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 Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2006 6:27 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2006 6:28 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2006 6:29 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2006 6:31 pm
Positions:
Boss - Cesar Mori - SchwarzKrahe
Underboss - Thakorise Antoniuus - Black Bloody Roses
Consigliere - Viktor Stroskovensky - Trimley
Capo - Avalon Jade Caedo - Yuri Mursili
- Lena Roberi - Kahiea
Soldier - -
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Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2006 6:35 pm
Cesar leaned back in his chair, sipping a dark Bordeaux Merlot from a crystal wineglass. He couldn't stand the French, but damn if they didn't make good wine. He stretched his legs under the heavy mahogony desk, grimacing a little as the joints popped. He was getting old. His forty-third birthday was a few weeks away, and there was no denying a life in this business didn't make one any younger. He pushed his black hair, just beginning to show streaks of silver, back over his ear. It was high time to bring some new blood into this family, he thought. Most of his soldiers had been killed of in the last War. They had won in the end, of course, but he had been to over a dozen funerals, and consoled many wives and children in the past few weeks. He leaned forward again, setting down the wineglass, and propping his forehead on his elbows, staring into space through the surface of the desk. "Yes," he muttered vaugely, as one in a dream, "We need more hands on the wheel. We still have enemies, after all."
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Posted: Wed Mar 29, 2006 6:48 pm
She curled on the couch outside the boss' room. Two men stood at the doorway in and two more sat at the doorway out. She was not intimidated by any of them, they were beneath her. She flipped her hair back and raised her head as someone knocked on the door.
One of the guards stepped out quietly and she put her head back down. The guard returned and cleared his throat. She did not raise her head, but she raised her hand and did a fancy sweeping motion.
The guard stepped out and stepped back in with a teenage boy in tow. She slowly raised her head and glared at him from behind her bangs. He spoke before she could.
"I have to join," he demanded.
"Leave child," she answered apathetically.
"I must join. LET ME JOIN!!!" he screamed.
"Be quiet boy," she demanded. "The boss, the father, the fuhrer is close by. Do not annoy him. Leave."
"I HAVE TO JOIN!!!" he continued to scream.
"Why? Do you want to die? I would never perform initiation on you and no one else will want you initiated."
"I am a man. I want to be a man. My mom won't push me around anymore. She won't tell me what to do."
She looked at him with disgust. She put her head down once more and waved her hand to the guard. There was no movement, then she heard footsteps coming her way. She looked up to face the barrel of a gun.
"JOIN ME!!!"
"No," she said quietly. She slapped the gun away and it slid across the floor. "Leave," she said in the same quiet voice." He did not move. He only looked at her.
[[ I like what I wrote when he explained his reason. No man would talk that way. ]]
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Black Bloody Roses Captain
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Posted: Thu Mar 30, 2006 3:13 pm
Cesar's head rose, hearing raised voices outside, recognizing that of his Second-in-Command, and another, younger, male voice, still cracking occasionally, fraught with emotion.
He knew he was in a foul mood, and in no state to conduct real business, but he decided to see what the Hell the racket was anyway. He slid the top-left drawer of his desk out, and took the .45 M1911A1 from it's resting place.
The dull, blackened metal of the gun glinted almost maniacally in the low, orange light from the turned-down lamps on the wall. He closed the drawer and stood slowly, hearing raised voices turn to shouts outside.
Holding the pistol in his left hand, he drained the wineglass with his right as he stood. He had a feeling he would have several more drinks befor long. It was just that kind of day.
Stepping from behind the desk, he turned to the heavy oak double doors directly in front of them, crossing a rich, well-worn tapestry rug. He flung open the doors to the anteroom to see his Underboss on the couch to the right of the door, staring with mild distaste at a teenaged boy who was glaring down at her with all the force his vacant face could muster.
This child didn't seem to be much of anything. Cesar noted the gun in the corner. Where the Hell had the boy hidden it that the guard didn't find it on him when he frisked him. All of his 'guests' were screened, unless the guard had screwed up, or been payed off. Either way, the man was in some deep s**t for missing that. His face deepening in it's scowl, the Boss of the Mori Famiglia raised his gun to the young man's head acriss the room. "You mind explaining what's going on, boy? You here on business, or do you have a personal thing?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 30, 2006 6:12 pm
"I WANT TO JOIN!!!" the boy yelled at the boss.
Thakorise's head snapped up at that point, no one was rude to her boss.
"You got guts kid," she said in a low and terrifying voice, "but you're showing them in the wrong place; around here, you get strun up with them. Your heart's not in it, you're half-crazy and you're nothing but a boy. What kind of MAN would do this so his MOM won't tell him to wipe his behind and go to school everyday."
She stood and turned to her boss. She bowed slightly. "Sir, this boy was able to come to this level with a gun. The guards in here are clean but one of the guards below has screwed up, badly."
"I killed one," the boy said grinning. "I did it to prove myself."
"You shot one of our guards you insolent brat?! What proof is that. You are nothing but a baby, you have no discipline. You are beyond teaching. None that came here undisciplined has passed initiation alive."
Her anger had passed its boiling point. Her eyes glowed bloody murder. She watched slowly as his left hand crept around to his back. one of the guards began to move behind him. It was obvious he was reaching for a weapon.
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Black Bloody Roses Captain
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Posted: Thu Mar 30, 2006 7:25 pm
Mori refused to show even the slightest twinge of expression at the boy's rants, but smiled with amusement as Thakorise dressed him down in thorough and remorseless fashion. "Now I remember why she works here," he thought, amused. When the brat spoke of killing one of the guards, though, it was over. His death warrant was signed in his own hand.
As the brat reached for a weapon, however, Cesar was forced to speed what would have been a much slower demise, aiming down at the boy's elbow. He squeezed the trigger, wrist rolling the most minute amount under the gun's kick. His elbow exploded into ligament and blood, and the child screamed shrilly, dropping a stilleto to the floor with a clatter.
Cesar smiled grimly as the boy cradled his wounded arm, staring at it intently, still screaming in pain. You didn't get far in this business without being a little sadistic.
"Shut him up, eh?" he said to the guard who had intended to disarm the brat, making a sweeping gesture with his free hand. The guard moved in closer, and drew a simple, black wooden club, although Cesar knew the core was lead. He had ordered those himself, and used one God-only-knew how many times when he was younger. There was a dull thud and the screaming stopped as the boy crumpled to the floor with a sound not unlike a sigh. Speaking again to the guard, "Take him into my office and tie him up. I want some information out of this little urchin," he said, and the soldier hauled the boy up and tossed him over one shoulder like he weighed nothing at all. After he had passed through the doors, Cesar slid the gun into his left pocket and ran a hand through his hair. Turning to his Underboss, his voice became a little softer, "Jesus, we have another funeral to go to."
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Posted: Thu Mar 30, 2006 7:53 pm
Thakorise remained apathetical when her boss spoke to her. She was not one to be seen smiling or gallivanting (sp) around happily in her business, no, it was always business with no pleasure when it came to her.
"Sir," she said in a monotone voice that did not give away any hints of emotion. One would think she was naught but a robot. "The boy has an alternative meaning. His left arm up under the sleeve of his shirt has marks of a croossway cross. There is only one gang that wears that. Progress reports say they are trying to dent our reputation. I wouldadvise sending him back in a burlap bag to get the messgae across. They were involved in Smith's extermination."
Thakorise grimaced as she thought of Smith. He was her competitor in every way. She enjoyed his silent company. They hatred they shared kept them happy. Now that he was gone, she had no one to be bitter with and was way more apathetical than usual. Her hatred was misplaced because her core was gone. Until she found someone to hate as much as she hated him, she would be stone cold to all.
She looked at her boss but glanced at the clock on the wall to the left. She had a scheduled meetingin minutes. There was a known leak and she wished him to be gone.
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Black Bloody Roses Captain
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Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2006 4:30 pm
((apologies for my lack of posting, btu I was truthfully hoping for a little more turnout. If there's apparently this little interest from the members...))
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Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2006 6:13 pm
Viktor stepped into the anteroom and looked about curiously. Blood on the floor, his two uppers conversing, and an unconscious boy in the arms of a guard. Not to mention the one he found dead outside. The ordeal quickly came together in his mind. "Was it planned?" was all he asked. "And I hope you'll excuse me if I'm intruding at a bad time."
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Posted: Fri Apr 07, 2006 4:47 pm
"I suspect so." Cesar muttered, speaking half to Viktor, half to himself. "Either way, we'll find out soon enough. I'll deal with him personally." Cesar smiled grimly in anticipation. He was going to enjoy dealing with this little b*****d.
After a pause, he spoke, "We need to put the fear of God into these new gangter fools, prancing around with their baggy pants and side-cocked guns, like they own the damned streets. The Moru family has owned this city since time out of mind. No scrawny little back-alley punk like this is going to change that."
That said, his voice changed. All business now, this was the tone of deal-making and orders. "Thakorise, see that flowers and the usual are sent to this man's funeral." Here he gestured to the guard on the floor, "This shouldn't have happened."
The head of the Mori family turned to his Consigliere. The man wasn't Sicilian, but Russian, a rarity in the mob these days. He had proved himself trustowrthy, though, handling the family's affairs with care over the years. "Viktor, I need you to talk with you man in the City Police. Make sure there isn't a blue light in the Cross Boy's territory tonight. I'm going to send their boy in there out with style he never had in life."
With that, he turned back to the office as the guard exited, holding the door for the Boss. Mori nodded to the man, and closed the oak slab behind him as he passed, locking the deadbolt.
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Posted: Sat Apr 08, 2006 4:18 pm
Avalon Jade Caedo, nicknamed AJ by her family, walked into the building laughing, but sobered up instantly as she saw the dead body on the floor, blood surrounding him. Her smile froze for second before seeming to melt away into a look of dull hatred. This was one of the men she had trained... The two men at each side behind her took the one step necessary to stand next to her. One of them continued to the man, kneeling next to him. "Damn it," AJ said softly. She marched up to one of the guards who stood nearby and demanded, "What happened here? How did a man of ours get killed on our turf?" She shook her head as if to erase her last sentence, "Not just on our turf, in our building?!"
She did not wait for an answer from the man, but instead moved into the next room where she found Viktor and Thakorise. Her uncle was not in the room, but seeing that both were standing and facing the same direction instead of each other, she guessed that he had just left the room not a few moments before.
Shoving her anger to the back of her mind, she calmly asked the pair, "What happened to him?" directing a finger at the door that had been closed behind her. She was not in any way sarcastic or rude; she knew well that even though she was a family member, these two held rank above her own. She also respected them, and did not want their anger directed at her...especially Thakorise. She knew that the woman had been looking for an outlet of late, and AJ did not want to be on her bad side.
She took a good look around the room and saw the guy on the floor. She couldn't really tell if he was dead... or just unconscious. From that, she could put together a basic scenario, but still would have liked to hear it for herself. There was probably more to the story than she knew... as always...
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Black Bloody Roses Captain
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Posted: Sat Apr 08, 2006 5:43 pm
"Yes sir," Thakorise said while lowering her eyes. She place her right hand over her heart and kissed her fingers before releasing the kiss to the ceiling.
She turned but stopped when a capo entered. She felt some recognition to the woman but faces were all the same to her.
"He was murdered by a novice thug. A backstreet cat. A raw source. What I want to know is how that happened. The guards in our building are to be some of our top men. I'll have to see that they are trained, properly," she stressed the word properly. She truly did wonder if she should punish whomever had trained them. She put the thought away for a minute.
She went to her desk and she started calling. She made her usual death calls and made a special call to the spouse. It was not custom, but she wanted a couple of answers. She slammed the phone down when she got them.
Thakorise was angry. No, she was past angry. "It was an inside job, starting with the dead fool," she spat out angrily, "the woman knows too much. Viktor, I need you to transfer her elsewhere where she can't make trouble or just..handle her. She's someone's bedrat anyway."
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