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spy_4_hire Joined: 14 Feb 2004 Posts: 568 | Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 11:03 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By spy_4_hire: This theme, Any theme It was a busy night at the Phantom Jack, just like every other night. The smoke filled speakeasy was packed with sheiks and shebas, bimbos and bulls, palookas and gold diggers, all drinking, smoking, and having a good time, while hoofers crowded the dance floor.
“Good evenin’, gents!” Evelyn greeted two new customers with a dreamy smile, as she leaned over the bar. She pulled away slightly and gave them a small pout. “Are you here to pinch me at last, Sam?” “Good evening, Kitty,” said the one called Sam, tickling her under her chin with his index finger. “Don’t worry your head. We’re off duty, and thirsty. Care to give a couple of officers two hairs of a dog?” “Coming right up,” Evelyn smiled charmingly and poured them their drinks. “So, can I interest you two to a game of Black Jack?” ~ There was a sharp knock on the door of The Phantom Jack, and Liam’s massive hand slid open the tiny window, and he spoke in a gruff voice, “Passw- Oh crap! Not you!” ~ “Read ”˜em ”˜n’ weep, lads,” the flapper said slapping her last card down on the table. “I win again!” The men at her table groaned and a few left the table. “Shall we play another rou-“ “Typhoon O’Dailey!” cried a voice. “Typhoon O’Dailey’s here!!” The band’s up-beat jazz music ended abruptly, as if someone had killed it. “Oh no,” groaned the petite Irish woman. In an instant, the speakeasy was thrust into chaos as Evelyn’s patrons rushed to get out of there as quickly as possible. She grabbed the arm of the officer she had talked to a bit earlier. “Sam! Do something!! You’re a bull! Arrest her!” “I would, Kitty,” Sam answered pulling away. “But I’m off duty. I’ll catch you later,” he called over his shoulder as he disappeared with the crowd. “Then don’t bother showin’ yer ugly mug ”˜ere again!!” she bellowed after him, her accent even thicker because of her anger. Every customer had left, and the Phantom Jack was empty, well, almost. Evelyn whipped around to see a petite, pale, red-head in braids devastating her poor establishment with a hatchet in each hand. It was amazing to watch her work. The angry little woman kicked over tables, and smashed glasses and bottle of alcohol like- Wait a second!! Kitty shook herself out of her trance. That’s MY alcohol!! She raced to the bar to block the intruder’s path to getting to the rest of her store. “JUST WHAT DO YE THINK YE’R DOIN’?” she bellowed. “Evelyn O’Dailey?” said a surprised, but familiar voice. “Is that you?’ “Hn?” Evelyn blinked and looked at the girl. “Bridget O’Dailey?” They stared at each other for a moment before throwing themselves into the other’s embrace. They wept and said many unintelligible things, but rest assured it was nothing important. Mostly it consisted of “I can’t believe it,” “It’s been three years,” “Where have you been?” and “I missed you” and other nonsense of that sort, until they suddenly roughly pushed each other away. “What the h--- are ye’ doin’?” Evelyn screamed at her sister. “I’m enforcing the law!” Bridget shouted back, storming back into the room to kick over another table. “Do you realize that you could be arrested?!” “I’m not going to be arrested!” Evelyn retorted. “Besides alcohol is bad for you!” Bridget went on and through an empty bottle at her. Evelyn ducked, but winced as she heard the sound of glass breaking and liquid spilling onto the floor. “For cryin’ out loud! We’re Irish!!” she yelled, peeking over the bar. “It’s tradition! We’re practically nursed with whiskey!!” “It’s against the law!!” “Who cares?! I’m rich!!” “God doesn’t want ye t’ drink!!” she said, throwing another bottle into the shelves of alcohol behind the bar and breaking more bottles. “God doesn’t want ye t’ throw dead soldiers at yer sisters!!” She shouted hurling a shot glass at her insane twin. “Ye’r soul is in danger!! Repent n’ be saved, Evelyn!” “Ye crazy Mormon hussie!! Get out of me bar!!!” “I hate you!!” they shouted in unison. Breathing hard, they stopped and glared at the other for a few moments. Then, Bridget set down the chair she had been about to throw, picked up the hatchet she had cast aside, and stormed off without another glance. Evelyn sighed in relief, and looked in a mirror to quickly fix her hair, and clothes. Then she found the bottle of her strongest vodka, and she looked around the room as she surveyed the damage that that “Typhoon” of a sister had done to the Phantom Jack. She groaned, closed her eyes, and swallowed the glass’s contents in one gulp. “Well,” she said to herself as she poured another glass. “It can’t get any worse, Evelyn…” |
Melia Stahlflugel Joined: 4 Aug 2005 Posts: 613 | Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2006 5:16 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Melia Stahlflugel: This theme, Any theme The two Rolls-Royce Silver Phantoms crammed with Lucia and nine of her mafiosi pulled up to the Phantom Jack. The gang left the car, and followed their Capo to the Phantom Jack, tucked away in a nearby alley.
"Them Phantoms, they're the best," Lucia said to her group, laughing a bit. "'Cept when I have to haul half of you around in mine, then it feels like a freakin' clown car." "Eh." One man in the front said. "'s weird," The group muttered. Lucia, who had somehow ended up in the back, pushed through her small mob to get to the door of the speakeasy. "...The hell happened here...?" She looked back at her companions. They shrugged collectively. The door was swinging from one hinge, tables had been overturned, and empty and/or broken alcohol vessels lay everywhere. Lucia noticed the woman drinking down an entire bottle of Vodka all by herself. "Well, well, well, Evelyn O'Dailey, you're in quite a fix. You bought $1,500 worth of alcohol from us on credit, and you've never paid us back." She smiled crookedly, and crossed her arms. "Don* Capone wants the money for the hooch you bought. Today. If you don' give it to us... you know what happens to those who don' pay back la Cosa Nostra. They tend to dissapear." The mob laughed a low, evil chuckle. Odio la gente che compra su accreditamento... Lucia thought, rolling her eyes. OOC:*Don = mob boss
Lucia's currently talking with an accent. She's angry and slipped back into her naitive ways. xD; Odio la gente che compra su accreditamento = I hate people who buy on credit |
| Eshe Joined: 14 Nov 2003 Posts: 485 | From inside The Phantom Jack, the soft 'clack' of high heels on pavement gradually became louder until the sound was softened by the wooden floor of the speakeasy. In the door stood a gorgeous woman of about 5'6", her hands on her hips. She gave a whistle, astounded at what had become of her favorite drinking establishment. "My, my, my... what happened here?", she asked no one in particular. The woman glanced up at the mafia, smirked, and, with a snap of her delicate fingers, ushered in a group of five to seven tall, suited gentlemen. "Evening, Evelyn... Seems like you've had a bit of trouble here, haven't you?", she asked with a grin, her voice thick with an alluring Germanic tone. Her voice poured from her red lips like wine from a freshly opened bottle as she continued speaking, slowly sauntering up to the Italian woman.
"So, Miss Evelyn owes you money, does she? $1,500? Why, that's chump change. Here you are." The woman held her left hand up, and one of the men beside her promptly put a crimson purse into her gloved hand. From the wallet she pulled out a checkbook and, after a few scribbles on the page, she ripped out the paper and handed it to the Italian. "I do believe that should cover it... plus another order of drinks. If you should have anymore monetary problems with this establishment, please contact me...my name is Richelle Brecht." With a smile she turned to Evelyn and took a seat at the bar, crossing her legs. "Why don't you make me up a drink then, my girl. Something with rum, if you please." She glanced up at her bodyguards. "Boys, sit down and have a drink." They all replied "Javol, Kaiser!", and quickly took a seat behind the bar, glad to relax. |
| Melia Stahlflugel Joined: 4 Aug 2005 Posts: 613 | Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2006 6:40 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Melia Stahlflugel: This theme, Any theme "Perchè sono i tedeschi... Che cosa...? Inferno, Dò in su su vita," Lucia muttered in Italian, snatching the check from the woman's hand. Why, the only reason she was so tall was because she was wearing heels! If she wasn't wearing those damn things, Lucia thought, I'd be an inch taller than her.
Lucia gritted her teeth, and through them, said, "Dead Nazi, on the rocks." "Double meaning, eh, Cira?" Her cousin Vittorio shouted from across the bar, giving her the 'OK' sign. "Put a lid on it, Vito," she said, bursting into giggles. He just always had that effect on her. He was such a clown. The other nine suited mafiosi ordered their drinks. Vittorio shouted out "Pink Flamingo~!" They all turned to stare at him. "Flit." "Just kidding," he said, shrugging. "Actually, I'll have a Vodka Tonic." "Hmmmbleh, gasoline," Lucia said, pretending to gag. "You never cut me any slack," he complained facetiously. He then pretended to sob. "I'll jes' go cry myself to sleep in some cold corner, don;t mind me..." Lucia burst out laughing again. He slayed her sometimes. OOC:Perchè sono i tedeschi... Che cosa...? Inferno, Dò in su su vita = Why are the Germans... What...? Ah hell, I give up on life.
Per favore = please |
| spy_4_hire Joined: 14 Feb 2004 Posts: 568 | Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2006 7:06 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By spy_4_hire: This theme, Any theme Evelyn turned an odd shade of green when she saw Lucida and her gang come through what was left of her door. The flapper knew that she was angry by how thick her accent was, she could barely make out the words, and when Lucy was angry, things got ugly. She smiled weakly as she listened to her mock her situation, and chuckled nervously along with her.
Don’t show them you’re a afraid, lass, she thought as the gangsters laughed evilly. If there is a god up there, then please! Help me! “Um, actually,” the speakeasy owner, laughed lightly. “Ye’ won’t believe me when I tell ye’ this, but ye’ see, I-“ Suddenly, like an angel, one of her best customers entered the Phantom Jack. Kitty could practically here a choir of angels singing a Hallelujah chorus as her eyes turned skyward for a moment just to see if she was standing in a pillar of light. There is a God, she thought as Richelle handed the check to the Capo. Crap! Do I owe him any favors? Do I have to become a nun or something, now? “I’d be glad to, Miss Richelle,” Evelyn said cheerfully, grinning smugly from ear to ear like a fox that had just eaten a fat hen. She had just cheated death, and she knew it was a bad idea even look like she might be mocking the Italian, but being Irish, that was pretty hard to pull off, and that self-satisfied smile refused to leave her face. The red head bent over to look under the bar for a bottle of rum, and found one that had been protected from her insane twin’s wrath, as well as some glasses, which she placed on the counter before standing up. “Do you want to mix it with anything?” she asked her favorite patron, setting a glass of rum before her, and each of her bodyguards. Then the Italians began to clamor for a drink, and Evelyn began filling out the orders almost as quickly as they came at her. She couldn’t aim a gun to save her life, but there was no one in Chicago who could tend a bar as well as she could. If someone could find him, the she’d put on those cement shoes Lucy had set aside for her all on her own and jump into the lake. “Dead Nazi on the rocks, Bloody Mary, Devil’s tale, Bee’s kiss on the rocks, Roles Royce, Charleston, Mickey Slim on the rocks, Tailspin, Pink flamingo-” called out the names of the drinks the Italians ordered in the order she heard them and slid the down the slick counter to the appropriate muscle man. Evelyn sighed, rolled her eyes and with a flick of her wrist she sent Vittorio’s drink down to him. “Vodka tonic. Is that all the orders?” Liam tentatively stepped out of the kitchen, and sidled up to the little Irish woman. "Some bouncer ye turned out t' be," Evelyn glared at him. "Kitty-" Liam started to speak, but she cut him off by handing him a push broom. "Nor a word," Evelyn shooed the suited giant out from behind the bar. "Ye'r bein' demoted t' janitor. Start picking up this mess. We have customers, fer cryin' out loud." |
Digithe Joined: 24 Aug 2003 Posts: 884 | Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2006 9:47 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Digithe: This theme, Any theme "You know, my frien' I have this theory. In life, you can get ahead and you can get left behind." The voice came from the back seat -- a low, powerful kind of voice with a light Russian accent; the kind of voice that can sends chills of fright down the bone. It was perfect for its owner. "Those are the two types of people in the world. There is no 'medium man.'"
"Ooh, this is gonna be a good one." A second voice, female, with the same accent. "The man do his job, he gets ahead. He get promotion, get raise, get [/i]prestige.[/i]" The man paused for a moment. "On your other hand is the man who does job poorly. This man, he gets fired, left behind -- maybe killed, I don' know! Now, my frien' I must ask you: Which man do you want to be? Will you be rich man? Will you do your job and fin' this blessed bar you speak of, or are you not? I grow impatient with your stalling and shortcuts!" The man in the drivers seat hesitated. He'd been asked to drive to the best speakeasy in town, but The Phantom Jack was clear across the city. He dared not go for less, however -- with the "God of Death's" reputation, he just might end up dead if he didn't do exactly as asked. He felt his hands shaking on the wheel, but took a deep breath and forced himself to be calm. "We are nearly there sir, no more than five minutes." "This is your last five minutes, sweety," the lady responded, inturrupting the man. "Nikolai, dear, you mustn't be so harsh all the time. It's hard to find good local help, you know." He scowled at her, but only for a second. Then his face returned to normal. "You are lucky my Katya is such an angel," Nikolai added with a grin. The driver shuddered. At long last, the small car pulled up to an alleyway, nearby which were already several expensive-looking cars. Nikolai and Katya stepped out and nodded to each other. Nikolai adjusted his fedora, the two linked arms loosely, and headed for the door. Behind them, at somewhat of a distance, a second car pulled up, and a handful of men emerged, skulking into the shadows, unseen. Only one approached the couple. "Matrovska," Nikolai said worriedly. "This is best tavern in town, is it not?" "It should be so," the man called Matrovska answered. He could predict Nikolai's next question: "Then what for is the door so ruined, da?" "Da." This time, Katya finished his sentance: "Have that man scheduled for promotion -- to most trusted lieutenant, tomorrow, in morning." "In mean time," Nikolai continued. "We shall investigate. Perhaps he is not all a loss just yet. I want two men ready immediately, the rest on watch." Matrovska inclined his head in lieu of a bow, then turned sharply and disappeared towards the shadows. "Excuse me, my friends!" Nikolai called cheerfully into the speakeasy as he entered. "I hear good word of this place, but am frightened of what happened. Might I -- " he stopped suddenly, surprised to recognize to fairly big mob leaders right there. He failed to recognize their allegience -- such things were of little importance; minor details that he could get from Matrovska later. However, he had not expected any such nearby. "Ask what happened?" Katya anticipated her brother's surprise, and finished his sentance without missing a beat. He smiled at her, as though in approval of her understanding. It was, however, thanking her for saving him. |
| spy_4_hire Joined: 14 Feb 2004 Posts: 568 | Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2006 10:03 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By spy_4_hire: This theme, Any theme Evelyn straightened up to get a look at the owner of the voice, and was impressed by what she saw. The couple looked like they had quite a bit of money, and she was detiremined to make them patrons. Tonight turned out to be a busy one after all
"My crazy Mormon twin sister happened," Evelyn answered in her cheerful accent. She stepped out from behind the bar. "I apologize fer the mess," she said moving a broken stool aside with her foot. "But every business has a bad night. Ye just happened to come on the bad night, that's all." She shrugged and gave a welcoming smile. "However, I assure you that the quality of my alcohol is the best in Chicago! And when my band comes out o' hiding, the music will be quite good, as well." She motioned toward a table Liam had set up right with the few undamaged chairs left. "If ye would like to take a seat, I would be glad to fetch whatever ye care to drink. My name is Kitty O'Dailey, and I own the Phantom Jack." |
| Eshe Joined: 14 Nov 2003 Posts: 485 | Richelle glanced off to the side as the two members of the slavic upper-class enter the battered Phantom Jack. She watched them until they sat down and then turned her attention back to finishing her drink. The actress finished just as Evelyn finished speaking, at which point it was her cue to speak. "I can second that notion.", she said, slowly standing up again to walk up to the girl's side. Putting a gloved hand on her shoulder, she winked at Evelyn and turned to the slavs. "I assure you, any money you give to this bar will not be rewarded. Ja?", she said, turning to Evelyn.
With a sly grin upon her full, red lips, Richelle looked at the man in the fedora, crossing her arms over her chest. "May I ask your name? I don't believe I recognize you, but your accent does ring a bell.." As she finished, several of Richelle's body guards came up behind her, putting their hands into their pockets. OOC:crap D: |
| Melia Stahlflugel Joined: 4 Aug 2005 Posts: 613 | Posted: Thu Apr 06, 2006 7:50 am | Characters: All for this theme; By Melia Stahlflugel: This theme, Any theme Something inside Lucia insisted that she get on the good side of these people. Her "Oh Shit Somethin's Up" sense had gone off the minute she entered the Phantom Jack, and it had heightened with each new group of people that entered. Now it was blaring full force.
She stared at the Russians, trying to remember who they were, where she's seen them before... But she hadn't, she had heard their voices before, but never seen them. She and Vito had overheard a phone call between the Russian Mafia and Don Capone a while back, but she still remembered the distinctive voice of the man in front of her. "Ey 'Cia, iddn't dat guy..." Vittorio began, but Lucia quickly ran over and clapped her hands over his mouth. "Don't," she whispered in his ear. "Mmmmmehmmm," Vito mumbled from beneath her hands. "Got it?" she said, releasing her lanky cousin. He ran his hands through his short, curly black hair, a worried expression on his face. The rest of the mob were deathly silent. "Per l'amore del Dio," Lucia muttered, banging her head on the hardwood bar repeatedly. OOC:Per l'amore del Dio = for the love of God |
| Digithe Joined: 24 Aug 2003 Posts: 884 | Posted: Sat Apr 08, 2006 12:42 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Digithe: This theme, Any theme "There is no need to make apology for a mess," Nikolai responded, pulling a chair out for his Katya to sit on. "We are not ones paying for this mess, yes? So I think no apology is necessary." Here he sat down and calmly surveyed the mess, subtly stealing glances at the Italians as he did so, estimating their strength and armament, speed, wit, and reaction time. Though he had no intention of starting a fight, he was not one to be unprepared -- after all, in his profession he gained as many enemies as he did allies.
"If you would be so kind," Katya said sweetly, "we would have two vodkas, no ice. Of course, this assumes you have any left?" She smiled, and offered the bartender a wink before glancing at the elegantly clad German. She let Nikolai answer the question. "You may very well ask our name." Nikolai's words were laced with a slyness that was mirrored by his smile. "We may not give it for you may not know it, but I do say we won't stop you asking. I'm sure you recognize the accent, because most people who speak Russian speak with this accent, am I not right? It is, how you say, habit?" As Nikolai spoke, Katya caught the Italian conversation, though she didn't let on. She leaned in after he finished talking and whispered into his ear in Russian, "<I think they know who we are.>" She then leaned back with a smile on her face. Following her lead, he glanced back at her with a similar smile. "You are a devil now, I think," Nikolai said to Katya. Then, turning back to Evelyn, "Make the vodkas double, if you would my good friend." |
| Melia Stahlflugel Joined: 4 Aug 2005 Posts: 613 | Posted: Sat Apr 08, 2006 6:17 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Melia Stahlflugel: This theme, Any theme Lucia tapped her left pocket twice, and looked back at Vito and the rest. She raised her eyebrows, calm look on her face, and then set to chatting with Vito.
She had sent the message be on alert to the others, because she had sensed that nothing good could come from three mafias that couldn't play nicely being in the same room at one time. Lucia chatted with Vittorio about clothes, but kept one hand near her right pocket, she felt safer that way. "So yeah, Cia, I definately grew an inch, I mean look! My pants have become so short I could wade in the Mariana(s) Trench and not get wet!" Vito complained. Lucia tapped the top of the counter and raised her eyebrows. You bring your gun in, Vito? "I'll makeya a new pair when we get home," Lucia said, smiling. "But now's not really the time to worry about that, considering there's no sewing machine around." He kicked the bar a couple times as if fidgeting, and then nodded. Yup, it's under the bar. "Well, that could be fixed," Vito said slyly. He shrugged. Why? "Are you saying we go out and steal a sewing machine right now so you can get your damn pants?" Lucia said in a mock-incredulous tone. She knew he was just joking. "You've got nothing up here. Nothing." She said, laughing. Lucia tapped her head, meaning, Think about who we're surrounded by, dumbass. Vito looked away, and called to the bartender, "Ey, when're them drinks gonna be ready?" OOC:They've been together a couple years, through some hard times. They can communicate together pretty covertly. |
| spy_4_hire Joined: 14 Feb 2004 Posts: 568 | Posted: Sat Apr 08, 2006 8:22 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By spy_4_hire: This theme, Any theme "Then I wouldn't bother with their names Miss Richelle," Evelyn said to her German patron with a witty smile and a wink. "Russian names are notorious for being long and nearly impossible to pronounce, an' hard to remember." She walked over to her bar and started digging around, careful to avoid the broken glass. "By tomorrow mornin' ye'll wake up an' not even know how it started. Not that there's anything wrong with long names like that." She found half a bottle of Vodka, and frowned slightly, remembering how much some of her Russian customers could drink in a sitting.
I'll have to check to see if I have more in the back, she thought to herself as she placed the bottle on th counter. She turned around and smartly slapped the hand of one of the Italians when he tried to reach for the bottle. The little Irish smiled, winked and wagged a finger at him. The speakeasy owner glanced over at her domesticated bouncer, and he nodded comfortingly. He knew there could be trouble, and he was ready if it happened. She smiled, and looked around at her customers as she found a few glasses and set them on a tray. The last thing she wanted was a fight in her speakeasy. This was her own little paradise, a sanctuary, and if the mafia people wanted to fight, they'd have to take it to Chicago where it belonged. While they were in Phantom Jack, they'd have to at least act like they could get along. However, these were all responsible adults, so there probably wouldn't be a problem. "Yer drink's in front of ye, Vito lad," Evelyn laughed, raising an eyebrow at Vito. "It's been getting warm fer the last 5 minutes." She walked over to her nameless Russian customers and placed the tray in front of them. "Ye know," Evelyn said, tapping her chin. "Ye could just give her yer nickname, or a fake name o' some sort. Then she'd know a name she'll be able to remember, and you, sir, can keep yer name a secret." She shrugged, and walked back over to the bar. "Just a suggestion," she called over her shoulder. |
| Eshe Joined: 14 Nov 2003 Posts: 485 | Richelle took a sip of her drink and grinned at the Russian. She glanced at her glass, and, with a gloved finger wiped away a droplet of water that had slowly been snaking it's way down the glass. When Evelyn voiced her suggestion, Richelle nodded and smiled, her teeth shining like pearls in the dim light of the bar. "Yes, a fantastic idea. Well then sir, if you would be so kind, please enlighten me as to whom I currently have the honor of speaking to." As she finished speaking, she held her glass to her left, where it was quickly snatched away by one of the blonde bodyguards. Another quickly placed a chair behind the actress, and she sat down, crossing her legs and placing her hands in her lap.
OOC:XD I wish there was more for me to do |
| Digithe Joined: 24 Aug 2003 Posts: 884 | Posted: Wed Apr 12, 2006 12:07 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Digithe: This theme, Any theme "Very well then," Nikolai said resignedly, raising an eyebrow in curiosity. He leaned back in his chair, crossing his right leg over his left and lacing his hands together. He raised his eyebrows and tilted his chin up, as though preparing to speak, but it was Katya that spoke.
"You may call us Mr. and Mrs. Romanov, if you so wish," she said, glancing over to Nikolai and offering him a wink. She then looked back in a way that she could generally address all those present. "We just moved into town, you see." "As matter of fact," added Nikolai, "We have just moved into country. But we had not known about this... 'prohibition.' And so, we look for place to enjoy a vodka now and then, and hear word of your place." "That brings us to the present," Katya finished. "Now, may I ask who each of you lovely people are?" |
| Eshe Joined: 14 Nov 2003 Posts: 485 | Richelle glanced over at the girl and smiled. "Forgive me, but it was the young man I was speaking to, not you." Her smile faded from her lips as she finished speaking. "As for myself... many call me Kaiser, but you may call me Richelle. Or perhaps Miss Brecht, if you prefer." She paused for a moment, and then leaned her cheek on her palm, her elbow on the table. "So I take it you two are new immigrants, ja? How interesting.. I myself moved to America only a few years ago. Things in Deutschland are not going so well, I'm afraid." With a smile, she raised herself up once more and sat straight in her chair. "However, I am not one to dwell on thoughts such as those. My father is a famous writer, and I am an actress. I lived in New York for a while and performed on Broadway. My apperance may have given that away, ja?", she finished, grinning slyly.
"But enough about me. I'd like to learn more about our friends over here.", Richelle said, turning to glance at the Italians who had remained fairly silent thoughout this ordeal. |
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