New Model City


[COLOR= rgb(39, 42, 52)]Lorenzo Cullen[/COLOR]
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With a warm smile, opposite from his eyes, he admired Eliza. "Of course," Lorenzo said standing up and grabbing the two bags and making his way through the house. "I'm gonna miss this place, it was like a two week vacation almost, minus the fact we're being hunted by monsters." Stepping over the corpse of the cop he made his way to Eliza's car, in which they didn't end up destroying. It would make a mess, plus destroying the plates would be much easier. Sticking the two bags in the backseat, he quickly made his way to the trunk to assure the items he left were there. Three dufflebags, one shotgun,  one revolver, and a gallon of gasoline.
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Pulling out the gas, then shutting the trunk he made his way to the cruiser. Opening the backseat, which stunk of cigarette smoke, he began to empty it. "Hey i'll drive if you like? You can write the letter to your family on the way." Tossing the can beside the car, he waited until she was in the car before tossing his lighter. Running back into the car, as he felt a rush of heat on his back before slamming the door. Starting the car he quickly drove off, leaving only a ingulfing flame and a cloud of dust behind.
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Clark would nod again once more as he spoke up, reassuring everyone what Adolfo just said, "A perfect opportunity to kill the Don. If the old man is out of the picture, the family will be shaken therefore they won't be able to predict our next move." his thought was quick and sharp but it was not exactly what Clark had in mind, "Once dead, Eliza will show up as well. Alongside the monster Mr Cullen is. How is it possible the woman can't see the abrupt murder beast on him? Ah, she may like it, someone as cold-blood murder as her own family..." he didn't manage to hold his own joy as he chuckled for a moment, "I, a serial killer, questioning someone else's sanity..." 


Clark directed himself towards Packard as he was requested, but he won't go fast enough as he adds, "Mr Torres, for today." he would shout as his hands reach for his coat, checking for it's pockets. His own thoughts revived memories of his own, a man came to visit Clark on this occasion, tall, lack of hair, tired eyes. Although his memories shook him briefly, it merely looked like if he got a cold for an instance rather than a trauma. He grinned at his own reaction and fakes a couch as he didn't gave much of importance.

"Clark, can you explain this again to me?" the man was old while Clark seemed not more than a kid of 8 years old, roughly. The man was holding some piece of paper on his hands, as if he was watching something Clark was showing to him. However, the old man seemed upset by the object on his hand, as if it was spiteful.


"It's me." the child answered without paying attention, his eyes looking down to a toy he had. Hitting the ground with the base of the wooden toy, he frowned each time he beat the wooden toy until break it. When the toy had finally broke, he continued to stare at it. There was nothing on his eyes that showed remorse, sadness, impression; he looked disappointing, as if there was something odd on the object, "Where is the blood?" he asked, aware that there was something missing in his macabre pass-time, "There suppose to be blood."


"Clark, this is serious." the psychologist spoke once more, Clark's attention shifted, "Your parents asked me who this... beast is. You can't say it is yourself." he stared at him having no fear or interest on the boy's last statement, "What did I tell you about say the true?"


Clark blinked twice, his hands started to shake in fear and his eyes started to lose control until he finally had the answer mustered on his mouth, "I will die." he said as if he was reading it in a book, instructions stored on his mind, "Because people can't understand. They are short-sight."


The old man chuckles as he speaks once more, "But you can. You were gifted, Clark, you have eyes that let you see -things- people can't. People can't accept it, that is why the world is so grey and hurtful." the man continued to talk as he moved towards the kid, leaving his seat. He crawled towards the kid like a snake filling his mind with his own thoughts, "So... tell me, who is Tenebrae."


The kid did nothing but stare at him, nodding a bit as he accepted psychologist's ideas, "Not me." then, the kid smiled and so did his best friend.


"Good. Now, tell me again. Which weapon doesn't leave evidence?" The psychologist continued his teaching rather than help the kid with his violent mind.
 

Eliza L. Marinello
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Eliza followed Lorenzo out, purposely avoiding the cops body. Though she didn't mind it, Eliza wasn't one to pull the trigger herself. She didn't like taking someone else's life. Holding that kind of power in her hands was a feeling she didn't much like. That was why Lorenzo was the one who was doing the killing when they robbed her father's bank today. Her train of thought led her to the letter she needed to write as she leaned against her car. She was glad they hadn't destroyed it. She'd meant it when she said she really liked the vehicle. Eliza knew what she wanted the letter to say, but she was still questioning if she was making the right decision. Despite everything her family had done to drive her away, they were still family. And she knew, that, in their own way, they loved her. But Lorenzo hadn't ever done anything to hurt her. He was honest with her and he protected her. She was falling in love with him, and she knew it. That thought was what solidified her decision.
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When Lorenzo suggested he drive so she could write he letter, she nodded silently, sliding into the passenger seat of the vehicle. After a moment, Lorenzo got into the driver's seat and spun the car around, heading down the drive and away from the burning squad car. She watched the flames in the rear view mirror for a moment before she pulled out a notepad and paper and started writing. 
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Darcy K.
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Darcy smiled to herself, "Henry, you know I don't love him." She looked up at him, "The only explanation I could figure was I knew his weaknesses. That, and I knew his brother." She pursed her red lips to herself. "We all know why I cheated. Maybe they didn't know it. Rudy wasn't really...into women." She chuckled, "He was sweet though, kindest man I ever knew." She      dropped her cigarette onto the cold ground, putting it out with a dainty twist of her expensive heels. 
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"It's over anyways, Henry. We have bigger problems. My wedding is coming up, anyhow. This isn't the time." 
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She crossed her arms around herself.
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"Looks like I'm not leaving New Model, anyway. I'm marrying an Abandano before this gets any worse for us." 
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She began the walk back to the car. 
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"I'll be waiting in the car when you're ready, Henry." 
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Kenny Torres
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Kenny jumped when Clark shouted. He wasn't getting anywhere with Antonio. "Right... well, see you around then, buddy." Kenny said awkwardly before going to his second pick, Marco. He didn't sit this time, he really didn't have the coordination to stand and sit constantly. Kenny flashed Marco a half-hearted smile. "Do you wanna come with Mr. Smither and me on a... task... of some sort? I don't know, I was sleeping and Mr. Smither woke me up so I can't recall details wanna come?" Kenny realized what a shitty job he was doing at persuading people to come, but he wrote that off as fatigue.


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Marco Orsini Baresotti
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Marco sat down, bored. He looked around the room until he spotted Kenny walking towards him. He saw aasmile and heard what he had to say. He immediately smiled and got up.
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"Anything's better than sittin' down doin' nuthin'," he smiled, "I s'pose I'll find out when we get there.
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Marco was welcoming of the fact that he wasn't useless. His BAR gun finally had a use besides being an ornament. He picked it up and strapped it behind his shoulder. He didn't care what the task was as long as he wasn't stuck in this hovel.
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"Well where the hell's Mr. Smither? And where are we headed?" He asked
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Kenny Torres
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Kenny smiled brightly, though his eyes were still tired beyond belief. "Great! He's..." Kenny looked around. "Fuck, where is he? Kenny, watch your tongue." Kenny scolded himself out loud and barely noticed. He was still off his game. "He's... oh, there he is!" Kenny grinned and gestured to Clark. He pat his hip suddenly to make sure his pistol was there. "Alrighty, then, I'll just grab one more and we will be off!" Kenny looked around and asked another soldier to come with, and the other agreed. Then Kenny gestured for Marco to follow as Kenny walked out behind Clark.


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Marco Orsini Baresotti
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"Kenny, are you' sure you're OK? Did you hit your head to hard man?" Marco asked with concern. He shook his head, probably a stupid question to ask anyways.
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As he saw Kenny ask another soldier he noticed him gesturing Marco to come. To that, Marco obliged and followed behind, his gun strapped to his shoulder and his pistol inside his coat. It was time to be useful for once.
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Kenny Torres
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"I banged it pretty hard down at the docks a couple weeks ago, but I'm fine now." Except for the never-ending headache and the fatigue and the horrible aching in my ribs. "Why do you ask?" Kenny smiled halfheartedly. He yawned, fighting away the fatigue.

 

Henry Kelly
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Henry turned and walked a short distance so that he was right in front of Darcy, his face about ten inches above hers. He took his cigarette in his hand and blew smoke. 


"You're my kid sister, Darcy. And I'll always love you. But they ain't lying when they say you're a dead-set I'm uncultured" 


He flicked the cigarette away. 


"I'm not gonna be party to your desecration of the marriage vows. A man's gotta stand somewhere, you know. If you climb into bed with the Abendanos, don't expect my sympathy. Or my help." 
 
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T H E   S P I D E R
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Clark remained on it's place as he looked back towards the soldatos that started to came, he then ordered, "Up to the truck. You will be escorting The Don and Adolfo. If anyone gets hurt in the process... You will spend a long brutal night on the basement with Nestore" Clark grinned with joy, clearly making a sarcastic joke.


However he wouldn't go on the truck with the rest, he would walk away from the main group and follow the truck on his own car, saving his distance in case they needed an extra vehicle. He would ensure that he wouldn't be spotted as a member of the gang, but a random civilian. It would gave him a considerable tactical advantage. He would then speak up, searching for Adolfo, "Whenever you are ready."


 
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Lorenzo Cullen
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The long drive to the city was quite boring, Eliza was focused on her note leaving the conversation at none. Turning on the radio slightly, Lorenzo looked in the rear view to see the pertruding black cloud of smoke in the sky. A few cops whizzed by once they got closer to the city, but nothing more and nothing less.
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As the buildings began to surround them, he sighed with relief. He loved the country, but the city was a whole different ball game, in which he loved. The Marinello bank was in Broca Heights, and many other mobsters used it for safe keeping as well. "You ready to do this? We'll be famous and rich! Like those two down in Texas, Bonnie and Clyde I think?" Parking the car, he quickly hopped out and made his way to the trunk. What they were about to do was going to be a death wish, but it'd be as fun as raising Hell itself.
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Darcy K.
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Darcy had never struck her brother. Never felt the need. Until then. She slapped him and did so without regret.
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"Henry, you're going to fucking listen, and I'm only going to say this once. This whole marriage is going to end one of two ways: this bastard is going to be decent and our family won't have to deal with it anymore, or I'm going to kill him in his sleep and our family won't have to deal with him anymore. I do what I do to protect myself and the few people I care about, and Henry, you top the list. I'm not handing you over to some half-baked raid plan and letting you die like the men at the docks, and like our own fucking father." She teared up then, her tone still strong, but tears escaping none the less, "Henry if you died, I would have no one in the world. You might just be the only person I've ever truly loved. If you're going to be a stubborn ass about it, and get yourself killed instead of letting me try to help, then consider that fact."
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She stood at her full height, shorter than him, but slightly more menacing, with a look that could positivley kill.
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"Speak to me like that ever again, Henry, and you'll see exactly why they call me a 'dead-set &*$%', because you haven't seen shit." 
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Eliza L. Marinello
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Eliza was quiet for the majority of the ride, her attention focused solely on the letter she was writing. She wanted to make sure it conveyed the message she was trying to send. She looked up as she noticed the buildings starting to surround them and hurried to finish the letter. It was a page long, since Eliza was a writer, but its message was simple. She was done being treated like a child. She was done being lied to and manipulated.  She wanted a life of her own, and now she had it. She still loved her family, but she wasn't afraid to act against them any longer. This robbery would prove that to them. She looked up when the car pulled to a stop and hurriedly folded the note, sliding it into a pre-marked envelope. It told those who held it that it was meant for blood-related members of the Marinello family only. No one else was to see it. She listened to Lorenzo when he spoke, smiling at eagerly. "Let's do this," she said, stepping out the car. 
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The grin on her face conveyed nothing but excitement and joy. Eliza had never felt as free and just...wild as she did now, but she found that she liked the feeling. She followed Lorenzo to the trunk of the car, leaning her hip against it as she waited for him to open it up. She had no doubt this hit was a death wish for them both, that they had once chance and one chance only to escape her father before the Marinello's got their hands on them. She knew the Don wouldn't let them go easily, that the Family would use their alliances with the Kellies and Brianna Leurhan to do everything in their power to catch them. But she had already known that, and if she and Lorenzo played their cards right, they'd be long gone before the Marinello's even got word of the hit. 
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Lorenzo Cullen
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Popping the trunk, Lorenzo handed the three bags to Eliza with a wink then grabbing the shotgun. "We're out in 3 minutes, once out you know the plan. We've got the warehouse from the Abandanos until the train to Florida comes." With a big smile he gave Eliza a quick kiss, this would put the two on the list of top  biggest heists maybe . There was somewhere around 9 million in the bank, 2 of those belonging to the Marinellos, and 1 to the Kellies. 
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Cocking the shotgun, he kicked the glass doors open, firing a shot towards the ceiling. "Ladies and gentlemen your about to take part of history! Now this requires everyone's cooperation or else," Firing the second shot at the first teller who sat behind the counter. The people inside ducked to the ground, they probably thought this was a stunt in the mob war, even though it was far from it. "Now we're about to steal 9 million dollars, and some will probably be your hard earned money, and to that I say i don't give a fuck!" Shooting the next teller, the gunshot ringing in the large room, as he heard footsteps. A security guard came running, pulling his trigger. But he was faster, as he fired the last round off sending the guard flying back. Tossing the shotgun down, pulling out his pistol from his breast holster he shot the last teller, and the last was in the back helping Eliza.
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National Trust of New Model
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The vault was kept downstairs. After making their way down a hallway, passing the locked and barred doors of the bank's board members, they descended a flight of stairs into the vault room. The vault had a timed lock, which was set to open in exactly fifteen seconds. A guard was standing in the doorway of an adjoining room. 


"Hell! This job don't pay well enough!" He shouted before hitting a panic button on the side of the wall, disappearing into the next room, and locking the heavy iron door of the security armory behind him. The deafening ringing of alarm klaxon pierced their ears and they had only a few minutes before the police would be dispatched. 


Promptly, the vault door clicked on its hinges and swing open, revealing...


A mostly empty vault. Doing a rough count of the money, there was 6,000 dollars in cash, another 10,000 in gold bullion, and impossibly tall stacks of Federal Treasury Bonds. The bank was floating on bonds since the bank run in '29. Their assets had been shored up with government debt and they only kept enough cash on hand to cover withdrawals.
 

Marci Orsini Baresotti
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"I ask because you seem like a god damned drunk," he said sarcastically to Kenny. He peered over to Clark. He almost smiled when he heard his mission, almost. He supposed going out and protecting the heads was better than doing nothing. Granted he would probably be shot at and if he failed he'll be shot for sure but who knows? This could be better than expected.
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Eliza L. Marinello
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[SIZE= 18px]Eliza took the bags from Lorenzo's hand and smiled at him as he reminded her of the plan for after the robbery. It wasn't full-proof, but it was the best they had. She kissed him back quickly, before following him into the bank. As he fired a shot into the ceiling, Eliza headed for the nearest teller. Pulling the small revolver out of her waistband, she pressed it into the man's neck. "Move," she snapped. "Take me to the vault." The teller began walking and she followed. They went down into the basement where a security guard stood. She ignored the man as he sounded the alarm and locked himself in a high security room. She shoved the teller aside as the vault door swung open. When she stepped inside, it wasn't what she expected to see. Lorenzo had been certain there'd be at least 9 million, but there was barely one million here. Sighing, Eliza grabbed what she could carry, throwing it all into the three duffel bags before exiting the vault. Their time was ticking so she had to hurry. She walked over to where the teller stood in the corner of the vault room and held the gun up so he could see. In her other hand was the letter. She made sure the man looked at it before she slapped it against his chest. [/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 18px]"Make sure that gets into the hands of the Marinello family. Your life depends on it," she said. Then she turned, and rushed back upstairs into the bank's lobby, hurrying over to Lorenzo. "Lorenzo, we need to go. Now," she said. She could already hear the wail of the police sirens as they got closer and closer to the bank. If they got caught, that was it. They were done before they'd even really began.[/SIZE]
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"Yessir!" Kenny nodded at Clark and climbed onto the truck. He looked to the other two soldiers, hoping they'd follow. He was nervous, for sure. He hated feeling nervous. He rolled his eyes at Marci's comment about seeming drunk. "Yeah well, you slam your head against a brick wall and see if you're good to go in a couple weeks." Kenny commented under his breath.


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@Tori Bradley @Shireling ( I don't want to be the one breaks this to you both. I just assure it remains logical. BUT! Everything? Even the  gold bullion ? Because I can't see how the two of you will carry that to a car without breaking your saint back in three bags.! !))
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(The man has a point. The price of gold in '33 was roughly $20 and there's $60k in bullion. That's around 130 pounds of gold.) 
 

Marco Orsini Baresotti
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Marco looked over at the capo. It was amazing how intimidating he was.
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"Yes sir, will do!" He said, turning his head back to Kenny, "Ya know, it's better with a head against the wall then dead"
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He laughed to himself, gun at the ready.
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Henry Kelly
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"This isn't the way to go about it, Darcy. Don't go pimping yourself out like a common whore on my behalf." He said, after taking her slap without flinching. 


He poked her chest accusatorily. "Kelly blood doesn't mix with scum like the Abandanos. At least the Marinellos aren't common thieves. They have some honor, some chivalry in their greaseball hides. What do the Abandanos got? They're cold-blooded, like reptiles. So fuck them." 


He turned to walk away. "Oh, and you got a phone call from him today." There could only be one "him." Henry turned his head back around. "I told him you was out of town, I figured that's what you would want me to tell him." 


With that, the Irishman vanished into the crowd outside the church. 


Adolfo Marinello
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Adolfo sat in the driver's seat of the old Ford truck as it idled. After a while, Don Marinello came and climbed into the driver's seat. He wore a wide brim fedora down over his face. 


"Apples and canoli, we have everything else." 


"I thought Roberto had brought the canoli." 


"No, I told him to leave the gun and take the canoli." 
 
"I know, it just sucks. My head just hurts a lot..." Kenny rubbed his temple. "You know what, lets not talk about that. Let's talk about... literally anything else." Kenny mumbled. He sat down in the back of the truck and sighed heavily. He was extremely tired but had to press through the exhausted. 


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