New Model City


Darcy K.
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"Nestore," she murmured lowly, "I thank you for your continued kindness, despite your dislike for me." She grabbed Henry's hand.
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"Let's go, Henry. I do not want to be in this acursed household any longer." She then tugged the larger Irishman out as if he were a petulant child. 
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"Henry, I've called you a cab. I'm taking the car. I need some alone time." 
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Nestore acts surprised, as if Darcy had accused him of some horrific, patently false act. She was quick to leave, however, and he couldn't squeeze in any objection before she was gone. 


"Well, that was.. Illuminating." Nestore remarks, blowing a puff of smoke. "I trust the Kellies will be alongside us, then. Our outlook has improved starkly, in that case." 
 

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Clark thought the name through, "Alessandro Abandano. The name pass through our desk, low profile, hard to find. But even a serial killer needs to leave a mark on the world, and we know Mr Abandano's." He stared at Nestore and Adolfo, wondering as he ignored the pain he felt knowing it will continue to exist for quite a long time. There was no reason to let the pain stop his thoughts and his own duty, "Sir, Adolfo." Clark spoke taking control on his tone of voice, "I am ready to search the streets if you command it, sir." his eyes focused on him, interested to get back to work.


"Maybe also interrogate the assassin, punch him, stab him, tear up his skin, burn his finger-tips, rip up his ears and finally make a necklace... maybe I will feel pity and just cut his b*** as trophy..." he let the thought free as he experienced all the different ways to interrogate someone and punch people at the same time, "I mean, no one will notice his missing b***  when I give the man back to the family..." 
 

Eliza L. Marinello
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Eliza kept her eyes on the road as she maneuvered the car through traffic. The cops knew her vehicle, and they wouldn't stop her for something as trivial as breaking traffic laws. When she got out Downtown and hit the open freeway leading to the Outskirts, she switched gears and punched the gas, giving the vehicle a burst of speed. When Lorenzo spoke again, she nodded in agreement. 
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"The car's the first step. Finding somewhere safe to stay where we can blend in and lay low for a while is the second. The rest...we'll think about that when we have too," she said.
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Lorenzo Cullen
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Nodding in agreement, not being in the mood to chat. Leaning his head against the frigid glass window Lorenzo sighed, he had just single-handed ly screwed both of their lives. Ruining the good thing going for him, but he knew he would've advanced in the Family if he'd stay. Being Capo would be it, and he hated it deep down inside. Now Elisa wouldn't be able to return to her family anymore, honestly she probably didn't want to, but still. Now if he ever poked his head back towards the Marinellos, he'd be killed for stealing his daughter. 
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Rubbing his eyes, he watched as the building began to fade, and the trees and fields began to surround them. He personally liked the country more, less noise and not a lot of people. Perfect. But his ties to the Family had kept him in the Downtown apartment. Maybe he'd finally move out here now that he was free to do what he wished.
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Eliza L. Marinello
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The car rested in comfortable silence as they drove. Soon enough, the buildings began to disappear and were replaced by fields and trees. Eliza smiled when the farms began to appear. She could see the horses as they gallop around their pastures. She enjoyed riding, but hadn't been able to do so in quite a while. Her parents had barely let her stay Downtown, much less let her venture to the Outskirts on her own. She had only gotten out there to ride once in the last year, and she'd had four men with her that trip. Now, she was free to do as she pleased. Eliza's smile widened and her tension fled, her body truly relaxing for the first time all day as the car continued down the road. After a couple more minutes, she took the turn-off for a dirt road that led to a small hunting cabin about 6 or 7 miles into the woods. It several trails leading even deeper into the forest from the small clearing it was in, but she knew it would be abandoned this time of year. It was a hunting cabin for an old farmer who lived about 40 miles north of it. 
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Pulling up to the small wooden building, she slowed the car to a stop and cut the ignition.
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Adolfo Marinello
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Adolfo smiled keenly. "Mr. Smither, your services would be much appreciated." He said, handing the man a cigarette. "If you find the snake, bring him in alive. We want information. Rough him up a little before you do, though. They're more responsive to deals that way." 


Don Marinello crossed the parlor to join Nestore, Adolfo, and Clark in their conversation. "Has anyone seen Eliza? Her car is gone and she didn't tell anyone where she was going?" 


An uneasy feeling grew in the pit of Adolfo's stomach, as someone had explained to him what Lorenzo had done. Adolfo had been inclined to take Lorenzo's side against Clark, but to attempt murder on the Family? It was treason. Adolfo was surprised that he had allowed Lorenzo such clemency, although he knew that another capo, perhaps Willy the Duce, and his men were pounding the pavement looking for him. Can't have him running off to the police or someone worse. 


Henry Kelly
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Henry frowned and shook his head. "No, Darcy." He said as they were out the front door. "You can't go by yourself. I don't think it's safe." He opened the door to his Ford coupe. 


"In ya go." He said, waving her onto the passenger seat.  
 

Brianna Leurahn
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"So, it's war after all," Brianna said when she heard the news. "Shame I wasn't invited to the compound, but I suppose I can't expect the Marinello's to trust me just yet. Has the ship been secured?"
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Marco Hewitt, Captain of the Lady Mercy, her hospital ship and the center of her smuggling operations, assured her that it was. She knew at the moment that her other ships, the Bull's Leaving's and Donkey's End, were out of town picking up cargo. The Donkey's End should be back by the end of the week, but for the moment it was out of danger.
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"Good," she said. "Pull my crew away from the warehouses. We're too few and they aren't easy to defend. Gather everyone in. I'm going to inspect the armory."
 
The Donkey's End would be bringing in more weapons and munitions: her people were dangerously low. They'd been at war long before the Marinello's had been attacked. As a small group of newcomers trying to carve out a foothold in the city, they'd had it rough from day one. Their new alliance with the Marinello's was supposed to help protect them from numbers they couldn't defeat, but Brianna had no experience with the Marinello's fighting ability, and she wasn't going to rely on it. No, they'd seen fit to leave her out of their plans. She'd just have to win their war for them. True, she couldn't mop up the entire enemy family, but a few well-executed attacks in the right places could leave them vulnerable, and prove her worth.
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The time to strike was now. No one would expect an offensive immediately after she'd retreated from all her coastal territories. Of course, her job would be easier if she wasn't about to run out of bullets. Taking a small motorboat and two trustworthy soldiers, she went to go ask her Marinello allies if she could borrow some bullets.
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Darcy K.
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Darcy frowned, "Fine. Then come with." 
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She got into the driver's seat instead, and pulled her brother in again. 
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She stepped on the gas, leaving the home of the Marinello's in a hurry, first stopping at a florists, then an ornate cemetery. 
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"This is where I was headed, Henry. You know it's my tradition." 
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She got out of the car. 
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"Wait here."
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Henry Kelly
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Henry sighed and feigned disinterest as she left to go into the florist's. He didn't know what she could possibly be up to in there. Out of boredom, he messed with the passenger mirror and watched as a line began forming at the soup kitchen down the street. It was a nice day outside, but the place had never been the same since the Crash. Mobsters could go on living high in their bubbles of money, but most folks couldn't. 


Pennsylvania had been one of the only states to go for Hoover in the election. Things weren't as bad here as they were elsewhere, and no "Hoover Sucks" or other such banners could be found on the streets during last year's election, but things were still bad. Even in the New Model City. 
 
Nestore's attention is piqued by the mention of Eliza. Come to think of it.. Where was the girl? She was so rarely around anyway, but absence on such a day was odd. She had a knack for showing up whenever things were eventful. 


"I.. believe she left, shortly after Lorenzo fled, now that I think about it. I suspect she may have fancied the Capo, or at least empathized with him. Probably just upset is all. Probably best to just send someone to her apartment to check in on her and make sure she got home safe. Poor thing's seen a friend turn traitor and a member of the Family shot. Likely just in shock is all." Nestore answers, shrugging and communicating a fairly dismissive tone. He understood being worried, but given the circumstances, she wasn't likely to do anything stupid. 


And there were more pressing matters at hand. 
 
Kenny had stood by Clark for a while, but had backed away in slight fear when Adolfo came over. It was then he realized just how weak he felt. The adrenaline rush of Lorenzo's and Clark's fight had died away to leave Kenny dizzy, tired, and weaker than when he arrived. Kenny's ribs were nearly bruised black beneath his shirt as the broken bone bleed into tissue it shouldn't. The soldier had a pounding headache as well. 


Kenny needed to sit, but where? He didn't have the energy to go around looking for a chair of some sort. He backed into a wall and sighed. Good enough. Kenny slid to the ground, his knees tucked into his chest, He breathed heavily and beads of sweat formed on his forehead. He wasn't doing well at all. Kenny wiped at the sweat and looked up at the ceiling, trying to ignore the pains in his head and ribs. 
 

 
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Clark nodded before Adolfo as he heard the rest of the conversation. "My best shot is to check on the streets, ask around for the name as requesting for his services. An interview." he continue thinking as Kenny walk away out of his sight, eyes missing the fact he was lost on his mind and line of thoughts; too deep to be driven away, "I need to find this idiot before this family does... We have questions to be answered..." but his eyes finally shifted towards Kenny, watching him slumber by pain. His mind was too strong be taken by pain but Kenny didn't seem full of resolve at all, his strength seemed to slithering away from his fingers.


"Mr Torres, if you don't feel good you might rest on my car." his left hand would reach for the keys of his own car at the pocket on his coat. Clark made a gesture with his head as he crossed his sight over his shoulder and throw the keys towards Mr Torres, hoping the man will have his attention before the keys hit the man on the head or something, "And please, Mr Torres, it's my car... Try to preserve it to the best of your ability." "And don't touch my stuff... for starters..." 
 

Lorenzo Cullen
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Lorenzo must've dozed off in the silent drive, because he opened his eyes to see a worn down cabin. A good find. Stepping out of the car, he grabbed the two of their bags and made his way to the cabin. Setting them on the front porch, he rubbed his hands in a attempt to warm them. The weather was much harsher in the Outskirts, usually being colder and more inclined to snow than the city. Taking a deep breath, he saw the hot steam fremont his breath, then spoke, "We need to get supplies for a few days, food, you know the works. You go, it'll be easier since they know you as a Marinello." Giving her a wave, he grabbed their bags and made his way inside the freezing dark cabin.
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Flicking on the lights, a dim chandelier lit to life above the dining table. The quaint cabin was nice, a roomy living room with a large fireplace taking up most of the front room. It appeared to be a bedroom in another room, most likely a master. The kitchen was small, but had what it needed seeing it was a hunting cabin. Setting the bags on the table, Lorenzo hurried to the fire, and began to toss some of the logs that were by the mantle. Stacking them neatly, he began to look for a box of matches, and found on resting atop the mantle. Striking the match, he tossed it inside, and watched as the flames came to life, warming and lighting the place significantly.
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Kenny Torres
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Kenny was taken from his thoughts upon hearing his name. He glanced at Clark, only to feel a pain hit his forehead. Keys fell into his lap and Kenny looked almost absently down at them. His left hand took the keys gingerly as Kenny glanced up at Clark. "Thank you sir." Kenny said softly, having pieced together what he had been told. He could use a rest. Kenny struggled to his feet, his face tight with the pain of his ribs. He wasnt used to injury, and though he had a good pain tolerance, he was far from immune from pain as Clark seemed to be. 


"Sir, are you sure you don't want to see a doctor?" Kenny asked, finding his voice to be weak and broken. The young soldier had a naturally soft voice, but this was different. He sounded exhausted. Kenny leaned against the wall as he awaited Clark's response as he was too weak to stand on his own. 


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Brianna Leurahn


She docked as close to the Marinello compound as she could get. Coming from the water, there was still a long way to go. Fortunately, there weren't many people who recognized her face in this city yet. She took the simple solution and piled into a cab with her two soldiers. She directed the cab to a shop near the Marinello compound, and walked from there. @Shireling
 

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Clark raised his sight as Kenny raised to his feet, the question obviously already answered as he stood up as well, "Not the first time I get shot..." "I don't have a disease, Mr Torres... I just got shot at." he cleared his throat as he guided his hand forward towards the door, opening the entrance to the outside and from the car. However, Clark would stop by the open door to speak up back to Adolfo and the rest, "I will report in as soon as I find anything."


Once The Spider cleared that up, he reached the streets and couldn't help but to see a woman coming to the compound, to his direction, "Where did I see you before?" he thought as he knew this woman from time ago. Clark may have already gave Mr Torres the idea of where his car was, so he stood there, idly, as he saw the woman getting closer.

 

Eliza L. Marinello
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Eliza opened her door and stepped out as Lorenzo headed for the door of the cabin with their bags. She listened to what he said, nodding in agreement, He was right, they needed supplies and everyone was looking for him by now. She didn't have long before they'd be looking for her either, but she had just enough time to run to the nearest general store for some necessities. Sliding back into her car, Eliza backed up and turned the car around as Lorenzo ventured inside the cabin. She drove back down the long driveway and back to the edge of the city. The smallest general store, the one almost completely off Marinello radar, was about 6 miles from the edge of the city, and only a couple of blocks from New Limerick. She'd definitely have to be careful. 
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After about twenty minutes of driving. Eliza arrived at the store she'd been looking for and parked, stepping back out into the cool air. She rushed inside, and immediately sought out the supplies they'd need for a few days. Food, drinks, possibly general medic supplies like gauze and medical tape. They were basically fugitives at the moment, after all, They weren't exactly safe. Eliza hurried herself. Her family would likely discover she wasn't anywhere to be found soon.
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Kenny Torres
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Kenny sighed when Clark again refused to see a doctor. He wasn't going to push it any further. Kenny followed Clark out of the compound and stopped when Clark did. Why did we stop? Kenny thought tiredly. He leaned against the doorframe for a moment. Then he remembered he was going to the car. "Do you want me to bring your car around, sir?" Kenny asked Clark as he struggled to stand straight.


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Clark raised his sight as Kenny raised to his feet, the question obviously already answered as he stood up as well, "Not the first time I get shot..." "I don't have a disease, Mr Torres... I just got shot at." he cleared his throat as he guided his hand forward towards the door, opening the entrance to the outside and from the car. However, Clark would stop by the open door to speak up back to Adolfo and the rest, "I will report in as soon as I find anything."


Once The Spider cleared that up, he reached the streets and couldn't help but to see a woman coming to the compound, to his direction, "Where did I see you before?" he thought as he knew this woman from time ago. Clark may have already gave Mr Torres the idea of where his car was, so he stood there, idly, as he saw the woman getting closer.
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Brianna had taken care to memorize the faces of any important people she could get photographs of, so she immediately recognized the other Capo.


"Capo Smither," she hailed, approaching him. "Glad to see you Marinello's are still in one piece. There's a war on so I'll cut to the chase. I'm hoping to borrow some ammo and weapons, got anything to spare?"
 

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Clark nodded his head, but not to the woman's direction but to agree with Mr Torres, "Yes, bring the car." he spoke, not taking his attention away from the woman. When the both were close enough, he would manage to recognize her, "The Cliche..." he thought referring to the pirate-like woman, remembered about the use of her saber, the need of weapons and the trade she had with the family, "Miss Leurahn, I am glad to see the sea hasn't beat you up already." he cleared his throat as the pain on his shoulder would force him to move slightly backwards, "That is an interesting proposition, Miss Leurahn, however I believe I am not the right one to make such a request without my family's confirmation... Don't you agree?" 


He grinned slightly, letting his hands hide behind, licking them together as he raised his sight, "Interesting." "What kind of weapons are you looking for?"


 
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Brianna raised an eyebrow. "You don't have your own weapons cache? But no, I came to ask the Don. As for the kind, my men will work with whatever you can spare, and the more the merrier."


This Capo was one to watch out for, particularly if he lived up to his reputation.


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"I believe my stock of weaponry are out of discussion, even more to associate myself with people like yourself on the open. Please, do not feel offended, it's just business." A gambler knows where to set it's cards, and where to hide that extra one that you may need at the darkest moments, "A pirate. As much as I find it out of fairy-tales at this point, I won't deny that smugglers are particularly useful." he thought for a moment but then his sadistic mind take the place, "Someone that uses a saber like weapon of choice is stuck on traditions... or is simply short-sighted. We kill short-sights..." he let the thought play around for a moment, though all this seem eternal for him, it merely lasted seconds, "What would I gain?" he questioned for a moment, taking a step forward, turning slightly to a side as if he started to surround the woman, inspecting her clothes, "I can offer you weapons, explosives. Clearly part of it will already be taken by Don's commands. IF" he makes a pause, being now positioned behind her, "And only if they accept to help your cause. There will still be more, a little bonus the Don won't give you... but I could. Then again, any irrefutable bargain gives and gets in both equal directions. So... feel free to answer, Miss Leurahn."

 
Brianna could hardly believe what she was hearing. What would he gain? Her people had been fighting the Abandanos already. They were allies of the Marinello family. On the sea, they could terrorize the Abandanos smuggling routes. On land, they could hold their own. Tactics, however, were not to be discussed outside.


"People like myself?" Brianna stammered. "What do you mean? I own a hospital. I'm an ally of your family. Explain yourself."
 

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Clark would then let his smile be easier to be seen, his mustache bends accordingly as well, "You lack of discretion,  Miss Leurahn. This abrupt conversation is just the tip of the eisberg." he finished walking around her ending up once more in front of her, his smile finally fading away, "This has been a waste of time." "Very well, I don't have the time to continue this conversation, nor the desire in fact. Make your way to the compound, this audience is finished." once that has been told, The Spider directed himself to his car, knowing Mr Torres would have already reached for it and take it closer to him. Then he will beckon him to get out of his car so he could drive himself instead of let him do it. 


Once on the car, he would drive away, searching for the information he has been requested of by the very beginning.

 
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