Realistic or Modern The Oath - 1940s Gangster Drama - IC (Ended)

[Enzyme]

Angel began to move towards Kitty, slow and methodically. "A bar is just a bar, a drink is just a drink, and a reporter is just a reporter." Angel's eyes drifted off towards the notes in her hand. "They will never change, no matter the time of the day." He had no urge the snatch them from her hand. He could really care less about her notes on him and the rest of his associates, for there was no such thing as 'bad publicity'. "If you're going to take controversial notes on a family at a bar with strong ties to sed family, bring a satchel."

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[Foxy]

Monte hadn't made any effort to get out the door in a quick manner, as much as he wanted to. Instead, his legs carried him to the restroom, where he groomed his hair and picked off lint from both his shirt and pants. There was something to be had about being immaculately dressed. Smiling at himself in the mirror, he straightened his tie -- It had been but a millimeter off center. He was the son of a notorious gangster, and as such, he expected himself to look perfect at all times. He'd only let himself go a couple of times; times now, he thought, he didn't want to think about.
He wasn't one to meddle with women for very long, but there had been a few girls in his past that got Monte's confidence so out of array he hadn't left home for weeks for fear of being seen torn apart. Looking at his eyes in the mirror, behind his confidence, Monte knew that feeling of losing his control was still there, as was the confused young man. From youth he'd tried to do everything perfectly, and as he grew, he perfected his perfection. Shaking off the uncertainty, Monte again smiled at himself in the mirror, walking outside and casting a glance at his car before heading off towards Angel, who looked like he was surrounded by women by his car. Monte rolled his eyes, lighting a cigarette just around the corner from them and straightening his shoulders, heading towards the small group.
"Again, Masciarelli?" Though he made no direct reference to Angel's past endeavors with prostitutes, it was clear he was joking about that.
Getting closer he realized it was his little sister and Kitty. His expression immediately soured.
"What are you doing out this late Lena?" He growled, blowing smoke towards the sky.

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[Enzyme]

Angel's tension was lifted off his shoulders at the sight of Monte. "Look who found his way out of the bar." Angel kept his hands in his pockets, leaning against the drivers door. His eyes shifted towards Kitty and Alena as he moved for the car door. "As much as i'd like to stay and chat, ladies, Monte and I have a night out in the town awaiting." His line of sight fixed on Kitty, who's smile proved she was quite happy with herself, "Miss Avera, i'm sure i'll see your next article very soon. I'll make sure to pick it up out of the trash and give it my full, undivided attention." His eyes then moved to Alena. "Lena, i'll see you sometime soon." He gave her a friendly nod, making sure to leave every ounce of flirtation out of his expression. He then finally looked at Monte, motioning him to get in the car.

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[sprouhtt]

Location: Front of The Fox's Den
Interaction: Enzyme TofuMafia Foxy
Mentioned: N/A
Actions: Standing near Giovanni and across from Kitty

Alena relaxed and shrugged off what Kitty had said about her. Alena hated when people thought of her as a child, she really did. Not to mention having a baby face like Alena's, of course, she is going to get said that she looks little. Alena didn't like this girl in front of her and clearly, she felt as if Kitty had been drinking way too much in there. She hated it when reporters like her would meddle in other people's lives just to make it a living hell. Alena didn't want this to be a scene, she gasped quietly when his hand went on her back. It was so sudden and he had only done this once or twice to her, but now it was the third time that he had put his hand on her back. Alena tried to not make it a big deal, so she held her hands in front of her. Alena could smell the cigarette from all the way from the street and know that it was her older brother Monte. Alena didn't fear Monte but she was intimidated by him, he was so much like their father. Alena hated it at times. Even Monte treated her like a child when sometimes he is the one being childish.

Alena watched as a few passer Byers were listening into the conversation and her eyes widened a bit but she remained cool. Alena walked over to Monte, she could already feel Giovanni's hands leaving her back. "Don't you know smoking is bad for you?" She said trying to dodge the question but she figured what's the point in that. "I could ask you the same thing Monte, but even you wouldn't tell me what you're doing out so late." She tells him. Alena really did cross the line at times, and she was just at the edge of the line. If this was any other woman disrespecting a man like that or speaking up to him with such a tone, that woman would either get a glaring from him or if they really got a terrible guy he would slap her right there. Alena has seen it happen before.

 

[TofuMafia]

"Controversial is a big word, Angel. There's a game for people who use big words, you know, called Scrabble. It'll probably be the only time your big words will count," Kitty snapped. She didn't allow herself to regret saying such a thing to a dangerous man; what was said was said. She could feel her heartbeat going wild, however. Neither the location nor numbers were in her favor. Still, she hadn't let that stop her before, and she didn't plan on it stopping her now, at least she didn't until she say yet another Italian approaching them. If she was right, he was a Romano son. She thought for a moment about her next move, deciding to switch her attention back to the girl. If she was already so deep in a Romano conversation, there was no point in backing out now.

"So your name is Lena? I'm Katherine Avera, but most circles know me as Kitty. I hope that our future meetings aren't so, ah, menacing, and that our future company actually bothers to facilitate new friendships," she said, leaning forward to insert herself back into the conversation. She stole a quick glance at Monte, but could feel her pulse quicken even more. She herself wasn't even sure if it was because of his status or how nicely his hair framed his features.

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[Foxy]

Monte Romano
Monte left a lingering glance at Kitty before frowning and turning to his sister.
"Difference between be being out and you being out is I can handle a lot more trouble than you." He grunted to his sister nefore turning away. He'd leave her be for now, he couldn't control her, of course. It was wasted breath, especially when he had more important matters at hand. Monte nodded at Angel, then took one last glance at Kitty before climbing into the car, leaving the two ladies to themselves.
Monte wasn't much of a warm, loving brother, but nothing stopped him from caring fiercely for his family. It was alright, however, since she was deep in their own family territory. A pause, and Monte rolled down the window a bit.
"Stay safe Lena."
While Monte hadn't been around to talk to the two, he didn't seem so annoyed a reporter was by the Den. Perhaps it was her alluring beauty that clouded his mind, but he didn't much care what her business was there. His mind was somewhat on the task at hand. He rolled the window back up and sat back in the seat, resting his eyes as he waited for Angel to wrap up his business, though he may have already.

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[sprouhtt]

Location: Front of The Fox's Den
Interaction: Enzyme TofuMafia Foxy
Mentioned: N/A
Actions: She is walking by herself home

Alena was surprised at how quickly Kitty's mood changed and Alena keeps a poker face on and gave the woman named Katherine a semi-fake smile. She didn't know if Katherine was being fake or if she actually meant every word that she said, hmm... Only time will tell in the future. Alena did see that it was a bit late, but she still hadn't eaten all day, well that's not entirely true. But she was hungry, and she was going to go inside the restaurant, but now this whole event had ruined her appetite. Alena shook her head slightly when her brother said that she wouldn't be able to take care of herself. Alena felt triggered by his choice of word. It brought her back to when she was taken hostage two years ago, at that time she couldn't take care of herself, but it's different now. She is much older and has been practicing self-defense.

Alena didn't say anything to him, she gave one last look at Giovanni before walking down the street to find someplace else to eat. Alena's mind was clouded and she couldn't get out of it. Alena stopped by a place a block down the street and got a pasta alfredo to go. When she was done paying, she walked out and waited for her driver to come back with the car. It's been about twenty minutes, and when it's late, that means you leave on your own since something might have happened. Alena didn't want to take any chances so she began to walk home, little did she know that the driver got help up paying for the parking ticket. Alena thought it was an okay night and a walk from here to her house wasn't so bad.

If her father were to hear of her walking alone, she and the driver would get in trouble. Alena hoped that the driver didn't go off telling anyone that she disappeared. Alena walked down the sidewalk until there wasn't anymore sidewalk to walk on. Alena's feet did hurt but she was okay. She shook it off, she could see the house in the distance.

 

[Mooriot]

Giorgio listened intently to Conor's narration, nodding his head every so often. While he didn't necessarily doubt the other man's intentions, there was still an ounce of skepticism that still stuck with him. This was the same Conor Sullivan that his old man had so highly spoken of after all. After his closing statement, Giorgio sighed. "So you can see the issue I have with all this? I mean, you're right: our sisters are innocent – I'd just like to keep it that way, that's all." He didn't want to accuse Conor of endangering Alex out loud, though he figured he got his point across. Giorgio exhaled, taking the time to wipe his face. "Whatever, what's done is done I suppose." Perhaps he did a bit too passionate about the situation, noting how lightly Conor was handling everything himself. His reaction didn't exactly sit well with Giorgio, but did put things back in perspective a bit. "Just... watch yourself, alright? She's my sister, Sullivan. Don't start getting any funny ideas now."

With Alex aside, the other thing that caught Giorgio's attention was the mention of the fire and murder. "You mentioned the bakery... shot dead, you say?" He had very little doubt that it was the same incident as the one he'd heard earlier in the evening. "You wouldn't happen to know who it was, would you?" Even though small crimes arose all the time, a fire paired with a murder was of a much larger magnitude and implied something bigger transpiring behind the scenes. And if his suspicions were correct, he wanted to be kept in the loop. Even if Conor was a shaky source at best, he had only a few options at the moment.

Misty Gray

 

[Misty Gray]

Sinead Sullivan
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The car pulled up outside the front door of the Sullivan's large family home. Sinead got out of the back of the vehicle and groaned as the man in the passenger seat also stepped out so he could walk her inside the house. "Sinead's home!" the man shouted, to alert Emmet to his daughter's presence before he stepped back outside and closed the front door behind him. Emmet had been informed about what had happened back at the jazz club and he'd had his men bring Sinead back home.

Sinead stood at the bottom of the stairs, her short white dress largely stained in the red blood. "Before anything else, I need to get changed and washed," she told him as she removed her shoes. Regardless of any response, she rushed upstairs to the bedroom that had been hers since she was a child. Whilst she had her own place, she often stayed over in this family home so she could spend time with everyone together. She closed the door and wasted no time in removing the ruined dress, dumping it on the floor. She then cleaned herself up and changed into something more comfortable before heading back downstairs.

Once downstairs, she grabbed a glass of water and sat on the couch with her legs crossed, waiting for her father to join her. "It wasn't nice finding that dead man back there, but I'm sorry you felt you had to have me brought back here. I was having a great night until that happened... " she told him. "I'm not stupid and I know that it was intended for me to be the one who found the body. I assume it was the work of the Romanos, but I think I'm owed an explanation as to why they did it, at least. I don't think you caused this, so I can only assume it was Conor's fault. Am I going to have to get used to this kind of thing now?" she asked. Although it sounded like she was angry, it was her way of hiding the fear she was feeling for herself and her loved ones.

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Kate Henderson​

Kate nodded her head. "I think we're all better off steering clear of that place for tonight," she agreed. She smiled as he spoke fondly for Sinead. "As long as nobody spoils it for her, she'll go far."

"Oh, Luca. Flattery will get you everywhere," she replied to his flirting. She lifted her glass and had another drink of wine, though her eyes didn't leave the man's face. "Tell me more about yourself. How did you end up working so closely with Emmet Sullivan? I don't get to talk to you much, Luca. You quieter and secretive ones are the kind my mother told me to worry about," she teased.

Lazy Taco

Conor Sullivan​

Conor grinned as Girogio continued to warn him off of Alex. "Relax, would you? You have nothing to worry about, I can assure you. I don't intend on harming your sister. I got her here safely, didn't I?" he rhetorically asked. He wanted so much to square up to the Romano as he didn't like the lad's tone. But this was public and there were ladies around. He was sober enough to keep his temper under control.

When Giorgio steered the conversation in the direction of the bakery incident, the subject change allowed Conor to relax a little. "I don't know anything for sure, as I kept my distance." He placed his hands in his trouser pockets as he lowered his voice a little more. "If I were to hazard a guess... And this is simply an assumption based on things I am aware of. I'd guess the dead baker is Paolo Salvatore, one of your lot, but I can assure you his death was not down to the Sullivans. If you want to know the real story, you should probably look closer to home and ask Vinnie what happened," he suggested. He then took his hands out of his pockets and casually patted Giorgio on the shoulder. "We're done here now and I have more drinking to do. Until next time, Romano," he said, excusing himself from the Italian's company and making his way out of the casino.

As he walked to the exit, he passed Alex and Angelica. "You ladies have a good night," he told them, sending a wink in Alex's direction. "If you're feeling worse for wear tomorrow, I recommend Mick's Diner; he does the best brunch. 11am is the best time to go and it's always quiet," he advised. Alex should realise from the glint in his eyes that it was more an invitation than a casual recommendation. Not waiting a moment longer, he left the casino and headed down the street to the first decent pub he could find that wasn't his own.


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Vincenzo Romano​

Vinnie returned to a quiet home, with a couple of his men stood watch at the bottom of the large staircase. Perhaps he was being paranoid, but tonight he found the silence to be quite uncomfortable. His wife was staying over at her sister's, so he knew she wouldn't be around to greet him. He knew where Monte was and he expected Giorgio was out as the casino. Assuming his daughters must be upstairs, he checked their rooms and called out their names. it didn't take long for him to be certain they were both out. Alena hadn't consulted him for permission to go out and Alex hadn't asked if she could stay out after her shift. He returned downstairs and asked some of his men to go out looking for the two girls.

If Alena didn't make it home on her own first, one of Vinnie's men would pull up his car alongside her and tell her to get in so he could drive her home.

Vinnie had been sat in silence in the lounge, the television switched off and the only sound he could hear was the loud ticking of the old clock. When he heard the front door open, he shot up to his feet before Alena could go upstairs. The first thing he noticed was the revealing dress she was wearing. "What the Hell are you wearing?!" he angrily asked her.

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[Lazy Taco]

Luca had to hold his mouth shut as she asked him about himself. What could he tell her that wasn't already public to others? "What exactly would you like for me to tell you? There are many things that I can tell but not all of them can be said in one day." He smiled at her before ordering a stronger drink. "Everyone knows my name is Luca Piero D'Angelo and where I was born, you can guess it by my name." So he didn't like saying where he was from because he wasn't proud of them for certain reasons. "My age is 37 yet no kids or wife, I'm the proud right hand man of Emmett Sullivan and have been there for his kids since they were little." So he wasn't being specific just saying things that everybody knew. "Anything more than that, ask away beautiful." He gave her a grin.
Misty Gray

 

[Enzyme]

The street lights whizzed past in a blur, reflecting off the windshield. Angel drove, slightly disregarding the speed limit as he shot through traffic. The two of them remained quiet as Angel mentally prepared himself for the task ahead. He knew where she lived, precisely, but did not know how heavily guarded it was. He felt for the revolver in his shoulder holster, easing himself as he drove. Before he had time to fill Monte in, they had arrived.

Angel stepped out of the car, into the vastness of nighttime Chicago. The drizzle had developed into a heavier rain, beating into his jacket like pellets. He moved to the trunk of the car, pressing it open. Inside rested a couple of coats and a ukulele case. Angel snapped open the case, revealing an M1911 and black gloves. Angel slid the gloves over his hands one by one. Under the M1911 was a silencer, resting in a crevice in the case. After securing the silencer on the barrel of the handgun, he stepped out into the sidewalk. He looked to Monte, motioning him out with his fingers.

Foxy

 

[Foxy]

Monte Romano
Monte watched Angel's grim face as they drove a little faster than Monte would have liked. He didn't mind speed, but as a man of cadence, he preferred the leisurely pace that he drove himself -- another reason he chose not to have a chauffeur.
Monte wasn't sure he'd met the girl who's day they were to ruin, however, he knew the name, and from that, a sick smile twisted his face. He loved nothing more than getting under the Sullivan's skin. Monte thought perhaps he should ask Angel what his plan was, but before he could dredge up a question they had stopped, and Angel had promptly exited the car. Monte groaned, looking at the raid outside before stepping out, letting the rain slide off his waterproofed jacket.
Perfection as ever, Monte had taken good care to waterproof his clothing so as even in the rain, he managed to not look like a drowned rat, even without a hat. When Angel pulled a M1911 out of the case, Monte gave a surprised chuckle, pulling one of his handguns from where it was holstered behind his jacket. From there, he too procured a silencer, screwing it on with expert precision.
"Not sure if I'll need it but better safe than sorry, eh?" He gave a wicked grin, his voice hushed as he spoke. The other gun holstered on the left side of his chest rarely came undone. It was an old revolver, generations old, more powerful than any handgun Monte had shot. Perhaps not the quietest, which was the reason he rarely used it, the revolver was the closest thing to his heart -- literally -- as he had only used that gun to carry out brutal murders, ones where he cared not if those around could hear or notice.
He would like, he thought, to empty a couple bullets into some Sullivans, especially Emmet. For a moment his fingers brushed the revolver but he eventually let his hand fall to his side.
"What now?"
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Violeta Reyaz
Violeta had taken a quick break in the restroom, musing over the thought the barmaid -- what was her name..? -- knew exactly how she'd bruised her knuckles. After a moment, she decided to ignore it. She'd had a rough night with Angel there, and didn't want to get her head into things she needn't worry about. Sitting back at the bar, she looked for Maite, who seemed to have disappeared.
While she waited -- though Violeta wasn't sure if she was waiting for the drink or the girl -- she let her long hair out of her bun, combing through the pin straight strands with her skinny fingers. Violeta rarely had her hair down, but tonight she felt it better to leave down now, and besides, it gave her head a feeling of freedom, both literally and figuratively. Sighing, she considered grabbing herself a drink again, but decided against it, figuring it was better to leave it be and maybe Maite could come back. A friend would be nice in this town, especially this part of it.
Violeta crossed her legs, absentmindedly tracing the scars on her hands as she waited. Normally an impatient young lady, Violeta decided being here, beneath the radar, was nice.
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Emmet Sullivan
Emmet had been having quite a fine night, out on the night streets of Chicago. Most of his gang was at the pub, though he didn't care much to be there. An Irishman through and through, he knew how to drink, but only accepted the best, which to him, was the fine alcohol he made in his distillery. The trick, he knew, with alcohol, was to make it go down easy and stay soft on the tongue, and hard when it needed it. He made all kinds of brews, but his beer was his favorite. He had been at his home, drinking peacefully, but some force had willed him to get up and go out on the town. So now, late at night, the Sullivan boss now sat with a bouquet of flowers, a paper sack filled with bread and a full stomach. The businesses had been pleased with him, as he'd spent quite a lot of money there. Emmet made a point to support the local businesses, knowing how much work they took, but mostly to keep the public eye blind to the destruction caused by his gang. To them, Emmet Sullivan was a saint. To anyone who knew him, Emmet was the devil himself, a control freak with devilish plans for his city. He'd been irked, of course, when the Romano's threatened his turf, and moreso lately since they'd killed some of his associates. Overall tensions were high, but not so much until Emmet caught news. A fire and a murder in his territory.
Awful enough, Emmet's daughter was involved. The moment he caught wind of the incident he rushed home in his car, calling everyone he could on arrival to locate his daughter and bring her home.
He'd been assured that they'd find her, and so he'd paced the foyer of his grand house, eyebrows knitted, waiting.
"Damn Romanos." He growled, Irish accent growing thicker with anger. His hair was messy, face twisted in thought. As soon as the door opened, Emmet looked up, staring blankly at his daughter, who's dress was covered in blood. Before he could say anything, she hurried upstairs.
"Sinead, Sinead, Sinead." Emmet shook his head and grimly smiled despite the situation. While she was upstairs, Emmet retreated to the living room, where he made himself a drink from the cabinet then sat down in a luxurious leather chair opposite the couch. Moments later Sinead returned, and sat down with a glass of water. Emmet's eyes focused on nothing but his daughter as he listened to her speak. Nodding, he clenched his teeth as she spoke, one fist curled around the arm of the chair, knuckles white.
"Conor and I will have a talk." He started when Sinead finished. "You are my daughter Sinead. I didn't want you involved in this, but it's going to be rough for a while. I'll do my best to keep you safe. But those fucking Romano's better learn their place. I will not have my family in danger."
His eyes were intensely bright as he stood.
"I'm glad you're okay." This was a different voice, no longer harsh and angry. "Get some rest. I have a lot of work tonight."
Staring at her for a moment, Emmet turned, practically radiating fury as he walked outside, climbing into his car. He needed answers, and Conor or some poor Romano was going to give him them.
Emmet climbed into his car, shoulders tight as he turned the key in the ignition, foot instantly on the gas as the car squealed away. Sinead would be safe at home, he knew, though he still worried. He made no effort to slow down through the few cars that were out driving, sliding to a stop outside the pub. Regardless of if Conor was there or not, Emmet would find him, and if not, he'd personally hunt down one of the Romano kids. From the passenger seat, Emmet grabbed his pistol, sliding it into a holster on his hip, making no effort to conceal the weapon. He'd rarely make a public appearance with such an item, but now wasn't the time for modesty. He was a man of action, and he'd be getting revenge soon.
Misty Gray

 

[Misty Gray]

Sinead Sullivan
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Sinead was angry with her family for putting her into this position in the first place, but she knew this was the life she'd been born into and it couldn't stop now. She managed to soften at her father's words and a small smile appeared on her face. "Thank you, dad," she told him, stretching the sleeves of her jumper over her cold hands. "Please be careful," she added. The last thing she wanted was one of her family members being hurt next. She watched him leave before curling up on the sofa. If anyone came home, she wanted to be around when they did. She wasn't used to it being so quiet here; usually one of her parents or siblings was around to joke with.

Conor Sullivan​

Conor wasn't at the Emerald, but as Emmet drove he would see his son stood talking with another man outside some random, neutral pub. "I told you, I'm not drinking much tonight. I have places to be in the morning," Conor spoke. He laughed at his friend, who was clearly shocked that Conor was being sensible tonight. "Someone left me a message earlier and I need to figure out the damage..." Conor trailed off as he saw his father's car pulling up close by. He was surprised to see his father out driving alone, so immediately approached the car. He would wait for Emmet to wind the window down or actually get out of the car before speaking. "What are you doing out here? Care to join us for a poorer quality drink than you're used to?" he asked, a large grin planted on his face.

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Foxy

Kate Henderson
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"Okay. One more question... Why did you end up in this dirty business, as Emmet Sullivan's right-hand man?" she asked, a smirk crossing her face. "I'm not judging you, I'm just curious. I was supposed to be a respectable nurse and housewife before I glassed some pompous pervert in the eye. Look where I am now," she said, still smiling. Sure, her family had practically disowned their jailbird daughter and she was now stuck making suits for other rich and pompous people, but it was far more liberating not doing what was expected of her. The Sullivans and Romanos were a bunch of rough and intimidating people, but she wouldn't have it any other way now she knew many of them beneath their reputations.

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Lazy Taco

 

[Lazy Taco]

Luca smirked at her question. That was indeed one of the most troublesome question he could ever be asked but if she really wanted to know, who was he to deny her request. "Honestly I didn't do it for the fame or money or reputation, I did it because I didn't have anything else to fight for." He was abandoned by his parents when he was little when they decided to go back to Italy to join them fight along the Axis. "Sure I'm Italian, the same as the Romano's, but my love for Italy went away after they joined in fight with Germany, how can I be proud of them when they joined a war that didn't involve them or anything." Sure it felt like the wrong excuse but he wasn't finish. "The Sullivan have been there besides me ever since I joined, sure it sounds like a stupid reason as to why I joined them, but to me the Sullivan helped me get out of my funk and helped me the man I am today, someone who Is the Right hand man of Emmett Sullivan, and someone who is currently accompany by one of the most beautiful lady I seen in my lifetime." He raised his cup at her with a smile before bringing it down and take a full sip of it. "Call my excuse lame but that's the story of Luca Piero D'Angelo, someone whose story won't be heard until revealed or killed."
Misty Gray

 

[Enzyme]

"Let's give Sinead's apartment a makeover, free of charge." Angel said grimly, a twisted smile piercing his lips. He loved doing these kinds of things, it made his heart skip a couple of beats. Angel was always in it for cheap thrills. Robberies, alchohol, sex, murder; anything to get the blood pumping. Angel lived for the adrenaline rush. He kept his darker side in a locked box, deep below his rib cage. When he was presented with certain tasks, however, he let it off the leash.

Angel shoved the silenced handgun behind his belt on the back of his pants. Before moving in, Angel leaned in close to Monte's ear. "Stay close and shut up, there are eyes everywhere." Angel entered the establishment, keeping the door open for Monte. As they moved towards the main desk, Angel presented a cigarette from his coat pocket. Pressing in his lips, he rested his hand in his pocket. His hat rested low on his head. With the poor lighting of the building, his features were almost entirely hidden. "How can I help you?" The woman asked, a friendly smile plastered on her face. Angel flicked the zippo lighter, releasing a flame onto the tip of his cigarette. "My dimwit nephew locked us out of our room. Says the key is sitting on the balcony." As angel spoke, smoke shot out of his mouth like fire balls. "Sorry to hear that, what's your name and room number?" "Alexander Dillard. 526, fifth floor." Angel inspected his watch as the woman desperately attempted to hold eye contact with him. Angel was holding his bloodthurst back. If he were to look her in the eye, she'd see something truly sinister. The woman scanned the books and sure enough, his signature was printed next to '526'. "Alright, Mr. Dillard. I'll have Mickie escort you up." Angel looked to his left to see a large, well built man resting with his hands crossed in front of him. Angel's smile grew dimmer, his teeth shinning through the dim lighting. "How lovely."

Angel and Monte followed close behind Mickie. Not one of them spoke a word, but the sound of Angel clenching his fists through his gloves echoed through the halls. The guard took a sharp turn, leading them into an elevator. The guard moved for the buttons, encasing them in the metal box. As the elevator moved up the shaft, Angel turned to Monte. He smiled down to the boy, offering him a friendly wink. In an instant, his smile vanished as he spun around. The first three knuckles connected with the side of Mickie's face. Mickie's skull shot to the right, his skin close behind. He collapsed onto the floor of the elevator, consumed in shock. Before he had time to get his barrings, Angel was on top of him. His hands struck like the head of a hammer, beating the poor man's head in. Angel stood up, over the helpless guard. Using the rails of the elevator for leverage, he used the bottom of his boot as his weapon of choice. With every powerful grunt escaping Angel's lungs, was an equally powerful blow presented on the side of the man's forehead. After the man was rendered unrecognizeable, angel stepped back. Huffing and puffing, he used his trembling hand to adjust the loose strands of hair dangling in his face. He then moved for the handgun in his pants, cocking the slide back. The guard laid on the floor, blood pouring out of his mouth like an infinity pool. THWAP. THWAP. THWAP. The silenced shots lined perfectly on the man's sternum like buttons on a snow man. DING. The elevator had reached its destination, revealing an empty hallway. Angel moved for the master key on the guard's waistband before smiling down to Monte.

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[neverbackdown]

Alex took a long drag of her cigarette while Angelica went to get her shift swapped. She blew the smoke in rings as she looked around, her eyes landing on Conor as he walked in her direction. She couldnt help but smile at his comment about Mick's Diner, picking up on the invitation straight away, well at least thats her plans for tomorrow sorted.
"Have a good night yourself, and I'll be sure to take you up on the recommendation" She watched him walk out the door, a smile present on her face, but the smile quickly vanished when two of her dads goons walked into the Casino and straight over to her.
"Your Father wants you home" Goon number one said to her. Alex smirked, a devilish look taking over her features "Thats great" She said sarcastically, rolling her eyes as she took another drag of her cigarette.
"Don't make us make a scene" Goon number two said as Alex laughed, an evil laugh as she put out her cigarette and crossed her arms. "You can go home and tell my father that I am out with Angelica, Gio is here and I will be home later" She stated matter-of-factly. When they didnt move, a dangerous glint played in her eyes as she stepped towards the men "Don't make me make a scene" She teased, using their exact words. She continued to glare at them until they turned around and walked out the door. She wasnt sure if they had left and gone home or if they had just gone out to the car, ready to grab her if she left the building but for now they were out of her sight.

Misty Gray M MiladySolo

 

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Location: Romano Residence
Interaction: Misty Gray
Mentioned: neverbackdown Enzyme
Actions: She is walking into the kitchen

Alena began thinking about Giovanni and how his hand caressed her back when they were in front of the restaurant. Alena was playing a dangerous game, and she knew that her father did not play around. He was a very cold and intimidating man who shows no mercy, at least that's how she sees it. Alena looked around as she walked, even though she was wearing heels, her feet didn't hurt. She's been so used to wearing heels and walking or standing for long periods of times. Frankly, she had many pairs of heels and a few other shoes. Alena heard a car pulling up near her and she didn't dare look back, she felt it slowly drive near her. When she turned her head she saw that it was one of her father's driver. Alena knew that this was bad, given the fact that her father's driver was here to take her back. She got into the car and it was silent. Alena's stomach growled and she looked down at her perfectly packaged meal and couldn't wait until she got home to eat it.

When she got home, she went in and saw her father standing there and before she could even step foot on the grand staircase her father already began. Alena had no choice but to turn around and stood there with her meal in her hand. Here we go again, she thought to herself when her father began yelling at her about what she was wearing. Yes, Alena wore somewhat revealing clothes, but she loved the body that she was in and it's not like she dressed provocative. Alena usually wore classy and little revealing dresses. Alena wasn't like her sister, Alena loved pencil skirts and dresses that hugged her in the right places. "Well, I see nothing wrong in what I am wearing." She tells him as she makes eye contact with him. As one of her father's men were walking by, she handed him her meal and told him to put it in the kitchen for her. He took it from her and did what she asked. Alena was very obedient and followed her father's strict rules, and if she went out without his permission she was sorry, but she was 18 years old.

 

[Misty Gray]

Kate Henderson​

Kate listened as Luca answered her question. "I'm not here to judge you, Luca. We all ended up where we are now because of the path we thought was best to follow. The Sullivans are a good bunch, minus the whole gang business," she remarked. "I can understand why you would stick by them. But try not to get yourself killed just yet, okay?" she asked, grinning. "Thank you for the compliments, Luca. I chose to speak with you tonight because you're the best looking man in the pub," she informed him. She glanced towards the door as she saw a couple of Sullivan gang members enter, one of which she recalled was James Porter. She knew when things were about to turn into business and she liked to stay out of it. "Now, Luca. The wine is starting to go to my head and I'm ready to go home for some sleep. I think you have Sullivan things to be getting on with," she noted, glancing to the door. "We will continue this another day," she assured him, stepping down from the bar stool and giving him a kiss on the cheek before making her way out of the pub.

Lazy Taco

Vincenzo Romano​

Vinnie frowned as Alena said there wasn't nothing wrong with her dress. He remained silent as he watched one of his men take her meal into the kitchen. The silence was prolonged as he patiently waited for the man to return into view so he could dismiss him, telling him to wait outside with the others. Once it was just him and his daughter, Vinnie looked back to Alena. "You see nothing wrong with that dress? Well, I see a dress that could make some people think you're a whore. I know all kinds of men who are out there and I know what some would think if they saw you out like that. You will not wear anything as revealing as that thing again," he ordered her. It was clear how angry he was, but it was obvious he was worried too. "Now, I'm pretty sure I have a rule that you're not allowed out without my permission or without the company of one of your brothers. I know for a fact you weren't with your brothers, so where have you been? And did you see Alex?" he asked her. He wouldn't let her walk away until he had finished questioning her.

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[Foxy]

Emmet Sullivan
As the winshield wipers furiously wagged away the rain, Emmet Sullivan was deep in thought. He'd have to come up with a counter plan on the fly. And he'd also have to ascertain that it was truly the Romanos who had been screwing with his family.
Pulling up the Emerald, Emmet was about to park when he spotted his son, and drove further sown the street. Killing the car, he exited, standing without hat nor waterproof jacket in the rain. As the water dimpled his clothes, he approached his son, raindrops gathering on his short, dense lashes. Conor seemed to be in a somewhat decent mood, one Emmet wouldn't hesitate to ruin.
Ignoring Conor's question, the Sullivan boss cut straight to the chase.
"I'm sure you heard about your sister." Emmet said, anger still wrinkling his face, making him look older than he was. "What I need to know, is if you pissed off any Romanos lately"
Emmet's voice was dangerously low, both accusing his son and demanding an answer.
Conor would be pushished if he lied or had any involvement, but if not, Mr. Sullivan had no qualms about dragging Conor to the other side of the city and wreaking havoc on the Romano's lives. It was now that his fury and fierce loyalty to his family contradicted his meticulous natural behavior. Everything in him screamed to do ill, while his head told him he needed to wait and plot. Shaking his head, he stared intensely at Conor, waiting for an answer. The rain made him no meeker the man, and despite hair plastered to his head, beard accumulating droplets and suit clinging to his body, the man looked positively intimidating.
Misty Gray

Monte Romano
Monte nodded at Angel's directions, though he didn't particularly like taking orders from him, his adrenaline was running hot through his veins. He could see the demon woke within Angel's eyes, knowing all too well the feeling. It was a feeling Monte hadn't had in quite some time, in fact. He mostly stayed out of the dirty business, a Romano in prison would give his family unneeded publicity in a negative light. He was allowed on covert missions, and mostly kept his hands clean, which gained the trust of law enforcement. Monte could count -- and it would only take the two hands he had -- how many men he'd killed in his lifetime. None had been found, and none traced back to the eldest Romano son.
At Angel's mention of shutting up, as soon as the man turned, Monte rolled his eyes, pantomiming the man for but an instant before following him inside. It wasn't that Monte didn't respect Angel, moreso that he was annoyed by the treatment he was receiving from him. He was no kid, and this wasn't by any means his first rodeo. Monte stood back in the shadows as Angel spoke to the woman, as he didn't have the luxury of a hat as Angel did, though that luxury was more of an annoyance to Monte, who deemed hats unneeded and detrimental to his image. Bored, Monte leaned against the wall and followed suit, also lighting his own cigarette and watching the smoke curl towards the ceiling. As soon as Angel moved, Monte pushed himself from the wall, briefly nodding at the woman with but a shadow of his face showing before getting behind the large figure of a man that was Mickey.
As soon as the elevator doors shut, Angel had moved, smashing the poor man's face in in a matter of seconds. The duo hadn't even reached their floor before Mockey was incapacitated and killed. Monte felt nothing for the man, instead tilting his head and smirking, flicking his cigarette over the corpse, sending little ashes fluttering into a pool of blood.
As Angel grabbed the card for the rooms, Monte quickly swiped a ring from the man's finger. Mission or not, Monte was a thief, and he took advantage of the opportunity, pocketing the ring with a solemn look on his face. His blood ran hot, as he too wished to get some action in the form of human carnage, though his gut told him the night had other plans for him.
Sinead's place was likely the last thing he'd be doing this evening, and he silently grumbled at the thought of going home on an adrenaline rush with no release.
Enzyme


Sable Sherman
Sable had been enjoying a quiet evening. From her left, music played softly, and to her right on a side table was a glass of wine, which she sipped slowly. Outside, she could hear the pitter patter of rain, and leaning back in her chair, she smiled. After a long day at work, it was evenings like this Sable enjoyed. Her hair was still near perfect, but after working all day some curls had gotten fuzzy and strands worked themselves loose. She didn't much care though, she was a working woman, and with that not many other women in her field could look as immaculate as herself on a daily basis. Her hands were free of grease from the day, as she'd spent a half hour before scrubbing every speck off.
She'd been ridiculed by her male coworkers for being a woman, constantly being hit on and taunted with demoralizing comments. It was interesting, she thought, that a woman welding and fixing aeroplanes better than any man made them so insecure. She'd learned to ignore the comments from youth, but nothing stopped her from being irked by the nerve some men had in suggesting she be tending to her family or any other silly notions they'd conjured in their heads. Thinking on it, Sable snorted, sipping more wine and smoothing out her dress, which she'd bought just a week earlier. The skirt of it ruffled in all the right places, she thought, and accentuated her body type. Sighing, she stood, suddenly in a dancing mood. Kitty wasn't home it seemed --- out chasing a case probably -- and being bored, Sable decided to dance. She swirled around the living room, dress skirt spinning around her body and swaying to and fro. Her small feet carried her in circles on the floor as she softly hummed to the music, dancing with an imaginary partner.
A joyous smile crossed her lips. She was happy.

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[Lazy Taco]

Luca turned to look as Kate left and James entered. So he had brought some of the members? He wondered what happened? He stood up before walking toward him, leaving the glass of liquor on the table. "James Quid accidit?" He questioned him before he remembered that James was the one who didn't understand him when he spoke in Latin. "So what has happened James? Did something happen to one of our members?" That was always a question he had to ask first in case any of the Sullivan kid or his boss had been hurt. "Or has a been a meeting been called by the boss?" Misty Gray

 

[Misty Gray]

Conor Sullivan ​

As Emmet got out of the car, Conor could see straight away that his father was pissed off. He turned to his friend and told him to go back inside the pub, figuring this wasn't for anyone else's ears.

"Heard what?!" Conor worriedly asked, unaware of what had happened to Sinead. "What's happened. Are Sinead and Lucy okay?" His concern was genuine as he cared deeply for his sisters.

When asked if he'd pissed off the Romanos, Conor detected the severity in his father's voice. "I..." he began, before standing up straight and adopting a more confident tone. "Yeah, I've pissed them off. They've realised they don't own this city and their own men are willing to betray them." He could tell his father was furious but he still finished with a shrug. Vinnie was finally losing some of his power, as far as Conor believed.

Foxy

 

[Foxy]

Emmet Sullivan
At Conor's words Emmet's brow furrowed and he clenched his fists, body tense, muscles trembling.
Luckily though, it seemed Conor had no direct involvement in the issue.
"Someone started a fire at the bakery." Though his voice was even, as he said the next sentence his words wavered. "Someone was killed in Sinead's dressing room. Likely the work of the Romanos."
Emmet boiled with anger as he said it again, the words like reminders that this wasn't a dream.
Looking around the streets as the rain slowed its downpour, Emmet motioned towards the car, his hip flashing with the barrel of a gun as a streetlight reflected off the cold metal.
"Let's talk."
Without waiting for an answer, Emmet opened his door, sitting inside and starting the car, which hummed to life, the loudest sound in a dead street. What a wonderful night for trouble, he thought. The mood of the evening matched Emmet's grim attitude, and he was actually glad it wasn't too pleasant of an evening.
Misty Gray

 

[Misty Gray]

Conor Sullivan ​

Conor nodded when his father mentioned what had happened at the bakery. "Yeah, that was a message for me. Vinnie found out Paolo had been working with me behind his back." When he heard what had happened with Sinead, he momentarily felt sick. "I think that was because of me too," he admitted. "Shit! Is she okay?" he asked. He'd just been telling Giorgio how their sisters were innocent in all this and all the while the Romanos were getting at Sinead. He felt like going back to the casino and headbutting Giorgio.

Conor got into the passenger side of the car, tossing his wet hat onto the back seat. "I can't believe those bastards have involved Sinead in this. I suspect they aren't finished. They certainly won't be when they realise what else I've been doing..." he trailed off. Intercepting their shipments hadn't been all and Vinnie would soon realise he'd lost some of his cars too.

Foxy

 

[Foxy]

Emmet Sullivan
Emmet stared at his son momentarily then smiled.
"Regardless of if your actions have spurred them on, they need not have involved Sinead in our business." His grin was wicked, that of a madman and a genius. "We have some planning to do Conor. We have to strike back in a public manner, to show them that our family is not to be messed with."
Emmet put the car in drive, slowly pulling away from the curb as he spoke to his son.
"If you don't mind then, perhaps we go home, talk to Sinead and get her safety covered, and tomorrow morning we gather several of the gang and start figuring out how the hell we're going to get the thorn in our sides out."
Emmet scowled at the thought of Vinnie enjoying a drink as he sat with his closest people, plotting Sinead's evening. Why they'd target her was beyond him. Emmet was no honorable man, but he wouldn't ever threaten a woman unless she'd personally caused him trouble. It was unlikely Sinead had ever took a crack at the Romanos, and for that he was furious. Family before all, and he vowed that soon, Romano blood would be spilled.
He'd have a real feud on his hands, that smug bastard Vinnie.
Pulling into their home's driveway, Emmet pulled open the door for Conor, and called for Sinead as he opened the door.
Misty Gray

 

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Location: Romano Residence
Interaction: Misty Gray
Mentioned: neverbackdown Foxy
Actions: She is standing in front of her father

Alena watched as her father ordered his goon to go outside and wait for further instructions. Alena saw that the man gave her a slight look before he left her and her father. Alena really didn't want to have this conversation with her father. It was a bit pointless, but she did see where her father was going with this conversation. Nobody was home, so his voice boomed throughout the house. Alena tilted her head slightly, "You think they will view me as a whore?" She said a little taken back. Alena hated this word and it left a nasty taste in her mouth. Alena shot a glare at her father and stood her grounds to stand up to the ruthless man she calls her father. Alena for years as tried to make her father see her as a grown and independent woman, and she tries to please him. Alena does love her father, but sometimes they don't always see eye to eye. When she was younger, her father used to make more time for her. But now that's over and she barely sees him or talks to him since he is always so busy.

Alena let out a slight sigh when he told her never to wear that again, she hated that her father thought she dressed like a whore. When he said that to her, it was as if something pierced her. She was taken back when he told her that. Alena didn't know that her father view her as a whore when she wore those outfits. Alena tried to shrug it off, but it bugged her too much. This would be Alena's second time going out without her father's permission, but she thought that since she was eighteen now, she was allowed to go anywhere she pleased without his permission or supervision. She answered her father a bit coldly, "Monte never tells me anything, and I haven't seen Giorgio today nor Alex. But you should have one of your men go out looking for them," she said to him. Alena was too annoyed, hurt and mad after what her father said about her. She didn't even have the appetite to eat anymore.