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War-overlord
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Presidente of Isla del Tropico
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posted March 02, 2010 02:16 PM |
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There was a knock on the office door, the handle turned and a female voice already started the conversation as she came in.
"Sweety, I was just talking to.... Oh, Mr. Godwin! I did not see you come in."
It was Maggey, Steve's secretary. Maggey was an atractive girl in her late twenties, she and Steve were having an affaire on the side.
"You usually don't." Harrold replied, his tone was curt. Harrold cared very little for Maggey, though he had to admit that she did her job satsifactory. Maggey was hesitant, she knew Harrold did not like her very much. "You may continue, I co-own this company. Anything Stephen can hear, I can hear."
"Uh, Ok. I said I was just talking to Rhonda and, uh, the shipment of herring is being held back by customs. Should I send someone to take care of this?" Maggey asked.
"No, that won't be necesary. I'll go to the dock later myself and take care of this," Steve replied. "Was that all?"
"Uh, no. But, uh, Mr. Godwin?" Maggey hestitated again.
"I know and frankly I couldn't care less." Harrold interupted. That was a lie, but Maggey wouldn't notice that without it being said directly.
"Oh, well, uh, I wondered if we were still going out to dinner tonight?" Maggey asked.
"Sure, dear. It just may be a bit later, if customs is going to be nitpicky." Steve replied. Maggey gave Steve a loving smile and left the office.
"Is that the herring that I'm thinking about?" Harrold asked.
"Yes, that's why I'll do it myself. But I still don't see what you have against Maggey, she does her job admirably."
"Because I think you hired her for her looks. But we've had this conversation ten times over, and I don't want to talk about it. However we do need to talk quietly."
Harrold made his way to a filing cabinet and pushed the hidden overloadswitch. Steve installed this switch to cause a shortcircuit and have the fuse burn out. This always gave a good excuse to leave the office. A few seconds after Harrold pushed the switch the lighting flickered a bit and died. Behind the door Maggey made an annoyed noise.
"I'll take care of it," Steve called slightly too loud. Harrold and Steve made their way to the backroom that held the fusebox. In that room was a hidden door and they entered it to the secret storage area behind it.
"I hope Maggey doesn't come looking for me while we're here." Steve muttered to himself.
"You know fully well that she uses this as an excuse to loaf around while we're here," Harrold said sarcasticly. "But we have more important things to worry about."
"You're right, now, what happened at the Shamrock?"
Harrold gave Steve a detailed account of the happenings. Like Harrold Steve was less than pleased. His mind was evidently racing, thinking of solutions. After a moment Steve finally spoke again.
"So we can expect mobsters at our doorstep? Things may go bad from there."
"That's why we should move the arsenal and the stock."
"You're right, stock to one of the safehouses out of town?"
"My thoughts exactly, arsenal to the shelter in the harbor, I would think."
"Sound idea, we'd better not move that to far away if things get ugly. But what are we going use as an excuse to have it all moved out?" Steve asked.
"You'll think of something. I'll go over to the herring ship and I'll give you a call when I'm there. I know you can manage from there on out. It's good that the stock is low at the moment, leaves for less to be moved around."
Steve just nodded.
"One last thing," Harrold started. "We need to get everything out by nightfall, I've the feeling we may get unwanted company tonight."
Again Steve nodded. Harrold looked at his pocketwatch again, 15:30, it should be enough time, but it might cause Steve to need to improvise. Harrold was confident in Steve's ability to handle things. They left and quickly replaced the burned fuse.
Steve made his way to his office again, Harrold headed out, greeting a few employees on the way.
Harrold need to fix this with customs quickly before they got too nosey. Hidden among the salted herring they officially were to recieve was an amount of Dutch and Bavarian beer. And it would not do if customs got their grubby little fingers on that.
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Danith
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Skipping in and out of reality
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posted March 06, 2010 02:43 AM |
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Pushing open the heavy door from the house to the garage Stephanie steps into the cool dark room. Giving her eyes a moment to adjust she spots a short, dark haired man leaning over a cab and muttering. She walks towards him, her high heels clicking on the concrete floor. He glances up and then comes forward to greet her.
"Hello cousin, it seems uncle thinks you'll need some protection." His voice is low and gravelly, quite at odds with his size. Stepahnie raises her eyebrow and looks at him suspiciously.
"Cousin? I wouldn't have thought you'd wish to claim your uncle's snow child as a cousin." He chuckles at that and nods his head.
"Ah Aunt Lucille told me to treat you as a lady, she said your mother was a lady and you took after her. Said that she never begrudged her being Uncles Joe's mistress, for if it wasn't her it would have been someone else. As to the cousin part, well you may not be related to me by blood, but as far as I'm concerned you are by marriage. Besides Aunt Lucille would gut me if she thought I'd treated you badly." Stepanie chuckled.
"Ah yes she is a little protective of me, call me Steffi all the boys who work with me do... not to mention the snows." He smiles and raises an eyebrow.
"snows huh, your club must be an interesting place. Ty is what I'm known by unless my mother or Aunt Lucille are around, they insist I use my full name. Bah, Etienne is such a weak name I prefer Ty. Alright hop in the cab and we will head to this club of yours....tell me does family get a discount on the girls?"
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Sir_Dragon
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posted March 06, 2010 10:07 PM |
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((It seems that some people have some problems figuring what to write so i decided to give you something to work with. The very first masterpost is now officially been posted.))
Harold:
New York city harbour, dock 5
The "Arctic Cruiser" had just entered the harbour and was just finished mooring and prepared to unload the cargo, Salted herring. All the papers was in order, the sales pre-arranged and the check-up was supposed to be just a rutine check. But this day the harbour customs had decided to be disobliging.
First they wanted to see all the ships papers, the name of the owners, the shipping company ownership, crewlists ect. Then they insisted on bodily searchings of the entire crew, before finally demanding a complete inspection of the ship and cargo.'
And it was in this condition that Harold Godwin found the ship when he arrived. The ships crew was held in custody and supervised by several armed customs on the deck while the ships captain and the customs collector was in a fierce argument on the bridge. Harrold sweared and spit on the ground. "Great, just great! Exactly what we needed!" he spit againd and started walking towards the ship. "First the deal with the Gambinos went down the drain(probably) and now we may be losing a valuable cargo of liquor that might jepordise our entire operation. God what a day!" He sighed while climbing up the gangway.
Stephanie:
Bronx, Royal Nights Club
When Stephanie and Ty arrived at her night club a surprise awaited them. Frank Profaci son of Joe profaci and a capo for the Colombo family was sitting at a table on the third floor. As Joe's legal child he didn't approve of Stephanie being taken into the family and made part of business. So he never spoke to her nor showed his face whenever she was around.
-Well well well, look what the cat draged in. Frank said in a sour and sarcastic tone. Hi sis, took you long enough. Enjoyed your stay at the mansion?
-What do you want, Frank?! Stephanie was quite irritated by his tone and behaviour. Thought you said you'd never see nor speak to me! And the last time I checked it's none of your business what I do! She sat down at the table with him, only out of politeness if nothing melse.
-Relax, no need to get agitated. I' only here cause our old man sent me here. He just wanted to be sure that you are safe from harm, and I'm the one making sure that you are. Nothing more. He snorted and looked quite frustratet. Then he sighed. Look Stephanie, I...I know our relationship hasn't been the best and I've treated you harsly and looked at you as nothing more than a nuisance. That wasn't very fair nor right of me, but it wasn't easy accepting the fact that dad had other women besides mom. Other women with children, his children.
Listen I know it's been hard for you and I want you to know that I'm sorry for all that hardships and all that pain you had to go through. Maybe it's because of the war that might break out, or maybe it's me finally growing up but I want to make amends for the things I said and did that time. I want to make up and hopefully improve our relationship to that as a brother and sister.
I know that you might not forgive me so easily maybe never, and I don't expect you to either. But I really mean it when is say that I'm sorry and that I want to be on good terms with you. Well Thats's all I came here to say. Frank stood up and took the hat and the coat and started walking towards the stairs. Take care sis, maybe I'll see you around sometime huh? He smiled.
Olaf:
Brooklyn, Some Warehouse
Olaf and some other thugs hired in by the lucchese was busy moving the crates into the trucks outside. They were carefull not to step into the blood from the corpse by the stairs. Soon the storeroom was empty and the trucks was on their way moving the booze somewhere else.
-Hey tall guy! A man shouted to him. Yes you, come over here I'll need to talk to you. The man waved. First of all good job on taking down this guy. Now listen good. The family seems to be interested in hiring you permanently, so that you you work solitarily for us. It's interesting work with good payment and planty of opportunities if you stick around long enough. What do you say? Now no need to rush things, take your time and think about. Give us an answer when you are ready. But in the meantime don't go dealing with the other gangs or families capiche?! Now get out of here before the cops arrive.
And with that the man entered the last of the trucks and they drove away leaving Olaf with 500$ and proposal to think about. Olaf didn't waste time and started walking as soon as the truck was out of sight and sure as h****. Not long after they had left the sirens of police cars sounded in the distance getting closer.
Slava:
Little Italy Mott Street, Gandolfinis Pizzaria
-Now mister Vechiaslav Piotrovich. Once again I thank you for bringing back my boys safely. The man across the table smiled friendly. And I deeply apologize the inconvinience that they have cost you and the damaged to you carb. Naturaly we'll pay the repair expences but before you leave maybe you'll listen to my proposal.
Slava had studied the man in front of him closely during this conversation and memories of the mafioso from his motherland emerged. He shrudded. "Killers and extortists, not exactly the kind of people you would want to hang out with!" He took a deep sip of the coffe and looked at his wtach. 13:30, the boss won't be happy about this and Slava knew it. He had to get back into the cab and start picking up customers. "Wait a minute, what's this talk about proposal?" He wringled his eyebrows.
-You see you seem like a nice fellow and you know how to handle the wheels and probably know your way around the streets. The man continued. I could need a man with your skills as a driver. It won't be anything perticular dangerously, Just need you to drive our men to and from places and deliver packages and someone to pick up our guys from hot places and get them home fast and safely. You earn about 20 to 30$ a month am I right. Work for me and you'll get 200 to 300$ a week! Now think about that.
The door opened and the man looked up as several men walked in. They was heavily armed and seemed tired. Amongst them was a short and chubby fellow. The man stood up and walked towards them with a furious look in his face.
-Sal! Ton! What the f**** happened?! He shouted. And where the h****s Roca?!
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War-overlord
Responsible
Undefeatable Hero
Presidente of Isla del Tropico
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posted March 06, 2010 10:23 PM |
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It took Harrold longer to get to the right dock than he had anticipated. The ship was moored at a different dock than it should have been and after he noticed this it took Harrold another 15 minutes to find out where it was actually moored. When it came to smuggling, the old adage was correct: Time was money. The longer it took to move the goods from one place to another, the more risk one ran to being discovered.
As Harrold approached the ship, he spotted the captain. A beardy man with a flat cap and a thick sweater. He looked grouchy and was continously blowing puffs of smoke from his pipe.
Harrold had a brief talk with the captain, as it turned out the two guys from customs were searching the hold and looking through random bits of cargo. They had been tipped by someone and the first mate was guiding them through the ship. The captain knew that several of the barrels of salted herring contained small kegs of beer and he was paid a little extra by Harrold and Steve to keep it hidden from customs and his crew.
As Harrold made his way on to the ship, he had one of the sailors guide him to the hold. Arriving in the hold, Harrold heard some ruckus coming from the back. It took him a while to circumnavigate the other cargo, but when he came to the part where his barrels were stored he spotted three people. He recognised the first mate in an instant as he looked like a younger, shaven version of the captain, who told that he was his eldest son. The second man was trying to open one of the barrels and failing misserably, he was a thin man with glasses and a miniscule moustache. He looked like he belonged behind a desk more than anything, as he was dressed like a typical white-collar worker. The third man actually looked like he belonged to customs. He was tall, wore a uniform and had a bored look on his face. The best thing about this man was that Harrold actually knew him. His name was Bart and he was more crooked than a banana was bent.
To draw their attention, Harrold "accidentally" knocked over a small box. He replaced it as they looked his way.
"Sorry for that," Harrold began, "but I believe you're busy ruining my fish."
As Harrold made the last few yards to the three men, he gave Bart a nearly unnoticable jab with his elbow.
"What do you mean, ruining them?" deskboy asked in a nasal and whiney voice
"Those barrels are full of salted herring, as soon as you open those barrels the herring will slowly start to spoil. And if that happens we cannot pickle them anymore. Now how do expect me to explain that to my customers, that instead of the barrels of salted herring I would get for them, I got them barrels of spoilt herring."
"But I recieved a tip that this ship was smuggling acoholic beverages," deskboy began.
"Well they would never be stupid enough to put it into my herring, it would taste like fish." That was a lie, but deksboy did not need to know that.
"Still, sir. I must insist" but Bart cut deskboy off.
"We better stop now Henry, the mister here is right. Besides, we've turned half of this ship upsidedown, if there was anything, we would've found it by now. That tip was, a red herring! Hahaha!" Bart started laughing loudly at his bad pun. The first mate chuckled a bit, but deskboy looked mad. He probably expected to get a promotion out of this. Still clutching the crowbar he used invain to open the barrels with, he left with a still laughing Bart in his trail. Harrold asked the first mate if there was a telephone near the dock he could use. The first mate said there was a phonebooth just a few yards away from their ship and on deck he pointed Harrold to it.
In the phonebooth he asked the opperator to dail the number of his shipping company. He prepared to twist his voice. A few seconds later Maggey answered the phone.
"Greater Jersey Shipping, New York office. This is Maggey, what can I do for you?"
"Is the Manager in?" Harrold asked in a twisted voice.
"I'll see if he's in. What can I tell him it's about?"
"Tell him the delivery he would send yesterday, has still not arrived."
"Please hold." Harrold heard some faint shuffling and muffeled conversation in the background.
"This is Mr. Stephen Percy. How can I help you?"
"Steve, it Harrold. Are you preparing the moving of the goods?"
"I'm sorry sir, but we've sent your shipment today, and the truck is driving as we speak." Someone must be listening, so Steve was talking like he was on the phone with an actual customer.
"Good, how long will it be untill everything is moved?"
"Ofcourse sir. You should recieve everything by this evening, but you have to account for traffic, as we have to send it from the New York office." He heard some swatting-sound and Steve mumbled something away from the phone.
"Where are we moving our stock?" Harrold asked.
"No, sir. It never did arrive at the Main office." Again Steve mumbled away from the horn, this time Harrold clearly heared Maggey giggle in the background. She had the habbit of fondeling Steve when he was on the phone.
Eitherway, the stock was being moved to the Main Office. Which meant a secluded warehouse in a small town in New Jersey. It would take longer to get the drinks to the customers, but it was worth it.
"Can I confirm your address once more, sir?"
"What do you mean Steve?" Steve mentioned the address of Bill Hanson's shop.
"Did Bill call? Is one of them ready?"
"That is correct sir, we thank you for your patience. And once more our apologies for the tardyness of your shipment."
Steve hung up. Harrold walked away from the booth and spotted the captain of the ship and Bart. First he took Bart apart.
"We didn't find anything, sir" Bart said. He did not know Harrold's name, but he had the luck of regularly overlooking Harrold's shipments. He usually tried to get his superiors to assign him the shipments, so he had a chance to cash in on Harrold's smugling.
"Good," Harrold replied,"here is the usual looking-the-other-wayfee and a little extra for getting deskboy of the ship before he got to my goods." Harrold payed the man $50 cash. Bart walked away and Harrold gave the captain his instructions to pick up his fee at the office tomorrow.
As Harrold walked away from the docks, and looked at his pocketwatch. '17:10,' Harrold thought, 'these shenanigans are wasting time as we speak. I hope I can find a cab near this place. Bill closes his shop at 18:30.'
Soon though Harrold spotted a taxi. The driver was a shifty character, but at the moment Harrold did not care. These drivers usually knew a shortcut or two and did not take the speedlimit to litterally. As Harrold got in, he told the driver the adress.
"And step on it, I want to get there before the shop closes." Harrold added.
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Danith
Hired Hero
Skipping in and out of reality
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posted March 06, 2010 10:55 PM |
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Edited by Danith at 22:58, 06 Mar 2010.
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Stephanie looks on at her brother amazed. Her eyes soften and she calls out to him as he makes his way across the room.
"Take care of yourself brother, I may not like you very much but I don't want to see you hurt in this mess either."
He nods his head and starts down the stairs.
Ty joins her at the table, Stephanie regards him for a moment and then fetches two shot glasses and some vodka from the bar, sitting back down she pours them both a shot.
"This day just keeps getting weirder and weirder, I never expected to hear a single kind word from him. I wonder how long this family consideration is going to last." She throws back the shot and grimaces at the taste. "Urgh I hope they get the booze shipment through soon this stuff is terrible."
As she pours out another shot for him a scream is heard from upstairs. Shouting and a loud slap follows. Stephanie sighs and mutters.
"Lousy blasted women. They live in a brothel they should be grateful I give them any freedom at all, instead they bicker every moment they aren't being watched. I swear some of them act like they are still children."
She marches off to see what the problem is. Looking back over her shoulder she calls out to Ty.
"I won't be going anywhere tonight so you might want to get acquainted with the boys. Some of them live in the basement but more will turn up to keep the club safe once it opens." With that she storms up the stairs intent on taking her confusion out on the girls who were still screaming at each other at the top of their lungs.
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War-overlord
Responsible
Undefeatable Hero
Presidente of Isla del Tropico
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posted March 09, 2010 02:48 PM |
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The drive to Bill Hanson's gunshop took about 50 minutes. Harrold's first assesment of the driver was correct, he cut corners where ever possible, drove over the sidewalks and was nearly always over the speedlimit when he had the room for it. However, this being a normal weekday, there were traffic jams in town and they had the bad luck of running into two of them. Making the whole journey rather haphazardly.
When the driver stopped near the shop, he turned to Harrold.
"That'll be 30 bucks," The driver said.
Staring past the man Harrold saw that the meter only indicated $18. "That's not what the meter says," Harrold said, staring coldly at the man.
"The meter has nottin to do with dis, I'm tellin ya I want 30 bucks."
"And what if I don't have 30 dollars on me?" Harrold retorted.
The driver pulled a knife and dangled it in front of Harrold's face.
"I'll just have to take my worth anoder way." The cabbie replied, hoping to threaten Harrold.
Silently Harrold laughed to himself. 'This man fancies himself a mobster, does he?'
"What're ya watin for?" The cabbie asked impatiently and firmly gripped the knife. Then Harrold's hand shot up, grabbed the man's wrist and bent his hand too far back. The cabbie's wrist snapped and he dropped the knife. Staring wide-eyed at his hand, the cabbie saw how the palm of his hand was touching his arm.
Harrold got out of the taxi. When he closed the door, the cabbie was still staring at his hand. Harrold could not resist to make a last comment, so he opened the side window.
"It's a shame how you cannot trust taxidrivers anymore." Harrold remarked and he dropped a small handfull of nickels on the drivers seat. The cabbie's face was sheer horror when he looked at Harrold and with his remaining hand he managed to start his car again and raced away.
Harrold chuckeled as he entered the shop. He did not see Bill anywhere, so he proceeded to the counter and slapped the bell two times. As the bell rang, Harrold heared someone sneeze loudly. A moment later Bill came out of the door behind the counter, wiping his nose with a bit of cloth.
"Pressing bullets again, Bill?" Harrold asked.
"Naw, I was dustin'somethin I shouldda done days ago," Bill replied in his trademark accent. "Now Harry, what can I do ya for?"
Harrold hated being called Harry. But because Bill was so usefull to him he let it slide as usuall.
"You called, remember."
"Ow yeah, your buddy answered. You weren't in, he said. Said you wouldn't return today so he would pass on the message asap. What were you doin?"
"Would you believe buying fish?" Harrold remarked dryly. Bill chuckeled.
"Always thought you were more of a beef-man," Bill remarked equally dry. As nonsensical as this conversation was turning out, Harrold couldn't resist cracking a grin. "Now down to business, I fixed your Drays." Bill butchered the name even worse than he did this morning.
"It's called Dreyse," Harrold said, pronouncing it correctly, "but didn't you say the parts weren't due for a few days?"
"I thought so, but a couple a minutes after you left, the mailman brought the parcel, so I was able to fix it this afternoon. Hold on a bit, I'll go get it."
Bill walked through a different door. Meanwhile Harrold fished the Snubnosed revolver he had borrowed out of the lining of his duster and placed it on the counter. A few moments later, Bill came back holding Harrold's gun. And he replaced it with the one lying on the counter already. "Here ya go, buddy."
"Thanks a bundle Bill, I knew I wouldn't regret picking up your tab." Harrold said while letting his Dreyse silde into it's pocket.
"Speakin of which, I had to order the parts from outa town, so this is gonna cost more than usual."
"I understand, how much?"
"125"
"Consider it detracted. Now how's my rifle coming along?"
"Ah, that's bad news I'm afraid. I discovered woodworm in the stock, so you're gonna need a brand spankin new one. But don't you worry, I have a cousin who has a woodshop some blocks away and he still owes me a favor, so it's only gonna cost a little more time."
"Hmmm, so be it."
Harrold started to turn, but Bill made a sound.
"Dang it, I just remembered your gun's still empty from repairs. Hold on, I'll get ya a few bullets."
Bill ducked under the counter and started rumaging for the ammo. Meanwhile Harrold slipped his Dreyse out of his pocket and noticed how much more smooth it went than with the revolver. He pulled out the magazine. Bill stood up again and loaded 7 bullets in the magazine. Harrold then put the magazine back in the gun, put the safety back on and slid it into it's pocket again.
"Thanks again Bill, you give me a call when you got the Mauser fixed."
Harrold headed for the door.
"Will do, see ya Harry."
"Bye Bill"
Harrold once again stood outside of the shop. The knowledge that he was carrying his own guns again made him feel slightly safer. Heading to a nearby subwaystation Harrold went home. He took the subway uneventfully and walked the last two blocks to his building. Harrold and his girlfriend rented the top floor of a small apartment building, where they lived rather luxuriously. As he entered the building he greeted the doorman and took the elevator to it's end. The elevator stopped two floors short of his, he had to take the stair to cover the last bit. Carefull not to trip any of his own alarmsystems Harrold proceded to his door. Jiggling the handle, he noticed the door was still locked. Which meant that Harrold's girlfriend wasn't home yet or had left again. Fishing his keys out of one of his pockets, he opened the door. As he walked in the hallway, he took his guns out of his duster and hung the coat on the coatrack. Putting the Dreyse in his trouserpocket after checking the safety again, he walked to the bedroom with his Luger in his hand. Flipping on the lights as he made his way there, he put the Luger in it's strongbox in his nightstand. As he walked back into the livingroom he noticed a note lying on the table. Harrold proceded to read it, it was in Dutch as most notes they left eachother were.
{Honey,
If you're reading this I'm not back from work yet. I probably will be soon.
Remember that you promised that we would go to the cocktail-party at the museum tonight. Your tuxedo is cleaned and in your side of the closet.
Love,
Crystal}
"I would have comepletly forgotten about the party," Harrold muttered to himself as he walked back to the bedroom. Putting his pocketgun on the nightstand Harrold undressed himself and took the tuxedo out of the closet. Being dressed mostly Harrold noticed how the shirt and waistcoat were rather tight around his waist. "Either I'm in need of a new tux, or I need to lose weight," Harrold muttered to himself again, "I'm not sure which prospect I dread the most. Crystal will have to help later with the tie and cufflinks. I never can get those on propperly." Saying that, Harrold heard the bells of one of his alarms. This did not have to mean anything, as Crystal was not aware of all of them. Harrold picked up the Dreyse from the nightstand nonetheless. A few seconds later there were sounds at the door and Harrold proceded to the niche where he could see the door but could not be seen in turn.
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Kipshasz
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Elvin's Darkside
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posted March 09, 2010 03:32 PM |
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Slava was intrigued by this offer.
- Interesting. And I say that you got yourself a new eployee. Good day comrade.
Slava sat in his car. He was running late. The boss sure was going to be pissed about it, but frankly Slava didn't cared. He got a new job.
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"Kip is the Gavin McInnes of HC" - Salamandre
"Ashan to the Trashcan", "I got PTSD from H7. " - LizardWarrior
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Danith
Hired Hero
Skipping in and out of reality
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posted March 13, 2010 07:13 AM |
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Edited by Danith at 07:16, 13 Mar 2010.
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Stephanie stormed through the door leading to the girl's rooms, her heels sinking into the rich carpet that defines the start of the in-house bordello.
"What on earth is going on in here?" Stepahnie's voice remains low and calm but the women quiet down quickly seeing the tension in her frame. Stephanie was a good boss but you did not want to cross her when she was in a foul mood. One of the girls twists round to look at her properly. Her old fashioned corset restricts her movements, but she wears it with a grace that comes with long familiarity with the antique style.
"Steffi some of the girl's were just having a rather noisy disagreement that distracted the rest of us from getting ready for opening. I can't say that they don't know better, silly geese, but I think maybe you should keep a good eye on the new girls we bring in." She pauses for breath and searches Stephanie's face before continuing. "We all know what's going down, the guys downstairs clued us in. This stupidity was a result of that. Katie was running round screaming like a headless chook, so Lana slapped her. Then they had a flaming row, simple as that."
Stephanie relaxes and the girls react to the ease in atmosphere, many sit down and nervous grins break out.
"Sarah, thanks for the run down. Nice corset, you going for a dirty Victorian theme tonight?" The curvy, auburn haired girl nods and Steffi smiles at her closest friend and most experienced prostitute. "All right girls here's the run down. The men are playing who can be top dog once again and we have to put up with it. Joe has ordered extra protection for the club, so while you are here you should be safe enough provided you stick to the rules. Remember, make sure the guys see anyone you bring up here. If a bouncer shakes his head or frowns at you, you find out the problem, and if a rival family sends a soldier in here, you scatter. Get behind the furniture or if you can manage it get to your room up here. Lost revenue won't matter to a corpse. Trust your instincts and don't be stupid."
Steffi turns to go when a hand grabs her wrist, stopping she raises an eyebrow and frowns at the small brunette holding her. The girl drops her wrist and blushes.
"Steffi you said you would think about letting my sister come here to work," she stammers out. "I know this isn't a good time but well Father's started drinking again and she just isn't safe at home. He's an animal, she will be safer here keeping men happy than she is in our house." Stephanie rubs a hand on her forehead and thinks furiously for a moment.
"Jenny we don't have a spare room to put her in, but if you are willing to share your room with her I guess we could squeeze her in. Have her come in for an interview when she's free."
Jenny smiles shyly "Thanks Steffi your the best, Melly is in my room now.... she was visiting. Can she interview now?" Stephanie stares into Jenny's hopeful face and wonders when she started running a halfway home for fragile women. Hating to disappoint the girl regarding her as a saviour she nods.
"Have her meet me in my office in 10 minutes. I'm heading down to check on the band." Saying so she sweeps out of the room and down the stairs.
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posted March 13, 2010 03:58 PM |
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A few minutes earlier
As Sal and Ton and the surviving members of the hit got to the Pizzaria the first thing they noticed was the run down cap with it's back filled with bullet holes. Sal whistled. "Seems like we were'nt the only ones running into trouble. Damn, that means that Bruno's in a foul mood." He sighed and noded to the others to follow.
-All right. Let's get this over with. Ton said firmly. Now you just keep silent and let me and Sal do the talking. Just answer his questions with yes or no and confirm what we tell hi and all's gonna be well. He did'nt sound so sure though.
When they got in the first thing the saw was an unfamiliar man, most likely the cab driver, sitting beside a table and talking to the Caporegime Bruno. As Bruno got his eyes on the group he stood up looking quite enraged.
-Sal! Ton! What the f**** happened?! He shouted. And where the h****s Roca?!
-The hit went terribly wrong boss. Sal explained. We couldn't get Guiseppe no matter what. Me, Ton and Roca fired with luparas from inside the bar while the new guys fired with tommy guns from the outside but he still got away. He took a deep breath, and dryed off some sweat.
-Roca and the new guys went for a chase and when they finally managed to catch up with him he had crashed into a building known as a Gambino hang out place. Ton continued with a nervous look at his partner. Roca and co was more heavily armed but nonetheless both outnumbered and outgunned by more or less 50 man with handguns. Roca and 3 more guys fell, while taking out 20-30 others. But Guiseppe got away. He stopped to look at the boss reaction and swallowed as he witnessed the boss face turn red then blue.
-They had a meeting with a man named "Albert Brünwald", a smuggler they were interested in doing business with. He also mentioned something about a hit, but he didn't have any precise intell on it. Most likely he won't recieve it either. Sal hurried on, hoping to ease the boss fury.
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Danith
Hired Hero
Skipping in and out of reality
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posted March 16, 2010 03:54 AM |
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Later that night in Stephanie's office.
Stephanie stares at the paperwork on her desk, and massages her forehead. The lack of decent booze was eating into her profits and Joe really didn't like when that happened. She wondered if the new girl Melly would make any difference to her bottom line. Melly looked sweet and innocent, but had the soul of a prostitute. You really had to wonder at a man who produces two daughters who both would happily trade their bodies for a chance to get away from him. Yes her revenue stream would probably jump a significant amount once word got round that the two sisters who looked enough alike that you would think they were twins, were working together and sharing a bed.
A knock interruped her reverie, Ty walked into her office and nodded to her.
"Steffi, that shipment you were worried about has come through. Uncle's men are unloading it now." He frowns for a minute and looks at Steffi. "You know I've been meaning to ask you why this club never seems to have a problem with the cops, the guys said since you've been running the place it's only been busted once." Stephanie sighs and looks at Ty.
"Thanks for letting me know about the new stock, as to the other, I'm afraid that's a secret I have to keep. Not that I suspect you, but my arrangements will only work if they remain completely secret."
Ty smiles wryly, "Don't fret about it, I was curious that's all." Turning he heads back out of her office and leaves her to her papaerwork.
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War-overlord
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Presidente of Isla del Tropico
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posted March 16, 2010 03:21 PM |
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The sounds near the door were getting louder. Harrold was in position in the niche near the door and if the need be he could shoot the person as soon s/he would open the door. Suddenly there was a light jingle and then a much louder one. The person at the door dropped a ring of keys. Ruffling and agian a jingle, the key was put in the door. Slowly the door opened and a woman came into view. Harrold relaxed and put his Dreyse on the safety again; it was Crystal. Putting the gun into the pocket of his waistcoat, Harrold stepped out of the niche. Crystal, who had hung her coat onto the rack noticed him, quickly planted a kiss on his cheek and walked into the living room.
"Have you been home long, Obi?" She asked, while shortening her pet-name for him. They had known eachother from childhood and grew up in the same village, but after Harrold had finished his training in Prussia and gone rogue not long after, he made it clear to her that it would be safer if they did not refer to eachother by their actual names anymore. Both had picked a name for eachother that served as a petname, a nickname and a codename at the same time. Hers was Crystal, his was Obsidian.
"No, but long enough to read your note and nearly put on my tux," Harrold said while he followed her into their penthouse appartement.
"Don't tell me," she said jokingly, "You need help with your cufflinks and tie again."
"Well that and I haven't found my good boots yet."
"I'll help you once I've finished changing." And with that Crystal dissapeared into the bedroom. Harrold made himself comfortable into one of the leather chairs. Patting his pockets, he quickly remembered that his cigars were still in his duster.
"Don't you dare, I'm having trouble enough getting the smell from your normal clothes! I don't want your tux smelling of tabacco as wel." it came from the bedroom. Crystal must have heard him patting.
"You know me too well," Harrold chuckeled. "You'd best be carefull with that knowledge. Remember me, where is the party again?"
"The Natural History Museum, there is a large benefit party there remember? All the high-class people of the city will be there."
"Then how did we get tickets? I know we're not the poorest couple around, but that's a bit out of our league." 'Especially considering the way I earn my money,' Harrold added in thought.
"Mr. Thornedike didn't feel like going. Besides he got two tickets and he didn't know who to take."
"Oh, right." Harrold remembered again. Crystal worked as the Personal Asistant of Mr. Johnston Percival Thorndike, A Boston Blue Blood who moved to New York. Next to her normal duties, Crystal also threw his weight around for him at parties like this if Mr. Thorndike did not feel like going himself.
"Will we have time to eat before we go there?" Harrold asked.
"I think so, it doesn't start 'till 21:00. But nobody shows up on time at these kind of parties. What did you have in mind?"
"Nothing in particular, but I didn't have much time to eat today."
"Oh, we could go to that bistro I've been dieing to take you to."
"Fine with me." Harrold heared jingling coming from the bedroom, Crystal must be going through her jewelrybox. It would not take her long to finish, as she usually wore very little makeup.
"You need anything?" She asked from the bedroom. "I'm here now."
"Other than cufflinks? If you bring me my silver watch, that'll be enough." More jinlging, but it sounded closer this time.
"And? What do you think?" Crystal asked when she came out the bedroom. Harrold got up from the chair and turned to face her. She stood there in a long, elegant black dress, sexy yet very classy at the same time. Her long red hair formed a intresting contrast to the blackness of the dress.
"You look gorgeous. You've outdone yourself once again." Harrold said in a weak voice. Despite his alertness and steel nerves, Harrold was anything but perfect and one of his flaws was his fatal atraction and love for his girlfriend. "Is, uhh" Harrold swallowed hard, "Is this a new dress?" Shivers ran down his spine even asking.
Crystal smiled as wide as she could, she knew the effect she had on him. "Yes, I got it just for this occasion. Now stand still while I tie your tie."
She produced a black bow tie and made use of the time Harrold needed to recover. Harrold hated wearing a tie and this was probably the best time to tie it on him
"Now, was Emile a Mason or an Illuminatus? I have trouble keeping track of your personas." Crystal was referring to Emile LeTouse, the identity he wore when he was Crystal's boyfriend to the public. Emile was a wealthy Canadian who was heir to a lumber-fortune and his 'Family' was of French Noble origin.
"He is a Knight of Malta," Harrold replied while recieving his silver watch and chain.
"Oh, then I have the wrong cufflinks," Crystal returned to the bedroom, "Do you want to wear the maltese signet ring with that?"
"Yes, but let me wash my hands first, they still smell a little like herring." Harrold moved to the bathroom, which was closer from were he stood than the kitchen.
"I can't find them in your nightstand, honey. Where are they?" it came from the bedroom a little later
"They must be in the study then."
Having washed his hands Harrold moved to the study as well. Crystal was there already, rumaging through his desk. "You know I don't keep them in my desk. They should be in that lockbox on the bookcase."
Crystal sighed and moved to the bookcase. Harrold took the oppertunity to sneak a box of cigars into his coatpocket.
"Those better be your high-class cigars," She said with her back still turned to him. She was playing angry with him.
"Why?"
"They don't smell as bad as those cheaper ones you usually smoke."
Appearantly she found the cufflinks, since she turned back to him.
"Well, are they?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," Harrold said with a guilty smile.
"Come, give me your other hand." Crystal apearantly already put one of the cufflinks on. Harrold knew better than to refuse and offered his other hand. He ejoyed it when he could ease up and Crystal was one of very few people with whom Harrold could.
"Ok, that should do it." Crystal said, she was smiling again. "Looking like that, I'd almost forget what you do for a living." She eased herself into an embrace. They stood like that for a long time, occasionally kissing.
"Shall we go?" Harrold eventually whispered.
"Yes. But try to relax tonight, you've been so tense lately."
Together the went to the hallway, Harrold helped Crystal into her coat and went to fetch his duster.
"You're not going to wear that dusty old thing, are you?" She asked him.
"Sorry, force of habit." Harrold put on his good overcoat instead.
They went to the bistro Crystal had talked about after locking up. Both enjoyed their meal and eachothers company, it was the first meal they had together in several days. Around 21:30 they took a taxi to the Museum of Natural History. They got in without any problems, the doorman knew Crystal or Catherine as she called herself since she got to America several weeks after him. After they had their first drink, non-alcohlic this party was legal in every way, Crystal left Harrold alone for a bit. She had to talk to someone who worked for Mr. Thorndike.
Left alone, Harrold lit a cigar and looked around. Crystal was right, nearly everybody was from the high-class society of New York. Ordering a cola from one of the waiters, he spotted someone familiar. It was Lucille Profaci, wife to the head of the Colombo family. Harrold was slightly surprised to see her here. He knew Lucille was one of New York's socialites, but he did not expect to see her. She was gabbing away to a couple of other ladies Harrold did not recognise. However his attention was drawn towards a young girl standing a bit away from Lucille. The makeup she wore made it look like her face was made of porcelain and it took Harrold some time to place her. He had never seen her before, but she fit the description he had of Joe Profaci's illegitimate daugther, though he could not remember her name just yet. She looked a bit like she was lost and her bodyguard did not make her seem to feel at ease either. The bodyguard fit the description of "a gorilla in a suit" and he was breathing over her shoulder.
As he saw the waiter return with his drink, Harrold got an idea to enjoy himself a bit while he was here. Quickly he scribled down a note and folded it. It read:
{Your guardian hovers around you like a moth does to a flame. He still needs to learn the art of staying in the background.
-A kindred spirit.}
As the waiter brought his drink, Harrold instructed him to give the note to the girl, but not to mention who sent it. Harrold told the waiter he wanted to play a prank on a friend.
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Danith
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Skipping in and out of reality
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posted March 18, 2010 06:02 AM |
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Royal Nights Club
Stephanie was standing near the entrance to her club chatting one of the regulars. He a man of medium build and epic facial hair, who came to the club for a tipple and to acquire a few bottles for his home. He was also one of the senior judges of the city but that was a fact best not mentioned within the walls, Stephanie had first met him at the parties Lucille dragged her along to, and the man was a fascinating conversationalist. She had to hand it to him, he might look at the girls in her club but never in all the years she had been running it had he ever been unfaithful to his vivacious wife.
Hearing a commotion coming from the foyer Stephanie excuses herself to see what's going on. Spotting Lucille entering the club she hurries over to her.
"Lucy what on earth are you doing here?" Lucille enfolds her in a hug and beams at her.
"My pet, it's time for a party. You haven't been to one for ages, gather up some of your girls and we'll head off. Ty can be our escort." Stephanie sighs and nods.
"Alright I will go fetch Sarah and Jenny, we will meet you in the car."
Museum Gallery.
Stephanie wandered around the gallery trailing Lucille who was enjoying introducing Sarah and Jenny to various friends and acquaintances. She was staring to feel annoyed about the whole party thing, not only was she feeling bored but the bodyguard Lucille had picked out to accompany her had never worked as one. He was just one of Joe's thugs who happened to be handy when Lucille decided to whisk them all off to this party. He was constantly getting in her way. The one bright spot was Ty who was at least a decent conversationalist, too bad he seemed to be taking forever fetching their drinks.
Staring off into the crowd, Stephanie is startled out of her reverie by a hand touching her elbow. The waiter behind her offers her a note with a smile, she takes the note, but before she can ask who it's from he disappears into the throng of people milling around the gallery. Reading the note she begins to chuckle quietly to herself, she quickly pens a reply {If you shave a gorilla and put him in a suit, you can't expect him to walk without his knuckles dragging on the ground.}
Spotting the waiter who brought her the note she signals him over and asks him to take the note back to the person who sent it to her. Stephanie tracks the waiters movements, feeling a touch on her shoulder she jumps a little. Ty laughs at her and offers her some punch.
"Whats got you so fascinated Steffi? You were staring so hard there must be something interesting going on." Stephanie smiles and takes the punch.
"Well yes, someone decided to play a little game with me. I was just trying to work out who it was."
"Ah well I'm sure they will try again." Saying so he takes her arm and escors her over to Lucille who is waving to them.
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Sir_Dragon
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posted March 19, 2010 12:35 AM |
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The party at the Natural Histrory Museum was a high-class luxury party for the top figures of New York City. Well known politicians, judges, lawyers, bankers and business men with families. Even some famous singers and actors was present. All legal with non-alcoholic drinks and strict security supervised by NYPD's finest men, only those invited could enter.
Therefore it was quite a surprise when a Cadillac Type 61 containing Meyer Lansky stopped just outside the entrance. But after shoving his invitation the NYPD officer's reluctantly had to let him pass with his two bodyguards, after a quick bodily-search on the latter. An emmidiate silence fell over the party guests as the closely watched the little group entering the museum gallery.
Meyer Lansky was a well known jewish hotel contractor and with interests in both Las Vegas and Miami, and according to rumours a big time gambling house manager and bootlegger. Not that anyone had definite proof of these accusations. But a well known fact was his close friendship with the infamous mafia boss "Lucky" Luciano. So for many, including Lucille Profaci, his sudden appearance was unexpected.
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War-overlord
Responsible
Undefeatable Hero
Presidente of Isla del Tropico
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posted March 19, 2010 07:36 PM |
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Watching the waiter deliver his note, Harrold sipped from his cola. However the sweetness of the drink caused a minor toothache. 'Goddammit, this stuff's sweet. They must've added sugar.'
The distraction made him loose the waiter and he put the drink down. Searching quickly he spotted the girl again and the waiter arrived a few seconds after he found her. As she read the note, she started to smile. Quickly she penned down a note herself, a reply most likely.
She gave it to the waiter and followed him with her eyes but a man came to her with a drink and Harrold could see that the distraction was enough to loose him. The man was short and had dark hair and he could almost pass for the skinnier son of Sal, the man Harrold met that afternoon. Meanwhile the waiter had reached him again and offered Harrold the note. Taking it and shoving it in his pocket for now.
"Thank you, a question. What kind of cola are you serving tonight?"
"The same kind the museum usually serves, sir. Is there something wrong?" The waiter politely replied.
"It's far to sweet for my tastes, I'd rather have a Tonic Water if you don't mind."
"Of course sir, I'll take your drink then."
Harrold handed over the cola and the waiter walked away again. Harrold fished the note out of his pocket and took a long draw from his cigar as he read it. Snickering to himself, he started to think of a reply. Appearantly she was as angry with her guard as he surmised. But before he could pen down a reply, he spotted Crystal returning. When she spotted him a slight sign of dissaproval flashed across her face, because of his smoking probably. The sign was gone quickly because she was talking to a man she was leading towards him. The man looked like he was is his late 40s and had an impressive girth. A neatly trimmed, graying moustache adorned his face and he had a friendly look about him.
"Oh, there you are Emile, there is someone I'd like to introduce to you," Crystal began. "This is Milton Grossberg, Mr. Thorndike is a close friend of him. Milton, this is Emile LeTouse. He is the man I told you about."
Harrold shook the hand of Grossberg, who belieing his girth reacted pretty fast.
"Milton Grossberg, a pleasure to meet you," the man said while shaking his hand. He had pleasant guttural boom in his voice.
"Emile René LeTouse, the pleasure is all mine," Harrold replied in a slight posh accent.
"I hear from Catherine that you've been a great help to her, since she arrived here in our country. You're a true gentleman, my boy."
"Oh, that's to much praise Mr. Grossberg."
"Come now, my boy. For such a dear friend of Catherine, there is no Mister. You just call me Milton."
Harrold was about to reply as a silence fell over the crowd. As all heads turned to the entrance, Harrold spotted who caused the "comotion". It was Meyer Lansky, a shrewd businessman and rumoured mobster. Though Harrold had no dealings with the man so far, but his reputation was great in the underworld. Lansky was accompanied by two men, but their hats so far obscured their visages. As Lansky and his men moved into the crowd, conversations started again quietly. The waiter was standing near them as Harrold spotted him.
"Is that my Tonic Water?" Harrold asked.
"Yes sir."
"Ah, say there good waiter. Could you show me the restrooms?" Grossberg asked him. He nodded reasuringly to Crystal. "I'll be right back, my dear." And the man followed the waiter.
"Could you bring me some punch on your way back?" Crystal asked while he walked away.
"Of course, my dear."
Harrold took the oppertunity to take his notebook and write a reply.
"What are you doing, Obi?"
"Writing a note, I've started a little exchange with a girl here."
"Oh, did you now?" she said, dissaproval and sarcasm dripping from her voice. Crystal had a jealous streak, though it rarely surfaced. It did now. Harrold quickly scanned the crowd again and quickly found the girl again. He subtelly pointed her out to Crystal.
"That's the girl."
"Oh Gods," the disaproval melted of her face and made way for surprise, "she's the spitting image of your sister."
"I almost thought it was her, if she did not die three years ago."
Harrold finished the note.
{Given the present company, that gorrila may come in handy. However your short waiter would do a much better job, one would think. He seems far more trainable and in less need of a shave.}
Harrold found a new waiter and instructed him to deliver the note and ordered a new Tonic Water.
The waiter moved away through the crowd. Nearly at the same time, Milton Grossberg came back holding two glasses of punch. He handed one to Crystal and took a sip of his own.
"I hope you don't mind that I did not bring you anything, my boy. But you were drinking something when I left." Grossberg began.
"I dont mind, I ordered a new drink myself. Never liked fruitpunch that much, I prefer something bitter," Harrold replied.
"Yes, I thought something like that. Now dear Catherine never told me what you do for a living."
'That's none of your business' was the first thought that occured to Harrold, but he knew well enough not to say that.
"Not much realy, to be quite honest. My dear departed grandfather left me with quite an inheritance, though that's mostly tided to capital stocks. I fidle around with those and some of my own, I can live comfortably of the dividents. I spend most of my time keeping up with the businesses I have stocks in."
"I see, you don't look like the stock-market type, if you don't mind me saying so."
"I don't, and I'm thinking of cashing most of it. Getting it while the getting is good and all that."
"That might well be a wise move, my boy. Now what was all the comotion about earlier. I never got a good look on what happened." Grossberg said.
Harrold felt Crystal's arm snake around his, she was never comfortable when Harrold talked about men in his actual business. He rarely did so and he made sure it could never indicate on his own business. In fact the only people who knew about Harrold's business was Steve, his clients only knew what they needed and absolutely nothing more. Harrold knew he had to tread lightly when he replied.
"Well, from what I could see. Mr. M. Lansky came in. I know he is in the hotel business, but there have been nasty rumours about him going around lately. Never could learn what those rumours were though.
Now what is it that you do to earn your keep, Mr. Grossberg?" Harrold steered the conversation in a new direction, he knew it would be in his own interest to leave the underworld for what it was for tonight.
"Oh, terribly sorry, my boy. Did I not mention that? I am The Grossberg of "Grossberg and Klein Lawfirm". I'm a lawyer obviously." Grossberg replied with pride gleaming in his eyes.
The waiter finally returned, Harrold still saw the note still sticking out of his pocket.
"Here's your tonic, sir. Sorry for the wait, there has been quite a ruckus in the kitchen. I'll go on your other errand now."
Harrold accepted his drink. Crystal and Grossberg had not finished theirs so he didn't bother ordering anthying else.
"What errand did he talk about?" Grossberg asked. The man was quite nosy, a bit too much to Harrold's tastes. But having a lawyer for an aquaintance might prove usefull. He was going to let it pass.
"I asked him about refilling the Hors d'œuvres, they were going empty." Harrold lied, while indicating an empty tray on a table nearby.
At that moment there was a loud crash, coming from the main exhibition-area, that was in use as the kitchen tonight.
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Danith
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posted April 24, 2010 10:45 AM |
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Stephanie drifted idly through the crowd on her cousins arm, they chatted amiacably with the other party goers and each other and she had to admit with a decent escourt the party was looking up. Not that the gorrilla trailing after her was any less annoying but with Ty there she could safely ignore him.
Hearing a commotion by the entrance Stephanie and Ty both swing about to see what is happening. Stephanie is stunned to see Meyer Lansky at the museum. He was not noted for attending such high flown affairs and she hoped he would not be the start of another chain of violence. She glances anxiously about for Lucille and noted with relief her bodygaurds leading her Father's wife out an exit at the back of the gallery.
Jenny and Sarah came to stand next to her, their heads bent together, they were whispering and giggling over the appearance of this rich man, at this event. Sarah leaned towards Stephanie,
"Hmmmm Steffi do you think he's as generous as he is rich? I know your family doesn't play well with the others but he looks like the kind to give a girl diamnonds for playing out a few of his kinks."
Stephanie sighed and turned to look at Sarah.
"My dear you are one of my best friends, and I love you to pieces but I swear you have the soul of a merchant." Sarah chuckled,
"What can I say, I love sex, I love men and I L O V E, love money. I have the perfect career, you know I could never be faithful to one man and this is the best way forward for me." Stephanie ducked her head in acknowledgement then froze as she saw the man himself making his way towards her.
As he approached a waiter slipped a note into her hand, distracted she forgets to check where the waiter came from and curses when she realises. Tucking the note away as Meyer Lansky approached her, Ty raised his eyebrows but nodded to indicate he would ask about it later.
Lansky bowed before her, his clothing immaculate and obviously expensive,
"My dear Miss Profaci, I had hoped to be able to meet you here tonight. I hear such wonderful things about your club, from the very best people. A club with such an excellent reputation is always of interest to me, as is a woman as lovely as yourself who runs it."
Stephanie raises her eyebrows in surprise, she was not aware that any of her customers were associated with the man in front of her who was practically a legend in the underworld they both inhabited.
"Sir, I am glad to make your aquaintance. I do so hope that if you visit my club your interests are truly for pleasure and not acquisition?" He laughed at her defensive manner, his voice low and confident he replied,
"But of course my dear, now I do believe I am in need of a drink, it is quite wamr in here but i am sure we can chat more once I have made the rounds?" Stephanie nodded and smiled, she dared not say no to this man, and she hoped and prayed that she would weather whatever storm he was about to bring into her life.
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sir_Dragon
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posted May 06, 2010 02:34 PM |
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((Allright then. I know i have been neglecting my duties lately and I apologise for any inconvinience that may have caused everyone. So if there's still any interest for this rpg here's the next masterpost update. hopefully it will bring some more writing and player vs player action.))
Slava:
Slava was right. His boss wasn't happy with Slava quiting his job as a taxi driver, but there was nothing he could do. For all his angry yelling and shouting got him was a cold shoulder and the back of Slava's head as he walked out the office. Not long after that Slava found himself in the italian pizzeria surounded by citythugs and hitmen, but he didn't care. The job was well paid and safe to some degree.
Now his first job was easy. Following the bomb accident in Long Island the Don of the DeCavalcante family had been rather infuriated and especially since the warehouse incident the ties to the New York families was beginning to loosen up. Therefore Caporegime Bruno was sent to New Jersey to smooth things over and mend the relationship. So Slava was ordered to drive the Bruno to Jersey.
Harrold:
-I asked him about refilling the Hors d'œuvres, they were going empty. Harrold lied, while indicating an empty tray on a table nearby.
At that moment there was a loud crash, coming from the main exhibition-area, that was in use as the kitchen tonight. When Harrold and several other guests turned their attention towards the kitchen area they saw a trolley carrying several plates, glasses and cutlery had been tripped over. The kitchen staff hurridly tried to pick up the tableware and cleaning up the mess.
-A most unfortunate accident nothing more. That sort of thing can happen to even the best of chef's and waiters. A cold low voice came from direvtly behind harrold and as he turned around he found himself face to gace with Meyer Lansky with one of his goons beside him.
-Yes a most unfotunate accident but nothing to be conserned about. Harrold grinned friendly but cursed inside his head for his carelessness. How do you? My name is Emile LeTouse. He said while offering his hand for a handshake
-My Pleasure Mr. Emile LeTouse. Meyer returned the handshake and smiled most openheartedly. My name is Meyer Lansky an hotel contractor. Then he leaned forward and whispered so only Harrold could hear it. And I'm most interested in making your acquaintance "Albert Brünwald". Then hi smiled most friendly and excused himself leaving harrold in a mix of shock and surprise.
Stephanie:
Stephanie kept a close eye on Meyer Lansky as he made the rounds. The only interuption was the little accident in the kitchen area. Nothing about what Lansky did seemed to be of any interest but there was one thing. When Meyer was greeting an unfamiliar man he had whispered something that seemed to make an impact on the stranger whoever he was. It could be nothing but knowing Lansky's reputation Stephanie didn't belive it. Then she saw Milton Grossberg a famous attorney who she knew she made her approach smiled and said.
-Oh Mr. Milton Grossberg it's been such a long time since the last time we spoke. How have you been? And who is this charming acquaintance of yours, I don't belive we've met before. Would you be so kind to Introduce us?
Olaf:
Not Long after he had gotten home Olaf had been called up and told to
come over to the bar. There he was told a convoy of boose was coming in and he and some other men picked out as escorts and and guardsmen. Armed with shotguns the drove towards the state border and stood waiting for the rtucks to arrive. When the did hell broke loose. several cars came rushing in and soon after the sound of machine guns filled the air. It was a f***ing ambush!
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Presidente of Isla del Tropico
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Harrold cursed in his mind. He had lost sight of Lansky and allowed himself to be snuck upon. Crystal had asked him to relax and he had done so, to much it seemed. Men like Lansky had two things in common if anything, they were dangerous but they could also provide unique business-oppertunities. The most important thing about dealing with such men is to keep both in mind. They got to be on top of the pile because they were smart and usually one or more steps ahead of the rest. If Harrold wanted to keep his head and or do business with him he at the very least needed to keep up with Lansky's pace or even be a step ahead of him.
Also if Lansky knew of his alias of Albert Brünwald, he at least had very good ties to the Genovese family, since Harrold had used this alias last in Rhodesia five years ago. And the men he dealt with there he had killed, either by someone else or himself. Heads did not lie, those men were dead for five years now. Then again Lanksy moved through the NY underworld like Harrold did. He wasn't realy part of a familie but he worked with and around them. He was a part of the Kosher Nostra, not the Cosa Nostra.
A small sqeeze on his arm roused Harrold from his thoughts. Crystal was still holding him by the arm and indicated that Milton Grossberg was heading their way and he was guiding the girl Harrold had exchanged notes with. Still it would take a bit of time for them to move through the throng before they got to them.
"What did Lansky want from you?" Crystal asked, she had been quiet during their brief conversation.
"Nothing, yet. Though he is aware of one of my aliases. I'm gonna have to find out what he realy wants later tonight." Harrold replied in a low soft voice, people did not need to know.
"Be carefull when you do," Crystal warned him, concern was evident on her face. Harrold knew she did not mind his actual business, his training meant that he was able to opperate with a reasonable low risk, however she did not want to loose him. During the Great War they did not have any contact and when word got out he had died to cover his recruitment, she was hartbroken for several years. Harrold nodded reasuringly and give her a kiss.
Grossberg was getting closer and they had to behave like honorable civilians again. It was good Grossberg did not see him converse with Lansky. Grossberg was standing next to them now.
"Cathrine, Emile, this is Stephanie a dear friend of mine. Stephanie, these are Emile LeTouse and Catherine Harrison." Milton Grossberg boomed.
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Kipshasz
Undefeatable Hero
Elvin's Darkside
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Slava checked the car. A fine Duesenberg, made specificaly for Mafia's needs. He made several last preparations for the car, then loaded up his Mosin-Nagant, which he used to shoot wolves in winter. The family also provided him with a .45 Colt as a sidearm for Slava's use. He started a smoke, and waited for his 'client'
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"Ashan to the Trashcan", "I got PTSD from H7. " - LizardWarrior
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Danith
Hired Hero
Skipping in and out of reality
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posted May 10, 2010 10:17 AM |
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Stephanie allowed herself to relax as she chatted with Milton, with Lansky lost in the crowd she was able to think clearly again. Hopefully Lansky was here with bigger fish to fry than one lowly club manager, and that his interest in her was momentary.
Milton led her towards an aquaintance of his he wished for her to meet, both Ty and gorilla guard trailing their movements through the crowd. Coming face to face with Emile was another shock to her system. Though she could not recall meeting him before there was something very familiar about his face. Recovering quickly she did the pretty with regards to introductions. Turning to address Catherine she asked
"So tell me Miss Harrison, how long have you lived in New York?"
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War-overlord
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Presidente of Isla del Tropico
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"For two-and-a-half years now and please, call me Katherine. I'm not at work, there is no need to be so stiff and formal," Crystal replied. She was recovered now from the initial shock of Stephanie's resemblance to Harrolds late sister. "Now tell me, how do you know Milton?" Within seconds the two women were gabbing away happily.
Meanwhile Harrold obeserved how Stephanie's bodyguards made their way through the crowd. The smaller man easily snaked his way among the crowd, not disturbing any of the other guests. The gorrila muscled his way through, regardless of the crowds and groups he broke up. Also Harrold saw Lansky making use of the buffet, he and his bodyguards were not making any trouble here, yet. But they surely would not have come here to socialise, there was a secondary goal with men like that.
Harrold paid scant attention to Crystal and Stephanie. However he saw that Grossberg wanted a word with him.
"I must say, Emile, I'm a bit nervous with Mr. Lansky here. Makes me feel like there is something about to happen." He said in a hushed tone.
"What do you mean Milton?" Harrold asked.
"You were right about the rumours, my boy. I'll tell you, as an attorney I've heard quite a few of them about Mr. Lansky. Things about him being a crimeboss, having ties with the mob and all that. I'm fairly certain that he's not just here for the fine buffet and pleasant company."
Harrold took a draw from his cigar, but noticed it had died on him. Harrold fished a vesta case out of his pocket and lit the cigar again. He offered Milton a cigar as well, who happily took it. Harrold lit Milton's cigar as well.
"Well, if it is true what you say, then maybe he's here to do a deal or something even worse. I certainly hope not though, I was hoping to have a nice evening tonight," Harrold said.
"I hope I'm wrong, Emile. But when you've been in my business for so long as I have, you develop an instinct for that kind of thing, you know. I must say though, this is a mighty fine cigar, my boy. Where did you get it?" Grossberg asked.
Harrold grinned, "It's a Tobacco from the Dutch East Indies. I've discovered it when I went to The Hague for business with my late Grandfather a few years ago. You can buy it here to, in a small tobacconist in Staten Island. But I don't remember the exact adress. I could walk there with my eyes closed, but I'll be darned if I can remember what street it's on."
Milton laughed, "I know how you feel, my boy. I also know a great Deli in Manhatan. Been a regular there for years, but I never can remember his telephone-number."
"Emile!" Crystal interupted, slightly loud. "Stephanie asked you something. Weren't you listening?"
"Sorry, no I wasn't," Harrold replied. "What was it you asked?"
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