Realistic or Modern Mafia Wars

[SandraDeelightful]

Rose beamed when Gene said Freddie wanted to dance with her. She grunted as Leonor pushed her into him.


"D-do y-you w-want to, Fr-Freddie?" Rose asked hopefully.


Rose looked up at him with a smiling face, her eyes sparkling and full of hope. She dearly hoped that he wanted to dance with her, but she was afraid he would say no since he would be afraid of her father. she was expecting him to say no, but she just couldn't brink herself to frown, as she could never stop smiling at the prospect of dancing.

 

[Quiet Is Violent]

Skip sat on his bed, looking over the diagram in his hands. He swiped it from the library the other day. It's a diagram of the solar system, but not a particularly detailed one. It only showed the theory of a spiral galaxy, not the actual make up of one. He knows there had to be more to it. After all, if you look at the solar system, you can detect a pattern. The hotter an object gets the more central it becomes. The coldest planets are on the outskirts of the solar system. The sun is at the center. So what can be hotter than the sun? He knows that the sun's surface is 9,941 degrees Fahrenheit, but he can't figure out what can be hotter than burning gas. Burning plasma? Can plasma burn?


Skip writes 'burning plasma center' in a journal and puts away the diagram. He should find someone to talk to this about. But not his father. His father is great, but science is not the field that interests him. But Skip knows that weapons might just interest him. Which is why he found that diagram. He was digging up a new model of pistol he was working on a few days ago. It got buried in his other interesting artifacts. He goes back to digging through the mess under his bed and comes up with the model. It's a recoil-operated, 9mm Parabellum-chambered firearm utilizing a locked-breech design. It carries a eight-round cartridge. It was a compilation of many different semi-automatic pistols he had found in books in his room. Making it was difficult but possible.


After a few minutes of tweaking, Skip decides to show his father the new design. It would be the only one in operation, completely unique for his father. Hopefully he likes it. Skip isn't a kiss up. He just likes showing off. Skip puts on his tan vest before going downstairs to find his father, holding the gun in his left hand. "Father!" He calls, standing at the bottom of the steps.


@Beowulf

 

[kou]

|Mia Venucitti|

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Mia glided across the room towards a seat which was adjacent from a couple who apparently could not keep their hands to their proper places. Mia had always despised the clingy and physically motivated people, Clarence's tactic of seduction had succeeded in digging under her flesh and she cringed inwardly at the thought of it ever occurring again. She had made sure to stray away from any expression of affection and so far, it had worked in her favour.

 

[Lightning Quick]

Clarence was observant. Observant enough to notice when a situation was going to arise, even if it were minor... Such as the drunk who'd stumbled upon the Caretti door. The don seemed to have him covered and Vince appeared just as bored as he'd become as soon as his time with Mia had ended. He approached the younger male, two drinks in hand.


"I've seen some wallflowers in my day, but the look in your eye makes you the saddest one I've seen." He said smoothly, handing him the second glass. Whether he drank it or not was no concern of him, but it was an offering of peace for the moment.


@TheStoicist

 

[TheStoicist]

Vince turned away from his father and Mr. Watson to acknowledge Clarence, he had just been about to approach the other man. Obviously they were of a like mind for the night.


Vince easily accepted the drink and didn't skip a beat as he chuckled wryly and replied as casually as one might expected from someone of Vince's disposition,


"You wouldn't be the first to say something of that nature." He took a short sip from the gifted glass and his father's words were recalled to mind, but he knew he wouldn't get drunk, or even buzzed really, off one glass.


"I'm contented with keeping to myself either way, I try not to ruin the fun of others. Though I assume you're of a different nature?" Vince was well-acquainted with Clarence's type, they weren't in short supply in the world they lived in. Outwardly charming, inwardly cunning, always highly ambitious, believing the only way to achieve said ambitions was to claw their way to the top, tooth and nail, surrounding themselves with influential people to use as steps on their way up. Their goals were purely their own. Of course, Vince could see, Clarence was a bit different, with the adequate ability and skill to achieve his high ambitions, as well as suitable social standing. And Vince somewhat admired this, he was not so daring himself, in fact Vince was never one with a hunger for power or money or even for anything more than what he possessed for himself, he had a more simple, mild nature. And perhaps if it were not for his loyalty to his father and family, he would have left for a normal, calm life of honest work long ago. Perhaps he would've been a salesman or maybe a school-teacher, something mundane. But he would never know that, because loyalty, up-bringing, and sense of duty gave him an astounding amount courage, Vince could do anything required of him, wether that be carrying out the torture of a rival or playing social and political games. He would spin himself into a web of lies and blood if it meant the protection and happiness of those he held in high-esteem.


@Lightning Quick

 

[Lightning Quick]

Vince was an enigma. His presence, his air of mystery, and Clarence's inability to get a clear reading off of him screamed that. His smile, his posture, his relaxed nature all screamed he was honest and open, yet his eyes... Cold puts with frozen truth of mistrust. It was as if both men knew the other's moves before the other could make it, yet neither wanted to push the other back to the hole from which they'd come. It was cat and mouse without the claws or actual fear for their lives.


He smiled warmly at his counterpart. Both were to be the heirs of their respective families. Both were of equal bounds. It was only fair to continue their chat with up front honesty.... For now. "I enjoy seeing the joy in others. Other people's emotions seem more fulfilling than my own, some days. It's why I focus on socialization. Easier to see them up close and personal" he shrugged.


@TheStoicist

 

[not here anymore]

Carmen kept tapping her toes, singing softly to the song to herself "I'm begging you please... I need your love" she sang, her voice was smooth as silk and as sweet as sugar. She kept reading her book "Dum dee dum dum" she s\kept singing. She blew a wisp of her crimson hair out of her face. About 10 minutes later she finished the book "So both die in the end... How said" she shrugged then went up to her room to grabbed a new book. Honestly, Carmen only acted like some of snob because she doesn't want people to see the real Carmen... A smart, book loving girl. Instead she acts like a snob and sometimes like a slut just to hide her real personality. She does feel depress at times but she would never commit suicide, especially if Rose found out she would be devastated

 

[kou]

|Mia Venucitti|

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Mia would be lying if she said she wasn't wary of the conference between both Clarence Varenzo and Vince, they were both opposing but powerful forces and even their gait carried a certain swagger of elegance and self-assurance. They both fully acknowledged their position in life and used it to their advantage, Mia had seen this often in most men but she was somehow alarmed by the confidence both of them exuded. She knew that if these two were to whisk away their civilities with each other, there would be death and destruction on both sides and manipulation would play into this. She only hoped both of them kept their enemies closer.

 

[Arya Price]

Upon seeing her face, Freddie knew he couldn't say no. She looked like a kitten who wanted to be let out from the rain.


"Yes, Rose," said Freddie. "Would you like to dance."


Freddie offered his arm. He hoped Don Caretti wouldn't be too mad at him for doing so. He just couldn't let Rose stand there, upset at not getting to have as much fun as anyone else.

 

[not here anymore]

Carmen smiled as she saw Rosie being offered to dance "Aww! The lucky darling" she gushed. Then frowned a memory revealed inside her head ~ It was nearly Christmas eve as Carmen stood inside a phone booth on a raining day. The phone held up to her ear as black runny mascara ran down her cheeks "I'm sorry Carmen but I found someone else and we weren't working out" the male said "Alex, please don't" Carmen plead "It's Christmas and it's suppose to be happy" she winced, she felt her heart breaking "Bye Carmen" Alex said then hanged up on her. She stared to sob and wrapped her coat around her body and walked home. She stayed in her room for a week, sobbing about Alex~ Carmen blinked, then making sure Rose wasn't going to get hurt like she did

 

[SandraDeelightful]

"Y-yes," said Rose happily taking his arm.


She practically dragged him onto the dance floor, she was so excited. She realized she had probably made a fool of herself by running onto the dance floor like that.


"I, I'm s-sorry," Rose stuttered, looking down at her pink satin heals.

 

[not here anymore]

Carmen walked to where Rose can see her "Just relax and have fun" she mouthed, smiling softly "You too make a cute couple" she mouthed again, teasing then ran off to where the band was. She got up as the band was playing the wrong song. They reluctantly let her up and let her use the microphone "Alright gentlemen, time to bring your lovely little ladies to the floor" she smirked then the band started to play a soft jazz song. She took a deep breathe and began to sing "I found myself dreaming, in silver and gold" she sang, she smiled at Rose then gave her a wink, she swayed as she sang. Hoping her father didn't mind


@Mia Moulop

 

[SandraDeelightful]

Rose smiled at her sister, before dancing with Freddie. She moved graceful and elegantly. Despite the fact that she rarely danced, she adored dancing. She had Leonor teach her a few dance moves. She wasn't the best dancer, yet she wasn't the worst. She looked lovely as her robe de style jutted from side to side with each move Rose made.

 

[not here anymore]

'I'm gonna love you like I'm going to lose you!" she sang, holding the note as the band continued to play. She kept her eyes on Rose as she dance. The band began to soften until the piano just played with Carmen's voice "I'm gonna love you, like I'm going to lose. Like I'm saying goodbye" she held the note as the rest of the instrument began again. Carmen kept swaying as she moved a wisp of hair out of her face, flashing grins at everyone

 

[TheStoicist]

"I think I may understand your sentiment to some extent." If these words had been spoken to anyone else, perhaps Vince would have let his face soften for a moment, but even if the two young men conversing was the picture of civility to ignorant eyes, Vince knew that a slumbering beast lie below the illusion of calm waters. All that Vince allowed Clarence was a slightly distant look glazing over isolated, unrevealing eyes, a look which would be missed if one blinked another, and a more expected and lasting smile.


"Well. To each his own, no?" Vince nodded, his familiar polite smile still flashing easily with the words he spoke,


"Ah, either way, how're your siblings and parents doing? I haven't been able to see any of them lately, regrettably." And the selective irony of this statement may have been enough to make any knowing spectator laugh. It was not at all regrettable that Vince hadn't met up with any of the direct Varenzo family lately, and both of the men knew it, had he met up with anyone other than Clarence under any other circumstance, the situation would almost undoubtedly end in blood split on both sides.


Yet since they were at a high-class gathering and Clarence was not his father or one of his more volatile siblings, though from what he heard and saw Vince sometimes wondered if Clarence really was calmer than his sister, the other man was explosive in his own right, as were all of the Varenzo line, Vince left things peaceful, fully aware that the truce of the situation was a precarious thing balanced dangerously between himself and Clarence.

 

[Lightning Quick]

Clarence walked with Vince, hoping to get him to a more open area, fresh air would keep things natural and clean. He decided on a back deck where he perched himself against the railings leading to a beautiful back yard, just as nice (if not nicer) than the front. The evening air permitted the haze the indoors had clouded over the male, opening his eyes and mind to the beautiful night sky before him. The Stars dazzled, catching his eyes in breath taking simplistic beauty. He smiled, as if pondering the situation as if it were a fond memory. His siblings... What a bunch they were.


"They're fine, stepping into the world one pace at a time. Skip is his usual inquisitive self. Can't keep his head out of the books long enough to converse with somedays." He sighed, sipping his drink as he thought about his brothers insane fixation on the human circulatory system and blood. "Elsie is still doing her best to be the girl she wishes to be rather than father wishes her to be. I think we both know where that's going." He was by no means clueless to his sisters antics on the streets as the menacing Minnie.


"Maria has grown into quite the young lady, finally getting out of the rebellious phase. She'll be a fine woman... If she'll get that far." He joked. The way she carries herself to guests and father was one thing, but to him and the others... She was faster to crack a remark than a whip. A good trait in the world... If she knew when to use it. "I don't need to say much about father to you, I don't believe. Hell, you might know more about his plans than I do with how you keep yourself informed." He twirled his drink in his glass than took a swig. He never underestimated this man's ability to obtain information held in a so called 'secret' fashion. Nothing was a secret for long in the dirty games they played. He chuckled softly "I fear I've only talked about myself. How are yours? Rose is looking well, growing into a fine young lady. As are the rest of your sisters. How has it been?" He averted the subject quickly, as not to linger. He made no mood to offer information on himself first. Let that be subject to questioning later, really.


@TheStoicist

 

[TheStoicist]

Vince was glad for the change of scenery, and felt quite refreshed by the night air. Yes, summer was still lingering in the city, clinging to the earth as if to stay for only a moment longer before autumn gripped the world and people forgot the warmth and freedom of summer months, but nights gave way to cool breezes and light air. He wasn't always one to enjoy the atmosphere of such parties either, as Rosie so clearly was enjoying herself. A thing for which Vince internally thank Freddie, Gene, and Leonor. He himself, likewise to Clarence, let his posture go a little and leaned against the banister of the grand stone porch, giving appearance of relaxation as he nodded and smiled along with the older man's tellings of his family, chuckling at the comment about Elsie, he knew very well her independent activities of late, it admittedly had caused him a bit of trouble on a few occasions, his expression was more fond than his previous smiles, because siblings were a subject of a fonder nature.


Vince shifted his arms a bit as he shook his head and answered Clarence, ignoring the mention of him knowing more of Don Varenzo's plans, it was true, Vince prided himself in his many connections and knowing of all happenings of note, and at times not of note, is his father's city, but he was sure Clarence was just bluffing, there was no way the other didn't know most of his father's intentions, or at least more than Vince, Clarence was simply trying to divert from the subject, as Vince had mostly expected, so Vince would not pursue the matter any further, he didn't wish to strain the conversation, the two were just testing the waters between them, there was no need for blood or rudeness.


"I don't mind conversation about solely yourself, you are a far more interesting man than myself. But if you're asking, I'm inclined to let you know all of my sisters doing very well lately.


Olive is as free-spirited as usual, she does what she likes and I'm far past trying to convince her otherwise, I'm sure you have some understanding of this." Each Caretti sibling was known somehow. Olive the independent elder daughter with a wild-streak and a sense of her own. Vincenzo the proper heir, always straight-backed and smiling with an arsenal of small talk subjects.


Carmen the unpredictable middle child, always keeping an honestly easy attitude and cheerful. And Rose the innocent charmer, sweet and untouched, greatly admired by many, including each one of her older siblings. Vince continued,


"Carmen is growing into herself still, but she's as cheerful and whimsical as she has always been. All are interested to see who she will grow to be.


And Rose, as I'm sure you're informed of, is doing wonderfully, she is the baby of the family. I'm sure you have similar feelings about your youngest sibling." Vince didn't give up anything that Clarence didn't already know or was boys to be particularly interested in. And Vince made sure to only answer the question and opting not to continue pressing the conversation himself, allowing for Clarence to direct the surface situation for a moment, interested in seeing what was on Clarence's mind tonight. After all this was to be a learning experience, he would try to figure out the other at least a bit before the night was over. How his mind worked, what he valued and what to mind in conversation when it was led up to him.

 

[Lightning Quick]

Vince wasn't the fool Clarence was worried he'd become. With calculated thoughts, a well planned dialogue, and executed with not so much as a hint to his true feelings about the situation. A formidable opponent in the field of questions he'd set them upon.


But where to take the conversation now? Not to himself until Vince was asking the questions. He didn't dare to offer information when he wouldn't give more than the Caretti needed to know. Extra information on anyone was additional power over them, something the Varenzo didn't need at the moment. But to carry the conversation about work would be a dull circle of chasing tails that you could never catch. Neither would relinquish anything more than a nod or a slight denial of intentions both knew to be true. What was the point? Maybe he could peak into the others head... Get a look around at the emotions he held to their current situation and, hopefully, give the reigns to him to see how he handled it. Seeing people up close was the best way to observe them, after all.


"Wonderful party tonight. I only wish the Varenzo's held ones like these. It'd make the world quite a lot less boring. I know you said you weren't one to be social, but I imagine you could appreciate the intent, couldn't you? Mia and myself talked about it actually. What a curious girl she is, a nice catch. I had almost hoped to get her. Sadly, she's stead fast to be loyal to you and your family. A crying shame" he said with half hearted sarcasm. He was sure the other picked up on it, but there wasn't much to read that wasn't displayed on the dance floor already.


@TheStoicist

 

[Arya Price]

"You're a wonderful dancer, Rose," said Freddie as he spun her around. He was honest, too. He thought Rose moved so gracefully, and that her feet hardly touched the floor. She looked so radiant and so happy that she was dancing. His fear about Don Caretti seeing them almost subsided. He was happy that he made the woman he admired from afar so happy. She was such a lovely young woman, in his opinion. In most people's opinion. She was hard to get mad at and harder to stay mad at. The only reason Freddie wasnt surprised there weren't men at her doorstep and asking for her hand, was because of her father.

 

[Soviet Panda]

Dylan heard Skip yelling for him while he was in the study. He was one of his more favorite children. The biggest reason for this was because Skip would do just about anything he said. Loyal, but not the sharpest tool in the shed. That's one of the reasons Skip would not make it as the Don. For all the good about him, he was a follower down to the core.


"One second, darling." he told Maria ((@Lost Valentine)) before walking once more to the door and shouting out it the same word he did last time. "Study!" That said and done, he continues to work on his knees, which weren't aching at all by now but he needed something to do. He isn't one to stand still for long.

 

[Quiet Is Violent]

Skip hears his father yell that he is in the study and bites his lip. Now is not the time to bother him then. When he is in the study he is planning, and he shouldn't be concerned with trivial things like a new kind of gun Skip was working on. But still, he doubts his father would like to be called and then ignored. So despite Skip's better judgement he walks over to the entrance of the study.


Skip sees his sister and his father and knows right then that he should go back to his room. He knows he can't remember her name. He knows her and he knows her face and he knows who she is, but he can't remember her name. Despite his amazing memory, he can't remember names. Not even his own sometimes. "Oh, um. Never mind. It's not that important." Skip casually steps back, towards the staircase. He shouldn't have called for his father. He shouldn't bother his father with such trivial things. "If you need me I'll be in my room." He mumbles, waiting to be dismissed.

 

[SupremeCourtney]

"Blushing? Oh no...it's just the heat, I swear," Olive joked, about to say more until she spun and saw Mia dancing with Clarence, her eyebrow raising in confusion as the dancing couple soon parted and went separate ways. If she hadn't known Mia as well as she did, she would've thought the girl was doing something awfully fishy. However, she knew that whatever reason Mia had for putting up with the Varenzo, it must be a good one. But Olive's palm would've been less concerned about holding that partner and more inclined to grab at her knife.


"Mia and the Varenzo seem to be getting along swimmingly," she said to Tommy, smiling wider as he caressed her hand. Man, was he handsome. He might even beat out the guy she'd woke up a bit ago. But what price would she pay for starting to develop a relationship with Tommy? If he started catching some feelings, he might start going behind her and telling her father not to send her on more dangerous missions. But in reality, Olive lived for the action. The fast beating of her heart, the thrill of the chase, all of it. She wasn't like Rose, amused by being indoors and safe. Yet having an actual boyfriend, someone who worried for her safety, was something she wasn't sure she could deal with. Her smile faded a bit.


"I...I need to go for a bit," she sighed, not meeting Tommy's gaze as she let her hands fall out of his grasp as she made her way across the dance floor and out into the hallway.

 

[SandraDeelightful]

Rose blushed, her cheeks turning bright red, as Freddie told her she was a wonderful dancer, and she giggled when he spun her. She was glad she was able to have fun tonight and that she had actually gotten to dance. She was sure that she would have stayed on the sidelines watching people dance and have fun and she was sure she would not have been asked to dance at all. But now, she was enjoying herself immensely.

 

[DrCompton]

Tommy Compton

Tommy grinned, "I asked Mia to watch Varenzo for the family, I didn't like the way he approached Rose. But... They seem a little closer than needed." He too watched Mia and Varenzo split apart from each other, and both parties seemed rather sad. Tommy on the other hand was happy, still smiling he turned back to Olive. Nothing was going to ruin this moment, everything seemed so perfect. The girl of his dreams was with him, laughing, smiling, and the two seemed to go together like a couple should.

Then it all came crashing down.


First it was her smile. It was there one moment, then suddenly gone the next. Tommy cocked his head to the side, he looked confused. Why had her smile left that beautiful face? What it his thumb? He stopped stroking her hand, but it was too late. He felt her hand pull away from his and then her hip left his other. Her eyes wouldn't find his. Tommy wanted to do nothing more than to grab Olive there, to kiss her, to let her know how he felt, to tell her that he would protect her. He did nothing. He stood there, he watched her leave the room and go into the hall way. He stood there like a fool, then his hands slid into his pocket. His normally soft features became stern and he turned abruptly the other way toward the door. He'd made a fool of himself, he was sure people had seen the way Olive had abruptly left his hold, he knew he'd lose face with the family, especially if Vince, or worse, Don Caretti, saw anything.




Antonio Caretti

Antonio smiled, "Of course Mr.Watson! Im so sorry!" Antonio pulled Ryan into the parlor, "Please, come in, have a drink relax. Im not sure how long my business will take tonight, but I do promise I will speak to you before I retired for the night? But I must excuse myself from your company from now." Antonio turned and saw his Olive walking away from a very stunned looking Tommy. He'd seen the look on Tommy's face before, "God damn kids and their love." He made his way to intercept Tommy, and pressed his hand into Tommy's chest. He saw Tommy's initial reaction was to move his hand toward Antonio's own, then he realized that wasn't Tommy's move at all after a moment. He looked at Tommy's eyes, "I dont know what your issue is Tommy but I need you to put your head back on and stay. Vince must have not gotten to you yet, but I plan to bring Freddie into the circle. You're going to be there and so is Olive, is that an issue?"

Tommy Compton

The way Tommy felt wasn't entirely unknown to him, but he'd only felt this hurt, this anger, only once before. He experienced it when he'd first come back from The War and his father had been murdered. The nightmares he'd been having from his time in The Trenches, which were made worse during the weeks following his father's death. The only thing that had seemed to keep Tommy from going over the edge was Caretti using Tommy has a hand of vengeance, both settling Caretti's and Tommy's own desire for revenge. He remembered the feeling well, and was shocked at himself when he realized he was like this again because of Olive.

When a man had put his hand on Tommy's chest, his hand moved before he could think. For a brief moment, Tommy didn't care that Caretti would have been furious with Tommy for killing whoever it was that made the mistake of stopping Tommy. But then he stopped. He recognized the rings on the hand, then quickly looked up into Caretti's face, and quickly lowered. He accepted Caretti's harsh tone, and only stared at the ground. Then he mentioned Olive, so Caretti had seen the episode on the dance floor. Tommy looked back up, into Caretti's eyes, "No, Sir. Im sorry I.. Im sorry I wasn't thinking, that won't happen again. However, I will head to the study now." Tommy nodded and left Caretti's side and walked down the hall into the study.



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@Bullet Tooth Tony

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[Christopher Pyne MP]

Ryan nodded, "Well, would you kindly point out where the beverages are this evening sir?" he asked, admiring the halls of the manor. It was the biggest, and fanciest house Ryan had ever been in, "And I must say sir, this is a beautiful home you have here." he said, swallowing a little. He felt quite anxious right now and didn't want to be subjected to total and utter failure.