New Model City

Kenny's heart stopped. Everything he thought he knew about Cullen flew out the window. Kin-killer. Kenny found the strength to get to his feet then, watching as the Don talked to Lorenzo. Then Lorenzo started to leave. Kenny felt pure anger bubble up inside him and he clenched his fists tightly. He wasn't ever one to start a fight, but right now he really wanted to. 


Clark. Kenny's attention flickered over to the Spider and he knew what he had to do. Kenny didn't hesitate to run up to Clark, "Sir, permission to help?" Kenny asked. He knew how to treat bullet wounds, and he knew that Clark needed treatment fast. His men were helping him into the car, but Kenny knew these men and knew he was smarter and more skilled than them. 


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Clark would finally manage to stand up, back laying on his car as he pressed his wound with one hand. His eyes still calm but with a spark of eagerness. "Mr Cullen, we shall meet again. Nevertheless, people will require someone to explain what happened. I can see Eliza lying about who provoke who, it's only a matter of time, it does has it flaws." he thought as his sight would only watch over his shoulder towards the woman his mind was thinking, "And Nestore, he is not the kind of man that will control its temper. But the Don. He will appreciate a man's word from pure honesty. I played my cards well, the only left to be told are the facts, and they are with me."


Kenny showed up before him, giving him the possibility to have medical treatment and have a look to the wound, Clark know well where it pass through, though he ignored any possible fatal damage to the tissue, he had an idea. Nevertheless, he wouldn't lend off a hand to aid him. The man smiled slightly, right hand reaching for Kenny as he showed the exposed wound, removing his coat away, "You are a good man. I just hope the wound is better than it feels..." "Another hole-scar to my collection. I will ensure to return, Mr Cullen, the favor." he continued to thought yet faking his content that someone was helping someone that actually has been shot.


But then Clark saw Alfonso reaching the compound, all together with the news that he couldn't have enough time to process. The order was clear, 'All inside' that meant Clark himself, regardless of what anyone had anything to say about it. "Help me." he whispered Kenny, beckoning with his head as if giving Kenny instructions to move forward and get inside the household. "Finally, a task. Mr Cullen out of the picture and a new man I can use." he will began to move forward, regardless of Kenny helping him or not.


The Spider maybe was creepy, maybe was a mysterious man... but no one could ever dare to question his loyalty to Don and the family. Even if his own goals are darker, he has some sense of respect.
 
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Kenny nodded when Clark gave permission to help. He tore off the sleeve of his shirt and pressed it firmly yet gently against Clark's wound. "It doesn't seem fatal, but it must hurt like a... It must hurt." Kenny had stopped himself from cursing. He didn't like cursing in front of his superiors. He kept the cloth pressed against the wound on both side, hoping to stay the bleeding at least a little bit.


Adolfo had told everyone to go inside, but Kenny had reasonably inferred that Clark and himself would be excused from that as Clark had a bullet in his shoulder. But Clark didn't seem to think so. "Sir, I don't think..." Kenny stopped himself. He was in no position to question his superiors. "Yes, sir." Kenny said softly. He helped Clark to his feet and inside. The questions in his head bounced around relentlessly, but only one escaped. "Sir, why did Mr. Cullen shoot you?"
 
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Clark searched for a seat where to rest as he would hear the news, the task, the mission... anything but reopen the fatality that Lorenzo committed in which some would call him guilty of such. But, of course, Kenny would like to know the true, how could he resist.


"There are many things I could say..." Clark thought as he reached for a story to create in order to misguide him, "But there isn't a way I can lure him under my veil and under my grip, I will pull the strings." The Spider found himself to do something he disliked, "Ahg... the true." he thought one last time as he sighed.


"Mr Cullen called me a snake." he grinned as his eyes tried to catch Kenny's sight, "You are soldato, Mr Torres. I am a Capo. People expect a man of respect for the charge... Yet people talk behind me; The Spider. Do you think I enjoy the name? That I wanted to achieve this reputation?" he whispered back to Kenny, soft voice and calm eyes. Yet the tone of his voice tried to fake a feeling of concern, "He provoked me and I- I couldn't stand idly and do nothing... not when I heard them laugh. So I provoke him back. The beast pushed me against the windshield of my car and then shoot me twice... though only one reached me." Clark remained quiet for a moment, instant brief moment as he thought through preparing the charade of his own emotions, "You tell me if I deserved this, Mr Torres. I am guilty of defend my honor."


"Hope he buys it..." he thought for a moment.   
 

Kenny was blind to Clark's charade. He only heard what Clark wanted to hear and believed it. He nodded sympathetically and helped Clark to find a seat. "Sir, you should see a doctor." Kenny said softly. He understood the hypocrisy of that statement. Kenny should  be seeing a doctor himself, but he refused to do so. "That wound could get infected if left untreated by a medical professional." 
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Eliza L. Marinello
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Eliza stood frozen, eyes wide with her hand covering her mouth, which was gaping in shock, as she watched the scene unfold. She had always known that Lorenzo had a violent side, that there was a part of himself he shielded her from. But this was the first time she'd ever seen it full on. She stumbled back a few steps when he pulled out a gun and aimed it at Clark. A scream rang out, and Eliza turned to the door as Nestore and the others rushed out. When Nestore began shouting at the two men, she looked back at Lorenzo. She knew the moment he made the decision to further damn himself. Three shots rang out. The first bullet missed its mark, but the second struck Clark's shoulder. The third disappeared into the sky. Eliza watched as Clark's men tackled Lorenzo to the ground, and the grave feeling in her stomach worsened when the door opened once more. Torres exited first, his eyes widening as he took in the scene before him, a look of betrayal and anger crossing his features when he looked at Lorenzo. Eliza felt her breath leave her when her father stopped beside the Capo and the feeling only got worse when he spoke. 
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She wanted to speak up. Tell everyone that Lorenzo's attack wasn't unprovoked. She wanted to stop her father from saying the words she knew would drive Lorenzo away. He wasn't the kind of man to stay somewhere he was no longer wanted. But she kept quiet. When he'd been released and had stood up, her father delivered his ultimatum and Eliza knew Lorenzo's choice before he even said the words. All she got was a fleeting glance before he turned and disappeared into the crowd. 
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Eliza dropped into the chair beside her, her hands landing in her lap as she attempted to comprehend everything that had happened that morning. How had things gone so wrong, so fast? Her reprieve was short lived as a young man appeared on the road in front of the house. She didn't have the strength to react when a vehicle came barreling up the road, sending the boy flying over the roof of the car to land on the ground behind it. His message flew right over her head when he stood up to deliver it. But when the passenger door of the vehicle opened and her brother stepped out with a water-logged coat in his hand, she managed a weak smile. Eliza turned her gaze to Clark's vehicle as Torres and the soldiers who worked the Spider helped the injured man to his feet and toward the door of the house. Rage and hatred made her blood boil. She knew the man would milk this for all it was worth, lie his way deeper into her family's organization. He knew Lorenzo's actions were not unprovoked, but she knew he wouldn't be honest about it. She had disliked him before, but she hated him with a passion now. 
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Eliza didn't follow as Nestore, the Don, Adolfo, and the other men who had come out the house ventured back inside. She wanted to be alone, and she definitely didn't want to be here. Slowly, she stood up, grabbing her purse from the table and removing her keys from it. Eliza stared into the crowded Italian Quarter across the street as she walked over to her car. Opening the door, she slid inside. Her tires squealed as she peeled from the curb and into the road. She hadn't been allowed to learn anything else in her life, so she taught herself to be a fantastic driver. She could drive with the best of them now. Eliza focused her thoughts on the road as she raced home.
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good god I had a lot to respond too XD
 
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Lorenzo Cullen
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He needed to get out of town. Nestore would send a search party to find him as soon as he could, and he wasn't to fond of meeting them. The walk to Downtown would take about 10 minutes, but his thoughts were soon interrupted as a car, driving as fast as a bulle flying from the barrel down the street, and after a second Lorenzo realized it was Elisa. Maybe she'd help him?
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Unlocking the door to his apartment, Lorenzo rushed inside, immediately going to his closet. Pulling out a leather dufflebag, he quickly began to stuff clothes inside. Once satisfied, he began to remove his own clothes, and change into a different outfit. Leaving his white shirt, he slid on a black tie, and changed his shoes to a brown pair of dress shoes he owned. Pulling on a gray trench coat to match his hat, he flipped the collars up to cover his face. Finally  stuffing ammo in the bag, Lorenzo laid his knife on the top, before zipping it shut. 
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Now walking down the street, Elisa's apartment was around 5 blocks away. Maybe he'd make it in time before the Don could send a guard.
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Eliza L. Marinello
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As fast as she was driving, it only took Eliza ten minutes to reach her apartment in Downtown. She pulled up to the curb and cut the ignition, jumping out of the car and locking it before heading into the building. She climbed the steps to her apartment on the second floor and unlocked the door before hearing inside. Once inside, Eliza dropped her purse and keys onto the end table in her living room and headed into the kitchen to pour herself a glass of wine. She had only taken a sip of it before the mornings events plagued her once more. All she could think about was the look in Lorenzo's eyes when he'd disappeared into the Quarter. Eliza downed the glass and poured another, heading into the living room and taking a seat on the sofa. She knew she only had maybe half an hour before her father or Nestore or Adolfo sent men to her apartment. They'd say they were just to guard her, but she knew that they would also be to keep Lorenzo away should he try to contact her.
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Lorenzo Cullen
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Arriving to the complex Elisa's apartment was in, Lorenzo quickly rushed up the flight of stairs. Lorenzo quickly reached the door, and stood staring at it as if it was a wall. Removing his hat, holding in his hand as he slowly raised his hand to knock. "Elisa.... I never wanted you to see that side of me. But it was inevitable, and i'd apologize for it but I can't control it... Plus I don't like to lie to you, like your parents do. I'd ask to be let in, but don't bother. If you want to help, get a go bag together and meet me at your car, if not.... Well i'll wait right here until your fathers men come." Sighing, Lorenzo slowly made his way back downstairs, and out into the cold. How fitting of weather. Leaning up against her car, he quickly lit a cigarette, something he'd needed after today's events.
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Clark shifted sight to all directions as he spoke, "I only need to clean the wound around and... burn the entrance and exit." he said with expertise, of course. The Spider never mentioned before he knew about this kind of things. He knows how to prepare bombs, weapons, explosion and now he also knows how to clear the wound and avoid more bleeding quickly to continue fighting. Regardless of the seize of the wound.


"I have a blade, big enough to cover the wound. I will seal both ends with fire and it will be done." he said, whispering as he didn't try to raise more attention. "I will need people behind me, secrets binds people. How about we share this... little -dirty- secret?" he thought for himself.
 
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Kenny frowned. He knew that Clark was right, but he didn't want him to be. He wanted Clark to just go to a doctor and get professional help. But Kenny didn't have a real say. "Yes, sir, but you really ought to get a doctor's attention on this. We need you, sir. We've lost a Capo today and we can't afford to lose another." Kenny went pale. He shouldn't have said any of that. "Sorry, sir, I was out of line," Kenny apologized quickly.  "How can I help?" The young soldier was obviously nervous. Youre acting like a mouse again  Kenny scolded himself. 


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Eliza L. Marinello
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Eliza had only been sitting for a few minutes before she heard a knock at her door. Immediately, she tensed, thinking it was her father's men, but all the tension melted from her body when Lorenzo's voice came from the other side of her door. Eliza jumped from the couch, setting her glass down on the table. She moved until she was standing right in front the door, one hand pressed against as she listened to his words. She could hear the hope in his voice. The hope that she would choose him. After his footsteps had receded, she took a moment to think. She knew her family would be terribly hurt if she were to aid a man who was deemed a kin-slayer to them, but Lorenzo was right. They'd been lying to her for the majority of her life, and they still did. Lorenzo, even with his violent side, had never lied to her. And he'd tried his hardest to protect her from the darker side of himself, which showed that he cared for her. Having made her decision, Eliza hurried into her bedroom. 
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Within minutes, she had a bag packed full of the things she'd decided to take with her. Standing in her doorway, coat pulled tight around her, she took a moment to make sure this was what she wanted to do, before closing and locking the door. She made her way down the ground floor and outside with a smile on her face. When she saw Lorenzo leaning against her car, a cigarette hanging from his mouth, she hurried down the steps. 
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Clark blinked upon Kenny's reaction and he couldn't manage to hold his joy, chuckling, "Mr Torres, I find your concern adequate to the situation but this task may need me. I can't go and visit a doctor now." he said to Kenny as he stop chuckling, focus now on the meeting. "How can he helps? You are a bullet, a tool... You will be of use at the time of need." "You can help me by stand beside me when my task comes. If I die, I will blame you" he quipped, showing a small grin.
 
Kenny nodded, taking every word he said seriously. He wasn't one for joking around much, especially with his superiors. Mouse. Kenny shook his head suddenly as if to shake the thought out of his mind. "Yes, sir." Kenny said softly. He wasn't extremely loyal to any particular Capo, but he was loyal to the family and expected each Capo to be loyal to the family as well. Clark seemed to be loyal, so Kenny would serve Clark as he did Lorenzo. 


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Lorenzo Cullen
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Lorenzo's eyes lit up with hope, but still remaining the icy chilling eyes he always wore. Dropping the cigarette immediately, he didn't need to mask the stress with it anymore. Dropping the bag on the freshly snowing ground, Lorenzo walked to Elisa and pulled her tight. "Thank you," he said as his head rested on her small shoulder. After a few moments he let go, and grabbed her bag and his own, placing them in the back seat. 
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Sitting down in the car, Lorenzo pulled his cap back on knowing he'd still need to cover his face. "Our best bet is the Outskirts, or another gang for help. I am of direct Irish decent so I can get to the Kellies, but once they find out your with me Henry will tell him in a heartbeat. But once things for sure, once we're out of the city, we need to destroy this car."
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Nestore stands still, propped up on his cane as the news about Adolfo is shared, only to see the Underboss quite alive moments later. The timing was perfect - had it been even minutes later, he'd have sent men to retaliate, and it would have been too late to recall them. Lucky indeed. 


The ruckus surrounding Clark and Lorenzo, unfortunate though it was, could serve his ends. He'd been insisting to the Don for years that they needed to be more careful, that maybe a purge of the ranks was in order. Sure, these men hadn't climbed the ladder without merit, but Nestore firmly believed humanity ought to come before killing efficiency some days. They weren't Bleeders, they were above in-fighting and behaving like abused dogs, scrabbling over petty insults and gestures. Such men were weak, and crippled the organization. Maybe, with enough nudging, Salasar could be made to see the light. The Marinellos wouldn't survive with their middle-ranks filled with such disappointments. He knew Lorenzo and Clark's history too well to let this last incident casually slide. The men had never gotten along, but Lorenzo would not have dared draw a weapon on the compound without reason. The former Capo was violent, but predictably so. Something was strange here, and as always, the disturbing scent laid with Clark. One day he'd figure out why the man sent a shiver down his spine, and then he'd bring the Capo in for a basement chat. 


But that issue would have to be considered later. For now, the confusing issue of Adolfo's death and resurrection needed to be addressed. Limping painfully back toward the house, Nestore sidled up to the Don and Adolfo silently, lighting himself a cigarette before offering one to Adolfo. "You look like you could use one." He says plainly, looking straight ahead. "And whats this business with you being dead? Look plenty alive to me."
 
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Eliza accepted his embrace graciously. It was the first time in the whole day that she felt remotely comfortable. "You're welcome," she whispered. When he pulled back and picked up their bags from the ground, she circled around the front of the car and slid into the front seat. She put the keys in the ignition and started the car. A moment later, Lorenzo slid into the passenger seat. She listened to his words, her mind reverting back to what little training her family had awarded her. She frowned when he told her they'd have to destroy her car. 
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"Damn," she chuckled jokingly. "I liked this car." She smiled at him for a moment before sighing, focusing back on the task. "The Kellies aren't an option. My brother is close friends with Henry. Like you said, when Henry finds out I'm with you, he'll tell my brother. Which leaves the Outskirts," she said. Pulling away from the curb, she headed out of the city.
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Lorenzo Cullen
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Lorenzo nodded in agreement to her words, she was right. But where were they going to hide? The Outskirts would be an odvious hiding place other than their homes, so how would they blend in. "We'll need to blend in. There's probably a empty barn somewhere." Removing his hat, seeing as it was safe to say their wouldn't be any eyes for the Marinolles.
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"I think I can answer that." The tall redheaded man who Nestore and a few others knew as Henry Kelly interrupted. Kelly was a murderer and a criminal. Pure and simple. But he shared much with the Marinellos. He valued loyalty, respect, and overall he valued the health of the community. Although he was a terrorizer, his true wrath was reserved for drug dealers and dope pushers. He fought the corrupt Irish political machine in the city that "sold them out to the Anglos" and was a patron of Irish culture in the city. 


But his reputation was for blood. His father had been a diplomat, but when Henry had returned from a stint in the home country fighting Brits in the Republican Army, he quickly remade the Kellies as ruthless thugs to be feared. 


The man standing before them was a charmer, but beneath his facade, a murderer. Henry Kelly was a study in opposites. 


"You see, someone shot at my sister's car last night. It almost killed her. I wrongfully assumed that Adolfo was involved. But the real culprit has been found and...brought to justice." He smiled politely. "I'd like a cigarette as well." He said, abruptly changing the subject and Adolfo handed him his cigarette and took another from Nestore. 
 
Nestore hears him out, nodding along before taking a long drag off his cigarette. Part of him wanted to insinuate that Henry must be stupid to have believed Adolfo was at fault, but the more rational side of him knew that would be uncalled for, or, at least, not constructive. 


"And what motivated this assassin? Or, under who's employ was he?" Nestore inquires, passing his lighter around until everyone was satisfied. "I would very much like to know who was behind it. I understand your sister was hurt, and one of our men was killed. Such things.. they do not go unpunished." He continues, raising an eyebrow. 
 
"We were able to finger the guy that paid the Pollack who took the shot." Henry said. "Some wiseguy, Alessandro Abandano. Dunno the guy, but we can guess who's got him on a leash. If it was an Abandano hit, I can't think of a motive other than us slugging it out with the Marinellos." 


"That seems most likely." Adolfo interjected. "The Abandanos would want the Kellies as useful idiots." This comment drew a look from Henry. 


"A figure of speach, of course." Adolfo clarified with a drag on his cigarette. 
 

Darcy K.
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[SIZE= 14px]Darcy stood behind Henry, still glaring at Adolfo with a look of pure hatred. [/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 14px]"Henry, I want to go home." She snapped, grabbing his hand and tugging childishly. [/SIZE]
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"Alessandro Abandano?" Nestore murmurs, digging through his mental archive. "Never heard of him, but I assure you Mr. Kelly, I will find this man and turn him over to you for.. handling. Just make sure he's actually buried before you make the announcement this time, ehh?" He remarks, chuckling softly. 


Of course it was an Abandano. He'd figured that already, but picking up a first name was useful. He'd have his friend at City Hall dig up public records if they existed and get an address. 


"A pleasure to see you, as always, Mr. Kelly. Do keep safe. I suspect the streets will soon be awash with blood, and the sewers don't deserve any but Abandanos." Nestore concludes, having heard Darcy's complaint. "And a speedy recovery to you, Miss Darcy. We'll drink to your continued health, tonight."
 
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