Realistic or Modern Omertá

Angst · Oct 12, 2015

Eric Montagne

October Bartholomew was excessively unpleasant.

Eric could not stop stone-cold frown that darkened his features at the girl's caustic response. Not only was such sarcasm highly uncalled for, it was downright rude, and as a man who had been brought up on the importance of a gentlemanly manner, to Eric, this was one of the highest offenses that one could commit. Sure, he had played a major role in stealing her away from her previous livelihood, but he had merely been doing his job, something that she didn't very well appear to understand; or if she did, she simply didn't care. It was obvious by her tone that she meant to present him with a challenge of sorts, be he would be damned if he went to meet it. No, he had tried to be civil with her, but apparently that approach had not produced the desired effect, and with such being the case, he was determined to show her right then and there that he was the one in charge here, and not so easily agitated as she seemed to believe. If she viewed the estate as a prison, then he had no qualms about playing the part of the stonehearted warden.

An icy retort froze on the tip of his tongue as the sound of Jadran's voice reached his ears, and it took everything in him to wipe the scowl from his face. The Underboss listened, intently for once, to the commands of his Boss, before offering up a facetious salute.

"Comme vous le souhaitez, patron. Consider it done."

It was beyond him who this "someone of importance" could possibly be, but he reasoned that he was about to find out. As Jadran retreated back down the hallway, he produced his phone to page one of the hired guards, without so much as a glance at Bartholomew. Only when he saw the guard coming to meet them did he finally meet her gaze with a look as hard as steel.

"I must bid you adieu for the moment, Mademoiselle. When I return, I will show you to your cell."

That would be the last time that he associated with her of his own accord, he promised himself as he departed to the living room. Someone else could deal with the unpleasant woman.

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King Sabby · Oct 12, 2015

Nina

"Alright Ken," Nina said letting her muscles loosen slightly putting her gun back in the holster. Nina could admit she was being a little overly cautious, with this whole game going on could help the feeling that something was going to happen sooner or later. Walking next to Ken Nina gave the taller man a slight smile she trusted his judgment more then most excluding her both of the Capellos.

"What do you think?" It was a broad question she realized it could just be taken as just asking about the unknown person in the estate, Ms. Ms.Bartholomew, or this game in general. She couldn't help, but ask wanting to know the other's opinion. Sh could feel the buzzing of anticipation inside her slowly settle into resolve she knew what could happen and accepted it.

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Suffocated · Oct 13, 2015

Kenta Satou

Ken kept his pace evenly distributed, exhibiting a perfect pattern a habit he picked from watching his boss. That was when he picked up on Nina's question. At first he was caught off guard by it, raising an inquisitive eyebrow as he glanced at her. He noticed how restless she seemed and cautious, this was a good trait in Ken's opinion. He would rather she be overly cautious instead of lazy and inattentive. That combination would be certain death in this life. He smirked softly before turning his gaze back to the path ahead.

"I think this is probably the most important mission we've received yet, no room for mistakes. Don't fret, your skills are of the highest caliber. Should you do well, I'm sure the boss will reward you nicely. Let's keep the mission at the top, everything else falls under it, understood?"

That was when Ken arrived at the living room. Nobody was there yet but he knew that his gut feeling on the situation was correct.

"Let us wait here for a couple of minutes. I believe we will receive our answers shortly."

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kou · Oct 13, 2015

October Bartholomew

October knew immediately that she had struck a nerve with Eric, watching as he took his leave before glancing at the guard. Was she expected to stay here? She didn't want to try and relocate so the woman positioned herself across the hallway from the guard before sliding down to the floor and clutching her head in her hands. She just wanted to go home and be alone again, she didn't want to be surrounded like she was within this household but it didn't seem as if anything different would happen for quite a while. She wondered what had caused the man to wonder off and immediately dismissed the thought; she had just been insulting him, it would be best to rid her mind of these thoughts. Once more the woman tapped against the floor, humming quietly before straining to hear any sign of conversation occurring.

Nothing. The guard had taken a position directly in front of her and October did not look at him, it would be best to pretend this wasn't occurring. It had been wrong to insult Eric but she couldn't come to regret it now and there was no reverting her earlier statement, she would have to amend her faults at a later time if he allowed her to do. Faults. She had quite a lot of them but this hadn't been a smart idea, insulting a man who could determine whether her stay here was pleasant would be ignorant in the eye of anyone else and based on the look he gave her, Eric was not very pleased with her statement. Served him right.

No it does not, foolish child. October could practically hear her mother's voice and nearly rolled her eyes before waving away the memory, the event had centered around her being bullied as a child due to her civilian status and many children had taken advantage of this; she had become violent when it had reached its climax and in return, October had been given what felt like a 1 hour lecture on the necessities of kindness and how it would serve to make one appear more reserved around others. October was not kind but she didn't usually resort to blatant insults which is why it came as a surprise (despite her situation) to lash out at Eric. Staying angry over this scenario would not serve to do anything and as Mr. Satou said, it was wise to think of her decisions before making them. It was awfully quiet in the hallway and October wondered whom had caused everyone to divert their attention, was it another boss of sorts? To think that there was a bigger syndicate was alarming seeing as October had been unaware there had been anyone like these people residing here, she supposed that that was the idea in general. The tapping increased and October ignored the glance she received from the guard.

Mr. Satou had not been able to answer her inquiry concerning a library and she hoped that there would be one or else she would lose every ounce of her remaining sanity, perhaps he could tag along with her if he had the time. She was stuck here anyway and the man seemed kind enough, it would be nice to hold conversation with him if only for a moment before having to retire to her 'cell'. A small smile worked itself onto October's face and she shook her head to ward the minor enthusiasm off.

It was not wise to hope for anything here.

Novus · Oct 13, 2015

Damon

Damon split off from the direction of his cousin as soon as he'd said he would gather everyone in the living room. He made his way there slowly, taking the time to admire his new place of residence. It vaguely crossed his mind that he still had his things outside the front door, but that was dispelled as he watched one of the many nameless goons carrying them across the foyer and into the unknown. Henchmen were just another thing his childhood made him accustom to.

Dee descended down the stairs just as an odd pair entered the living room. He raised an eyebrow and followed behind them, eavesdropping.

"What do you think?" the short sprite of a girl asked after putting her gun away. Damon could already tell these folk were within their ranks yet more important due to their lack of uniformity. He couldn't hear the response from the long-haired man due to the low and calm nature of his voice. It was the voice of a man who has killed with no qualms of it. Sometimes his own voice reaches that timber...

"Let us wait here for a couple of minutes. I believe we will receive our answers shortly." he heard the man suggest, due to the fact that his head turned slightly his way. Damon decided to come from the shadows, now that he knew these two were some of the people he'd be introduced to.

"You want answers, I want answers..." Damon said casually, with his hands in his pockets. "We have to wait on my dear cousin for that."

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King Sabby · Oct 13, 2015

Nina

Nina gave Ken a smile in agreement it giving the room a sweep when they entered.

"You want answers, I want answers..."

Smoothly turning to the man that had just spoken Nina made sure to take in his appearance and the way he was holding himself. "We have to wait on my dear cousin for that." The man was stand calmly with his hands in his pockets it, the fact that he spoke first either indicated he was whether a fellow member or arrogant seeking attention instead of take the first shot at them. It wouldn't be the first time Nina was confronted with one upstart attention seeking wannabe-assassin, but she doubted he was the later. The cousin part intrigued her as she took in his looks more closely trying to determine he he most resembled.

"Alright, then." Nina gave a disarming smile if anything happen they had plenty of cover for a shoot out. "So may I ask your name?"

.

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dwale · Oct 13, 2015

-place- The Capello Estate

Jadran Jadran found his way to the living room after a short walk around the expansive Estate. He was being rather paranoid and checking to make sure everything was in its place. No signs of sabotage were detected by his keen eye and that was when he returned inside through the back door. It was a brief walk to the living room and he arrived, happily surprised to find everyone already there. "I apologize for removing you from whatever task had been at hand when I beckoned you here, but we have a matter of importance to speak of," He started slowly, folding his arms over his chest. He was careful not to muss up his dress shirt too awful much.

"This is Damon," He stated with a sweeping gesture in the direction of his cousin. "He's a relative of mine whom I asked to join us in our little game with the Santorinis. He's familiar with the Mafia way of life and I trust him just as much as I'd trust any of you," Jadran explained as he ran a hand along the edge of his jaw. He observed the beings in the room and said nothing for a long while. He cleared his throat and then began to speak once more. "We've captured the first civilian and while I know that is a great victory, we can not let it get to our heads. We must remain as sharp as we've ever been. We cannot relax, because then the Santorinis will have an advantage over us," He told them. "Your instincts need to be on the highest alert and you are never to leave Miss Bartholomew unattended, whether you stay with her or you get one of our guards to watch her. If the Santorinis somehow get hold of her, you all will answer to me. Understood," He asked, eyes searching the room for an answer, even if he'd already assumed one.

"You all are dismissed. Damon, I assume you'll be staying here. I'll show you to your room," Jadran directed, as he waited for his cousin. Jadran's phone was buzzing non-stop in his pocket and it was aggravating him. He had an idea of who it was, but wasn't going to be looking until he was once again in the privacy of his study or his bedroom. His jaw ticked on and off as he stood there patiently.

Team Capello

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Angst · Oct 13, 2015

Eric Montagne

Eric's interest piqued at Jadran's presentation of the newest addition to their jolly band of criminals. Perhaps the most prominent cause of his curiosity was the man's apparent relation to their boss. Jadran had never spoken of Damon, as he had referred to him, but given further thought such was hardly surprising, as that particular piece of information likely fell under the category of what was his business and not that of his underlings. The Frenchman's eyes roved over the newcomer as he toyed with one of the loops on his belt, taking in his rather...rugged appearance, but as of yet he was unable to read him. However, if Jadran trusted the man, then it wasn't Eric's place to harbor any undue suspicions.

He uttered a succinct, "Oui, Patron," at his boss' question of understanding regarding his instructions on what precautions they were to take with their captive in the house, although he knew it wasn't quite necessary, and accepted his dismissal with a terse nod of his head. Jadran had his hands full with Damon, at the moment, and it was best not to bother either of them formal introductions, if necessary, could be exchanged at a later date.

Ascending the stairs once more, Eric found himself dragging his feet, less than thrilled at the prospect of having to speak with Bartholomew again. The woman's earlier rudeness was still unforgivable, in his mind, but he sighed to realize that he himself may not have acted in the most mature way possible, either. As much as he loathed to admit it, an apology was owed. When he turned the corner to see her still standing alongside the guard whom he had charged with watching her, though, he felt the agitation once again rise within him, and it occurred to him that such civilities would have to wait.

"Merci, you may go," he informed the guard, who immediately complied, before continuing down the hall without missing a beat.

"De cette façon. Il vous ferait bien de suivre. (This way. It would do you well to follow.)"

The command was terse and to the point. The sooner this was over with the better.

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kou · Oct 13, 2015

October Bartholomew

Watch his right hand slip towards his gun, oh no.

Alt-J

He had not forgotten the statement. Dammit. October sprung to her feet as Eric appeared and barely was able to get a word in before he was telling her to follow along, not without the unkindly manner in which he addressed her. She bit her lip where she had done so previously, wincing at the familiar taste of blood before practically jogging in order to remain behind the man. She felt like an adolescent who had been caught doing something wrong and October began to think that maybe she had. People had emotions and she had possibly...hurt his feelings. October barely covered up the quiet laugh which slipped out of her mouth and concealed it with a loud cough. To think that she had possibly gotten through to a kidnapper was a hilarious thought and October was sure that the man thought of her as a tiny bug who he couldn't squash. Nevertheless, she did not want their future interactions to be hostile seeing as she still needed to get out of here and he could be her key.

Inhaling deeply in order to catch his attention, October did something that she rarely ever did. She apologized.

Somewhat.

"I'm sooooo..." No. That wasn't quite right, she had barely even said it.

"I'm soooorrr..." Breathe Bartholomew, you can do this.

"I'm sorry, goddammit could you kindly slow down!" October stopped abruptly, awaiting for the man to at least cease his fast pace before huffing out a reserved breath. "I apologize formally for the way I spoke to you earlier, I realize that the situation I am in leaves me in an inferior position and I should not disrespect someone who has been modest to me..despite being threatened with a gun to my head. My tone was disrespectful and I wish to tell you that I will not hold such an attitude with you ever again..Eric." October tested the word out on her tongue, flinching as it came out distorted due to her accent before clearing her throat in case she decided to say something else that was..pleasant. What did the man care anyway?"

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Novus · Oct 13, 2015

Damon

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Dee turned to his Jadran, who looked as if he was going to chew his own jaw off. His phone buzzed relentlessly in his pocket, a reminder of how important the man was now. Damon thought about something for a minute then snapped his fingers when an idea came to him. "Hey, cuz, I think I'm gonna let this one show me to my room." He took a step back and put his hand on the shoulder of the long haired Japanese man, if he was correct in assuming that was what he was. He would wait for that to be confirmed in time. His mother would come from the grave and smack him if he did anything otherwise.

"I'm right to assume he can also accompany me outside of the estate? I wanna go get new threads, but I don't want to be shot in a parking lot." Damon winked at the guy standing next to him. It was harmless, but the blank stare in response mad him grimace a bit. "He'd know what looks best on me, cause otherwise I'm gonna get my normal duds." All this was an excuse to get out of his cousin's hair. He'd learn how all of this worked but at his own pace, not bullet-speed style.

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Suffocated · Oct 14, 2015

Kenta Satou

It was as if Ken knew what he was talking about. Shortly after finishing his sentence a strange man walked up to them. Though he stated that he was Jadran's cousin, which Ken could see...a little. It was rather difficult to see the physical aspects shared when the man looked so...rough. That was when his boss emerged behind the 'cousin'. Even side by side they still looked different, though Ken didn't put much thought into it. He quickly focused his gaze on his boss, bowing once more, vowing to never miss that beat in his interactions with his boss.

'Damon', anyone that has the respect and trust of his boss automatically receives the same with Ken. It registered easily in his memory bank for future interactions between them and he didn't question it. Never would he question his boss, that was a ticket to death or worse. Jadran's instructions were common sense at this point but Ken found it of utmost importance for it to be repeated again anyways. He was not making any plans of calming down, he never did. It didn't matter if it was a small errand like buying a piece of hardware or assassinating a traitor, all mission will always receive one hundred percent of Ken.

Once his boss was about to leave with Damon, he felt a hand touch his shoulder. Had it been anybody outside of this house they would've swiftly seen Ken's gun in their face. However, he was in the estates and he knew this came with little harm in mind so he merely responded with his left eyebrow raising. After listening to the request proposed, Ken didn't oppose the idea. It would defer his boss from having to do something so minimal, especially since he had more important things to do. Though for fashion tips...Ken really only knew one thing: Suits. He had many of them and it was the simplest and cleanest attire for him to sport. Though this isn't ideal for everyone so he wondered how Damon would feel about such a fate?

"I do not mind escorting Mr. Damon around for now. I would rather take the task off your shoulders, boss."

Ken glanced over to Damon, looking him up and down. The wink threw him off quite a bit. Ken wasn't used to any kind of interaction that wasn't business related. The only other person who has ever blinked at him was Polenski and he would rather not think about him now, or ever for that matter. He chose to ignore the move and register it as a poor product of misinterpretation.

"I do have a small request before we part, boss. Mrs. Bartholomew requested the presence of books. Whether this is access to the library or delivery of books to her room, I believe that it would be a good idea to keep her busy. Leave a captive with nothing to do and the mind will wander off, possibly leading to future problems. I will trust whatever your decision is on the matter but I felt that it was proper and of the utmost importance to bring it up to you. "

With that being said Ken bowed to announce his possible exit from the scene should Jadran approve of him escorting Damon. He then glanced at the man next to him before speaking lightly.

"Is Mr. Damon satisfactory for you? Or would you prefer to be addressed in another manner?"

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dwale · Oct 14, 2015

-place- The Capello Estate

Jadran Jadran's lips pressed into a thin line and he nodded slightly. "As long as that is okay with Kenta, it is okay with me. Kenta, she may have access to the library and if she requests, you may also order books for her. Just let me know beforehand. Dovrete scusarmi," He stated, before producing the phone from his pocket. He ascended the stairs as he unlocked it and read over the several messages he had as he entered his office for the umpteenth time. He settled back into his black leather chair, stopping it from spinning with one foot firmly against the inside of his desk. His fingers flew over the screen of the phone as he typed out a short, sharp reply to the person who had been blowing up his phone.

It was Cecilia, so his suspicions had been correct. His typed words came off in a dickish sort of way, but with the game and the constant loom of a threat hanging over her and Vincente, it was hard to not. He sighed deeply and placed his phone face down on the desk, sinking into the plush fabric of his chair. His thumb and forefinger came to rub at his eyes. It truly was stressful, the situation he was in. Jadran could certainly deal with it in the best way possible, but it did take a toll on him every now and then. He sighed once more, sat up and opened his laptop. He was sure he had some deals that needed to be carried out.

Team Capello

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Angst · Oct 14, 2015

Eric Montagne

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The apology was unexpected, to say the least. So much so, in fact, that upon hearing it Eric halted abruptly in compliance with her request, eyebrows furrowed and posture stiff. Had he heard correctly? When the words continued to fall from her lips, he knew that he had, and another sigh escaped him, his shoulders relaxing as whatever hostility he had previously felt towards the woman slowly melted away. There was something wrong with this picture, the captive expressing her regret for scolding her captor, when his conduct had been downright shameful and she'd had every reason for doing so.

"Vous avez une façon de me faire le fou regarde, ne vous? (You have a way of making me look the fool, don't you?)" he asked with a resigned shake of his head, turning to face her with a look on his face that was much softer than before. "I am the one who owes you an apology, Mademoiselle. I was not exactly kind to you at our first meeting; hell, I'm not even sure if there is a "kind" way to kidnap someone, but I'm sure I could have been at least a bit more sympathetic than I was. And while I still stand by the argument that pulling the gun on you was a necessary precaution, that doesn't excuse the fact that I acted like an asshole." He paused before continuing, looking down and tugging at the sleeve of his shirt. "It's neither my job nor my intention to make you feel like a prisoner here. So...starting over. This way to your room, Ms. Bartholomew."

Gesturing down the hall with a sweep of his arm, he made to continue walking before pausing once more. "Oh, and Monsieur Montagne will do just fine." This statement was accompanied by a lopsided grin, meant to signal that he was merely joking. The way that she said his given name, in that peculiar accent of hers, was oddly charming.

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kou · Oct 14, 2015

October Bartholomew

I can tell that we are going to be friends.

White Stripes (Cover)

It was..relieving? Yes, that was it. If it had been any other circumstance and this had been a mutual companionship, October would have felt liberated almost. The fact that the man even chose to respond to her admission of guilt spoke measures about his character and the woman could not contain the content feeling which slithered throughout her. He was her kidnapper but that did not mean that they would have to go about this day despising each other, October could be kind to others in certain scenarios and she had an urge to keep in contact with Eric for as long as she stayed here. She was curious about his..disorder, most would not have assumed that someone would pursue a job such as this with a condition that he had and it was brave..in a morbid way. He must have been trusted due to the task he had been assigned which meant that he was in a higher position than most, October was not going to ask how that had happened seeing as she still knew nothing of him and she doubted that he would tell her. She understood slightly what he meant concerning his job and she was not going to hold it against him, none of these people had physically harmed her so she was happy..in what little way she could be.

The hallways were long to be honest and October wondered how deep they were within the house, it was somewhat appalling to see such a huge home seeing as she didn't often come across such extravagant settings in her daily life but she supposed that only the wealthy could afford something such as this. It was admirable, as Eric had mentioned earlier, and October found herself oddly enraptured by how "pretty" it was. Had it been in any other universe and she had truly been a guest of her own free will, she would not have mind frequenting the place often just to study the decorum. A house held so much history within its walls and October found that there were secrets hidden in every nook and cranny of the space given, humans were so neglectful of the places they took residence in and it served to annoy October to no extent. There was so much to be discovered and yet, not many took it upon themselves to explore the subject. October found herself sliding her hand gently across the wall, placing her palm against the surface and dragging it along as they walked. She had a knack for doing this whenever she entered a place seeing as it helped judge how hollow a wall was, she could have knocked her hand against it but that would have been too obvious. For now, the woman was merely doing it out of finding a distraction from the quirky exchange between her and Eric, she still was unable to respond to his apology due to her being taken aback. The woman considered her words carefully, turning towards Eric.

"I am glad I have been forgiven, I was not expecting you to apologize to be honest; I suppose I don't expect a lot. If you don't mind me asking, how long have you been here?"

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Novus · Oct 15, 2015

Damon

"Just call me Dee...and let's be on our way." Damon drawled, pulling his arm off Kenta's shoulder slowly. Can't blame a guy for lingering on someone of that caliber. He strode to the door, digging in his pockets for his keys. "Do you mind if I drive?" he asked opening the double-doors. He pressed the 'unlock' button on his keys, earning a chirp from his Audi R8. The car was shiny, in the sade of racer blue, and Damon loved it. He also loved the fact that he earned it.

***

"Ken, what do you think?" Damon stepped out of the changing room in a sharkskin modern fit with vest. They'd gone to get a him a haircut before hand, which had been really boring but needed. The Italian man had no taste in this kind of clothing at all, so whatever judgement Kenta had would be worth gold. Damon trusted his opinion, for the Japanese man looked rather dashing to him. His lack of a pinky was a little jarring, but that would be a great conversation starter. And Dee loved conversations.

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Suffocated · Oct 17, 2015

Kenta Satou

Ken listened to Jadran's instructions, to every single detail. He felt that this was definitely a good move on their part, Mrs. Bartholomew would, of course, need to be watched even while reading. However, this would keep her busy. Once he received his response he called over one of the male guards nearby. Instructing the young male to deliver a note to Eric, who he knew was most likely with Mrs. Bartholomew. The note stated "Mrs. Bartholomew was granted access to the library in the estate, with guards present at all times. Should she need more books, the boss will need to be informed beforehand. Should the request be accepted they will then be delivered to her room." Ken nodded to the male guard, dismissing him to do his task. That was when his attention was drawn back to the his own task, escorting Mr. Damon. Well, Dee, as he had requested to be called. Ken always had a hard time with informalities but he felt that respecting others was more important than his own comfort.

Ken followed quickly behind the man. Walking up to the car that he owned. It was a good thing that he offered to drive because had it been Ken's choice they would have walked but he is aware that isn't a favorable option amongst others. He still appreciated how prideful Mr. Damon was about his car. That is an admirable trait in a man in Ken's opinion.

Ken sat patiently in the waiting room as Mr. Damon tried on different clothes. While this wasn't something that Ken spent much time on himself, he did not mind escorting the cousin of his boss. He felt that it was a rather important job and he didn't find himself feeling exasperated. He couldn't help but realize how different the man looked after getting cleaned up. The look favored Mr. Damon well. Ken was just unsure on how to voice that opinion in a professional manner. He settled with the best thing he could come up with.

"I think the boss will be very pleased with this look."

He felt better associating his decision in this manner. If he had mentioned himself favoring the look, it would be too personal. His two lives would cross paths and his balance would be thrown off. Ken did not want that to happen. It was rather hard around this man, something about the way he carried himself, made Ken intrigued in him as a person.

"What else may I assist you with? Probably a pair of matching shoes would do you well?"

@AlwaysYours @NimbusTheCat

Angst · Oct 17, 2015

Eric Montagne

Once apologies had been exchanged and it was evident that October had nothing else to add to the subject, at least for the moment, Eric continued on his way, leading her down the estate's vast hallways. To fill the overlapping silence, he hummed as he walked, the tune to an old French ballad that his cousins were quite fond of. However, his mind was not on the music, occupied instead with musings on his companion. Despite her initially rough exterior, Bartholomew had proven herself to possess a gentle side, if she chose to exhibit it. She had under no circumstances been required to forgive him for his misconduct, but he was happy that she had. No longer was he especially eager to be rid of her company; rather, he was beginning to imagine that it was something that he could get used to, if she could bring it of herself to speak a bit more. Thinking back on it, Eric realized that all he really knew about her was that she worked in a museum. He made a note to ask her more about the life she had left behind once the dust settled.

Her question was a welcome one, and he smiled upon hearing it, falling back into step with her so that they were walking side-by-side with her.

"Je pourrais dire la même chose de vous (I could say the same of you)," he replied honestly, looking briefly to the ceiling, as if trying to recall the details of his recent past. "And I don't mind your asking at all. Ask whatever you want, and I'll answer if I can. Now, let me think...I've been part of this organization for..." Here he paused - mental mathematics had never been his strong suit. "...say, twelve years now. Joined up when I was only sixteen. Took me a good long time to get to where I am now, but it has been very worth it. These men and women have become family. Better than the one I was born into, honestly."

He fell silent as he stopped in front of a large, ornate door at the end of a hallway, that leading into the quarters that had been set aside for Bartholomew. He had rambled on a bit more than he most likely should have, but that was neither here nor there, he concluded with a mental shrug. If she was anything like he was, it had probably gone in one ear and out the other, anyways.

"We have arrived, ma cherie. Welcome to your new home."

Before they could enter, however, a guard approached them from behind, slipping a piece of paper into Eric's hand before briskly walking off before the Underboss could utter even so much as a thank you. After reading it over, he folded it up and placed it into his pocket with a nod of affirmation. Kenta was a very thoughtful man, and this, along with his great strength and tireless loyalty, was something that Eric had admired from the day they had first met.

"Well, good news. Mon Patron (My Boss) has given his permission for you to make use of the library at your leisure as long as you've got a guard with you, courtesy of Kenta. He also happened to mention that if you find yourself running low on reading material, that he'll have whatever you want shipped in for you, as long as he clears it first. I can take you down there after we're done up here."

@Annabella

kou · Oct 17, 2015

October Bartholomew

Yeah, I'm letting go of what I had.

Grouplove

He had been here since he was 16. Impressive. October wondered quite a lot of things, had his family searched for him? Was he scared when he joined? Did his parents treat him kindly? Where would he have been had he not become what he was today? The questions bounced around in her head, dancing on the tip of her tongue before she swallowed them down and buried them away where they could never be found again. It would be best to avoid such personal inquiries despite Eric's invitation to ask him whatever she could, strangely enough October found that there was no reason to make him recall whatever hidden memories he had stored. It was a rarity to be in a situation such as this and it was even less likely to have someone who was as..open as the people she had met today were. The woman studied Eric's features, a scrutinizing look on her face as if she was trying to solve a complex puzzle. That's what they all seemed to be..puzzles that October had yet to piece together. She found Eric to be fascinating to say the least..it was..well, strange. As they approached a door which was engraved with beautiful decorum, October felt her fear slowly dwindle into begrudging content.

This was alright. It could be worse.

She was glad it hadn't been.

It was then that a guard approached and October watched silently as Eric scanned over a not before slipping it into his pocket. It took a minute for October to grasp what Eric had said and when she did a smile slid over her face, Kenta and the man who ran this place were exceedingly...thoughtful. She had asked and they had listened, it was something she hadn't been anticipating and she couldn't help but feel ecstatic at the notion of being able to be surrounded by books and solitude. It was a childish action but she clapped her hands together tightly, the smile slowly, but surely, fading as she focused on Eric. She had to thank him as well, the thought was silly but the three men had granted her access to something that would be able to mellow her out whenever this situation became too much to think of. It was a tiny gesture which set off a spark of chain reactions leading up to this very moment and October did not particularly like her balance in things at the moment but she could come to terms with it...

For now.

Of course for now.

"May you send them my thanks, I extend that formality to you as well. I love books if you could not tell and it would help me immensely in a place such as this..I would certainly love to be accompanied to the library after we've finished here." October would later laugh at the notion of being so sentimental but she reveled in the feeling of being allowed privileges before turning towards the door and opening it. The room was certainly not bad at all, there were no chains and cages, no corpses lying on the floor to serve as a message to the future visitors, it looked like a room but more immaculate. The decorator certainly had good taste and October stepped inside hastily before glancing back briefly. "This place truly is nice..I suppose this will be my room for however long I am going to reside here. It isn't that bad..it isn't bad at all..I am glad you all are not cruel."

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Nap · Oct 18, 2015

Cristiano Santorini

Cristiano forced a smile onto his lips as the girl spoke. He watched from his spot in the hallway as she slipped back into her apartment to retrieve her things. His eyes darted from the sofa to the counter in the kitchen, towards anything his eyes could see. It was a bad habit of his, too observative and never sociable. He recalled Natalia, his former... mother, telling him so.

Flashback

"Cristiano! I told you to be nicer to the new boys!" came a womanly voice. Nineteen year old Cristiano turned around from his towering position over two men. They seemed extremely afraid and submissive with bloodied noses and blisters each. The young Italian son, on the other hand, had a bored and teasing expression on.

"They were trying to cheat in Poker." He replied as he turned to face one of the men, knocking him in the head in the process. The three of them were playing a game of cards when Cristiano noticed both of them try to switch decks.

Natalia rolled her eyes and shook her head. "You need to stop staring and start speaking more."

His thoughts scattered when he felt a vibration in his pocket. He retrieved his phone and opened the email that he'd gotten. Upon reading it, he could feel his blood begin to boil. Dante and Adrian had failed and they were going to be punished. His flipped through the email more and snickered a bit.

Zoe soon emerged from her apartment and handed him his belongings. He eyed the girl once more and offered a sincere smile. As she was about to close the door, however, he kicked a foot between the crack and pried it open with his hand, a serious expression on his face.

"Scusi," he said before hitting the girl on the back in order to knock her out. When he saw no one was in the area, he gently lifted the girl over his shoulder and began walking towards his vehicle.

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Bonzai

Hello hello,

Congratulations Mr. Capello, you've successfully capture Miss October. Mr. Santorini, it seems you've lost the first civilian but you're rather lucky. Congratulations on Zoe Metaxes. Aren't you glad you own a club?

Your remaining targets are:

Teddy Giovanna Luchetta

Freedom Bernice Acciaioli

Natasha Vee Belovca

India Mason

You're doing great,

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dwale · Oct 19, 2015

-place- The Capello Estate

Jadran

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Bonzai

Hello hello,

Congratulations Mr. Capello, you've successfully capture Miss October. Mr. Santorini, it seems you've lost the first civilian but you're rather lucky. Congratulations on Zoe Metaxes. Aren't you glad you own a club?

Your remaining targets are:

Teddy Giovanna Luchetta

Freedom Bernice Acciaioli

Natasha Vee Belovca

India Mason

You're doing great,

La Croce d'Oro

Jadran's lips twisted into an ugly sneer as his eyes read over the contents of the email. They were tied. Somehow, some way, the Santorinis had managed to get a civilian just as the email had been sent out. It seemed foul to Jadran, but he wasn't going to comment on the opposing Mafia's speedy recovery. He slammed the laptop shut with great force, bringing a hand to his mouth as he tried to calm the anger that was boiling in his veins. He had no reason to fret. They had every opportunity to pull ahead of the Santorinis and Jadran knew they were more than capable of winning this little game. That didn't do much to calm him, though.

His cell phone was in his phone in a matter of seconds and he contemplated who to call first. He knew Eric was still in the Estate, so there was really no point in calling him. Kenta. He should call Kenta. That way, he'd both be reaching his Capo and Dee. He needed them to be at the Estate as soon as possible. He had to brief them on what had happened and then, possibly, send his Made Men out to scour the city for the remaining civilians. Even if they had already done enough work for the day. A Mafia members work was never really done, though.

Jadran quickly dialed the phone number, which he knew by heart, and listened to it ring. Kenta always picked up, even if he was exceptionally busy with a task. His fingers drummed on the desk as he awaited the deep voice of his trusted Capo.

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lonecoyote · Oct 19, 2015

Paislee Armbrüster

It was already three o'clock in the afternoon and there was nothing going on. Absolutely nothing. For lunch, she went to Rosaline's and as she was leaving Rosaline's she pulled out her business phone. She tapped on the screen before lifting the phone to her ear. As she stepped into the car she was given for the day, she told the driver to drive wherever until she was given further instruction. As the driver nodded and began to drive, Paislee listened to the sound of the waiting line over the phone. As soon as she thought she was going to have to break into the person she was calling's home, they picked up.

"Romeo White? Excellent. Have the money ready in about ten minutes. When I pull up to your home you will come outside and get into the car. Got it? If you fail to cooperate, then I will have to use force to bring you out." With that, Paislee hung up the phone and looked at the driver. She told him where to go and he nodded, telling her that it only took five minutes to get to the address.

"I'm aware. I'm also impatient so let's hope he's ready." she said as she texted both Adrian and Dante for an update on how their mission was going. She was hoping that it was going great and they would have a civilian by dinner time but knowing those Capello dogs, who knew if the girl had been captured already. Paislee ran over things in her head. What would happen if she had to go and get him herself, what would happen if there was someone else waiting for her. Things of that nature. For any of them though, she was always ready and prepared. She always kept knives on her, even if she was wearing tight fitting clothes. How did she do this? By having years of practice and making sure that no matter what, her weapons would never be found. She also carried her Glock 42 .30 that she kept in her purse at all times. If all else fails, there's always her hand to hand combat.

"We're here." the driver said and brought Paislee from her thoughts. Paislee smiled and put on her sunglasses, rolling down the window. Paislee saw a window open then close as soon as she looked at it. She rolled her eyes and fixed her Jumper before stepping out of the vehicle. As she opened the door, she heard another door close and saw Mr. Romeo walking to the car. Paislee kept the door opened for him and scooted over, allowing him to slide into the seat. "You may drive now."

"I know I owe Cristiano $1,600 plus interest, but I only have $1,400. Can't he spare the two hundred?" he asked, his voice sounding like it was shaking from fear. Paislee held her hand out to him, not saying a word. Usually, it wouldn't be her job to collect the money but since she had to eliminate the last two idiots who collected the money for taking half of it for themselves, she's made it her job to collect. And boy was she good at it. She always got the money they owed and if not, more than what they owed. Romeo handed Paislee the stack of money, his eyes darting at the stack then at her. Paislee saw this and raised a brow. When she looked at the stack, she smiled.

"Don't worry yourself so much. I'll decide how this is settled." Paislee said as she crossed her legs and began to count te money. As she counted, she looked up at Romeo. "Do you have any family members?" she asked, her hands dealing out the money. He said no quietly and when he said that, Paislee took it as a sign.

"Alright, here's what's about to happen. You thought that I didn't know who you were, didn't you? I know who you are. I did my research. I know you're loaded. I'm no idiot. Just because I'm a woman doesn't mean I'm a moron. So, what you're going to do for me is withdraw half of the money you have in the bank and give it to me. Simple as that." she explained and looked at the driver who nodded. Romeo raised a brow and licked his lips, sitting up straight and facing Paislee. Apparently, someone's balls grew back as she talked.

"I'm not doing that! I've worked hard for that money! You can't just take it because I owe you not even 1/4th of what I have in the bank! That's ridiculous!" he shot back, his voice raising. Paislee raised an eyebrow and looked at him. She tried not to kill him for raising his voice at her. Who was he talking to? His mother?

"Do not raise your voice at me again. If you're so rich, why the hell did you borrow so much money from The Santorini's? So if we're being honest here, that money belongs to The Santorini's. The only reason I'm not making you get all of it is because it look's suspicious. Now, go get the damn money before I shoot you in your fucking head. Got it?" she said as the car came to a stop. Romeo rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"I'm not afraid of some girl. You don't even have a gun on you." he said, looking out the window and refusing to get out. In a mere matter of seconds, Paislee's fist made contact with his face and the flesh quickly started to swell. Romeo began to yell and before he knew it, Paislee had her gun out and pointed at his head. Her finger was on the trigger and a grin on her face.

"Don't think I won't do it. I'm not just "some girl". I'm the girl who haunts you in your sleep. Now get the fuck out of my car and get your damn money. Give them a good excuse and if you do anything to give away that you're lying, I will kill you. You have no family to miss you so no one will give a rat's ass. And I'll be sure that your money goes to a good place. Now, get going." she threatened, her words laced with venom as she spoke. When Paislee was doing any form of business for The Santorini's, she always got what she wanted. If not, she would put them out of her misery. Her misery you ask, yes her misery. If Paislee didn't get what she wanted then she'd make sure they didn't get to keep wasting her oxygen.

Romeo got out from the vehicle and looked back after he closed the door. Paislee just looked back at him since the windows were tinted and no one could see her face. Paislee looked down at her phone and set a timer, knowing that it shouldn't take more than twenty minutes for him to get the money. While she waited, she did what everyone does. Plays Candy Crush.

When the timer went off at twenty minutes, Paislee looked at the door. People came in, people came out. Just as banks operated. She decided to give him five more minutes until she would have to go in and get him. Just as two minutes were up, out came Romeo. He came back to the car and closed the door, handing Paislee a nice amount of money in a briefcase. The briefcase must have come with withdrawing a large sum of money, but that didn't matter. As long as she got what she asked for. Paislee looked at all of the money and counted it rather quickly, signaling the driver to go back to Romeo's home. When she counted how much money he had given her, she smiled.

"Alright, Mr. Romeo. It was a pleasure doing business with you. If you tell anyone what happened today, you'll regret it. That's a promise. Now, I hope to keep doing business with you because I'll be back to collect in a month." Paislee said with a nod, closing the briefcase and setting it in her lap. The rest of the ride, neither of them talked and when he was dropped off at his home, he didn't look back this time.

On the way to the estate, Paislee opened the briefcase again and couldn't help but grin. "$66,000 never looked so good." she said, looking at the driver who smiled as well. As the estate drew closer, Paislee closed the briefcase and prepared to hand it over to Cristiano. Hopefully, he would be proud of her for getting so much money. After all, nice things cost money. When she was inside, she went to Cristiano's office but was informed that he was still out. Paislee only nodded but kept the money with her, telling them that she would wait for his return.

Novus · Oct 20, 2015

Damon

Damon smiled, shuffling a bit in his new cobalt gray canvas Converse sneakers. It was a guilty pleasure, for he gave the shoe company his share in money for every color of the shoe he could find. He'd practically dragged Kenta back to the parking lot, after pretty much forcing him to get a pretzel. Dee chose jalapeno. He got Kenta a regular one. "Jadran better be happy with these threads." he chuckled, mid chew.

Nothing could stop his pretzel from falling to the ground when he saw what was happening near his car. A young kid, probably 18 or so, had a coat hanger in his window, trying to open it. He was failing, due to the fact that Dee had tech installed to counter that action. He calmly stepped forward, all the playfulness gone from his face.

"Hey, dude." he called out, 10 feet away from the interloper. "You have two options: Step away from my car, unscathed, and never let me see your face again, or you can get wrecked. Immediately."

"Wallaace!"

More goons decided to come from the unseen corners. Damon took off his coat, laid it on a nearby car, and gave his knuckles a good cracking.

"Don't stop what you're doing. Manny wants the car and he wants it now." One of the masked men said,, his voice muffled by the bandanna on his face. "We'll take care of this fool."

"I'll gladly take that as a threat." Damon replied, setting up his stance. One of the closer thugs came at him, running. What he hit was the Kamae Kham Sao, put up by the Fighter. Blood spewed onto his arm and Damon was glad he'd rolled up his sleeves too.

"Alright," he said as his first opponent fell to the ground, "Who's next?" The rest of the gang charged at the duo, leaving Dee to wonder just how good Kenta was at hand to hand.

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Angst · Oct 20, 2015

Eric Montagne

The way in which she clasped her hands together upon hearing the news of her authorized access to the estate's library, accompanied by the smile of pure joy that passed over her face was undeniably...adorable. To his own disapproval, Eric found himself momentarily distracted by the action before he realized that she had spoken again. Frantically, he rushed to pull his thoughts together well enough to respond.

"There's no need for thanks. Like I said before, it's not our intention to make you feel like a prisoner. Notre maison est votre maison (Our home is your home.)...Well, to an extent."

For the life of him, Eric had never been able to understand those with a passion for reading. What was so interesting, he wanted to know, about sitting in a stuffy old room full of books all day, staring at a series of words on a piece of paper? Just the thought of sitting in absolute silence for such a lengthy period of time made him squirm. Of course, he'd heard people argue that reading was supposed to be like traveling to distant, foreign, and oftentimes nearly unimaginable worlds, but why were such things necessary when there was a perfectly exciting real world to contend with, with its own very real joys and sorrows, problems and solutions to be found? It just didn't make sense to him, but if it brought October any form of joy in her bleak situation, then he really had no right to question it.

Eric, politely choosing to remain in the hall, watched October as she surveyed the room, smiling at the look on her face and remembering how he himself had been in total awe of the place the first time that he'd set foot through the front door. It was funny, in a way, how nowadays he was comfortable enough to walk through it without even knocking. The smile vanished, however, with the young woman's final statement. They were not cruel. It shouldn't have bothered him as much as it did, but he couldn't help but feel that something was wrong with that observation. What had come over him, anyways? He generally was cruel. Usually, he made a conscious effort to appear arrogant and sinister in favor of intimidation, as he had when he had first met her. Only with his boss - and, previously, his mother - did he possess such a mellow disposition and a desire to please. So what made him want to ensure the comfort of this woman? Eric didn't rightly know, and so he shoved the thought into the back of his mind to be dealt with later. For now, he would blame it on following orders, his inherently gentlemanly nature, and the generosity of Kenta and Jadran.

"It is very nice, isn't it? It pleases me to hear that you don't find it bad. We may be kidnappers, but we still try to excercise common courtesy. But I have to bring it to your understanding that although we will treat you civilly as long as you behave, we have no problems with being cruel should you happen to try something. Est-ce que tu comprends? (Do you understand?)"

There. That was better. He had effectively reasserted his position of authority.

"Now, whenever you are finished in here, I'll be more than happy to escort you to the library. Also, if you want, I can see about having some of your personal belongings brought in at a later time, to make you feel more at home."

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Suffocated · Oct 21, 2015

Kenta Satou

Ken didn't mind being dragged from place to place. In fact, it was rather intriguing. Ken very rarely went out on his own to do anything outside of his famiglia and his family. So it was rather refreshing to taste what a 'normal' life could be like. Though Ken doesn't think that is a life for him anyways. He eyed the food that was handed to him. He had never eaten such a thing before. His diet consisted of easy to acquire sushi. He was used to his traditional food and never considered trying things out of it. He looked at Mr. Damon and to the pretzel before taking a bite. It was an interesting flavor and Ken quite enjoyed it, so much that he finished it within a couple of seconds. Maybe he would add this to his list of foods. Ken heard Mr. Damon speak and as he was about to answer until he saw the boys in front of Mr. Damon's car.

What insolent youth... Ken thought to himself as he loosened his tie before removing it completely. Already knowing where this was going. Seeing more boys arrive could scare Ken less. These were punks asking for it. Ken unbuttoned his shirt and glanced at Mr. Damon. He couldn't help but look at his brand new outfit; However, he knew that Mr. Damon was skilled and could walk out with the outfit untouched so he decided not to worry about it. This was exhilarating, Ken didn't have much action this morning aside from scaring a cashier so this was a nice kick to the day. Ken then saw the first opponent hit the ground and he couldn't help but smirk. He wasn't wrong, that man was very skilled indeed, his boss knew what he was doing.

Ken moved his back to face Mr. Damon's in order to ensure that they didn't have any open spots. He looked at the first boy heading his way with a punch aimed at his face. Instantly his muscle memory on his training triggered and he grabbed the wrist of the boy, letting it swing in mid air past him before delivering a powerful hit to his stomach with his free hand. The boy coughed loudly in pain, hunching over slightly, and Ken released his wrist before raising his elbow into a sharp point and jabbing him in the back of the neck. Knocking the boy down. Ken then glanced up to see another boy with a metal pipe going for Mr. Damon as he fought someone else.

Ken didn't hesitate in placing his fore arm in the way, stopping the pipe form hitting Mr. Damon. Luckily the boy barely had much strength so if anything Ken was just going to bruise there. Though the idea that this boy thought that he could injure his guest angered him greatly. He swiftly grabbed the pipe and snatched it out his hands. the boy retreated for a couple of seconds, fear in his eyes. That was when Ken grabbed him by the throat and lifted him up into the air. This boy was much shorter than Ken and it was evident now by how the boy's feet were inches above the ground. As the boy frantically grabs at Ken's hand, Ken prepared to deliver a hefty punch as payback until he heard his phone ringing in his pocket. Instantly he recognized the ring tone as Jadran's. He quickly threw the boy on the ground, looking over at Mr. Damon.

"I know this is amusing for the both of us but we may have to wrap it up. Boss beckons us."

With that said Ken squatted over the boy who was trying to crawl away. Pinning him to the ground as he delivered a punch to his face, light at first but they were going to get much worse. Ken picked up his phone as he continued to punch the boy below him.

"Yes, boss?"

Ken spoke this in a relaxed manner. Awaiting his next instructions and prepared to follow them to perfection as requested of him. Ken knew that it was probably time to continue the game. There was never down time for a Capello and Ken loved that.

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kou · Oct 21, 2015

October Bartholomew

Current Mood||Calm

Location||Capello Estate

Interacting With|| @NimbusTheCat {Eric Montagne}

Mentioned|| @Asylumnated {Jadran Capello}

Theme Song||Colin Carbonera-Wren

Her belongings, October hadn't thought of that. It would certainly be nice to be in her own clothes once more and she was glad that Eric had offered, it was..thoughtful, once more the term came to mind and it was frustrating that October was feeling so conflicted about this situation. If they were rude and imbecilic then she certainly would able to loathe them but she found herself not being able to differentiate annoyance from joy, it was strange. The woman was quiet for a moment as she walked down the hallway with Eric, noting the twists and turns they made in order to reach their destination. The library was certainly deeper into the household and October found that she wasn't surprised, the place was bigger than any other she had ventured into and she desperately wanted to take a piece of the wall with her seeing as it looked so..old. The estate was beautiful, breathtaking, Eric's boss had chosen well. Or perhaps this place had been passed down from generation to generation, undergoing new re-modelings in order to look appealing to the eye. Had it been crumbled and decrepit when they had first discovered it? Had it flourished after maintenance and care? What had gone on within these walls that had been covered up by layers of plaster?

October wondered if she could somehow speak with their boss, hold a civil conversation with him on the history of this place. The man looked as if many stories were held within him, he somehow carried this strange essence that October had yet to work out and she knew that all of these people had come from different walks of life, what had made them choose this path? Ah, she was rambling. It would not do to gravitate around them, October was not planning on making her stay permanent. She would find a way, hope was not lost yet. "I wonder, what is your boss's name? He seems very..different." It wouldn't hurt to ask, the worst Eric could do was avoid her question.

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