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

[TofuMafia]

Kitty trudged up the stairs towards her shared apartment. She was exhausted and just ready to be home. Her day had started shortly after sunrise, and only now was it finally winding down. She glanced down at her watch. It was fairly late, but there remained a chance Sable would still be awake. Since both women worked during the day (and sometimes night), they often used their evenings as a chance to catch each other up and spend time together.

Although she was initially anxious to get inside, Kitty stopped just short of throwing herself through the doorway when she heard a few lilting notes from the radio slip through the keyhole. She slowly turned the knob and peered in through a small crack. She grinned and opened the door wider when she realized that Sable was very much awake - dancing, even.

Kitty leaned against the doorframe, deciding to wait until the other girl noticed her.

Foxy

 

[Ineptitude]

With her clicking three-inch heels, Fortuna entered her apartment room several minutes after leaving The Fox's Den. Closing the ivory door behind her, sharp black eyes carefully swept through the place she had called home these past few years. After confirming that not a single item was out of place from when she had left, she allowed herself to release a soft sigh, just this once, of course.

The hitwoman stood by her doorway for a shortwhile, before she made her way to her phone. With her left hand holding up the receiver to her ear and her right hand dialing a certain number, she waited patiently for someone on the other line to pick up. Once someone did just that, she grinned in a particularly savage manner.

"Yes, this is Fortuna de la Stella, the consigliere of the Romano Family." She spoke into the reciever, casually twirling the cord with her index finger. "I would like to speak to one Louie Duilios, please."

 

[Trignome]

Axel The Englishman Benny
(Mentioned MattS Dylan and Misty Gray Sinead)

The crowds had yet to disperse at the scene of the crime. In fact, it seemed like the sight of people gathered around alongside fire trucks and police cars was drawing the attention of even more civilians, who were crossing the middle of the street to get a closer look at whatever was going on outside what once was a popular Italian bakery. Jon spared a quick glance at a boy who skirted between two slow-moving cars to get to this side of the busy road. He frowned and shook his head. If there weren’t more pressing matters at hand, he’d stop the child and lecture him. Jay-walking was a punishable offence and why was a little boy out this late in the evening, anyways?

“Excuse me? Excuse me!” The reporter waved her notepad in the air with an exaggerated sweep of her arm. “Officer, what exactly have you been doing, if not putting even more civilian lives at risk by failing to arrest the perpetrator of this heinous crime…if you don’t mind me asking?” She smiled and tilted her head to one side in a docile manner, with the tip of her pen poised dangerously close to a fresh page in her notepad.

Jon nodded, carefully considering his next words.

Since he’d reviewed the report before coming to the crime scene, he knew that there wasn’t much substantial evidence of who was behind the arson and the murder, though given the circumstances it seemed the two crimes were linked. However…the arson could have been a feint, especially considering that the interior of the bakery was largely undamaged, so any evidence of the victim and perpetrator(s) activities within the bakery would have survived the fire. Someone with the audacity to kill a man outside of his own store was either very stupid, and the CPD would catch them immediately, or they were smart enough to have set up the fire as an elaborate ruse to distract from any areas in the vicinity that had crucial evidence of the criminal’s identity or relationship to the victim. However, all of this was speculation, and none of it was information that should be provided to the public. It would only fuel a myriad of rumors that would decrease the CPD’s reputation and make it more difficult for the department to work independently and covertly. The lieutenant smiled.

“We’ve made substantial progress towards the arrest of the perpetrator of this crime. As a lieutenant of the CPD, I’ve thoroughly reviewed the reports that were sent immediately following the discovery of the body by one of our patrolling officers.” Jon pulled out a plain business card from one of his inner coat pockets. “I have the distinct pleasure of assuring you, the public, of the imminent arrest of the perpetrator of this crime. I’ve given my statement, but do contact me if you’re interested in receiving accurate and up-to-date information on this case.”

The phone and fax numbers on the card weren’t his own, of course. The reporter would be directed to one of the CPD’s secretaries, who would kindly turn her away with some discretionary excuse about how busy the lieutenant was all day, every day. It wasn’t much of an excuse, considering how rarely Jon stepped away from his work. An officer approached the edge of the police tape; as he approached, Jon recognized the man as sergeant Thawn from the homicide department.

“I see that one of the officers has been waiting to report to me. If you’ll excuse me, I must go speak to him.” Jon immediately stepped over the tape to meet Thawn before he came within hearing distance by the reporter. He ended up stopping the man halfway across the scene of the crime, where Benny also happened to be.

Jon listened to Thawn’s report, his expression becoming increasingly concerned as the sergeant trailed off. It was bad enough that two extremely public murders had happened on the same night. But that the 2nd body was found in the dressing room of a particular Sullivan, whom he just happened to know…the lieutenant sighed.

“Thank you for the report, Thawn. You may return to your duties. Benny,” The lieutenant turned to address the detective. “If you’d prefer to work on this present case, then you know where to go for a lead.”

Immediately, Jon walked to the side of the street and raised a hand to hail a cab. The Fox’s Den was a notorious place to get information on the Romanos, but if Benny chose to go to the Whistler’s Jazz Club instead…Jon wondered if he should wait for the detective to finish his investigation.

No, the detective had his car and Jon needed to get to the other scene as quickly as legally possible. If Sinead was involved, despite her lack of a criminal record, some of the CPD officers would take this chance to start trouble with the Sullivan gang. Jon hoped that Brigsby was still at the club and would keep the young woman safe.

 

[Misty Gray]

Conor and Sinead Sullivan​

Conor was relieved when his father said it wasn't his fault Sinead had been dragged into things, but he still felt guilty. He had been warned. When Emmet said they needed to plan how they were going to strike back, a smile crept onto Conor's face. He'd wanted to do this for a long time and now his sister had been harmed, his desire for retaliation was only growing.

Sinead heard her father call her name as the front door was opened. She quickly sat up on the couch and looked to see her brother was there too. She shot up to her feet and rushed over to the two men, giving no warning before slapping Conor hard across the face. Why was it that his sister's slaps always hurt more than being punched by a man? She had a knack of making his face sting. He didn't budge or show much reaction, deciding to let Sinead do what she needed first. "You bloody eejit!" she yelled at her brother. She then paused and wrapped her arms around him for a tight hug. That was the thing about Sinead. She never hid her anger with her family, but she soon forgave them.

"Dad and I are going to sort this. Vinnie won't get away with dragging you into things," he assured her, keeping a brotherly arm around her shoulders after she ended the hug. He then looked to his father for him to speak.

Foxy

Vincenzo Romano​

Vinnie knew he'd upset his daughter by suggesting people might think wrong of her for her choice of clothing, but he had to make her see where he was coming from. "I think some men will, yes. I don't want anyone to look at you disrespectfully, Alena. How am I supposed to protect you when you sneak out and wear such revealing clothing?" his voice had softened, but he was clearly still unhappy. Her mother would have a more tactful way of saying what he had said, but she was away so this had fallen on to his shoulders to deal with. "When you're 28 or even 38, I will still want to protect you. Things are getting dangerous and I need to know where my girls are at all times." He sighed when she continued to speak coldly towards him. "I've already sent some men out to find Alex. She's going to be in trouble too, so don't think I'm singling you out. Monte and Giorgio can look after themselves." He was about to stop pressing her for answers but was aware she hadn't addressed his questions. "So where have you been?" he asked again.

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One of the goons who had tried to get Alex to leave the casino to be taken home approached Giorgio. The bulky man didn't look at all amused, knowing Vinnie had been very clear in his orders. "Giorgio," he began, glancing back to Alex. "Your father has asked me to take Alex home, but she's refusing. He wants her home, regardless of who she is with. Is there any chance you can talk to her before I have to drag her out?" he asked. "Your father is in the worst mood," he added.

neverbackdown M MiladySolo Mooriot

 

[Foxy]

Emmet Sullivan
Emmet watched Sinead slap Conor, and let an amused smile play across his thin, worried lips. Despite everything, they were still a family. Looking at Conor, a spike of regret shot through him. His son may think he started it all, but it was Emmet who had dragged his own family into this life. For but a moment, Emmet thought about his old friend Johnny, a best friend who'd stepped out of the gang life for his family. Emmet had been furious at the time, but now, seeing his own family hurt yet again, he understood his old friend just a bit more.
Focusing back on reality, Emmet pulled off his jacket, hanging it on a coat hanger, ignoring the puddle that it was making on the ground.
"We'll go to your apartment tomorrow morning and get your stuff." Emmet said, eyes intense as he looked at Sinead. "This is by no means permanent, but at least for a couple days you will be safer here until we can get things sorted out. Does that sound reasonable? Also, have you eaten?"
Emmet wasn't an overly emotional man, but having his daughter safe at home made him a little less sick to his stomach, knowing he could care for her and fix his mistake this time. Or at least give the Romanos a taste of their own medicine that he'd hope turn them away from hurting his family.
Misty Gray

Sable Sherman
Sable's mind was immersed in the music, and as always, the world melted away around her. Most of the time's she'd keep her eyes closed as she danced, though she'd done so so often that despite not being able to see, she knew the room around her well enough to not hit random objects. When the song ended, Sable stopped, giving a curtsy to an imaginary audience with an amused little laugh. Popping her eyes opened, she smiled wide when she saw Kitty.
"Kitty!" She exclaimed, "I'm afraid you've caught me dancing again."
Sable motioned to the empty couch.
"My audience was most large tonight." She let out a playful laugh, sitting down on said couch. "How was your evening? Would you like anything to eat? I made pasta so if you want those leftovers I'd be happy to get them for you."
Sable was curious about her friend's evening, as she was rarely out late herself. Too many obnoxious drunks wandering the street trying to get in her skirts. Besides, she could enjoy good company during the day or in her own home, and had a large liquor cabinet for the long days. Looking at Kitty, she picked up the wine bottle, offering it silently.
TofuMafia

 

[Maxilgal]

Maite

Returning to her post, she saw the pretty woman was still there. Her hair was down now, cascading like ripples down her back. Maite, after 3 years of bartending, could tell when someone wanted a drink. Pouring slowly, she handed the alcohol to the girl.

“I’m not used to seeing new faces, especially such pretty ones in here.” She smiled broadly. Maite knew she was playing a dangerous game, walking on a thin rope flirting with Violeta, but it had been a long week and she needed something to pick herself up.

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Danny

“The couch is fine. Ander...Ander...you can go to bed now.” The sleepy Basco nodded, slumping past Lloyd with nothing more than a groggy wave as Danny shook his head. He smirked and gave a light laugh as he tossed Lloyd a pillow. Sticking his head out the window, he called down to Maite in French. “I’m done for tonight, if you don’t need me.”

“I’m alright.”

“Ok, night then.” He slipped back and, lowering himself into the armchair by the door, gave a low sigh. “Now that we’re in a more private place...yeah. Maite has given me an ultimatem. Either we go clean, or she starts overseeing the drop offs and pickups.” He took out a cigarette and lit it, taking a long drag. “Don’t tell Maite I smoked in here, she’d kill me.” He gave Lloyd a cheeky smile, cigarette held firmly between his teeth.

Foxy

 

[Foxy]

Violeta Reyaz
Violeta graciously accepted the drink, curling her hands around it as if she were cold and the drink was a warm cup of cocoa.
"Thanks for the compliment I suppose. I'm not around this area often with all the..." Violeta trailed off. She'd meant Romanos, but there wasn't a chance in hell she'd be telling Maite about her position with the Sullivans. Instead, she lowered her voice and continued. "... Gang activity."
She averted her eyes, staring at the floor blankly.
If anything, through the years Violeta had learned to be a good liar, and hoped Maite wouldn't be suspicious.
Straightening, she looked at Maite again, appreciating the young woman's soft facial features.
"I'm afraid I've forgotten your name." She said softly, trying her best not to sound awkward. It was embarrassing indeed to have already forgotten the barmaid's name. Of course, with everything going on that evening and the tight nervousness in her chest, Violeta couldn't much think straight. She was in enemy territory with a woman who she actually liked; one that most likely was affiliated with the Romanos.

Lloyd Castellano
Lloyd nodded graciously to Danny, fumbling the pillow for a moment before securing it safely in his hands, tossing it against and armrest and flopping down on the couch. Somewhere between the door and the couch he'd shed his jacket, but he didn't care much to look. He'd grab it in the morning assuming Maite didn't nab it and scold him for leaving it on the floor.
"She's a strong woman." Lloyd mused, hands behind his head as he stared at the ceiling, eyes lazily tracing the lines the craftsman had made making it. He turned over towards Danny, clutching the pillow. "I'd never tell a soul you smoked in here."
His eyes twinkled mischievously as he winked at his friend playfully. Yawning, he rolled back over towards the ceiling.
"What are you gonna do then?"

Maxilgal

 

[sprouhtt]

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

Alena looked around for a second before turning her direction to her mother. "I was not sneaking out," she tells him as she walks over to her father and stands closer to him. Alena understood where her father was coming from, but she loves her body and she feels comfortable in what she wears. It makes her stand out from the crowd, but if her father despises what she wears then she wouldn't wear it anymore. Alena wanted to make her father proud of her, but if he viewed her as a whore, then that was something she wanted to change. Alena let out a slight sigh. Alena felt as if Monte didn't pay any attention to her, so she never bothered speaking to him or bothering him. Which is why she always went to her sister Alex and her other brother Giorgio because she felt more comfortable with them.

Alena knew this conversation wasn't over because her father proceeded to ask her more questions, "I was going to the to The Fox's Den to get something to eat, but then I lost my appetite." She told her father. Not telling him that she ran into Kitty since Alena didn't feel the need to bring up that pointless conversation. Alena waited for her father to dismiss her, but she knew that it was going to be a long time before she could go. "You were talking about dangerous events that might happen? What is going on with that?" She asked him.

 

[Enzyme]

Angel pressed the silenced handgun against his chest, the silencer still burning hot from the three discharges. Shifting the master key inside the door, a creaking sound erupted as the door slowly slid open.

The two of them moved inside the penthouse, filled with plenty enough valuables to be considered a palace. "Grab what you want," Angel moved for the umbrella again the wall, picking it up from the nose like a bat, "break what you don't." With a hefty swing, he sent a vase on the counter flying toward the wall. The vase shattered into millions of pieces, scattering around the apartment.

Foxy

 

[Maxilgal]

Maite

Maite felt her heart beat faster, her body tense slightly and warm to an almost uncomfortable degree. “Don’t worry, I don’t let anything happen in my bar.” She gave a small smile as she waved a few customers goodbye. It was emptier now. Only some regulars who had waited out the stream of partygoers to leave for the next bar. She took a beer to a man on the end of the bar, but didn’t pay him much attention. She instead returned her interests to the girl. “Maite. Maite Azarola…” She looked back at the girl’s hands, looking them over slightly. “Where do you box? I’ll have to come watch one of your fights…” She tried to think of what to say next. It had been so long since she’d flirted, she couldn’t remember what to do. “Are you...are you an evening girl...fond of twilight and hours after dusk?” She mentally wanted to bang her head against the bar and die a slow, painful death of bleeding out on the floor. That would be more palatable then what she was saying.

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Danny

“Whatever she says, I suppose. Listen...I know you’re Romano, damn it you’re his boy’s best friend but I need this to stay between you and me alright?” He sat back, worry washed across his face like paint on a wall. “She...she’s been talking about leaving. Upping and moving to San Francisco..” He pushed his curly hair away from his face, revealing the slightest hint of a watery eye. He quickly blinked it away though. “She’s knows how I feel about Vinnie...he’s dangerous to our family, my family.” He took another drag and rubbed his tense face. “Maite is smart, she knows it too. Lloyd, I’m scared that he’d find us a...us a weakness, a liability to his business. One wrong move and my family could get seriously, seriously hurt. And there’s nothing I can do about it.

Foxy

 

[Misty Gray]

James Porter
​

James glanced to Kate as she left, but his face remained unchanged. She was an interesting one, shifting between all of the gangs without anyone batting an eyelid. Perhaps she was as genuine as she had people believe, but James was a suspicious man, so he was never quite sure what to make of her. He'd prefer if she'd just pick a side and stay loyal to it. Regardless, she didn't concern him right now. James approached Luca at the bar, giving a nod to the barmaid to signal he wanted his usual pint of beer. He'd been driving all evening, so was the most sober person in the pub. "Word on the street is the Romanos have been provoking us. The body Sinead found and the bakery murder - they're getting very personal. So I think the boss will be needing us very soon. Bringing Sinead into this means we're probably going to be pretty busy over the coming days." James had also seen Conor walking with Alex to the casino earlier, but he wasn't going to mention that to anyone. Part of him wondered if Conor was being cunning by spending time around one of the Romano daughters. James certainly had no qualms with dragging Vinnie's daughter into it, even without Sinead being targeted first.

Lazy Taco

Sinead and Conor Sullivan​

Sinead frowned when her father said she'd be staying with them for at least the next few days. She enjoyed her independence and now felt like she was going to be babysat, just like being at the jazz club with Sullivan members watching her. Her frustrations didn't mean she was an idiot though and if they'd already left a dead body for her to find, there was genuine cause for her family to be concerned. She very reluctantly gave in. "Yes, I'll need to go to my apartment to get some clothes," she agreed. All of her best dresses she wore for work were there. "Of course it's reasonable considering what happened tonight."

"Don't pretend you don't miss us," Conor said, picking up on her apprehension. "You know you miss our games," he said, ruffling her hair in an attempt to lighten her mood. "I'm going to stay here just to wind you up." He grinned at his sister, remembering how they'd always play jokes on each other when they were younger. Conor tended to crash wherever there was a comfortable bed or floor, including his apartment above the Emerald, but his family home was his favourite place.

"Don't make me slap you again," Sinead told Conor. Although she was clearly joking, her voice didn't have it's usual feisty tone to it. She looked to her father when he asked if she'd eaten and she quickly shook her head. "No, I haven't eaten since breakfast," she admitted. "Have you?" She did miss being around her family; her father and brother were managing to make he feel much calmer and safer than she had been earlier.

Foxy

Vincenzo Romano
​

Vinnie let out a deep and controlled breath as Alena spoke. "You didn't consult me before you went out, so you were sneaking out, as far as I'm concerned." He could still see she was hurt by what he'd said about her clothes, so began speaking to her in a calmer tone. "You're my beautiful daughter and you don't need to wear dresses like that to show it." When she said she was going to the Fox's Den, he simply nodded his head. At least she had been going somewhere he approved of, if she was telling the truth. "Things are going to get a little intense over the coming days. The Sullivans have been causing trouble and I've sent the some warnings to them, in return. I have no doubts they'll retaliate against us," he told her, deciding to tell her the truth in hopes she'd feel comfortable being honest with him in return. "Which is why I need to know where you are."

Deciding he'd done enough in terms of expressing his anger, he wanted to lighten the mood a little. "You brought some takeout home. Are you going to share it or not?" he asked her, allowing a smile to creep onto his face.

sprouhtt

 

[sprouhtt]

Location: Romano Residence
Interaction: Misty Gray
Mentioned: N/A
Actions: She is in the dining room eating her food.

"Well nobody bothered to tell me that you were out, and plus I was a bit hungry. I didn't see anything wrong in that," she told her father. Alena didn't mean to cause her father to worry about her nor did she mean to cause trouble with him. Sometimes she is stubborn, but living in a house where she and her sister are outnumbered by the men that are living here is quite overwhelming and not to mention when her mother isn't around as well. Alena did feel a bit uneasy when he told her that they had sent the Sullivans a warning, and how the Sullivan's will very likely retaliate. Alena smiled just slightly when he told her she was beautiful, but that won't make up for how he said he viewed her.

Alena did hear her stomach growl, so she looked up at her father when she was done looking at her stomach. She let out a slight chuckle, "Sure. It was a good thing I ordered a lot," she said to him as she walked right past him and she began walking into the kitchen. When she got there, she took out two white plates from the cabinet and took the food out of the bag. She began separating the meal out and giving equal amounts, and then she grabbed a fork and set it aside as she brought the food over to the dining room. "I put yours on a plate in the dining room, if you want to come and get it." She told him loud enough for him to hear. Alena took a seat and said a few prayers before she ate her food. Alena was usually the one to cook dinner whenever her mother wasn't home, so she knew that tonight she would not be eating dinner so she had to see what she would cook for her brothers and siblings.

 

[Lazy Taco]

Luca gritted his teeth after hearing what James told him. "Maybe they are trying to provoke us into starting a war between us two, that way if one of gets caught, the others can pit the blame on us." He said to him while taking out a cigar and lighting it. "The body and burning of the bakery may just be a warning yes, it was a warning for Sanead to learn what we do, that is if she doesn't know or....." He stopped to look at him with a serious look. "They are targeting her because maybe she has a significant role on their plan to take us out." That was just a guess, but considering that he knew how the Romano's were, he wouldn't put it pass him for them to be sneaky little asshole. Misty Gray

 

[Foxy]

Emmet Sullivan
Emmet's anger eased as he watched Conor and Sinead interact. His anger was strong, but not so strong as to blur out the affection he held for his family. In all honesty, Emmet was happy Sinead and Conor were home. The big house had felt empty lately in the absence of his wife, who was on vacation. He figured it was better off, but he'd sent her off for a long period of time to keep her as far away from danger as he could.
At Sinead's admission, Emmet frowned.
"I've had lunch but not dinner. How about I make you some dinner?" He smiled at her, though the fact he'd be making food was moreso an excuse to think. "What would you like? It'll be like the good 'ole days."
These days Emmet found himself out more often to eat, and relished the idea of making a homemade meal for someone else. He realized then, so caught up in business, he hadn't thought much about his other daughter, who was also out and about on her own. Ignoring the thought, Emmet gripped Conor by the shoulder, motioning for Sinead to follow so she could give him an answer and he could prepare the ingredients. Leaning down, Emmet whispered in a low voice for Conor to find James and Luca so they could have a chat that very evening. Nodding at Conor, he glanced back at Sinead.
"You coming?"

Misty Gray

Violeta Reyaz
Violeta's nerves were on edge when she looked at Maite, and suddenly felt nauseous.
"Maite..." Her words trembled a bit and she bit her lip. "I-I just practice. I've never fought anyone..."
She clenched her fists. This had been a bad idea alright. Standing up suddenly, Violeta knocked her glass off the counter, feeling claustrophobic even though the bar had emptied significantly since she'd arrived.
Brown eyes wide, Violeta looked like a caged animal, one who'd just made a mess.
Grabbing fistfuls of hair, Violeta looked positively on edge, backing away from the bar.
"Shit. I am so sorry." She looked a little lost and sad, and with one last look at Maite, bolted from the bar, running into the alley, sitting against a brick wall and crying.
She wasn't usually an over emotional woman, but everything together had set her off. Between Angel, the Romano's and Maite she'd been overwhelmed. Near hyperventilating, tears and rain streaming down her face, Violeta was nowhere near the tough gangster she'd built herself up to be. After a few minutes, the panic calmed, and Violeta breathed peacefully, rubbing her slick knuckles with her right hand. She liked Maite. But there was no way in hell, she decided, she'd be running back into the bar looking like a mess to tell the barmaid where she might be able to find her. So with that, Violeta relaxed, lit a lone cigarette from her jacket and closed her eyes, the smoke dancing around raindrops as she exhaled.
Maxilgal

Lloyd Castellano
Lloyd nodded to Danny.
"Hey I may be his best friend but I ain't no snitch."He chuckled, turning again towards his friend. "Vinnie's a dangerous man. I'm the kind to stay only because I got nothin' here to hang on to. My family is this gang, ya know? I ain't got no one to protect so if I'm one of ol' Vinnie's pawns so be it."
Lloyd stared intensely at his friend before lowering his voice considerably.
"If you did stay, I'd give Vinnie a run for his money if he ever threw your family away like garbage." It was a dangerous game to speak against the Romano's, who he'd been so close with all his life. Lloyd didn't particularly care, he wasn't a great fan of them anyway, but they were the last family he had left. He closed his eyes, focusing on the murmur of activity emanating from downstairs. Drowziness washed over him, and for a moment he fell asleep, though he woke again with a jolt, popping one eye open to look at Danny.
"Let me know what you decide. If you're moving I'll help get ya out safe." His voice was rumbling, getting tired as he spoke, and finishing the sentence, Lloyd passed out, one arm wrapped around a pillow, the other slung on the couch. He snored softly almost immediately, head wrapped in fantastic dreams for the duration of the night.

Monte Romano
"Don't mind if I do." Monte grinned, immediately pocketing several handfuls of jewelry from a box. Looking around, he was happy to find a blunt object in the form of a candlestick, which had been tossed in a corner to be ignored. The weight felt even in his hands and he grinned wildly. As he and Angel made their way throughout the room, plundering and destroying things, Monte felt a surreal feeling of peace settle within his figuratively cold chest. It was like a chaotic dance, the two making quick work of what had once been a nice apartment. Nothing felt better than the weight of a candlestick in hand connecting with several expensive looking mirrors and paintings as well as vases.
Once the sounds of demolition ceased, and the last piece of glass had shattered on the floor, Monte permitted himself a smile. Throughout the whole thing, he'd worn an even, perhaps even bored expression, but now, beaten weapon in hand, the Romano son looked pleased with himself. Straightening his shirt collar, which seemed to be the only thing out of place on his person aside from stuffed pockets, he turned to Angel. As he moved, the crunch of expensive glass and porcelain could be heard underfoot.
"Are we done here?"
Enzyme

 

[Enzyme]

The mangled umbrella flopped against the floor, splinters of wood scattering across the floor. The room looked as if a tornado had singled out the penthouse as it's desired spot to mangle and destroy. The curtains were torn, the tables were smashed, the jewelry was absent, any piece of equipment was rendered useless.

Picking up his boot, he used his gloved finger to scrape off a piece of Mickie's brain matter. He used the blood sponge like a paintbrush and the white wall like a canvas. "Do you feel safe, Sinead?" The words read, covering the wall from the living room to the kitchen. "Just about." Angel responded, looking to the large mirror resting opposite the door way. Angel inspected himself, grinning at how intimidating they looked. He moved for the book weight on the table, gripping it like a baseball. With the snap of his wrist, the book weight collided with the mirror. The shards of glass rained down to the wood floor like a waterfall of debris.

The two of them moved into the hall, the atmosphere almost completely undisturbed by the havoc. The dinging sound of the elevator repeated in an annoying manner. It was produced by the fact that the doors couldn't close, due to Mickie's hand be strewed over the sensors.

They moved quickly down the flight of stairs, pushing past people who were forced to walk to their rooms. The outside rain cleaned away the blood on Angel's gloves and the sins from his mind. Just like that, they had left the scene.

Foxy

 

[Bellz]

Foxy Misty Gray
Lucy tapped her finger against her glass as the car came to a slow stop in front of the house. She had been informed that her sister may have been in danger and was sent back to her house. Bringing the clear glass of gin to her lips, she let the liquid pore down her throat. Her eyes slide close and the door opened. "Ms. Sullivan." A man's voice said and she glanced at him as if he just committed a terrible crime. "I have told you time and time again to call me Lucy." The young blonde grumbled before taking his hand as he guided her from the vehicle. "That will be all." She said in a cool and calm voice before walking towards the front door of the home her family lived in. She opened the door and raised a dark blonde eyebrow at her family, who seemed to be having some sort of moment in the middle of the entry way. She smiled the slightest bit at the scene before moving to hang up her fur coat and crossing her arms. "I heard that there was some sort of emergency." One could hear the same tone her father used if they listened closely. "Looks like everything is okay now?" She questioned before moving towards the liquor cabinet and pulling out a glass. Drinking was something she did a lot as of recently. Cigars and cigarettes were starting to give her a nasty cough and well, that wasn't very appealing now was it? She opened a glass bottle with the pop of a cork and poured herself a reasonable amount of alcohol. After a moment she joined the small gathering and looked between them, "What have I missed?" ​

 

[Misty Gray]

Conor and Sinead Sullivan​

When her father asked what she wanted to eat for dinner, Sinead stood thinking about what she fancied eating. She was automatically going to ask for a salad, but she realised her father was wanting to cook something properly. As she was mulling over what should have been an easy question, Conor and Emmet started walking to the kitchen.

Conor looked to his father as the older man gripped his shoulder. He nodded his head to confirm he would go find the two men. Luca would probably be at the pub, but he hoped James wasn't driving around like he often did.

"How about chicken?" Sinead brightly asked, as she opened the refrigerator door to see what was inside. She would have said steak, but thinking of the bloody red meat had put her off that one.

As Conor was about to leave, Lucy entered the house and spoke to them whilst she retrieved some liquor from the cabinet. "I'm just heading out to find Luca and James. I'll let dad explain," he told her. Whether she liked it or not, Conor placed an arm around her shoulder and swiped a quick drink from the glass she'd just poured. "I'll be back soon!" he said, rushing off out before Lucy could shout at him.

"Hey, Lucy," Sinead said, sending her sister a warm smile. She decided to let their father explain what had happened as the more she spoke about it, the more detail she remembered about what she had seen back at the club, and how the damp blood on her dress had made her feel sick. Sinead always thought Lucy was so glamorous and so much stronger than herself. So when her father and sister were together, she felt like a kid listening to the two adults talking.

Foxy Bellz

 

[Maxilgal]

Maite

“Violeta? Wait! Goddamnit.” She tore her apron off and followed her out. Maite’s head whipped back and forth down the street, and caught a glimpse of a trail of smoke leading into the Bloody Alley. She walked forward, carefully as to not scare her. “Are you alright? Sorry for barging after you but...sorry it’s just that well...I wanted to be...your friend you know and you got really upset. I know we just met but I have a gut feeling about you...it’s a kind of sixth sense...My brother says I have a good sense of people...and I’m sorry for the comment about...you know…” Maite was struggling for words. Yeah, she was an etxekoandre but that didn’t mean she was the most eloquent with people she just met. “Come back into the bar? I’ll give you something hard. On the house.”

Foxy

 

[Foxy]

Violeta Reyaz
Violeta had sat in peace for just moments before Maite made her appearance again. Looking down, Violeta hid her smile. She's hoped Maite would come out, even if she would never admit it in words.
"I'm alright..." Violeta's voice was soft once again as she looked up once again, forcing smoke from her lungs. It had stopped raining, and now it writhed unrestricted until it dissipated in the cool night air. She leaned back against the wall, kicking her feet out from underneath her so her mangled old boots showed from underneath her long pant legs.
"I'm sorry for making a bit of a scene." She looked at Maite, eyes sincere with worry. "I'll help you clean up the glass if you'd like, but I'd rather not go back in there."
She gave a tense, nervous laugh, pulling up a dark jacket sleeve to reveal an expensive watch.
"It's probably best for me to head home." She stood, simultaneously dropping the remains of her cigarette and grinding them into the pavement with a ruined boot heel. She'd had these boots forever, and while she could afford new ones, she had refused to give these ones up, doing her best to preserve them through all she did. Walking to the end of the alley, she turned back towards Maite with a smile on her face.
"I'd love to see you again." Violeta's eyes were affixed to the ground as she nervously bit her lip. "I'm not sure what your schedule is but I'd be happy to give you my address so we can talk. Or something."
She wasn't much good at talking to people, and was afraid her eagerness to return home would scare Maite away. It wasn't the barmaid's fault at all, no, her nerves were growing with the hour, as there was a higher ratio of Romano's on the street.
Standing in awkward silence for a moment, Violeta eased herself back towards Maite, before finally hugging her. It was probably the most awkward hug Violeta had ever given, but not having much experience with them, she decided it too was not worth worrying about.
Maxilgal

Emmet Sullivan
"Chicken it is." Emmet beamed, turning as he heard the door open. He couldn't deny he was a bit surprised Lucy was there. She, like Sinead, didn't live with Emmet and his wife, and as such, he rarely saw her these days.
"Usual family business." Emmet stated, addressing her last question first. "There had been some... ah... conflict with the Romano's. Someone was killed in Sinead's dressing room at Whistler's, and a bakery caught fire. I'm not so much worried about the fire than I am the message being sent to our family. I'm actually glad you're here. Gives the family some time together. I suppose I should worry about you too."
Emmet was going to speak more when he saw the distant look in Sinead's eyes. Frowning, he turned away from them and began again his march towards the kitchen.
"You hungry too, Lucy?" He called back. "I'm making chicken and whatever else I can throw together."
Upon reaching the kitchen, Emmet rummaged through a large drawer, fingers fumbling around the back of the drawer until they caught on a small box. Pulling it out, Emmet opened it to reveal a single, costly cigar.
"Damn." He muttered under his breath. "Last one."
After debating if he should take it or not, he did, attempting several times to light it before it finally took, glowing with a dull ember light.
Rummaging through cabinets and drawers, Emmet found everything he needed with little difficulty -- It was his house after all.
Turning back he made sure the girls had followed, as he hated cooking alone.
"What have you two been up to?" He asked, pulling the cigar from his mouth as he let the thick smoke curl around his fingers before fading into the kitchen light. "It's been a long time since I've caught up with you two."
The thought made Emmet sad. Caught up in his work, he'd forgotten to touch base with his family, who to him, was the most important thing on Earth. A vision of one of Emmet's handgun bullets in Vinnie's head danced before his eyes, and Emmet absentmindedly put a large hand where his handgun usually hung on his hip.
Misty Gray Bellz

Monte Romano
Monte watched Angel toss the demolished umbrella on the floor, eyes tracing its trajectory all the way across the room. It didn't look so out of place though, as everything around it was broken, shredded and scattered over the entire area.
He winced a bit as Angel wrote. It wasn't so much the gruesome act that made him cringe so much as the thought of getting brain on his fingers. He was no stranger to gore, but even Monte had his limits, and brain was one of them. His upper lip curled in a disgusted sneer, though as soon as Angel turned back to him, Monte re assumed a bored, disinterested expression.
There had been one mirror left untouched, and standing behind Angel, Monte's lips curled into a wicked grin. Gangsters they were, and gangsters they looked. Moments later the mirror shattered, bits raining down on the wreckage scattered all over the ground. Picking up a piece, Monte twisted it in his hands, inspecting the sharp edges and considering the fact he could likely kill someone with a piece of glass like the one he held in his hands. He gave a low chuckle, tossing it to the side and hearing the shard hit something solid before shattering into even smaller pieces.
Shortly after, Monte followed Angel into the hall and towards the elevator. Both men were quite clean; so much so that the trail of wreckage in their wake seemed a paradox.
Monte kicked Mickey's hand as they passed with one spotless black shoe, a devilish grin on his face.
"Pathetic." He spat. Though he hadn't done the work, he envied Angel for being the one who had. Making their way down the stairs, Monte and Angel shoved through the people, making it to the ground floor quickly.
His pockets were lined, and Monte laughed quietly as they made it outside, away from the mess they'd made. Monte clapped Angel on the back.
"I commend you for your work. It would seem you're a valuable asset to my father."
He didn't like admitting it, but the man had skills, many of which Monte didn't have. He was willing to do the dirty, which was why he was in the position he was.
"Any chance you'll return me to my car?"
Enzyme

 

[Bellz]

Foxy Misty Gray
Lucy gave her sister a warm smile in return but scanned her appearance in disapproval. The poor girl looked frazzled,not entirely comfortable with the dangers of being apart of this family she supposed. Rolling her eyes at Conor as he helped himself to her drink, she mutter a few curse words his way before turning to look at her father, who looked surprised to see her.
She had been out and about more than usual, taking care of her own business and what not. But she was glad that she was back at her parents house, feeling like she was home.

"I could eat something." She murmured before bringing the glass to her lips. Walking towards the kitchen, she wrapped her arm around her younger sisters shoulders and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "You could use some alcohol doll, calms the nerves." She smiled softly before watching her father look at the last cigar he had. "Oh here daddy!" Rummaging through her purse momentarily, she pulled out a whole box of cigars and set them on the counter. "I am quitting." She announced, "Gives me a nasty cough."

"And as of recently, I have nothing going on...you should give me some more work to do daddy, let me help you." Concern laced in her voice as she continued to keep her arm wrapped around her sister.​

 

[Misty Gray]

Sinead Sullivan​

When Lucy wrapped her arms around her shoulders and kissed her head, Sinead had to do all she could to stop herself from breaking down in the middle of the kitchen. She knew she had to stay strong so the rest of her family could concentrate on the business and protecting each other. When Lucy suggested she needed some alcohol, Sinead nodded her head in agreement. She'd planned to have a few nice cocktails and have a bit of innocent fun after singing in the jazz club. Now she just needed any alcoholic drink that would relax her. As she felt her eyes brimming with tears, she quickly used the sleeve of her jumper to wipe them away. Right now she hated Vincenzo Romano more than she ever did and part of her might not even care if her family broke some laws to get revenge on him.

Sinead faintly smiled as Lucy placed her arm around her and then looked to her father as he asked what they'd been up to. "I've taken on an extra night singing with the band at the Whistler, and the manager might have some other venues lined up for me. I might accept, but it won't be the same without my good friend Dylan and the rest of the band," she explained. She hoped she hadn't embarrassed herself too much in front of poor Dylan earlier. "And no, I haven't met a nice young man, yet," she joked, though it was usually her mother who would pester her about that aspect of her life.


(Edited as I got slightly mixed up. Sleep deprivation and illness is to blame.)

Foxy Bellz

Conor Sullivan and James Porter​

James nodded as Luca spoke. "Well, they're doing a good job at provoking us and I'll happily kill every last Romano," he hissed. James didn't get too emotional about things, but it still pissed him off to know they'd dragged Sinead, an innocent party, into business. It made him more willing to do the same. "Sinead knows what we do, but she chooses to stay out of it. The Romanos should have respected that."

Conor entered the Emerald and was happy to find both men in one place - it made his job easier. Stopping between Luca and James, he placed his arms around them and let out a chuckle. "Look at this sorry sight. Are you two even drunk yet?" he asked, sensing they'd been having a serious conversation rather than fun in his pub.

"I've been driving and I don't intend on drinking much tonight," James replied, making sure Conor didn't think he was bluffing. The last thing he needed was a night out with Conor so close to last week's messy drinking binge. James had spent all of the next day throwing up.

"Relax, Jim. I actually need you sober," Conor said, removing his arms from around the two men and turning his expression to a serious one. "My dad asked me to come and get the pair of you. He needs you back at the house to discuss business. My car is parked up outside so I'll meet you both back there," he told them.

If Luca hadn't driven to the Emerald, James would offer him a ride to the Sullivans' house.

Lazy Taco

Vincenzo Romano​

Vinnie didn't buy the excuses about Alena not seeing anything wrong with her going out, as he'd told his daughters the rules many times before. He made a mental note to ask their mother to speak to the girls when she was back home. Right now, he didn't want to get angry with Alena again or upset her further. Besides, he needed to save some of his wrath for when Alex returns home.

Whilst Alena began sorting the food out, Vinnie stood by the lounge window and peered outside through the gap in the curtains. The house was heavily guarded and he doubted anyone would dare to bring their issues to his home. Regardless, he always kept a handgun in reach; one currently hooked on the inside of his suit jacket. When his daughter called him to the dining hall, he closed the gap in the curtains and joined her. "Wonderful! Thank you," he said, taking a seat facing her at the table. "We'd best eat this before the others get home an come begging," he joked. "I haven't asked you lately how yours plans with college are going. Have you decide what you want to do about your studies?" he asked. His interest was genuine. He wanted her to succeed and grow wherever possible.

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[Lazy Taco]

Luca expression cold as he though about what he would do to the Romano's if they actually even had the idea of doing to any of the Sullivan kids, especially Sinead. "They would be six feet under if they ever touch her or any of the kids." He told James in harsh tone. "I wouldn't mind showing them that they shouldn't mess with us, after all a message shows that we will attack back if they hurt any of them." He said with an evil glint on his eyes as he leaned forward and stare at James with a smirk. He wasn't one to take things easy when one of the kids was being targeted and if they did that, why shouldn't he target one of their own. "An eye for an eye and a tooth for thing, those thing make our world good." He said to him, before raising an eyebrow when Conor came to them.

"I would be drunk but this alcohol is just like water to me." As an Italian, drinking strong blood was in his blood, so unless they had something stronger, you wouldn't see him get drunk. "So Em wants us for business?" It was really rare for Emmet to send one of his kids to go pick him, usually he sent one of the lowest ranked member. "I would need a ride James, I left my car at home and got a ride from one of our member, I would had contacted you but I didn't know what you we're doing." He had needed a day of relaxation, so he had asked someone to drive him here, something he rare did, usually relying on James to drive him. He stood up but not before downing the drink fast and heading toward the door. "Let's see what this is about." Misty Gray

 

[sprouhtt]

Location: Romano Residence
Interaction: Misty Gray
Mentioned: N/A
Actions: She is eating in the dinning room w/ her father

Alena saw that her father had that suspicious look on his face whenever he wasn't certain of things, and she knows that she lied to him and he might find out. But she didn't want to think about too much or else it would happen. Alena watched as he came in and took a seat across from her. Alena took another bite of her food and she was already in heaven. The taste was dancing on her taste buds, this alfredo was delicious, but it's nothing compared to what Alena can do. The girl is a wizard in the kitchen, and with the chicken alfredo, she makes it extra creamy and delicious. "That is true, haha," Alena said as she let out a slight chuckle before taking another bite. She was surprised to hear her father ask her about what her plans are in furthering her education.

"As far as I know, I want to do something with medicine. But lately, I have been looking into other careers." Alena said as she wiped the corners of her lip with the napkin that was nearby. She set the napkin on her lap as she took another bite. She waited and chewed before she spoke again. "But there is so much that I want to do as well, I want to be a part of the busine-" Before Alena could finish, she stopped what she said and shook her head. She knows that if she continues her conversation, it will only cause tension, and frustration at the table. Alena had brought up the fact that she wants to help out with the family business, but that was years ago and her father told her that it was a man's work.

 

[Foxy]

Emmet Sullivan
Emmet nodded at Lucy, feeling a warmth spread through his bones. He eyed the box of cigars on the counter with a smile. She'd always known his weaknesses.
"Baked chicken, beans and potatoes it is." His smile turned to a grin as he procured several chicken breasts, which he expertly sliced with a long, wicked sharp knife. It was rare Emmet wielded a knife, especially so in the kitchen, but there was something methodical about the blade cutting through flesh over and over. Once satisfied, he moved to the spices, which he made quick work of, coating the chicken in them before adding butter and tossing them in the oven. Satisfied, he leaned against the counter, staring at his girls.
"You know I hate giving you tasks with the family business." He said slowly, trying to remain good humored, though there was an edge to his voice.
"I don't want to end up at either of my daughters funerals." Emmet looked at each in turn, his smile faltering for just a moment before he pushed himself up from the counter, rummaging through the cabinets before gleefully holding up a sack of potatoes. "I promise though, I won't let them get away with this."
Anger rippled through his voice one again, and with a sigh, Emmet slumped his shoulders, his face showing its age.
"I'm happy to hear you're doing well. Your mother would be all over you about finding that nice young man. Ah, but I can wait. Don't need my little girl getting too grown up yet." He gave a weak smile. "Man I'm getting too old for this shit."
Cabinets banged as he searched for an alcohol strong enough to take off the edge. He'd always took attacks hard, but not so much as now, and with his family here, he was finally letting it get to him.
Nothing like dealing with an attack aimed to scare your family to make you feel old, he thought.
Bellz Misty Gray

 

[Bellz]

Foxy Misty Gray
Lucy stayed silent as she listened to her father's answer, her lips formed a tight line and she raised an eyebrow slightly. Her eye color was similar to her father's and they were narrowed in his direction. She wasn't a little girl anymore. It was absolutely boring to sit around and let the men have all the fun. Lucy's lower lip popped out in a pout and she turned to look at her younger sister, who looked terrified despite the fact that she was trying to make small talk, as if nothing had happened to her.
Of course her father would try and teach the Romano's a lesson, but that was too easily expected. She knew that they would never suspect a daughter to be the one to strike them back. A small smirk formed on her lips, one that was signaling that she might not be up to any good. She would definitely need some sort of help, someone she could trust.

James.

A small smile played on her lips as the plan began to formulate in her head. "I will be right back." She murmured to her father and sister before untangling herself from her younger sisters shoulders and walking slowly into the main sitting room. She stared at the front door for a moment, hoping that the driver would walk through the door. After a moment or two of waiting and having no lucky, she moved towards the liquor cabinet once more before pouring another glass and seating herself down. Crossing her legs tightly covered in fishnet stockings, she took a long drink of the bitter alcohol and sighed, looking at the door once more.​