Realistic or Modern Gangland 2025

[RiahB]

Devonte Torres sat in the beaten fold up chair and stared coolly at the run down payphone. His eyes were impassive, but his head raged with possibilities. Now that he had gotten rid of his source of income, as crummy and mediocre as it was, he was starving! He twisted the watch around his wrist in contemplation, before smoothing out his black trousers. He had no food, a run down house, and most importantly, no paper bills! He'd be dead by the end of the week.


He rose slowly, watching the phone like it could sprint away at any moment. He reserved this look for women that were less than inclined to offer him service. He stepped into the little box and dialed the number that could be his passage to more money than he'd ever held in his lifetime.


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"No, Mickey- please! I don't want to! Hermano- por favor no me hagas hacerlo," El fought against the eldest brother forcing her into the old pick up. The night air was humid and caused her long curls to plaster to her heated face.


"Shut up and get in the cab, Eleanor!" She turned desperately to Julian, the youngest who often showed her mercy. He wasn't any better, but he was less ready to share his sister with the world.


"Julian, Julian- Papi, please. I won't do it anymore! I'll listen! Tell Mickey I'll liste- Aghhh!" Mickey had grabbed a handful of El's hair and yanked her head back.


"Elli, sister, if you don't get your ass in the truck, I'm going to gut you and feed our starving family." Eleanor gave a little whimper and was pushed toward the open door, where she stumbled inside and sat in the middle seat.


The drove for what felt like forever- but not nearly long enough.


They stopped too soon and she could feel her hands quivering in time to her racing heart when Julian stepped out, leaving the door open. She crawled slowly over the seat and hopped down.


Then it was pandemonium, fire crackers- or what sounded like them, rang out everywhere and El screamed, dropping to all fours and covering her head. Something heavy fell over her and she screeched again, standing up with a grunt. The weight of her dead brother slid off her back. It took a second before El really started to cry. Little whimpers and sobs shook her shoulders. She covered her eyes with her hands, not wanted to see Julian's face- or lack thereof.


She heard Mickey groaning from around the truck and then another pop. Everything was silent but Eleanor, who was sinking toward hysterics.

 

[RIPSaidCone]

Lei listened to the guy from the other side of the phone, responding rather casually to him with a "A'right...tell me who it is and I'll get ya some info." She informed him, standing up now and walking over to her kitchen, opening the refrigerator and grabbing a bottle of beer from it, closing it over again and popping the cap off it, walking out to the balcony, a large view of Central Park and the north side of Manhattan infront of her, sipping from it as she stood there on the phone with the Afro-American man. She was somewhat excited about a new job, but it was the norm to her so she was still quite casual and laid back about it.


@DrTrollinski

 

[DrTrollinski]

George stood up from the table with John and went over to him and took hold of his hand so that they could walk over to where the stairs that lead up to the rooms were. George smiled a little as they were walking through, but he was happy enough with things for now. He had food in his belly, he was back with his family, and nothing was gonna' bring him down. So it seemed, anyway. He was tired now, though, so when he got back it'd be a quick trip to the bathroom and then he'd be off to bed. "Can you tuck me in tonight, John?" He asked. It felt like it had been so long since that happened. (@Axel1313)


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(I don't know if you want me to write anything for your female character here, so I'll let you write another entry for her if you're okay with that).


Ring ring, ring ring.


It was a shame that Devonte didn't know the person that answered the phone was going to be the most brutal member in the organization - since the rumored death of The Don, there was another rumor that the Underboss went absolutely off the rails craved violence no matter where he went. I mean, Devonte had no knowledge of that, so what did he have to worry about, right? It could be worse, but it could be better, too - If it meant money, then anyone would be in. In one week some of the guys made more money than average people made in a year, and that was just business. They were some of the richest people in the country.


But no one ever got rich from the start, it took work.


"Speak." A voice grumbled down the phone once it was picked up. The voice was worn by whiskey and cigars, clearly, and it sounded like the voice of a somewhat old man. It wasn't the boss, that was for sure, but it was someone, right? Only someone important could have been answering the phone. Or let's hope so, at least. (@RiahB - Sorry for the delay)


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Vito looked at the boy and sighed a little. "Let's hope that we get there soon enough, hm?" He said. "The cops in this area trust me. I've done them a lot of favors over the past while, and I had to refuse the opportunity to get introduced to the mayor - Imagine that, eh?" He laughed a little and rubbed his forehead with one hand, then looked down at Luca and gave him a little smile. He got a small but sad smile back, but it was better than nothing. (@KurtH6355)


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"Maybe." He sighed as he looked upon the two boys that were snuggled up in the bed and slowly falling asleep in each other's arms. "East would be an option. We have people on the East Side, but let's not forget. We won't be allowed over there, brother. It could be years before we see them again - We may never see them again. We were given a purpose by the government, and for all we know, they could shoot us both when we've done our job." He sighed. "I do this for those boys right there - I didn't come this far, build this organization we have, just so I could lose them. I don't want to lose you, either, and I've got a feeling... If those boys went away, we'd lose each other not long after." He explained.


That may have been the case - The boys meant a lot to them, gave them something that had more value than a mansion or a gun or a fancy car. Without them, what would they do, hm? I don't know, but I dread to think of it, don't you? "Maybe The Dicciano Family can help us." He said. (@Beowulf)


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"The Devil's Arms highest commanding members. I need names, locations, places they live, who their family are." He said. "Name a price and you'll have it." He said. "I need this done as quickly as possible, but I refuse to talk about it any further over the phone. You know what the police are like nowadays. I'd rather meet and have a full discussion about this - You have my word that there'll be no funny business involved." He said, leaning back in his chair and sighing a little. (@RIPSaidCone)

 

[Lord Bradorian]

Chezzari laughed as well when Vito spoke of his offer to meet the mayor, and there was silence for the rest of the ride. Before long, they pulled into the emergency room driveway of the hospital and paramedics were streaming toward the back of the ambulance from both the hospital and the front of the ambulance. The police that had given them a escort parked next to the ambulance and kept a eye on the scene. (@DrTrollinski)

 

[Axeykins]

((I think you meant to tag Beowulf on one of those posts.))


"Of course bud." John looked down at him with a bright smile. After hoisting Michael up onto his hip he took George's hand and led the way back to the room. "I'd read you a story too if we had one, but I'd probably fall asleep before finishing it." He chuckled. His bright and happy facade was hiding how tired he really was. If given the chance he'd pass out in the hallway...


They hadn't been there for terribly long, but Colette and the girls seemed to have adapted to the new house very well. The girls had plenty o space to unleash their boundless energy and Colette could relax knowing they were safe. The only thing that was missing from the picture was Johnathan, but they hadn't heard from him in ages or heard anything from the agents either.


(@DrTrollinski )

 

[Lord Bradorian]

(He did, didn't he?)

 

[Soviet Panda]

"They could. But there is a problem." Rick said quietly. Even though his voice was to low for the boys to hear, even if they weren't falling asleep, he leaned in closer. "Amari's uncle sent those men. If his uncle has the nerve to do that, perhaps Amari is put of the picture. I know a guy in Italy, you probably me him a couple times. I can call a favor and he might be able to find out. No garuntees though."


((@DrTrollinski ))

 

[RiahB]

"Speak." Devote felt a sudden bout of indignation. He didn't take orders well, but money was on the line. He'd take it like the next bitch if zeros had a play.


" I need cash, lots of it. I assure you I can serve you in some pretty harsh ways," his speech was fresh, a little uneducated, but cunning and menacing all the same. "I've sold my own family to the leaders of a whore house so I can tell you that gutless bullshit isn't a problem."


He waited, his jaw set, on the raspy voice at the other end. He gave his first trump card but he could easily deliver more on his rather fierce personality. He was a monster.


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Eleanor spread her fingers to the silence. She had cried herself out and had slumped to the ground, hiding her smudged face behind dirty hands. She looked down at her palms, noting the spatter of brain and blood on the crook of her wishing lines before hesitantly bringing her eyes up to the group of people that had laid waste to her siblings.


"I-I won't tell nobody," she whispered, her voice cracking with grit and salt from her tears. "I won't tell nobody." El quivered like a leaf in the wind when a big hand gripped her and pulled her to her feet. The man was a deep brown, almost mahogany and Eleanor found herself mesmerised. They all had such beautiful skin- frightening, but beautiful. Soon she was loaded into a vehicle and El was sure she was going to die.

 

[DrTrollinski]

His son was rushed off into the hospital, and with that, Chezzari and Vito were stuck in a waiting room while he was hooked up to the relevant machines and such - of course he needed some treatment, and Vito didn't exactly want to be stuck in the middle of all of that, anyway. He looked around and sighed to himself - the ER was a depressing place, really. People with stab wounds, gun shot sounds, or generally they'd had the shit kicked out of them. Of course there was the odd kid here and there with a broken arm or something, but that was about it.


"I'm worried about our underboss. Something doesn't feel right." He whispered. (@KurtH6355)


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George was happy to get back up to the room, and the first thing he did when he got up there was get changed into some PJ's and climb into bed. It may have only been early, but he was exhausted, and he could see that Joseph was already fast asleep in his own bed. Ah, well - He went to his own but didn't tuck himself in. He got the teddy bear, the new one from the bag, and hugged that tight, then looked up at John and waited for him. He wanted to be tucked in now.


Nick was still with Colette and the girls looking after them and stuff, and so was their loyal butler Connor - He did a lot of the cooking and cleaning, but he let Colette do some if she wanted to. It was going okay, really - They'd had no problems from anyone, if I'm honest. No mafioso guys had visited the house, either, so that was always a good start. (@Axel1313)


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"Johnny Dicciano?" He sighed. "We have connections, and the only thing with Dicciano is that he has personal beef with his nephew." He whispered. "My recommended plan of action is to teach him not to fuck with us, but leave him alive. He has children, just like us, and even if that guy was the one who sent those hitmen, he may not have known what he was getting into, or who we were." He said, sighing. "Let's sleep on it, brother. We should send members from our organization to do it, but for now, we're miles from home and we need to take care of the boys." He explained. (@Beowulf)


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The man on the other end of the phone simply huffed in disbelief. He sighed an angry sigh and said one thing down the phone before hanging up: "Come to the cafe on Brook Street, sit down at the bar, and wait. Do not get followed. Do not bring anyone else with you - Meet me there, alone." He grumbled, and then the line went dead. It was hard to tell if he was angry, ticked off, or just generally in a bad mood. This could end very badly, but, it was worth the risk, right? (@RiahB - Still a bit lost on the girl's part. Sorry :c)

 

[RiahB]

Devonte hung up the phone, suddenly very wary. Breaking other people's necks? No problemo, getting his own broken? Not so unproblematic. He shrugged, money was money, after all. Maybe his introduction wasn't as suave as he had imagined in his brain? Eh, bull shit. He was a suave as they came. Hell, he was the suave-ist sumbitch he knew! No problem, no problem. He had this.


He walked out of the booth and heading in the cafe on Brook Street. Guy really picked a place, huh? He scoffed, swaggering bold as brass down the street. When he got to the cafe, he stalked in like a predator cat, silent and watchful. He had a lot of enemies, a lot of places. He sat at the bar, his shadowed head low, but not humble, bowed but not meek, and waited.


"What'cha want, mister?" The bartender asked.


"Give it to me on the rocks." He didn't give the bartender enough dignity to look at him and that'd earn him a nice extra spit in his whiskey.


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(Okay, we'll hop the The Six headquarters then. If you'd want to start in on that so we can get a good flow going and I don't confuse you anymore, that'd be great!) @DrTrollinski

 

[Lord Bradorian]

"Is that important right now?" Chezzari said in a equal whisper. He decided he'd talk with Vito anyway, try to get Vito's mind off his kid. "Sorry, just real stressed out after the day's happenings. What can we do about the Underboss, anyway? Pull a Luchesse on him?" Chezzari asked semi-seriously, referring to the time when Michael Luchesse, the Underboss of Luchesse at the time, murdered and overthrew his brother, the Don of Luchesse at that time, Dominic Luchesse, and he then ruled Luchesse for three days and three nights until a squad of Dominic's hitmen assaulted his Compoud, exciting a revolt with Luchesse Loyalists who were forced to join up with the new Luchesse, and after the siege of the Luchesse Compound, Michael's Empire was destroyed, remaining Luchesse Members creating the Pavano Family, which was later destroyed by the Genovese Leauge which included the Genovese, Baldini, Riczezio, and Mesopanastrana Families following a marijuana dispute.

 

[Lord Bradorian]

(Is this dead? I mean, of course it's not, it's Gangland-motherfucking-2025, but...are you gonna post soon, @DrTrollinski?)

 

[Axeykins]

After giving Michael a bath, putting him to bed and taking a quick shower himself, Johnathan went over to tuck Joseph in. "All comfy and ready for bed bud?" He smiled.


"So, any news on Johnathan or Mr.Amari?" Colette asked Nick as she cleaned up some toys in the girls little disaster zone.


@DrTrollinski

 

[Axeykins]

((Hello?))

 

[Lord Bradorian]

(I believe this is dead.)

 

[Soviet Panda]

((@DrTrollinski I'm sorry for not posting. I will do so at the next opportunity. Busy right now.))

 

[Lord Bradorian]

I JUST REALIZED. THE INTRO IS TOTALLY A REFERENCE THE WARRIORS.