Realistic or Modern Mafia Wars

[Christopher Pyne MP]

Ryan walked through his ramshackle apartment in the slums of Chicago. The smell of tobacco, alchohol and gunpowder clung to the small room and its grimy carpet. The hitman hadn't experienced employment for the last two weeks and desperately needed to get a fix of two things, beer and floozies. The success of a hit was always celebrated with a night out in a bordello with a woman on one arm and a bottle of malt in the other. Once the hangover wore off and he was forced out of the brothel, he would walk home and lament the night of debauchery before contemplating putting a bullet through his temples.


Now he was making himself look respectable, damping his hair with the rusted tap and then slicking it back with a comb. Ryan had been ecstatic when he had been invited to the Caretti's for this party, he'd done some small work for them, but never in his preferred vocational point, assasination. Instead he had been attacking small time bootleggers and roughing. up thugs from the smaller gangs.


Ryan knew he needed a plan to secure a contract with the don, and his plan was to head to the Caretti's party. If there was one thing he had learnt from his uncle, it was that meeting prospective employers outside of their usual environment, and knowing them socially was a good way to find work. Then he'd use his drunken charm to suck up and hopefully not fuck up. He finished combing his sleek blonde hair and looked to the shelf, there was a bottle of whiskey sitting there, that'd probably do him till the other guests arrived. He sighed and slid it into his jacket pocket, with his revolver and made his way out the apartment whistling waltzing matilda. He hoped when he would next return to the shit hole, he'd have a permanent employer.

 

[DrCompton]

Tommy Compton

Tommy smiled at the group, then watched the middle Caretti sister come up to the group as well. He saw Mia turn towards the man who had walked up to Rose. An idiot, Tommy figured. Anyone invited to the party knew better than to walk up to Rose, of all the children in the Caretti family. But then Tommy saw Olive's reaction, reaching in her pocket immediately, and Tommy then focused on the man. Now paying attention, he realized who it was immediately. On first instinct he almost reached into his jacket, but then remembered Rose, the movement would betray the fact hidden from Rose that Tommy carried the service revolver in his jacket. Vince stepped in and started to act pleasant with the man, didnt Vince realize who he was? Then Vince only introduced the kids, Tommy smiled, He would be a good Don some day. Carmen kept butting herself in, and Tommy winced a little, he felt like she had no clue who the man was.

Then Tommy heard the heavy breathing that came with Lou, and turned toward Rose and Carmen, "Rose, I think your father is about to come down, can you and Carmen take Lou upstairs?" He hoped Rose wouldn't ask anything, but he definitely wanted to get the youngest Caretti out of the room.

Antonio Caretti

Antonio had turned the corner just as the Varenzo boy had walked up to Rose. His felt his heart skip just for a moment before Olive, Mia, Vince and Tommy had quickly changed their posture in regards to Varenzo walking up to his baby girl. He smiled to himself as he watched Vince take up talking to the man, while the other three seemed ready to strike if the Varenzo boy made a wrong move.


He saw Tommy move to try and get his two youngest daughters out of the area. Olive, Mia, and Vince could handle the man, but it was time to introduce himself. Antonio walked toward the group, "Ah, Lou can stay down here tonight Rose, but only tonight understand, and I dont want him to bug any of our guests." Antonio smiled, and bent down to kiss Rose's forehead first, next his kissed the forehead of Carmen, then he kissed Olive's cheek, more because he couldn't reach her forhead without standing on his toes. Antonio looked toward the Varnezo boy, and knew Vince had it handled. Smiling, Antonio looked around the group of children again, "Im going to go talk to some friends of mine. Everyone in here is welcome, so long as they keep to themselves and dont cause trouble." For the last sentence Antonio focused on Varenzo, hoping he made his point clear: The boy could stay, as long as he didn't stir anything up. With that, Antonio dismissed himself from his children and went to talk quietly with his business associates.
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[Lightning Quick]

°Mia°

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Mia had established a rule to observe people, catalog their faces and assure that they were not a threat. To say that the unidentified man standing in the presence of one of the Caretti children was unnerving was a mere understatement to the turmoil going on within her brain. It had been a lesson that Mia had often learned which was to never trust a kind face despite what you believed, the kindest nature of a person could often be the cruelest when provoked and she had no idea of this man's intentions. She approached silently despite the heels she wore, casting off an air of reserve as she smiled kindly at the man and the young woman. "I am sorry to interrupt but I couldn't help but wonder at your business here." She turned towards the man, the words weren't at all unkind but moreso of a warning: If you touch them in any way they do not like, I will string your organs upon the streetlights.


@Lightning Quick


@Mia Moulop

Clarence turned to examine the approaching figure, realizing immediately this wasn't a friendly chat (as if any chat he'd have that evening would be 'friendly' per say, it was just certain it wouldn't be the easy going one he'd intended for the girl holding the little dog). He flashed her an easy smile, as if reassuring the others around him of his non-malicious intent. "I just heard about this dinner tonight and just had to attend."


His gaze fell on Rose again, as if sensing her tension at the situation. "I didn't mean to spook you, I just saw you over here with that dog and thought I'd chat." He reached over and gently stroked the dark fur "she is a cutie, though..." He stepped back. "I think Lou is the perfect name for her. I'm sorry if I made you nervous. I'm a sucker for a cute face" he winked, leaving interpritation open. He had no interest in her, of course. But being nice and flirty was his forte.


He glanced towards the approaching male. As if he could forget a face like that... Vince. Vince Caretti. What a pain... Good standing and well groomed, but putting a pig in a prom dress didn't make it miss United States. "I'm Clarence. It's a pleasure" he extended a hand, keeping conversation and intentions pure and keeping the unaware without suspicion. He tried to ignore the Don's obvious threat. As if he was afraid... But it wouldn't do to start something when what he wanted could only be obtained if he stayed...

 

[not here anymore]

She smiled as her father kissed her on the cheek as she his her drink away from him "Good evening father" she smiled then placed re hand on hr younger sister back "Come on Rosie, let's take Lou back upstairs?" She smiled then smiled at the others before leading Rosie upstairs to put the pug away from the party

 

[SupremeCourtney]

Olive's gaze was broken by Carmen, slamming into her with a hug. Dear Lord, could anyone tell this was a freaking Varenzo besides Mia and Tommy? Olive had personally seen enough of the Varenzos during their deals and this one cooing over the damn dog was a particular nuisance. Olive's voice was unusually sharp as she spoke to Carmen, thanking her for the compliment and painfully trying to ignore what she said about him being scary and the apartment. The last thing Olive wanted getting out to a Varenzo is that she didn't hole up in the Caretti mansion and now that cat was out of the bag. Carmen needed to grow up and this wasn't a time to start an argument. Not that she didn't love her sister, of course she did, but this situation was too risky for Olive's liking and Carmen wasn't helping. When she came back over Olive flashed her a look, warning her. She could only hope she understood could play it cool.


Olive's father making his appearance let her relax a bit, until he said that Rose could keep the dog downstairs. In her head, Olive was screaming to tell her father to get Rose the hell out of here, but he surely knew how to handle this situation, hopefully. She stiffly pulled her hand out of her pocket, leaving her knife behind and giving her father a knowing glance as he kissed her cheek. So much for a relaxing evening.


Despite all this, Olive couldn't help but snort as Clarence spoke about loving a pretty face."If you're into staring at pretty women, there are other establishments in the city to get your kicks," she said, taking a long drag on her cigarette and reaching over to the table to throw it into the ashtray, still glaring at the boy.

 

[Kassandra Rose]

Elsie Varenzo



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The smell of sweet perfume filled the room as Minnie began to dress for tonight. Tonight was a big night in the city of Chicago, and everyone knew it. The Carettis, the opposing Mafia family, it seemed were hosting one of their annual celebrations and Minnie wasn't going to miss it for the world. Therefore, staring into the mirror, the young girl fixed her appearance as much as a girl could in these times. Patting a little powder on her face, pinching her cheeks for a bit of blush and applying some red tint upon her lips, it wasn't long before she was ready to slip into her dress.


After finally being ready, the young girl eyed herself warily. She looked half decent to say the least. Her long, cream dress cloaked her body perfectly. It was understated but glamorous, showed a little curves but was still classy. She was actually considerably proud at her achievement of getting ready so fast and so well. For it seemed she was already rather late for the party, and she simply couldn't be attracting too much attention to herself. Therefore, the girl swiftly left. Trailing down the stairs as fast, and quiet, as one could before leaving the manor. She needn't ask for her fathers approval of leaving, for she was certain that he would never find out. After all, what are the chances of a known Varenzo attending a Carretti party?


When she finally approached the party, she was soon surrounded by her friends. It was a joy to be out and around people who only knew her as Minnie, and not the Dons rebellious daughter. Another advantage to her secret was the lack of anxiety of being shot, for the Carettis did not like to injure innocents and for all they knew she could be one of them.


Smiling like an idiot, the young girl approached the manor door, linking arms with her best girlfriend, and gave the handle a light knock. The manor was rather beautiful, she had to admit that much, and she simply couldn't wait to have a look inside.

 

[Gradous13]

After parking his car next to the hotel, Frankie was about to turn off the engine when he looked down the block and watched as the police chief walked out of the station. A twisted grin stretched across Frankie's lips. The Chief was Henry Armati, and Don Varenzo didn't like the fact he wasn't playing nicely. Armati walked around to the back of the building and soon returned in his private vehicle. Frankie put the car into reverse to pull out of the parking lot and then back into drive. Keeping a three car distance between himself and Armati. Frankie followed Armati back to his house and parked the car far enough away to not cause suspicion. "You live rather well for a police chief, no doubt of off Mr Varenzo's money" Frankie voice was cold and full of murderous lust as he spoke those words...

 

[Lightning Quick]

Olive's gaze was broken by Carmen, slamming into her with a hug. Dear Lord, could anyone tell this was a freaking Varenzo besides Mia and Tommy? Olive had personally seen enough of the Varenzos during their deals and this one cooing over the damn dog was a particular nuisance. Olive's voice was unusually sharp as she spoke to Carmen, thanking her for the compliment and painfully trying to ignore what she said about him being scary and the apartment. The last thing Olive wanted getting out to a Varenzo is that she didn't hole up in the Caretti mansion and now that cat was out of the bag. Carmen needed to grow up and this wasn't a time to start an argument. Not that she didn't love her sister, of course she did, but this situation was too risky for Olive's liking and Carmen wasn't helping. When she came back over Olive flashed her a look, warning her. She could only hope she understood could play it cool.
Olive's father making his appearance let her relax a bit, until he said that Rose could keep the dog downstairs. In her head, Olive was screaming to tell her father to get Rose the hell out of here, but he surely knew how to handle this situation, hopefully. She stiffly pulled her hand out of her pocket, leaving her knife behind and giving her father a knowing glance as he kissed her cheek. So much for a relaxing evening.


Despite all this, Olive couldn't help but snort as Clarence spoke about loving a pretty face."If you're into staring at pretty women, there are other establishments in the city to get your kicks," she said, taking a long drag on her cigarette and reaching over to the table to throw it into the ashtray, still glaring at the boy.

He laughed. At least this one had spunk, he thought. "No, I think I'm exactly where I need to be. No need to be hostile, I'm not here to stir it all up" he crossed his arms. "Besides, I don't believe the Don would approve of violence here tonight, around all of these people and some of his children." He brushed his hair back. "I'm here for the pure and simple fact I can be, and you can't stop me." He turned swiftly.


"If you'll excuse me, I do want to have a look around. This is a nice place" he turned swiftly in place to leave the group.

 

[SandraDeelightful]

Rose looked down when her sister told her about her stutter. Rose hated stuttering, she had always hated stuttering. It was the bane of her existence. She felt like it made it sound like she was stupid and uneducated. She had always tried to stop, but she was never able to.


Rose smiled upon seeing her father and she beamed when he told her that Lou was allowed to stay downstairs. After he had kissed her cheek, Rose got on her tip-toes and kissed her father's cheek, as even though she was taller than she usually was with her heeled shoes on, she was still rather short.


"Th-thank y-you, Daddy," Rose stuttered out. Her voice gentle an sweet as it always was.


Lou clearly wasn't the best judge of character either, as she began licking Clarence. Rose laughed as she did so.


"Sh-she likes y-you," said Rose kindly before she kissed Lou's head. When Carmen began leading her away, she added, "Daddy s-said I c-can k-keep L-Lou t-tonight." With that, she began going back downstairs.

 

[Christopher Pyne MP]

The taxi stopped outside the Caretti's estate and Ryan paid the driver "Thank you." he said, slightly shivering, he hated the cold of the evenings in Chicago. He made his way through the estates gates, sliding a hand into his jacket pocket, ensuring that the invitation was still where he had left it. The lone man crossed the estates gardens until he reached the grand houses door. He knocked on it and shuffled his feet, awaiting a response. He swallowed and took a small swig from the flask to ease his frayed nerves.

 

[Arya Price]

When the strange man walked up to Rose, Leonor hurried over to Rose and she stayed close by. She hadn't been taught how to fight, but she had fought anyone who mocked Rose when they were children, simply because Rose couldn't stick up for herself and Leonor had felt terribly sorry for her best friend. She wanted to help in any way she could and one of the ways she had learned how to help and one way she helped was getting good at fighting. She had just sort of learned how to be a good fighter over the years.


This man unnerved Leonor. She was grateful when he walked away. When Carmen was going to take Rose up, Leonor began following them. When Rose came back down Leonor followed her. She grabbed Rose's hand when she saw two people they knew, Freddie and Gene Martyn. Freddie was dressed in a black suit, as opposed to the colorful ones he liked to wear. He thought dressing in black would be more appropriate for the occasion. His tie was a bow tie, since a colorful tie wouldn't fit with this situation. Gene was wearing a sparkling black dress with a fringed skirt. On her legs, there were black tights and on her feet, there were black T-Strap shoes. Gene looked like she was trying to stand out, as she normally did. Upon seeing Lou, Gene squealed and took her from Rose and Gene began petting the little pug. Lou began licking Gene affectionately, making Gene giggle. Gene had always loved animals.


"Hello, Leonor," said Freddie, taking Leonor's hand and kissing it politely. Freddie did the same thing with Rose. "Hello, Rose."


As he picked his head back up, he looked Rose in the eye, with tenderly and lovingly. He realized that with all the people here, especially Rose's father, it probably wasn't the best idea for him to do that. He couldn't help but do so, though. Her eyes were always filled with affection and kindness and warmth.


He had seen that man talk to Rose and Freddie could sense he was bad news. He had breathed a huge sigh of relief when he had left. Freddie had wanted to run up to that man and give him a sock in the nose for even looking at Rose. It took a lot of restraint and self control not to do so, seeing as how he would probably get in trouble for starting a fight and he couldn't risk it. The most important thing to him now was that Rose had gotten away from him unharmed and now she was safe. He still wasn't all too comfortable with the fact that this strange man was still here and wandering about the party and there was still a chance that he could find another way to talk to Rose.


His thoughts were interrupted by his sister speaking.


"Rose, you look absolutely lovely," said Gene. "As do you, Leonor. Then again, both of you always do.

 

[SandraDeelightful]

Rose blushed as Freddie kissed her hand. She blushed further when Freddie began staring into her eyes. She looked down and let out a small giggle. Her laugh sounded sweet and it rang like a bell. He and done that before and she had always blushed when he did so. She had always blushed easily. Even when someone she considered a dear friend kissed her hand in a chaste way. Rose even blushed when someone in her family gave her a compliment. She was a bit uncomfortable with receiving compliments, but sh had always accepted them with a smile and good grace.


Rose knew that Freddie had a crush on her. She had known for years. What she didn't know is that he was in love with her, even though it was painfully obvious. It was probably because Rose had never really thought anyone would fall in love with her. She was always shy and nervous when it came to almost anything. She was always stuttering and she was sure no man would find that attractive. She always held things back and never had the courage to speak her mind. The only time she had never held anything back was when she was writing, but she never let anyone read what she wrote.


Rose was also sure that people would be too afraid of her father to want to talk to her. Freddie was able to talk to her because he just sort of blended into the background and he would usually only talk to her if it was on that rare occasion that Rose was alone. It was only small things like 'How are you.' Or, if Rose was upset, he would try to get her to smile. He would tease her occasionally, but he made sure that she knew it was all a joke and that she shouldn't be upset over it. Rose always listened to him and never got angry. She always laughed at his jokes and they were always able to put her in a better mood.


Rose considered Freddie her best and only male friend. She was closer to Gene, but she still talked to Freddie enough to consider them friends. She even considered him her dear friend. She knew that if Freddie had a crush on her, he must have at one point saw her as a friend. To Rose, he probably did still consider Rose his friend. She assumed that his crush as nothing more than something childish and to her, it was probably nothing more than a childish crush. Nothing that would or should be acted on. She hadn't known for long that Freddie had a crush on her and she assumed that he had a crush on her for just a little while before she found out. She had not known that he had been in love with her for so much longer than that.


"Th-thank y-you, Gene," said Rose when she was complimented on her dress. "Y-you l-look lovely, a-as well."

 

[DrCompton]

Tommy Compton




Tommy sighed with frustrated relief with Don Caretti walked away and the group seemed to dissipate. His eyes went to Olive for a moment, then to Mia, "Mia I hate to put you to work tonight, but keep an eye on our friend? I know Don Caretti said that he was allowed, but I don't like the way he spoke to Rose." Tommy looked at Vince, "Good idea, not introducing me or Mia, Vince. I'll be glad to work for you one day." He smiled, a genuine smile. Looking from Vince, to Mia, to Olive last, "Maybe now we should start to enjoy the party?" Holding his hand up to Olive, "Well, Beautiful, can I have this dance?" Tommy grinned, as much as he did want to dance with Olive, he tried his best to make it sound like a joke, but he didn't quite manage to pull that off.
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@Annabella @TheStoicist @SupremeCourtney

Antonio Caretti




Antonio managed to meet the people he felt needed the most pampering for his operations to run smoothly, The Mayor, The Chief of Police, A local congressman, and both of Illinois' Senators. After that, he met the people who mattered, other heads of Chicago families that Caretti had close ties with, in fact the Varenzo boy coming to the dinner, while unexpected, was an opportunity that Antonio hoped Vince would pick up on, though the way his children had protected Rose, he figured the night would be captioned by that. Once he had managed to talk to every single person who mattered to his business Antonio walked toward Tommy, Vince, and Olive. His head never stopped turning and smiling as people went to him to pay their respects and thank him for showing to his party when he saw Rose talking to Freddie, then watched Freddie kiss her hand.

Antonio stopped suddenly and turned, walking toward the four children who stood together. "Gene" He kissed her cheek, "Freddie." He took the boys hand and shook it, gripping it a little firmer than entirely necessary "Im so glad you two could make it to tonight's party. How is your father? Is everything still okay money-wise? I hate to be crude and ask that here, but you two know I would do anything to help Freddie Senior." Antonio was sincere about the questions of Frederick Martyn's health and financial status, Martyn Sr. had been apart of the trio of men, Foyle and Compton being the other two, who had helped Antonio with his initial take over and the subsequent rise afterwards. Being the only surviving member of the trio, Antonio was deeply concerned about his friend's health.
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@Mia Moulop @Arya Price

(Also I just assumed there was music playing some where, if not let me know >.>

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[kou]

Mia watched with wary eyes as Rose was led away, her eyes swiveling towards the man who had left her presence and a small smile forming at the corner of her lips. Judging by his gait and posture and including his looks, he was a Varenzo and wasn't that forthcoming? She smiled warmly at both Olive and Don, adjusting her dress before inclining her head at the order. She had already intended to intently watch the man who had graced Rose with his presence and she waved off an approaching relative who seemed content on asking what had just occurred. "I would not mind keeping surveillance over the man as I had already intended to do so, I appreciate your interference however."


@TheStoicist @SupremeCourtney @DrCompton

 

[Lightning Quick]

Clarence was speaking to the men the Don had just passed by. He'd known them through other gatherings his own father had thrown, the mayor, the chief, even meetings others he felt as though would be beneficial to meet and do business with later. After all, it was important to share other options with possible buyers blinded by the promises of only the Caretti business. The elder family wasn't the only one on the market anymore.


He loitered to the side after his ventures, keeping his eyes on the crowd as the music played on and people slowly lost their inhibitions and guards as they socialized and played, time having no meaning to any of them. This was an incredible get together, really. So many opportunities... As long as that spider would stay off his back. There was a difference between keen interest and what she could do.

 

[TheStoicist]

Vince watched as Clarence wandered away, not that there was particular reason to pay him mind at the moment. He and the other youth had only met on a few occasions, and never in such relaxed circumstances as now. Either way, Vince had quickly picked up on the undoubtably wit and easy charm of the other, charm was something that Vince wasn't always completely capable of, but what he lacked in charm, Vince made up for in honesty and faithfulness, something that was very much in short supply in the mafia. Of course those two traits could be his downfall as well. He watched as the others preoccupied themselves with lighter matters and smiled easily at Tommy as he thank the older youth for praising Vince's quick-thinking,


"Thank you Thomas, and trust me when I say your presence in our family is greatly valued, and not just by the Don either." Vince then watched as Tommy went away to attempt to court his elder sister, and he once again felt bad for the other man, but silently wished him luck either way. He also spared a glance in The direction of Freddie, Leonor, and Rosie, feeling a slight pang of regret, he hadn't been able to have a true conversation with Leonor at all for almost two months, he missed her spunk a bit, of course he knew plenty of spirited women, being in the business his was in. But Leonor had a nice little spark that was unique and charming all on it's own. Though he wasn't as close with the ward as any of his sisters, he had a particular affection for her, that he wasn't sure he wished to put a name to. Catching himself thinking too deeply about the woman and staring in her direction for too long, Vince ducked his head away to clear his head. He didn't need troubles like this in these times.


So as the others were swallowed slowly by the growing crowd and the room became increasingly stuffy and unbearable, Vince cast his dark gaze about, searching for Clarence, he was interested in speaking with his Varenzo counterpart, for many reasons. And he was sure Clarence shared his interested, even if the two found each other disdainful, one must take every opportunity to know their enemy, especially before they were truly enemies. But he found that the other man had completely disappeared in the clusters of guests. Vince almost clicked his tongue in an annoyed 'tch' at this, almost,


He was never inclined to show exasperation. But when Vince heard the faintest knock at the grand front doors, he opted to pursue that curious noise and leave Clarence to Mia and his own business for the time being. There was plenty of time to make conversation tonight, he would do so later, when scrapes weren't do fresh.


Vince made his way quickly to the doors and only hesitated for a moment before he warily cracked the door open, what kind of guest had the audacity to appear so belatedly at a Caretti party? He was willing to scuffle with a hitman if he had to. Yet he was surprised when the opened door revealed a man, not half as sharply dressed as some present, but still seeming to have the decency to try to groom himself properly, there was also the faint wafting of something alcoholic from the man's direction. Vince didn't lower his guard and didn't let his surprise or wariness show on his youthful, yet mature face as the corners of his mouth tipped up pleasantly and greeted the other man, holding his gaze with intelligent and somehow authoritative brown eyes,


"Good evening sir, am I correct to assume that you are here for the Caretti's gathering?"


@Bullet Tooth Tony

 

[Arya Price]

Freddie smiled slightly when he saw Rose blush. He had always loved making Rose blush. He though it was absolutely adorable. Her cheeks were already very rosy, but there was a certain way that made her look much prettier when she blushed. It made her look radiant, at least in his opinion. He also caught the small giggle she let out. He was glad he made her giggle. He loved hearing her laugh and seeing her smile. He had also always loved hearing her laugh. To him, it sounded like bells. It always made his day to hear Rose laugh her sweet, gentle laugh, that sounded like a child's laugh. He couldn't help but stare again as he looked upon her sweet, radiant face. A smile spread across his face as he stared at her.


Freddie stopped when he heard Caretti's voice. He was worried he had seen the way he kissed Rose's hand or the way he looked at her. When the Don shook his hand, Freddie was sure he had seen him kiss Rose's hand, since it was a bit to firm. He just hoped he wouldn't be in trouble for it, because, after all, he had done so to Leonor, too.


"Dr. Harris went to seem him last week and gave him some new medicine," said Gene, a small sad smile spread across her red tinted lips. "He's going back tomorrow to see how it's working. We're all hoping for the best, Mother's staying with him tonight. As much as she wanted to be here tonight, she knew it would be better for her to stay with Father. We still have some of her money from before she was married, so we should be all right for a few more months at least."


"Thank you, sir, for your concern," said Freddie kindly, yet he smiling nervously. "We appreciate it, and I know Mother and Father do, too."


@DrCompton @Mia Moulop

 

[Lost Valentine]

Maria Varenzo

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Tonight was the night. In fact, it was the night for one of the biggest parties in Chicago and it was taking place at the Caretti's mansion, one of the most notorious mobs in the city. Everyone knew about the party but not just anyone could get in. Many famous faces were rumored to have attended the party and even a few, not so warmly welcomed ones as well. Like Clarence and Elise Varenzo, the oldest son and daughter of the Caretti's long time rival family. But not all of the Varenzo Don's children were going to go to the party, well not yet anyway. His middle daughter, Maria, found herself in the front room of their estate, perched on a piano bench. Her fingers glided along the keys, she didn't even have to look she knew the notes so well. She played a popular tune of the time. A, B flat, F minor, and C, all of it was memorized. The piano roared throughout the room, the sound subsiding when the song was over. Maria loved to play the piano and she played it quite well.


The young woman stood up with a sigh and made her way through the halls of the home. She looked around like she was searching for something, but that something was unknown. Nevertheless Maria searched like her life depended on it. Several steps and clicks of her heels later, she reached the library. She sat down in a red leather chair and grabbed a book that was on the table next to it; it was a Shakespearean play. She giggled as she flipped through the pages, figuring that her younger brother Alexander had left it there. He had an amazing memory and could remember anything and she assumed that this was probably his next project. She flipped to the back pages and read the last passage, "A glooming peace this morning with it brings; The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head. Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things. Some shall be pardon’d, and some punished. For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo." She spoke the words out loud as dramatically as she could. Maria had never been an actor, but enjoyed watching theatre productions. She loved Shakespeare and this happened to be her favorite line. Smiling, she set the book down on the table and stood up, walking out of the library and towards her next adventure.


Maria walked up the stairs of the home, sliding her hand up along the railing. Her heels click on the wooden stairs just as they did on the floor. She looked down both ends of the hallway. "Father?" She called out. It was getting rather late and she did intend to go the the Caretti's party, but would rather have her father's permission first. She sighed as she walked toward her bedroom. She sat down at her vanity, gazing into the mirror. She patted her skin with a makeup brush, touching up some spots. Might as well clean my look up if I plan on going, she thought. Maria just hoped her father had heard her.

 

[SupremeCourtney]

It took everything Olive had not to jump on the Varenzo and make an example of the smug, sneaky bastard right in front of everyone, but she clenched her fists and bit her tongue. She was a Caretti, and Carettis handled their affairs with class. God did she hate that sometimes, what some pricks need is a good ass beating to take them down a notch.


Tommy was a welcome and much needed presence as she watched the Varenzo boy slink away."Oh, do show me how much you appreciate a pretty face too," she quipped, just hoping the Varenzo heard her as she quickly took Tommy's hand and pressed herself against him, throwing a knowing look over his shoulder to Mia. "Watch him, please," she mouthed.


Olive smiled at Tommy as she pulled back to face him."When hell warms over, a Caretti party will finally be a peaceful affair," she said, meeting his eyes as she danced with her partner.

 

[kou]

°Mia°

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Mia inclined her head in respect at Tommy before taking her leave, finding a remote spot centered strategically so she had a vantage point for the whole room before sliding into the chair. What a Varenzo was doing here was beyond her knowledge but dinner parties with said guests had always ended in bloodshed and mutual disappointment, Mia shifted slightly before quietly reaching inside the purse which had been tucked comfortably under her arm and reveling in the feeling of metal as her hand grasped the switchblade which lay within, shrouded by liptstick, a handkerchief, and various other accessories. She had earned this switchblade with her own blood, sweat, and tears and it had belonged to her father before his untimely demise. Since then, she had always utilized it when formalities were no longer useful and would always cherish the weapon.She wouldn't hesitate to try it out once more if the Varenzos' tried something.

 

[Lightning Quick]

Clarence glanced between all possible party goers with an intense death wish guided towards him immediately. The lights and wary haze of people as the heat rose from proximity almost made it difficult to focus. Almost.


The biding spider was hiding in wait for him, he guaranteed. He hadn't met her too many times, per say, but stories were plenty to convey that she wasn't one to be pushed or persuaded by a quick wink or a flirtatiously fleeting touch. He'd have to keep an eye on her just as closely as she kept one on him. The Caretti don was a problem all his own, with slinking shadows lurking at each turn... The only possible saving grace was the presence of such powerful outliers (he considered them outliers as you would a mathematic skew, ones that were too far from the center of the goal to be considered valid factors, but not so far that you could ignore them completely). The don had to be on his best behavior tonight for that reason.


The eldest Caretti daughter, a slippery and vexing serpent of her own right, was laying wait in case he dared to perturb the precious egg she called Rose. The innocent flower she was was to remain untainted by his own hands if he were to remain unharmed by hers... Vince held no threat to him. Both of equal status and mental might without what could be called a strong enough hatred yet, he'd be too curious of Clarence's own actions and thoughts to do much but chatter. Safe. If only the rest were that simple to figure out....


Clarence sighed, grabbing a glass from a nearby tray and taking a sip, a cold drink to calm heated tension forming. He'd retain his composure as he always did... No need to live in constant fear of idle threats, after all... But maybe the lions den had been a bit more dastardly than he'd thought it to be initially. He'd have to wait for the players next move.

 

[DrCompton]

Tommy Compton

Tommy's eyes widened when Olive pressed herself up against him, but his smile never faded, "I didn't know you were so enthusiastic about dancing Olive, otherwise I would have asked you months ago." He winked as they moved together. The one thing Tommy hated about the last few years and the cultural revolution was the new dances. Tommy loved to have himself pressed up against his partner as they moved together. Olive, he figured, was the kind of girl who had all of the new "flapper" dances memorized. He would have been upset if she had pulled away, but at the same time, he knew he'd enjoy watching her dance if it came to that. Tommy took this opportunity to take a hold of one of her hands, and place his other on the her hip. "I hope you dont mind Ollie." He'd never called her Ollie before, and a quick thought of "Why did I just call her that?" passed through his head before he said, "Also you look good tonight, but that goes without saying." A second, more urgent thought of "Why the hell did I just say that!?" passed through his mind just then. But he wasn't lying. Sure, Tommy found other women attractive, and certainly there were prettier ones than Olive, but it was the way Olive presented herself that had made Tommy first fall the woman.
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@Bullet Tooth Tony

 

[Christopher Pyne MP]

"No, no we haven't." he said curtly, "My name is Ryan." he said, taking the other mans hand and shaking it "Ryan Watson, at your service." he said, he hoped that the Caretti man wouldn't smell the alcohol on his breath. "But you could call me Susan if that made you happy." he said with a small chuckle, he immediately cringed, he probably came off far too strong and stupid, but he wouldn't let the Caretti know at all. "May I come in mister Caretti?" he asked "Its awfully chilly out here, far more than my liking for the cold."

 

[SupremeCourtney]

Truth was, Olive wasn't much of a dancer. She didn't keep up with such things like current dancing and even music, she just liked what she liked and didn't try to be anything she wasn't. But to have an opportunity to be close with Tommy, who Olive must admit she admired a lot with his loyalty to her family, was one she wasn't gonna pass up. He just had to be willing to handle a girl like her. It wouldn't be like being with any he had before.


"Truth is, I got a serious case of two left feet. I'd much prefer us to be drinking or testing each other in a good fight...yet sadly our guests may not enjoy that. Wouldn't want you to bleed on my nice carpet, Tommy," she joked with a wink. But her playfulness subsided for a moment, her breath catching in her throat as he placed his hand on her hip and took her gently. She'd never really had a guy be so tender with her. And to be honest, it moved her.


And with Tommy's dumb little nickname quip, for the first time in a long time, Olive blushed and laughed a genuinely innocent laugh and cleared her throat."Ollie is good, as long as I can give you a ridiculous nickname," she joked.

 

[Soviet Panda]

Dylan was were almost every mafia don was at that time of day while his greatest rival was throwing a party, in the study. He had shined his fourth pair of shoes that night, and was about to get started on the fifth when he heard it.


"Father?"


It sounded like his middle daughter, Maria. He had time for his children, always did. But some children got more time then others. But Maria got a fair amount. So, setting the pair of shoes aside, he got up, grunting and groaning as his knees protested to the sudden decision to move. But he managed, and was on his two feet in no time. "Study!" he shouted out the door before pacing around the room to ease the pain away from his knees.