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Post by Lylyss on Jan 15, 2016 22:32:19 GMT
"Yeah..." Dean stared glumly at his glass. "Maybe this was a bad idea." _____________
"That's actually not too far from the truth." Madeline huffed. Right now, she figured that she could put on a convince performance of panic. _____________
"Cripes cripes cripes." Jonathan ground his teeth. Rubber squealed, but he mirrored the U-turn. These people had graduated from suspects to criminals. He floored the gas pedal and nosed alongside the runaway car.
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Post by gamemastergrimwarden on Jan 15, 2016 22:53:07 GMT
Michael's beet juice was launched into his face, and across the seats. Cursing under his breath, and tightening his seat belt, he said.
"Thanks for the warning, Jon!" He punched his fellow officer in the shoulder.
Pulling a pistol from his holster, Michael leaned out the window as they gained on the car.
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Post by Starsinger on Jan 16, 2016 1:07:09 GMT
((Here's my charrie:
Name: [Lady] Dorothy Enid Nolan Age: 24
Occupation: English Lady (income from selling her estate [couldn’t afford to keep it up]), Reporter/Columnist –under a male nom de plume
Description: Tall, strongly built, fairly shapeless for a woman. Has the face of a person you wouldn’t want to mess with. Hazel eyes, medium brown hair, bob cut. Generally well-dressed, fond of the flapper style, having been required to wear more restrictive clothing when in England. Is always either wearing a fancy cloche hat, or a slightly scruffy bowler hat that was her husbands.
Personality: Bitter and angry, but charming and alluring when she wants to be. You generally don’t want to get on the wrong side of her. Free in opinions and criticism, rare/slow to praise.
History: Grew up on a British estate, only child, and one of the rare situations where she gets to inherit, rather that the nearest male relative. Married during WW1 and had a couple kids (toddler and baby by the end of the war), husband survives the war –at one point he shouldn’t have come back [only survivor of his group from something-or-other], but dies after of the Spanish influenza, kids die also. –which is why she’s bitter and angry half the time, as she blames him for surviving the war and the ‘killing’ her children. Still wears her wedding ring though.
Inherited the estate just before the end of the war on her father’s death, and money-wise it was already a leaky bath-tub, so to speak, kept losing money on it, and ended up selling after her husband and kid’s deaths, and moving to the States.
Now is a socialite when she feels up to it, but otherwise prefers to spend her time at a speakeasy, having a drink and smoke, and working on some nonsense article for her column thing.
Abilities: Knows how to write a good story. Bend or charm people to her will, depending on her whim.
Weaknesses: Will never admit it, but is lonely –and will still deny the attention, even of someone who would be a potential for her to fall for. Won’t accept help, no matter what, especially from men. Taken to drinking, and smoking.
Notable Possessions: Her wedding ring, her husband’s wedding ring which hangs on a locket that has a photo of her and her husband, and another of their kids, and her husband’s favourite bowler hat. ))
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Lady Dorothy Enid Nolan entered the speakeasy looking far paler than normal, and for the first time missing her bankrupt estate and home back in England. She took a seat at the bar and eyed Harlow, waiting for, rather than demanding, her attention. This gave her time to settle on her course of action, which, she found, was becoming more and more impossible in this cursed country. England had at least the sense to allow it to remain legal for a person to have a drink, which not for the first time caused Dorothy to question her move. The slightly drunk Dean also made for an amusing spectacle.
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Post by Aviar Goldeneagle on Jan 16, 2016 5:43:45 GMT
"You come back here, and I'll find you." Oscar instructed, then turned to survey the situation. Those were his boys. "Ah, now what..." Oscar strode over towards the captive children, surveying them questioningly. "Wot's this all about?" Milton nodded as Oscar turned away, but waited a few moments to see how he'd deal with the newspaper sellers.
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Post by jliessa44 on Jan 16, 2016 15:47:26 GMT
"Can I get you a water then? Sober you up maybe?" Harlow flashed him another grin and then moved over to Lady Nolan. "Can I get you something?" -------- Malachi nodded. "Best lies are truths twisted. Your Ma didn't teach you that?"
"Ma meant it in a different way, I think." Daze rolled her eyes at her brother, turning to look out the window as she reached for a gun that wasn't there.
"You ain't shooting no police, Daze."
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Post by Lylyss on Jan 16, 2016 19:38:29 GMT
Dean started to reply, then clapped a hand over his mouth. Oh no. He twisted away from Harlow. Swallow, darn you! But it was no use. Dean vomited on the woman sitting next to him, some lady in a bowler hat. ______________
"I don't think they have a problem with shooting us." Madeline sank low in her seat, nodding at Michael, who was taking aim at their car.
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Post by jliessa44 on Jan 16, 2016 20:01:27 GMT
"Shooting incriminates us." Malachi slammed on the breaks, half hoping the police would smash into them and the could then escape the wreckage.
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Post by Starsinger on Jan 16, 2016 20:33:00 GMT
"Your strongest hooch. Just a small one." Dorothy made her order without distraction, and then turned a death glare onto the spifflicated individual, attempting to decide what to do with him.
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Post by NightBlade on Jan 16, 2016 21:27:29 GMT
(Time for another charrie. WookieeElf might recognize her x) -Name: Jacqueline "Jack" or "Jackie" McColly -Gender, Age: Female, just turned Twenty -Appearance: Not especially tall or strongly-built, but manages to impose a strong presence. Her choice of fashion is bold but simplistic, rising with the flapper fad. Her fiery red hair is cut at the base of her neck and has a bit of a stubborn wave to it, preventing her from a true flapper's bob. As with her clothing, she keeps her cosmetics simple but bold to highlight her green eyes and prim little mouth. -Personality: Jacqueline is a real bearcat, with a big enough Irish attitude to fill a whole supper club (which she often does). She's feisty and often comes off rather self-centered, but isn't a mean spirit. Often feels sympathy for those worse off, and conversely is easily angered by the rich and prissy. Her sole purpose in life is the chase of fun and excitement, and she's not bad at it. She's a popular presence in most of the local joints and diners, but she talks and jumps from person to person so fast that it's hard for most people to call her their "friend". Illegal activities are prime excitement for her, but she avoids the organized crime scene on account of her uncle. -Weapons/Equipment: Snappy wit and a switchblade. Sometimes packs a little .38 caliber in her purse. -Skills/Weaknesses: Jacqueline can think faster and move faster than most of the dumb-Dora flappers with their high heels. Talks and 'tudes her way out of just about everything. Though she might not notice it yet, she's lonely and has no idea how to make meaningful relationships. In fact she's a tad embittered towards close friendships by other dolls and bimbos she foolishly associated with in the past. She's afraid that her life of fast fun might eventually run away from her. -History: Is niece of the notorious Oscar T. More to be developed. Jacqueline strutted inside of the bar, all excited about something as usual. "... glad this one is still open, two places closed down in a week! One of them burned down today, they say." She was chattering to someone as she came in.
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Post by WookieeElf on Jan 16, 2016 22:33:16 GMT
(( NightBlade XP Nice. Is Oscar T. gonna reply to Jack/Aine?))
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Post by NightBlade on Jan 17, 2016 3:05:51 GMT
(Oh yeah, that.)
One of Oscar's thugs stepped forward. "These ere newsies was lookin to make some news on ya, boss. How about dat?" Oscar stalked over slowly and cocked his head, fixing the kids with one fierce eye. Waiting to see what they'd do, what they'd say.
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Post by WookieeElf on Jan 17, 2016 3:10:17 GMT
Aine squared her shoulders, and returned Oscar's stare. "Well, whaddya gonna do? Murder some innocent kids and get a bad rep?" She was playing with fire, but it was either that or look like a baby.
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Post by NightBlade on Jan 17, 2016 3:43:53 GMT
Oscar glanced from her to the boy briefly, then straightened. He pulled the smoldering pipe from his mouth, then he pulled the newspaper from his coat. Holding the pipe beneath it and letting the flames lick it up, he watched black burning scraps of the newspaper float away towards the smoke of the burnt speakeasy. Then he tucked the smoldering corner in his pocket. Patted it. "A couple o' kids were snooping around the shop and accidentally caught it on fire." He said as he turned back towards his thugs and started walking away. "They've got to be careful or the police will catch em." He gave one more glance over his shoulder at the newsises as he left.
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Post by WookieeElf on Jan 17, 2016 3:48:27 GMT
Aine's eyes widened slightly. She pushed Jack behind her, clenching her hands into fists to hide the fact that they were trembling. "I ain't scared of you or your threats!"
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Post by NightBlade on Jan 17, 2016 4:34:43 GMT
"That's all you've got? Y'aint gonna tie em or anything? Should I do it?" Oscar's henchman pressed as they strode off. "Shuddup." Oscar hissed. "Didn't feel like it. Forget it."
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Post by WookieeElf on Jan 17, 2016 4:41:46 GMT
Aine realized that Oscar was actually letting them go, and quickly dragged Jack down the street by his good arm. She didn't stop until they were around the corner, then glanced back to get one last glimpse of the infamous man. Why would he do that?
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Post by Lylyss on Jan 17, 2016 4:48:11 GMT
Dean gaped at the woman in mute horror. For some reason, one of his mother's admonitions came back, chiming like a bell: Gentlemen offer their handkerchiefs to ladies in distress. This probably wasn't she had in mind. But Dean pulled a hanky from his pocket and offered it to the woman. "I am so sorry." His words were slurred, but earnest. Hopefully the whole stream hadn't landed on her. _____________
As the car squealed to a stop, Madeline gripped the seat. Everything inside of her wanted to fly out the windshield. _____________
Jon yelped in alarm. Only a quick yank on the wheel saved him from colliding with the perps. His patrol car zoomed past, but training took over, and he managed a one-eighty turn. "Alright there, Mike?" Without waiting for a reply, Jonathan slammed the breaks, drew his sidearm and bolted from the car. "Stop right there." He strode toward the suspects. "Hand were I can see 'em."
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Post by Aviar Goldeneagle on Jan 17, 2016 4:55:11 GMT
Milton turned away as the Oscar appeared to let the kids go. Right, he'd try and find out about the thugs Oscar had killed. Looking down at them, he remembered that one of them had said that his boss's name was Benedetto.
Benedetto... Milton knew that name as well. And he knew where he could perhaps find him and get some information to bring back to Oscar... another speakeasy not too far away.
Leaving the bodies he set off at a quick jog down the street.
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Post by gamemastergrimwarden on Jan 17, 2016 6:32:17 GMT
Michael was slammed against the car door as Jon pulled the car in a sudden turn. "Yeah... Yep... I'm-" The car came to an abrupt halt, and Mike was slammed against the dashboard. He sat there for a moment, head against the dashboard, and then with a grunt stepped out of the car and followed after Jon. (( Aviar, you can go to one of Detto's speak-easies if ya wanna get info on the man ))
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Post by Starsinger on Jan 17, 2016 6:49:07 GMT
Dorothy looked at the tiny scrap of material she was being offered. She sniffed in disdain and stood, picking up her coat from where she had it draped across the bar. She walked right past the man, aiming for the bathrooms, dripping vomit from her clothes in a trail behind her.
When she returned, she was carrying a sodden dressed, and wrapped up in her jacket. She took her seat again trying to hide the extra leg that was shown. Her back was turned to the man that was offending her so, and she held herself rigid, waiting for her drink.
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Post by CNGoodhue on Jan 17, 2016 7:08:03 GMT
((I'll get in a reply as soon as I can, guys. I have a busy day tomorrow.))
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Post by Aviar Goldeneagle on Jan 17, 2016 7:40:35 GMT
(( gamemastergrimwarden : haha yeah,I guess that'd be best. But I was going to go to jliessa44's character's speakeasy for some more interaction between characters so I dunno. I'll think about it before my next post. xD.))
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Post by Lylyss on Jan 17, 2016 8:01:17 GMT
((Detto. xD Is that what we're calling him? Not Benny?))
Dean swallowed hard. He placed the handkerchief on the bar, folded into halves, then quarters, then eighths, and tucked it away in his breast pocket. Time to move on. Standing, however, proved difficult. The floor wasn't where he expected it to be. Collapsing en route would be the cherry on top of this disastrous ordeal, so Dean lowered himself back into the chair. "May I please have that water, miss?" He glanced quickly at Harlow. "If it's not any trouble."
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Post by NightBlade on Jan 18, 2016 22:22:07 GMT
Jane stopped and looked around the bar. "What, you all drunk deaf?"
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Post by Aviar Goldeneagle on Jan 18, 2016 23:07:01 GMT
Milton walked into the speakeasy owned by Edmund Madoc and made straight towards the counter.
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Post by Lylyss on Jan 19, 2016 4:42:23 GMT
Milton walked into the speakeasy owned by Edmund Madoc and made straight towards the counter. A fish-eyed, mongrel of a man stared at Milton from across the bar.
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Post by jliessa44 on Jan 19, 2016 17:42:13 GMT
((Sorry y'all. I have limited wifi, so that forces me to mostly lurk. :/ ))
Harlow's eyebrows raised at the influx of people. She had a water to Dean and Dorothy's drink set down at her spot quickly. She gave Dean another worried glance, and then moved to serve the others. "I'll be back with you in a moment, hon." --------- Malachi gave Madeline an apologetic glance. "Sorry, doll."
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Post by Lylyss on Jan 19, 2016 18:23:17 GMT
((It's totally fine, Liessa. :) We've all been there.))
Dean nodded, sipping his water. Felt horrible going down. Like his throat was ripped and rocky. ____________
Madeline ground her teeth. "Just don't say anyth--" "I'm not playing around here!" The policeman shouted, his sidearm swiveling to each bootlegger alternatively. "Hands where I can see 'em!"
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Post by jliessa44 on Jan 19, 2016 18:29:52 GMT
Malachi gave Madeline a nervous smile and then held up his hands as he informed the officer where their gun was located. "Sorry for dashing, moment of panic. We's had a rough day."
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Post by Lylyss on Jan 19, 2016 18:49:57 GMT
Great. They had a gun. Jonathan let out an incredulous huff. "Well I'm sorry to say it's about to get worse. Step out of the car. Slowly."
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