. The broker immediately caught sight of Aria when she walked over.
"O-oh I see you came!" He held out a hand, which Aria glanced at and gave one firm shake with a gloved hand before speaking.
"We should go somewhere else for our meeting, sir. Do you have a car somewhere?"
The black car arrived at it's destination half an hour later. The driver once again rushed to open the door for Aria, who stepped outside. The dark black trenchcoat she wore hid her Beretta, while the trusty Gerber pocket knife was hidden in one sleeve.
Upon her arrival an associate approached her whispering in her ear. It seemed that some other families might be in the area.
"Be on the lookout. If they're planning an alliance it could bode ill for us if they decide to take us out. We're weak as it stands. However: We must not show this weakness to the others. Am I clear?"
"Yes, ma'am."
The stock broker that she had been assigned to assassinate stood idly next to a bench outside the train station, a fat suitcase was clutched into his hands. The broker immediately caught sight of Aria when she walked over.
"O-oh I see you came!" He held out a hand, which Aria glanced at and gave one firm shake with a gloved hand before speaking.
"We should go somewhere else for our meeting, sir. Do you have a car somewhere?"
The Don turned again to look him directly in the eyes. "Yes, well test or no test, i do not accept any disrespect for the family i belong to, or any other unnecessary bad mouthing." He looked down at his car and the brother that leant against. "Although, depending on your your conditions, we could make some arrangement. But something you have to understand, our business is our business, and your business is yours. I will agree not to touch your family, and you ours. I will agree not to touch your business, and you ours. You see what i'm getting at here. But if I catch a milligram of my drugs being moved by your men, or any other goods for that matter, and you'll know the name of the Turks, and the wrath of the Zeno's. But other than that, i have no other problem."
(OOC: if we make an agreement it is going to be basically everyone against one or two people at the way things stand now...)
(OOC: if we make an agreement it is going to be basically everyone against one or two people at the way things stand now...)
Daniel, growing impatient, Decided to call over to the two Dons, "Hey, is everything Ok over there? The press could show up any minute, so many we should wrap this up."
Seeing that the coast seemed safe, Daniel placed the gun into the guitar case, still fully assembled, and placed it in the back of the car.
[OoC SakuraZaki has an ace in the hole 0_O we should all be very scared]
Seeing that the coast seemed safe, Daniel placed the gun into the guitar case, still fully assembled, and placed it in the back of the car.
[OoC SakuraZaki has an ace in the hole 0_O we should all be very scared]
"Heh.. the drugs game isn't our thing.... though now that you mention it out business COULD coincide very well. But you're right.
"You have your shirt, I have mine" as the saying goes." At that, Carmesos let out a sigh when he got a short glimpse of a woman in a black trenchcoat talking to someone at a bench nearby. It was the kind of thing one would see at a train station of course.
Carmesos turned his head towards his hotel for a moment, flicking his head back to move his fedora out of his eyes.
"Well we should take our leave of eachother....." He said, nodding at Don Zeno. "I'll be in touch. And... give your brother my regards...." At that, he turned in the opposit direction and grinned, wondering if Zeno would see his play on words and walked away when a jet black jeep skidded to a halt, blocking his path.
From the jeep, three men jumped out aiming pistols. One at Carmesos, one at Don Zeno and one at Daniel. They slowly made their way closer to the mafiosi, keeping their guns stadily aimed. Finally another man exited the driver's seat;
"Good day gentlemen..... I would like to introduce the A.O.M.C.... the "Association Of Mafiosi Cleansing"..... we won't stand for your people even if we have to take our laws to new levels. I'd like you all to remember this day as the not only the uniting of two families.... but also the beginning of the end for your kind here in our great nation. Times change gentlemen.... you have no place in it." A person whos identity, age or even gender were impossible to tell exited from the back seat. A high collared brown trenchcoat covered their lower face and a fedora covered the rest of it.
"This my illegal friends... is "Rat"... he's our highly trained snitch if you will. He'll have constant reports on you two AND the Parleo family(Lol one member)..... and if he dies..... you give us more reason to come crashing down on your heads. You've been warned... plus this makes it less likely for Rat to die. And... who's gonna kill me? The captain of the police?" Seconds afterwards the man laughed with pride, as he entered back into the jeep, leaving the armed men behind as he drove off, the Rat walking in a seemingly random direction.
"Crap.."
"You have your shirt, I have mine" as the saying goes." At that, Carmesos let out a sigh when he got a short glimpse of a woman in a black trenchcoat talking to someone at a bench nearby. It was the kind of thing one would see at a train station of course.
Carmesos turned his head towards his hotel for a moment, flicking his head back to move his fedora out of his eyes.
"Well we should take our leave of eachother....." He said, nodding at Don Zeno. "I'll be in touch. And... give your brother my regards...." At that, he turned in the opposit direction and grinned, wondering if Zeno would see his play on words and walked away when a jet black jeep skidded to a halt, blocking his path.
From the jeep, three men jumped out aiming pistols. One at Carmesos, one at Don Zeno and one at Daniel. They slowly made their way closer to the mafiosi, keeping their guns stadily aimed. Finally another man exited the driver's seat;
"Good day gentlemen..... I would like to introduce the A.O.M.C.... the "Association Of Mafiosi Cleansing"..... we won't stand for your people even if we have to take our laws to new levels. I'd like you all to remember this day as the not only the uniting of two families.... but also the beginning of the end for your kind here in our great nation. Times change gentlemen.... you have no place in it." A person whos identity, age or even gender were impossible to tell exited from the back seat. A high collared brown trenchcoat covered their lower face and a fedora covered the rest of it.
"This my illegal friends... is "Rat"... he's our highly trained snitch if you will. He'll have constant reports on you two AND the Parleo family(Lol one member)..... and if he dies..... you give us more reason to come crashing down on your heads. You've been warned... plus this makes it less likely for Rat to die. And... who's gonna kill me? The captain of the police?" Seconds afterwards the man laughed with pride, as he entered back into the jeep, leaving the armed men behind as he drove off, the Rat walking in a seemingly random direction.
"Crap.."
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