Realistic or Modern Mafia Wars

[Angst]

:Lorenzo:



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Lorenzo kept his head down, eyes fixated on the floor as he was forced to endure his father's scolding. The gun which he had so eagerly been holding out for all to see only moments before hung down by his side, as if he were trying to hide it behind himself. A pointless gesture for sure; he was almost certain that his father knew that it was he who had fired the shots.





"Just keep yelling, why don't you..." he grumbled under his breath, barely loud enough for anyone else to even hear. It wasn't as if he hadn't already realized his mistake, of course, and he knew that his father was rightfully angry. How the hell had he forgotten that Rose was in the house? Furthermore, why on earth had he allowed Mia to convince him to shoot off a gun in the middle of their dining room, especially while they had guests over? He was a right idiot, a damn fool, and he was pissed at himself - and that damned Varenzo, whom he made a mental note to deal with on a later date - more than anything else. But that didn't change the fact that it was in his basic nature to argue, and hearing the condemning words from his father's own mouth only made things more difficult.


A pointed glare from the Don at the mention of the hole in the wall confirmed Lorenzo's earlier suspicions that his father already knew of his guilt, and the command for everyone to move into his office made the dark cloud that was already hanging over his head grow even larger. The last thing he wanted was to be reprimanded even further. As the Don was greeted by one of his associates - When had Salvatore gotten back? - however, he sulkingly made his way to the study in accord with his father's demands.

 

[Lightning Quick]

Clarence arrived home, lingering in the seat he'd been in for a few moments as they approached the house in the woods. The varenzo estate was kept private by being buried in a thick path of trees. Yet behind the foreboding wood lay the lavish home of his family. French classic decor and archetecture portrayed the beautiful elegance the family prided themselves upon. Devoted workers and hired hands kept it pristine to unknowing eyes and those who didn't know of his family's true motives and life style.


How painful to keep up such appearances... It almost mildly disturbed him how well they all played. How easy it was to fool an untrained eye in this day and age... Fixing his jacket, he went in with his classic smile and confident stride. As much as he hated his skill, he played the role too well to quit. "Father! I'm home!" He called up into the home as he stepped inside and removed his hat. Probably in his study... He moved to go upstairs. His sister and brother, along with his father and another young man sat inside. "Hello father." He nodded to the Don, always addressing him first. "Hello skip, Maria..." He looked at the standing gentleman. "I'm sorry, you seem familiar... Do I know you?" He raised an eyebrow. This stranger seemed so similar to someone he knew...


@Dakup @Lost Valentine @Beowulf @Quiet Is Violent

 

[Dak]

Richard gave a little smirk. He figured that his older brother would of forgot him. Hell he was a way for five years, so it was easy to say that Richard would have been forgotten. "Come now brother, I thought you were good with people, and you never forgot a face... But it looks like you forgot your own brothers face... It's me Richard, your brother." He said as he leaned against the fireplace. He took a sip from the water that his brother Skip had broughten him. "I mean granted I have been a way for a few years so it's easy to forget, but that's still no excuse."

 

[Lightning Quick]

Clarence's face lit up in recognition. "Lord, Richard, you never wrote! God, you've grown up!" He moved to pat his brother's shoulder "you needed to send word or something. You were missed around here, I'll tell you. Where have you been for all this time?" He looked at his once childish little brother. He'd grown into a fine varenzo man. He'd almost say older than his years. Probably a heart breaker by now. "Why come back after so long? Decided you missed my beautiful face?" He joked with a coy smirk.


@Dakup

 

[kou]

°Mia Venucitti°

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Mia blanched as Antonio scolded them, recoiling in fear. Truth be told, she still respected the man and his wishes deeply and would always hold his values close to her heart however she knew exactly what his capabilities were and this had been her fault. She glided alongside Lorenzo, her eyes straight ahead as they made their way towards the study before she deemed to speak, her voice wavered slightly and she withheld the urge to hug him due to her simple-minded foolishness.

"For what it is worth, I apologize Lorenzo and I will inform him that this was due to me and you were influenced by my actions..I am so sorry, I was just concerned about your well-being out there when you're alone and there's no one to protect you however I possibly should've suggested we go outside for such events...once more, I promise that I shall make it up to you." She placed a frail hand upon his shoulder and gripped it gently before letting it fall to her side, her head lowering.

@NimbusTheCat

 

[Angst]

:Lorenzo:



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"You'll do no such thing!" Lorenzo snapped back at Mia as he halted in front of the study door and turned to face her, a bit more harshly than was probably appropriate. But his frustration was mounting, and he had to release all of that pent-up aggression somehow. "How do you think it would make me look if I let you take the fall for something that was half caused by my own stupidity?"





That she said she was worried for him was vaguely irritating as well. She didn't think that he, the youngest son of Antonio Caretti, could take care of himself? However, though he was uneager to admit it, the episode with the Varenzo only moments before more than validated her concerns. And she was his friend, after all. Didn't that make it her obligation to care what happened to him? At this realization, his face softened, if only slightly, and he felt even more foolish than before for his anger. Still, he continued on with his lecture.





"The Don expects this kind of bullshit from me. I'll get off with another scolding and a slap on the wrist, most likely. But you...he expects more from you, ok? Don't go blowing it over something dumb like this."





Although she was looking down at the floor, he trained his gaze on Mia, a scowl written across his features. If there was on thing - well, among many others - that got on his last nerve, it was when good people apologized when they had nothing to apologize for. And though he knew that his father's threats had probably been empty ones, seeing as he obviously saw Mia as an extension of the family, he couldn't help but be a bit worried for her. After all, what were friends for? Not that he'd ever tell her that.


@Annabella

 

[kou]

°Mia Venucitti°

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Most people neglected to recognize it but Lorenzo was quite mature when he felt the need to be which was one concern that was politely removed from Mia's shoulders. She had always considered him an odd but close companion and that would never change should something happen that was not in their favor, she knew the mask he slipped on daily and he knew of the demons which haunted her often. They were both expected to be something daily and it was comforting to know that Lorenzo would not be angry for her measly mistakes, she would do right by him if anything. She considered the mysterious aura which seemed to radiate from Clarence, he had been quite threatening in the presence of others and Mia couldn't help but feel saddened at how she had rudely treated him, it would not do to have that happen once more and it wouldn't. She was going to go about this the accurate way and she was going to assist Lorenzo with the necessary precautions, if she should happen to ascend from this world whether from old age or murder then she knew who she could trust with this job. Unless, of course, Lorenzo did not wish to don the night terrors and deadly hallucinations that came along with it and Mia would gladly allow him to follow his own path should he choose. She leaned against the doorway they were standing in, willing herself to look up and feeling slightly startled by the scowl which served to make Lorenzo look older then he actually was.

"If you continue to look like that, I believe you might give the others a heart attack from fright.. nevertheless, I am proud of you Lorenzo and I trust you which is something most would consider to be foolish but fuck what they believe..you and the Caretti's are my priority, if something should ever happen to me then it would be you I would want this job to go to..if your father would allow it and you had no reservations."

@NimbusTheCat

 

[Quiet Is Violent]

Skip puts down the tray and nods a hello at his brother before stepping out. He's really not needed now. He goes up the stairs to his room, shutting the door as quietly as possible, and sits down on his bed with his sketchbook. One of Skip's many skills would be fading into the background, which he did marvelously well, he believes. No one will look for him while he has his head in a book. Then again, not many people would look for him.

 

[SandraDeelightful]

Rose jumped when she heard the gunshot and let out a small scream. She was a bit shocked when Leonor and Gene led her upstairs, but she did not protest, knowing that they had her best interests in mind.

 

[Dak]

Richard looked at his brother. "Why would I want to see such a repulsive face again.... I've served my time serving the country. Now I think it's time I come home for good." He said as he took a sip from his drink that his brother had brought him. "You know what my homecoming needs. A party... Think your brother and son has come home in perfect health. We need to have a party to celebrate my return." Richard said as he lit up a cigar."

 

[Lightning Quick]

Clarence chuckled "leave it to you to never loose that same old sass." He smiled with that personal grin and his eyes flashed with their own personal brand of mischief. He wouldn't say that he hid his motives around his family. He knew quiet well that they knew he wasn't one to do anything without ulterior motives. Even the slightest nod had a reason as far as he was concerned. Yet it seemed that Richard was one of the few that knew every cue and code about him. Every tick carefully concentrated and focused. Richard could read him, more than anyone. Yet, even then, Clarence would never give away all his secrets all at once. The party sounded interesting. Maybe he'd even invite that spider from the evening's festivities... "I'd love that. Who knows, maybe we'll find you a dame... For once." He smirked "after all, what girl doesn't love a man in uniform? You'll need one if you're gonna get into the business in the future." It seemed all the men in the family would have at least one girl on their arms at all times. Traditional like that, if that were the only way they stuck to it.


@Dakup

 

[Dak]

Richard looked at his brother. "If I recall you had to have me help you with... What was her name... Carol whatshername... Anyway I bet I could get one better and faster then you." He said looking at his brother.


He looked to his father. "What do you say? Can we throw a party in my homecoming?"

 

[Soviet Panda]

The Don sat there. He was glad to have a som home, truly he was. But he was also a man of buisness. The costs for the drinks alone was rather ludicrous. Thanks to the Probibition. Don't even get him started on the food and extra staff he would hire. But that party could also be full of opportunities. His rival may have a few in power, but a large web can be broken in one place and still catch many flies. And with him the spider, he will not go hungry.


"We'll throw a party!" he roared, joy on his face at the return of his son. A soft exterior, like butter, but a hard interior of steel. Buisness like his did that to a man. "I have people to phone favors to call in. But I'll get it done. You can do some of my work for me." he said, pointing between the two boys. "And bring Skip woth you. I'm thinking of putting him with the 'Fixer'." Fixer was a name he gave to his head assassin, they fixed all of his major problems anyway. "Now get to bed, all of you. Got an early day ahead of us."

 

[Lightning Quick]

Clarence nodded his head in response to the request. "Yes, father. If you'd be so kind as to leave me in charge of the guest list. It would mean a great deal to me. Besides, I know which relations could use some... Say, sprucing up. Especially with who I saw at Don Caretti's this evening. Allow me to take charge of that much." He smiled kindly and offered no reason as to why this wouldn't be a wise decision on the part of his Don father.


@Beowulf

 

[Soviet Panda]

Dylan gave him a fond, knowing smile. "Now, you know I cannot do that. You may be my heir, but I'm still alive." he said. "Now off with you. We all have things planned for tomorrow, and I would like to have an early start." With that said, he grabbed the shoes he had originally been polishing, and returned them to their proper place. "Good night."

 

[Lightning Quick]

Clarence's brow furrowed for a brief moment. Not the answer he'd been hoping for, he wouldn't deny it. It was a set back for his intention of getting the spider to come. The last thing he needed was the don breathing down his neck as to why he wanted an enemy assassin at their celebration. A problem for tomorrow, he determined. He smiled at his father. "Good night." He said and left as instructed. The moment he'd left, the mask fell. Annoyance stained stoic features to a flushed furry. The cumulation of the evenings events soured his mood. Damn the Caretti's young son... Damn the insufferable sisters... He'd ensure each found the fates they deserved. He would swear on it.


@Beowulf

 

[Quiet Is Violent]

Skip heard people going to bed and stuck his head out of his room. Clarence looks pissed. It takes all of Skip's courage just to ask, "Are you alright?" Skip looks down immediately, his cheeks coloring bright. Just three words makes him flustered. He has to get better at socializing.


@Lightning Quick

 

[Lightning Quick]

Clarence looked back, eyes blazing for only a moment before cooling at the sight of his youngest brother. "I'm fine, skip. Thank you. Just some choices I wish would've been made with more care tonight, that's all." He reached over and rubbed his kid brothers hair. For as much crap as they gave him, skip wasn't a bad kid. Slightly antisocial and awkward, but not bad. He tried and that's all Clarence could ask. "How are you?" He smiled slowly


@Quiet Is Violent

 

[Quiet Is Violent]

Skip smiles. "I'm a'ight, I guess." Of his siblings, Skip likes Clarence the best by far. He doesn't talk to his sisters much, and his other brother... well, Skip doesn't remember him much. "You know, some bad choices are actually good! Well, depending on what the choice is." Skip bites his tongue to stop himself from rambling. "It's not my place to say that. Sorry."


@Lightning Quick

 

[Lightning Quick]

"Nah, don't say that. I think your opinion means the world, skip." He smiled once more. His eyes trailed the halls, then went back to skip. His words fell to a hush, more quiet so only the two and the wall could hear. "I think the choices that are the worst for us are the best ones." He smirked "I met a girl who fits that better than anyone this evening... A fine doll, really. You'd like her, she's your style. Hoping to invite her tomorrow evening, if I can get your help to get out long enough to get her..."


@Quiet Is Violent

 

[Quiet Is Violent]

"A girl?" Skip smiles slightly mischeiviosly. "What exactly constitutes a girl being my type? And exactly how long would I have to be out?" Skip's voice is not above a breath, feeling the need to match Clarence's sense of secrecy.


@Lightning Quick

 

[Lightning Quick]

"She's your speed, keeping her eyes on the prize, really. Very straightforward. She's not for you, but she's one you'd like hanging around" he nodded. It was difficult to describe her, that infamous spider, in only so many words.


@Quiet Is Violent

 

[Quiet Is Violent]

Skip nods also. "I look forward to meeting her." He mutters. "Thanks. And good night." Then Skip hides back in his room, and buries his face in a book as he normally does. A friend? DId Clarence propose Skip to meet a girl to be friends with? Clarence knows Skip's track record with friends, right? That is, he's never had a friend for long.


@Lightning Quick