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Melia Stahlflugel Joined: 4 Aug 2005 Posts: 613 | Posted: Wed Apr 12, 2006 4:46 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Melia Stahlflugel: This theme, Any theme "Th' name's Lucia. Capo of one'a Capone's teams," Lucia drawled, and then paused to gulp down her drink. "'Y can call me Lucy. 'S what all de Americani call me, anyways."
"We all came over after the Fascists overran madre Italia an' cracked down on our activities. Us, of course, bein' the Sicilian mafia," Vito said. "Most of the big families left as soon as possible, not wantin' ta get caught." "Eh, right, names. Names ain't too sacred to us Italians," Lucia said, setting down her empty drink. "Eh, this clown 'ere's Vito, you know him. And the rest of the lunkhead's're... Fat Tony, Little Tony, Mussolini Clone (Benito), Flower (Carmine), Dragon (Draco), Gypsy (Gitano), Duke (Enrico), and ol' Guido... he don' say much, but he knows Chicago like a fish knows water." "They mostly go by their nicknames, but if you call them by their given name, they might respond, I dunno." She smiled, remembering the day she picked out her gang from the recruits... I chose well, she thought. I'd trust any of these people with my life. Vito stopped to sip his drink, calmly. It was a little weird not to be called Gatling, but given the circumstances, it would not be wise for the Capo to call him by his nickname. OOC:I feel sorry for poor Flower and Mussolini Clone xDD; |
spy_4_hire Joined: 14 Feb 2004 Posts: 568 | Posted: Wed Apr 12, 2006 6:08 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By spy_4_hire: This theme, Any theme "That's just the bee's knees, i'n'it? Everybody knows everybody, so we can all get along," Evelyn clapped her hands happily. "Mr. and Mrs Romanov, I am honored that ye chose to grace my... humble establishment t'night. A real honor."
Well, to a certain extent anyway, she thought to herself. Actually, she was pretty surprised by these Romanov's. They look so alike, at first she thought they were brother and sister. Maybe they're just cousins... Then she metally slapped herself. "Or they're just using fake names like ye suggested, ye dolt![/i] Evelyn chose to keep her thoughts to herself; there was no point in getting another Mafia mad at her, and Richelle seemed to have her eye on 'Mr. Romanov' and upsetting him may arouse her wrath as well. "Now that we have the formalities over with, anybody need a refill?" the little Irish women asked, fulfilling her duty as a hostess. "Fat Tony! There's a good boy. Always the first t' go empty, eh? There ye go." She set a full glass in front of him. "Anyone else? Lucy? Richelle? Is the Vodka to your liking Mr. and Mrs Romanov?" |
Digithe Joined: 24 Aug 2003 Posts: 884 | Posted: Thu Apr 13, 2006 10:50 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Digithe: This theme, Any theme Katya raised an eyebrow at the Kaiser, her way of displaying her irritation, while otherwise remaining visibly calm. She crossed her left leg over her right and laced her hands, mirroring her brother. Those who knew her style might fear that she was preparing to draw blood, but none besides Nikolai was present. And, he knew her better than that. She generally enjoyed a bit of verbal foreplay before cutting to the chase. This night, however, she chose to allow herself a bit more relaxation than usual. Though she was rarely against a good old-fashioned assassination, they had just arrived in town and she had just gotten a glass of vodka.
"Mr. Romanov and I are close enough that we do not distinguish between who is addressing whom," responded 'Mrs. Romanov' in an almost excessively polite tone of voice. "Do not be surprised if he answers if you ever address me." She then offered Richelle a wink and turned back to observe the Italians. She recognized most of them from pictures their local contacts had provided, and could tell that Nikolai recognized the rest. However, they both played their part perfectly, and acted entirely ignorant. "No, no," Nikolai said to Evelyn, waving off her compliments, "the honor, I think, is ours. You run respectable business here and are the very attentive bartender. It is regrettable, however, that a Vodka should be so weak. It is a Vodka to be sure, but it has not quite a kick like at home, would you not say so, my dear Mrs. Romanov?" "My dear Mr. Romanov I quite am forced to agree," Katya responded, draining the last bit in her glass. "I assume, of course, it is watered down through no fault of yours, as must be several bottles around --" "-- after what has apparently happened," Nikolai finished with a nod. "You have not any stronger still safe in back, perhaps?" OOC: Looks like Katya has better English than Nikolai. He should have paid more attention to the tutor! :O |
| spy_4_hire Joined: 14 Feb 2004 Posts: 568 | Posted: Fri Apr 14, 2006 11:25 am | Characters: All for this theme; By spy_4_hire: This theme, Any theme "Ye caught me," Evelyn laughed, holding her hands up. "I did water it down a bit so ye both could share. I won't lie." She tapped her chin thoughtfully as she tried to remember where she kept that one bottle she had had delivered straight from Russia.
"I should have one in the back," she said, knowing she was dipping into her private stash, but if the Romanovs became patrons, well, this small sacrifice would be worth it. "Actually, I was just about to go get it." She set down another refill for one of Richelle's men, and started heading toward the door. "Leggo!" grunted Liam. "Off wit ye! Kitty! Do sumthin, will ye?" The speakeasy owner turned to see what Liam was fussing about and saw that an armadillo had grabbed hold of the broom and wasn't letting go even though Liam was shaking it. "William Patrick Dylan O'Dailey!" she scolded as she raced over to Liam. "There ye are! Gettin' in the way." She detatched him from the broom and cradled her pet. "Did that insane sister o' mine scare ye? C'mon, ye must be hungry," Evelyn said as she babied him while picking her way to the door over broken chairs and bottles. "Ye can help mum find the Vodka fer her customers." Liam shook his head behind her back as she walked away, if the fedora hadn't been hiding them from view, the others in the bar would have seen that he was also rolling his eyes. He went back to sweeping when Kitty disappeared through the door that led to the back room. As he moved the broom back and forth, he kept his head down, but he kept a wary eye on all the customers. He tried to ignore the embarassment he felt from sweeping in front of the other bodyguards. From feared bouncer to domestic housewife, he thought bitterly. I don't get paid enough... |
| Eshe Joined: 14 Nov 2003 Posts: 485 | Richelle gave Katya a spurious smile before turning her attention back to the ice in her empty glass. The actress yawned quietly, covering her mouth with a gloved hand. Her azure eyes slowly rose to glance up at the Romanovs, and she grinned. "I'd like to kn-", Richelle began. However, one of her bodyguards came to her side, leaned down, and whispered in her ear. She nodded as he spoke, her expression still remaining neutral. After the man finished speaking, she sat quietly before motioning to one of the other men. This man, too, she spoke to in a whisper, and he nodded before quickly exiting the bar.
She smiled again, turning her attention back to the Romanovs. "Forgive me; there was an urgent matter that needed some attending to..", she said, running her finger along the rim of the glass. "Anyway, I'm curious as to what you two do here in Chicago to make a living.. surely you must have a very successful business to wear such clothes, ja?" Richelle crossed her legs again, sitting her hands in her lap. "I've recently heard rumors... Rumors of an infamous Slavic couple." She paused, pointing at the couple with her whole hand. "Would you care to enlighten me?" |
| Melia Stahlflugel Joined: 4 Aug 2005 Posts: 613 | Posted: Fri Apr 14, 2006 9:25 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Melia Stahlflugel: This theme, Any theme Lucia couldn't help but let a small smile slip out when she heard Richelle's question. Heh, when she finds out, she'll wish she never got herself involved in even the slightest way... But, I'll let her find out just how dangerous they are for herself. She could pull the German mafia leader aside to warn her about just who she was agitating... but why help a rival?
Lucia drank the water sitting in her glass that had formed from the melting icecubes, eyes on eyeryone. She rubbed the bridge of her nose, signaling to her group: Do not react to anything unless I tell you to. Let's just sit back and watch it all unfold, Lucia thought, smirking. OOC:DAG SHE'S A COLD CUSTOMER!!! D: |
| Digithe Joined: 24 Aug 2003 Posts: 884 | Posted: Tue Apr 18, 2006 8:46 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Digithe: This theme, Any theme The two Russians watched with identical looks of interest as the bartender spoke lovingly to an armadillo. They shot each other a look as if to say, 'Can this get any wierder yet? They then shooking their heads briefly before waving off Evelyn's apologies. This place seemed interesting if for no other reason than its character! It seemed, however, to be unsuitable for protection -- indeed, it already had the influence of at least two mafias. The Russians were confident in their financial and military power, but had no intentions of starting a war. At any rate, they knew from their various sources that these mafias had plenty of power themselves, and a much greater foothold in the area. The path must still be treaded lightly.
"To tell a truth," Nikolai responded to the Kaiser, "our main source of income is all in the family. We were one of few lucky ones to escape Russia with our fortune intact." Katya nodded in agreement. "We also have hired some smart investors to play the market," she added. "It does okay, but I am never one for much risk." Nikolai nodded his agreement, but let his sister continue to talk. "I think we intend to look elsewhere soon." They paused for a moment, not having much else to say, before Richelle asked about the slavic couple. "Slavic couple?" It was Nikolai's turn to speak. "Infamous? Katya dear I think maybe someone has beat us to a punch!" "Indeed!" she responded enthusiastically. "Tell me, Mrs. Kaiser. What sort of rumors are you hearing of this couple? What is it they are so infamous for? If one of our brothers is doing well, perhaps we can join them! Hah!" |
| Melia Stahlflugel Joined: 4 Aug 2005 Posts: 613 | Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 11:11 am | Characters: All for this theme; By Melia Stahlflugel: This theme, Any theme Lucia could see Vito trying to contain his laughter in vain. He looked like he would start guffawing any second. Seeing them pretend when we know better IS funny, but contain yourself! Lucia thought, stomping on Vito's foot to stop his giggles from turning into his booming laughter that NOTHING could cover up.
Thank God Mussolini saw her dilemma and chimed in, "Hehe, Vito, you're such a featherweight when it comes to drinkin' it's sad." He then shook his head, chuckling at the still-shaking-with-laughter Vito. "Look, his face went red already and ev'rything!" said Flower, the twitchy 20-something driver of car #2 (Cira drove #1, because she was the leader, and was pretty good to boot). The Italians all had a good laugh at their buddy, who was always the first to get drunk, as he was the lankiest man on the face on the Earth. So this act wasn't much of a streach, really. "IssweartadrunkI'mnotGOD!" He said, slurring everthing together and swaying a bit. Lucia broke out into laughter, patting her cousin on the back. "Haha, you know you can't 'old your alcohol, Vito!" OOC:Vito = seriously lanky. xD
Lucia: "Vito, do you ever EAT? I mean, your legs look like freakin' FINGERS." Vito: "Hey, I regularly empty the icebox all by myself! It's my metabolism's fault!!! ;D;" |
| Eshe Joined: 14 Nov 2003 Posts: 485 | Richelle gave an icy smirk as the Russian feigned innocence. She, however, played along with the game; she knew better than to make enemies with the Slavic Mafia. "Well, if I should come across them I shall pass along your names, ja?" She stood up, her bodyguards rushing to stand beside her as she stepped over to the dark-haired, Italian girl. "I believe your business here is done, ja? I do hope you won't be making anymore trips of such... violent nature again.", The Kaiser said quietly, a fly grin on her lips.
OOC:suckage~ |
| Melia Stahlflugel Joined: 4 Aug 2005 Posts: 613 | Posted: Tue May 16, 2006 2:00 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Melia Stahlflugel: This theme, Any theme "Not here, at least," was Lucia's reply to the Kaiser. "We don't start trouble, we jus' end it," she added, grinning.
OOC:AAAH SNAPWADSSS D: |
| spy_4_hire Joined: 14 Feb 2004 Posts: 568 | Posted: Tue May 16, 2006 10:02 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By spy_4_hire: This theme, Any theme "Are you leaving then, Miss Richelle?" Evelyn asked as she came out of the back room. She set her armadillo on the counter along with a small plate of mango slices. Then she made her way over to the Russains' table and set the unopen bottle down between them.
"There ye are," she said proudly. "Straight from Russia. Ye won't find Vodka of this quality anywhere else in Chicago." |
| Digithe Joined: 24 Aug 2003 Posts: 884 | Posted: Wed May 17, 2006 4:01 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Digithe: This theme, Any theme "Is that fact?" Nikolai asked, offering Katya a look of interest that reflected his tone of voice. Katya mirrored the look he gave her, and watched intently as he picked up the bottle, opened it, and filled their previously empty glasses. Nikolai had nearly put the glass to his lips when the German mob-leader voiced her intentions; he simply nodded his approval. With that, he tilted the glass up and swallowed it down in one gulp. Katya did the same shortly after. The two then looked thoughtfully at the glasses for a moment, then simultaniously looked at each other before setting down their glasses.
"Excellent," Katya cheerfully offered, a genuine smile dancing upon her face. "Greatly improved!" joined Nikolai. "Everyone should have such drink! But how have you such resource? You don't happen to have contact in Russia, do you?" |
| spy_4_hire Joined: 14 Feb 2004 Posts: 568 | Posted: Wed May 17, 2006 4:34 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By spy_4_hire: This theme, Any theme “Well,” Evelyn tapped her chin. “I know a man, who knows a man who has a cousin in Russia, who has a very close friend that brews his own Vodka. It took a while, but it was worth it, I think…” She smiled cheerfully, and laughed. “I’m glad ye both approve of it. It’s the last bottle, so I should probably order more tomorrow… Oh, please, enjoy yourselves. You’ll have to excuse me, but let me know if you need anything.”
Hook, line and sinker, she thought to herself victoriously as she walked back over to the bar. “Refills, boys! I know at least one o’ ye bums needs one,” she sang merrily. The different bodyguards laughed and raised their empty glasses. The little Irish woman began mixing and serving drinks lightening fast to her customers. The more they drank the easier it would be to add an extra zero to the bill, and heaven knew she needed that money. “”˜ow aboot ye, Miss Lucy? Miss Richelle?” |
| Vern_5 Joined: 31 May 2005 Posts: 212 | Benny McBride pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose as he ambled into one more speakeasy he had never visited before. Three mobs in one place? And NOT shooting wildly at each other? Benny had been in this town long enough to know how much rivalry existed between the gangs but this was about as unusual as it comes. Just looking around Benny could pick out faces he knew, if only from the other side of a camera lens. Thankfully, he had taken all the necessary steps to make sure that none of them knew him; Acting as a double agent within the mobs had more than its fair share of danger.
Despite the wary peace Benny was witnessing, the Phantom Jack looked a little worse for wear. McBride had only just arrived but seeing several of the tables on their backs and smelling spilled liquor all around brought up a few suspicions. What could have caused this kind of havoc with three rival mobs, jumpy from close-proximity with each other, and yet left the rest of the speakeasy intact? Then again, why did Benny care? He wasn't working; questioning the unknown could be held off for later. In the meantime... Benny quietly slipped a cigarette from his vest pocket and stepped up to the bar, trying his hardest not to glance at any of the mobsters surrounding him. "I'm sure the others can wait their turn," Benny remarked as he leaned against the bar. "Your best hooch on the rocks, Evelyn" ...Evelyn. Oh no, Benny cursed himself inwardly, few people knew him, but they would be more than shocked about how well he knew everyone in Chicago. |
| spy_4_hire Joined: 14 Feb 2004 Posts: 568 | Posted: Fri May 19, 2006 6:18 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By spy_4_hire: This theme, Any theme “Well, isn’t this the bees knees!” Evelyn smiled genuinely at the reporter, and she stopped scratching Dylan behind the ears to get his drink. “If it isn’t B- Bobby McCarthy! Finally come t’ visit yer lonely little ”˜Kitty?’” The barkeep caught herself, she had forgotten how sensitive Benny was about her using his real name, especially with big gang members about. He was sort of weird that way, but then again, he was a writer. Besides, she wouldn't be surprised if she was the only one in the Phantom Jack who knew him as Benny McBride. “I read your latest story, and it kept me on pins and needles!” she continued cheerfully, handing him his drink.
Liam growled on his way to throw out the broken glass he had swept up. “Yer so right! I almost forgot. Thank ye, Liam,” Evelyn pulled the drink away from him, and held it away. “Liam says ye haven’t paid yer tab. Is that why I haven’t seen ye in so long, Bobby? Did ye think I’d forgit? Well, yes, I did forgit, but Liam didn’t and so it doesn’t matter none.” She brought the cup to her lips and took a long drink, emptying half the glass; her eyes closed as she savored the taste and how the cool liquid felt as it slipped down her throat. “Shame ye won’t be drinkin’ this, Bobby. It’s refreshenin’…” Liam could be heard cracking his knuckles as he reentered the room. “Then again,” Kitty said placing the glass in front of him. “This might just be yer last drink. Ye better enjoy it before Liam turns ye into a pretzel.” She whipped out the bottle and quickly refilled his glass. |
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