Realistic or Modern Count Our Sins (Mafia/Gang Rp)

[Mot]

William put an arm around her as he sat next her. He brought her in closer to comfort her as he talked lightly. "I couldn't agree more but for you i believe you can handle the burden your father had. My father used to tell me whatever comes to you was destined from the start. You were place in this position by fate and fate alone and its your job to carry it through. Preserve your legacy." He rubbed her shoulder in comfort and tapped the counter. "Bartender, I'd like two shots of whiskey not to hard." Anarchy Up R.I.P

 

[R.I.P]

Without saying a word to the two sitting at the bar, he brought the drinks, placing two shot glasses on the table and filling them up with whiskey. Jack then put the bottle back on the shelf and sat down, returning to reading his newspaper.

 

[Anarchy Up]

She swigged down the shot, letting it burn down her throat as she tapped her hands over the man's who was comforting her. She smiled and looked at the bar owner with a confused look. "What's his deal? Acting like the shit."

 

[Mot]

"Eh, I dont know the man myself but he seems like a pretty good gang member. Probably wants nothing to do with it." He set his arm down along the table and drank the shot before folding his hands together as he sat next to her. Looking around he noticed the darkened outside and yawned. "Getting pretty late, Most of the guest decided to leave due to the scene that happened earlier. Call it a night?" Anarchy Up R.I.P

 

[R.I.P]

He overheard them talking, but decided not to say anything, as he didnt want to get the little princess angry. Jack sighed as he read that multple murders had taken place in the city, shaking his head a little at the stories. "No one knows who it is or how many people were involved, but the police are investigating as we type this." "Bloody murderers. Can't say I'm too different though." Jack would mutter to himself as he read on.

 

[CharlieBoy]

Benji watched the whole damn thing from his seat. He didn’t get up to help because... well another strange man had beaten him to it. That’s what benji kept telling himself... it never had anything to do with thinking that maybe she would bleed out and he’d be free.... or did it?

He pulled his knees to his chest, his shoes resting on the chair seat now. He didn’t know it was possible to be scared and bored at the same time. But here he stood. Scared and pretty bored all at once.

Anarchy Up Mot R.I.P

 

[Anarchy Up]

She sighed, swigging down another shot as she hit the glass to the bar top. "BENJI." She screamed out as she stood up and looked to him, firkin her finger for him to come.
"Come on sweety, we're done here."
She turned to the black hand and then to the bar owner as she rolled her eyes.
"Too tired for your damn bullshit."
She held out her hand, waiting for her Benji to join her.
Mot R.I.P CharlieBoy

 

[CharlieBoy]

Benji perked himself up, and pushed himself off the chair.

Quite quickly, he didn’t went straight to his captor. He tried to be very obedient, he didn’t want to be in anymore trouble. Now just wasn’t the time.

“I’m here, miss” he said in a tiny little voice.

 

[Anarchy Up]

She turned to him with a smile as she held up her hand to his before seeing the bandage still on her hand as she sighed, she held up her other hand for him to take.
"Come... I want to show you where I live... And maybe, just maybe.. You won't see me as such of a bad guy"
She squeezed his cheek slightly and waited for him to take her hand.
CharlieBoy

 

[CharlieBoy]

I don’t think I’m going to ever see you as a good guy.... Benji thought as he eyed the woman with suspicion. He pulled away from her pulling at his cheeks. That hurt a little.
He took her by the hand but he didnt want to. His hand was a little sweaty.

 

[Anarchy Up]

She sighed as she squeazed his hand and walked to the door, before leaving, she turned to the bar keeper.
"I'm not done with you... LIONS!"
The men in the room from her Mafia gained up close behind them as she led Benji out of the bar. Outside waiting was a long secured limo. Esmee sighed and looked at Benji as she petted his hand.
"After you cutie."
R.I.P CharlieBoy

 

[Mot]

William stood up from the stool and signaled his guard with simple gesture . They nodded and walked up to William "I'll bring the car around. " they said and William just patted them gently on the back before grabbing his coat."Until next time Alpha." He said towards esmee as she left. His other guard approached beside him as he followed on out. Anarchy Up

 

[CharlieBoy]

“Okay...” Benji scooted himsekf out. Oh he wished he was brave enough to just high tail it out of there. To just run.

But he wasn’t. He was too small, and weak. He cursed himself. Then he thought. Would he rather die than be a part of these gangs.

Anarchy Up Mot

 

[R.I.P]

Jack peered over his newspaper at her comment, scoffing as he went back to reading the stories. "Fucking finally. I can close up shop now at least." He waited until everyone had left before getting up and out of his seat. "Jimmy, I want this place spotless by morning. Lock up when youre done." Jack tossed him the keys before exiting the bar. Once outside he took in the fresh air, slowly breathing it in before exhaling it back.

 

[Ethereal_Dreams]

One of Estrella's friends had asked her to come over for a little get together at their house. Ester having nothing planned to do, decided why not, so she started walking there. As she was walking past a bar that she had visited with friends a few times, she saw a large group of people exit. She stopped walking and went behind a corner of one of the near by buildings, not just because of her desire to avoid social interaction until she got to her destination, but because she felt a very threatening aura around them.

 

[Anarchy Up]

Esmee waited for Benji to get in as she turned to one of her many men and whispered in his ear. She fixed her red dress before scooting herself into the limo, as she rested, playing with new cut lines on her hands.
"Benji dear... Did you know anyone from that wretched ball?"
She turned to face out the window as the car screeched off down the streets.
CharlieBoy

 

[CharlieBoy]

“No... of course I didn’t...” benji replied, an air of sarcasm in his voice. It was the truth, too. He only knew of masked/ scarves/ balaclavaed figures, he didn’t remember faces, and he knew no names. It dawned on him as slightly foolish, for a second.

He sighed as he looked at the window at the drab scenery. The graffitied walls, the gun shots on the signs, the burnt out cars. They past his house, and he noticed another of his windows had been put through. He couldn’t let on, for the woman in red would know exactly where he lived.