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Post by gamemastergrimwarden on Jan 13, 2016 3:24:38 GMT
(( No kidding XD ))
The first man let out a mangled scream as the switchblade sank into him, he went limp. The second was sent spinning by the force of the bullet, clutching a hole in his gut, he stumbled down the street.
"Benedetto sends his love!" he screamed at the car as it passed by. He slung off a satchel from his back, pulling out a bottle wrapped in cloth, and a lighter. He lit the cloth and hurled the bottle through the speak-easies window.
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Post by Lylyss on Jan 13, 2016 3:25:25 GMT
((Lol. My anyonymous Irishman was still in the speakeasy. xD))
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Post by jliessa44 on Jan 13, 2016 3:32:06 GMT
Daze shrugged and turned forward. "Jus as long as you ain't been kidnapped."
Malachi sped through the nearly empty streets until he felt that they were far enough away to go the speed limit of fifteen miles per hour. His heart was still racing when he left city limits and had to pull over to the side of the road.
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Post by Lylyss on Jan 13, 2016 3:44:11 GMT
Had she? Madeline hesitated. Should have thought this through. While the gangsters were behind her, there was no telling what danger lay ahead. After all, bootleggers weren't known for their altruism. "Sorry about the trouble." She huffed as Malachi pulled over. "Are you still interesting in selling booze to me, or is this going to snuff our relationship?"
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Post by jliessa44 on Jan 13, 2016 3:50:34 GMT
"Leave him be," Daze waved a dismissive hand towards her brother who was bent over the steering wheel and muttering, "he's praying over the lost souls that's done been rubbed out. S'pose we could still sell, but our price done gone up."
Malachi finished his prayer and straightened, running his hand over his chin. His thin lips had thinned out even more as he glanced behind him. "I suppose we might sell," he spoke as though his sister hadnt, "if you've still got a juice joint to sell to."
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Post by Lylyss on Jan 13, 2016 4:09:21 GMT
Praying. Wonderful. If they tried to kill her, Madeline could appeal to religion: Jesus wouldn't want you shoot me. "Oh, they're probably toasting s'mores over my joint as we speak. But I'll get a new place." her lip curled. "They'll soon discover that I don't respond to coercison. As for your price... two dollars a gallon. I can't trust your booze."
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Post by NightBlade on Jan 13, 2016 4:57:15 GMT
(Is nobody concerned about the molotov cocktail?)
Benedetto. Oscar snarled a very vulgar verb directed at Benedetto as he aimed and fired one more bullet at the man's skull. Then he turned back at the flames that would inevitably spread. It was time to distance himself from this mess...but perhaps it would be worth speaking to the individuals he had just assisted first.
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Post by jliessa44 on Jan 13, 2016 4:57:42 GMT
"Costs more 'n that to make it." Daze reached for the gun Malachi had already taken. "Hope you realize we can dump your carcass and sell to someone else. Ain't no one gonna know."
Malachi gave his sister an irritated glance as he set the gun to the other side of him. Then he turned back to Madeline. "We ain't gonna shoot you, but we want at least three dollars a galleon, there is a recession you know."
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Post by Lylyss on Jan 13, 2016 5:16:58 GMT
"I know. But times are hard. The market's tough. You're not operating within a large organization, and very few people will risk buying from loners and offending the mob." Madeline forced herself to relax. "I'm giving you a foothold in the business. Once my speakeasy's up, we can negotiate mass shipments and at a generous price." _____________
((Nightblade: Oops. :P))
Flames sprouted through the windows, roaring like the ocean, licking up the sides of the building.
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Post by gamemastergrimwarden on Jan 13, 2016 5:23:51 GMT
(( Lol, I probably should have made it a bit more clear that Benedetto is the guy's employer! Ah well, he can be named Benedetto tooā¦ maybe their brothers or something? XD ))
The man staggered, a bullet placing itself in the back of his head. There was a thunderous roar, as the cocktail sent fire and smoke roaring from the broken windows of the speak-easy. The man was blown backwards, landing on the pavement with a sickening splat.
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Post by Aviar Goldeneagle on Jan 13, 2016 5:32:37 GMT
Everything had escalated so quickly. Milton growled as the car pulled away and the speakeasy went up in flames. He'd have to find another way of finding out about the bootleggers.
Stepping out warily, he made his way across the street to the man who had killed the last two men. The man had just turned away after blowing out the brains of the man who had exploded the speakeasy. He had his back turned to Milton. Milton wondered who this man was. Perhaps he had a similar errand to his own? But the man certainly seemed... dangerous, so Milton kept his hand upon his gun under his coat as he approached and called out to him.
EDIT ((Wow, I just reread what I wrote there. All the "man"s are confusing. XP))
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Post by NightBlade on Jan 13, 2016 5:44:26 GMT
(@gamey Oh I understood what you meant, I'm assuming he is a rival gang leader or some such. Sorry I made it seem that I didn't get it x)
Oscar turned from the flames, returning the pipe to his mouth, and faced Milton with a scowl--as if challenging him to affirm that he was in fact addressing Oscar T.
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Post by Aviar Goldeneagle on Jan 13, 2016 5:55:07 GMT
Milton stared at the man and decided on his approach. Putting on a smooth, superior voice he said. "You, what's your name?" His finger tightened on the trigger of his hidden gun, wondering if he'd be forced to use it.
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Post by jliessa44 on Jan 13, 2016 6:12:40 GMT
"How do you know we ain't with the mob?" Malachi raised his eyebrow and leaned back with a genial smile.
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Post by Lylyss on Jan 13, 2016 6:51:11 GMT
Madeline blanched. "I just..." Great. The whole point of switching suppliers was to avoid the mob. "I just assumed."
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Post by gamemastergrimwarden on Jan 13, 2016 7:51:43 GMT
(( Here's my first not "completely and totally evil" character I've made, in a long time XD )) Name: Michael Cod Pronunciation: Bob-ee J-oh Gender: Male Age: 36 Occupation: Chicago PD Appearance: Michael is a small, thin man with unkempt, reddish-yellow hair, and light green eyes. Eyes that hold an earnest, frightening light, almost that of a mad man. Lives in an apartment complex, sandwiched between a drug dealer and a amateur brass bandā¦ it shows. Personality: Life hasnāt been so kind to Michael, and the past isnāt something he likes to dwell on. To keep his mind busy, Michael feverishly goes about his day, trying to keep himself as distracted as possible. It's for this, and the lack of a better thing to do, that Michael joined the Chicago PD. He works with Jonathan Likely, as one of the few police that have not been bought off by Armani Benedetto. Weapons: Pistol, police baton Skillz: Michael has picked up quite a few random skills in her fervor to keep himself busy. His training as an officer has turned him into a decent shot with a revolver, and a skilled interrogator... oh, and he can also juggle and swing dance... and sew... Weaknesses: In his rush to get onto the next thing, can sometimes forget the moment. History: (( Iāll get this up later ))
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Post by Lylyss on Jan 13, 2016 9:00:03 GMT
((A couple new profiles in the works. I'm gonna crank one out for Madeline soon, but in the meanwhile, here's a policeman.
Name: Jonathan Likely Gender: Male Age: 28 Occupation: Chicago Police Department Investigator Description: Tall and pale, like a wax taper. Corkscrew curls flop by his ears. There's something carnivorous in his eyes, and his nose is skewed off-center from multiple fractures. Wears a tan blazer, white shirt, red tie. Personality: Do not bribe him. You have been warned. Jon's eyes will suddenly grow overcast, and the would-be-briber will find himself spread-eagled on the hood of a patrol car. Off duty, Jonathan prone to suspicion. He is highly biased, confrontational and notorious for ruining relationships. History: Joined the CPD at the age of eighteen. Served diligently for a decade, but recent events have corrupted his department, and forced Jonathan to take the law into his own hands. Weapons: Standard issue gun, concealed in a shoulder-holster Armor: Wears a bullet-proof vest when warranted by the investigation. Abilities: Crack shot, excellent driver, practiced manipulator. Weaknesses: Prone to snap judgements. Trusts "hunches" more than facts.))
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Post by jliessa44 on Jan 13, 2016 9:08:16 GMT
"We ain't with the mob, so rest easy." Malachi scratched at his head and then plopped his hat back on. "Though, one has to wonder why you're running from them."
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Post by NightBlade on Jan 13, 2016 17:12:11 GMT
Oscar stared at him for a moment, then started striding towards him--pipe clenched in his teeth with a scowl, not saying a word. His hard hazel Scotsman eyes didn't blink, didn't betray his thoughts or intent.
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Post by Aviar Goldeneagle on Jan 13, 2016 20:11:34 GMT
Milton stood his ground, waiting.
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Post by NightBlade on Jan 13, 2016 21:31:28 GMT
Oscar came to stop one step in front of Milton, glowering down at him. He wasn't tall, but this guy was short. "I am Oscar T." He growled in a slight Scots accent around his pipe, puffing some smoke at Milton's face. "And you're on my streets."
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Post by Aviar Goldeneagle on Jan 13, 2016 22:15:24 GMT
Oscar T? Milton stepped back.
Oscar T? He'd heard of this man. He was the boss of another gang, one much like Milton's own. Milton stared at Oscar. He'd have to play this carefully.
"You're Oscar T?" He gestured at the car that was now disappearing rapidly down the street. "If this is your street, then you'd know about those guys supplying the booze to the speakeasy, wouldn't you?" He cringed and paused, shaking his head slightly to clear the smoke swirling around him. That hadn't sounded so good.
From the look of things, it appeared that Oscar had much the same motives as himself. Get rid of anyone supplying the speakeasy so your gang can have all the business. If that was the case, then Milton knew he had to get on the gang leader's good side. Otherwise it could get dangerous.
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Post by NightBlade on Jan 13, 2016 23:53:30 GMT
Oscar just stared at him for a moment and decided that the question wasn't worth answering. He had planned on dealing with that booze joint later, but Benedetto's thugs ended up taking care of that for him. So suddenly he was in no hurry. "And just who the 'ail are you?"
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Post by CNGoodhue on Jan 14, 2016 3:28:52 GMT
When the gunfire ceased, Jack jumped behind the corner and waited for Aine to follow. Took a few breaths and peeked his head out from the alleyway, which gave him a clear view of the street ahead. The man who killed the two thugs and another shorter man were standing in the intersection, weapons drawn. Both looked ready to blow the other one's head off. Wait a second, what was Jack doing hiding out over here? He was a journalist. This would be the perfect scoop, it could get him enough money to buy a whole feast for his family. "Hold on," he said, crawling around the corner back towards the scene.
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Post by WookieeElf on Jan 14, 2016 3:52:20 GMT
"Are you insane?!" Aine hissed, trying to grab Jack's collar and haul him back. "You wanna get your brains blown down the block?"
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Post by Lylyss on Jan 14, 2016 7:05:36 GMT
"We ain't with the mob, so rest easy." Malachi scratched at his head and then plopped his hat back on. "Though, one has to wonder why you're running from them." "I'm not." Madeline firmed her jaw. "I just have principals."
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Post by Aviar Goldeneagle on Jan 14, 2016 7:53:25 GMT
Oscar just stared at him for a moment and decided that the question wasn't worth answering. He had planned on dealing with that booze joint later, but Benedetto's thugs ended up taking care of that for him. So suddenly he was in no hurry. "And just who the 'ail are you?" Noting Oscar's dangerous stare, Milton decided to change tactics. He took his hand off his gun and offered it to the man. "Milton, Milton Harvey. And the reason I'm here is cos I'm looking for a job actually. I was hoping those bootleggers would take me before the thugs scared them away," he looked down at one of the dead men lying nearby. "But if you are indeed the famous Oscar T, and you need a man, then I'd much rather work for you instead!" He kept his hand extended, wondering if Oscar would shake it.
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Post by NightBlade on Jan 14, 2016 13:56:15 GMT
Oscar looked at the hand for a moment, then back at Milton's face as he finished talking. Then, after a second longer, he took the hand and held it firmly--not actually shaking it--all the while keeping his intense gaze fixed on Harvey. "You'll have a job."
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Post by WookieeElf on Jan 14, 2016 15:51:43 GMT
Aine muffled a gasp behind her hand as she watched Oscar and Milton talk. "It's Oscar T..." She whispered. "I sold a paper ta Oscar T.!?" Now her flippant behavior towards the man made her stomach turn. Would he remember?
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Post by jliessa44 on Jan 14, 2016 17:36:14 GMT
"Good for you so do we." Malachi grinned and then glanced at Daze with a small frown. "Well, some of us. Anyway, if you guarantee us further patronage we'll give you half now for two, and half later for three." ------------ Merlin tugged on Aine's shoulder. Speaking quietly, he tried to pull her out of the alley. "C'mon, love. Let's go grab something to eat. Yeah?"
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