Realistic or Modern Omertá

[logastellus]

Florence continued down the side walk sipping away at her Starbucks drink. She didn't like it and should have gone to The Coffee Bean, which is exactly what she did. She ordered her a nice large green tea ice blend from them along with a large dark roast coffee and went on her merry way back home. The cold chill felt great on her face as she inhaled the cool air then exhaled a small white cloud. When she was younger her and her brother would play in the snow every chance they got. After the incident her brother protected her like a hawk. He made sure she was bundled up warm so she wouldn't get the flu, he make sure she was in his sight of range, he just made sure she was safe and sound. Florence crossed the street and headed down the Avenue watch people wear two maybe even three layers just to keep warm. But for Florence, the cold didn't bother her anyway. Finally reaching the Capella manor she used her key to unlock the door and upon entering she was "attacked" by the families four Doberman Pinchers and the little puppy pincher. Giving a small smile followed by a laugh she spoke in German to make then stop their wet attacks on her face. Once they complied Florence rubbed their heads and walked up the stairs to her brothers office. Once at the door she knocked on his before entering and starting to speak. "I got...you your favorite drink...coffee black...just the way you like it...weirdo" She slightly smirked after she placed his cup of coffee on his mohogany desk.


@Asylumnated
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[dwale]

-place- The Capello Estate
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Jadran


Jadran was sitting at his desk, staring out the window, his chair turned to face it. He had a lot on his mind, especially now with the little game. A glass of Scotch sat on the table and a cigarette butt rested in the nearly empty marble ash tray. The news from La Croce di'Oro couldn't have come at a more opportune time. His men, and women, were prepared, he was sure of this, and he was eager to end this war.


His phone went off with a little ring and he unlocked it, quickly entering his pin, before he pulled up the message. It was from Cecilia. Vincente, his son, had turned six months today and since Jadran was unable to be there with them, she was sending him pictures and videos. He allowed for his lips to slightly quirk up as he watched the latest video, making sure to keep the volume down. Nobody knew and he couldn't risk it getting out. He didn't want this life for his child.





He abruptly locked his phone when he heard the a knock, the video not having finished yet. He raised his eyebrows when he spotted Florence. He offered her a small nod and a polite 'thank you', before he took the coffee. He stayed facing the window. He didn't mean to be distant, but it was hard when you were trying to keep a big secret hidden. He took a sip at it, even though it was opposing the effects of the alcohol he had been trying to consume.





"Have the made-men arrived yet," He asked after the hot, bitter liquid slid down the expanse of his throat.

 

[Nap]

Cristiano Santorini


Breathe in. Breathe out. In. Out.


"Calm down Cris," Cristiano told himself as he sat on the edge of his dark bed. He'd been searching for his wallet and watch to no avail for the passed three hours. He was becoming more and more aggravated by the minute. Sure, his wallet was more than a thousand dollars and his watch was at least three, but it wasn't the price that was peeving him. It was the content within them.


His wallet contained information that no one other than him and his Underboss should lay eyes on. The information ranged from dealers, traffickers, contractors and more. If any of that was seen, he'd be done for but at least he hid it in the secret compartment of the leather. His watch on the other hand had extremely deadly enhancements made to it. The hands didn't move. When they were set to a certain time, 5:23 to be exact, the ticking bomb would begin. If some idiot got ahold of it, who knows what would happen. Luckily, however, there was a tracker in it.


Cristiano swiftly got up from his bed and went to his large walk in closet, retrieving one of the many suit jackets. Deciding on a simply dark gray to match his pants, he then pulled it on and stepped out of his room.


"Robert," he called when he was in the hallway, "Get my car. I'm going out."


Robert seemed stunned for a moment. "But Bo-"


"Shut up," Cristiano ordered as he fixed the cuffs of his shirt. "Nothing's going to happen to me. If you're so worried then you can follow close behind."

 

[Angst]

Eric Montagne

One of the many perks of coming from a family as influential as the Montagnes was that one was never in want of a sexual partner. Even those men and women who would never have you of their own decision, who would even turn up their noses if they happened to see you in the streets, were readily at one's disposal. An abuse of power it may have been, but for one so lacking in the skills of personal connection as Eric Montagne, it was a blessing in disguise. To be fair of course, he always treated them well and paid them generously for their time; he was not completely heartless, nor was he fond of using people without recompense. Unfortunately, not many of his partners saw eye-to-eye with him on such things. Not that it mattered much.


On this particular morning, Eric awoke in darkness to the silhouette of a pretty raven-haired woman lying beside him, still sleeping soundly - not many possessed an internal alarm that roused them at four in the morning. Smiling ruefully, he raised himself up into a sitting position with a stretch of his spine and a muffled yawn, perching upon the mattress and watching her bared chest rise and fall with every breath that she took. He was not surprised that he could not recall the events of the night prior; he seldom ever could. Pretty. They were always pretty (or handsome, if their gender so leant itself to that particular adjective) but hardly ever very memorable. Then again, they must have thought the same of him.


Without further thought on the topic, Eric threw the sheets aside and rose from the bed. He went about the business of showering and dressing as quickly as he could. The woman was still dead to the world when he took his leave, but she would be gone upon his return, and that was the last that he would ever see of her. He always paid them enough to make sure of that.


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The air was cold, but it was no longer raining, and for that, Eric was entirely grateful. As he bounded up the front stairs of the Capello estate, his spirits were soaring to heights that they didn't normally reach in the early hours. But today he had been lucky; his mother, bless her shriveled, evil soul, had slept through the entirety of his visit, and he had accordingly gone about his work with unusual vigor. To further add to the morning's enjoyment, being summoned to the estate generally meant that something exciting was about to commence, or already had done so. Finally, some action to break through the monotony of every day life (While one might not expect the work of a Capo to be entirely boring, oftentimes the job involved more management than it did groundwork, a fact that Eric had been none too joyful to figure out.). Yes, despite the gray weather, everything seemed to be looking up, and Eric could not have been happier.


He entered the building without bothering to knock, preferring to make his presence known rather than waiting for someone to open the door. It was how he always did it. The place was comfortably familiar, as over time it had become a sort of home away from home, only a great deal more welcoming. Eric couldn't say that he was exactly sure how its residents, the other two members of the Capello hierarchy, felt about him, but in the least they tolerated his presence, and that he appreciated. Tolerance was all he ever dared to hope for from anyone, and it was not something that he often received.


The famiglia's pinscher dogs studied him as he entered, eyeing him suspiciously, but they made no attempt to approach him. No matter how often he visited the estate, they always kept their distance. There was no sign of Florence or Jadran. Most likely they were upstairs, or in some other part of the house, and so he called out to them, breaking the silent stillness with his words.





"Bonjour! I am here! Où êtes-vous, mes chéris?"





@Asylumnated

 

[Suffocated]

Kenta Satou

The soft hue of the beginnings of another morning slowly began to fill the small studio apartment with a lighter shade. Ken's small apartment was lacking, well, a lot. There was only a queen sized bed in the middle of the room with a night stand hugging it on the left side. A small fridge can be seen in the corner of the room with a black safe hidden behind it. Ken began to stir himself awake as he felt his breathing under the cloak of darkness. His bare chest would rise and fall in a deep rhythm as he rose out of his slumber. Ken looks over to the black plain wrist watch on his night stand. It was approximately 7:00am. He overslept again it seems. Ken didn't particularly enjoy wasting his time sleeping and he tried to keep a strict six to five hour sleep schedule. He became frustrated at this since he lost potential time to do things in the morning. There really isn't enough time in a day... Ken nodded off his thoughts and turned over to find a blonde man in his bed, Chris Polenski.


"Good morning Kenta!" Polenski spoke loudly with a smile on his face.


To normal people, this would be horrifying to see when they last went to bed alone but Ken just sighed in frustration. He got out of his black nest and walked over to his closet. He pulled out a cigarette along the way and he began to smoke it as he browsed through his closet. He pulled out a casual black suit to change into.


"I told you to stop coming here." Ken muttered deeply as he took a heavy puff before putting his cigarette out on the wall and letting the bud fall to the ground.


He began to change into his white button up as his fingers slowly traced the buttons into each respective slot. That was when Polenski got out of the bed and walked over to him, taking the shirt and finishing up the buttons himself. Ken looked at Polenski with a sense of irritation but that did not make Polenski budge one bit.


"I was just checking up on you, chill. I'll be leaving now but you should call me sometime."


Ken watched as Polenski finished his suit off with a beautifully tied tie. Something that Ken didn't really care for. At the end of the day he usually has to buy a new suit because he generally gets it dirty, sometimes with blood, and instead of wasting time cleaning it he just buys a new set. As Polenski began to retrieve his things while also cleaning up the burned out cigarette on the ground and throwing it away, Ken looked down to undo his tie just a bit. If he went into work with a neat tie out of nowhere after five years of having a set look he could come off as suspicious. That was how Ken saw it at least.


"Chris, like I said before multiple times. It's ove-" Ken stopped abruptly as Polenski was now gone. How am I going to get rid of him completely...


Ken curses himself daily for ever going out with that man for a year. Even if they broke up a while ago he still has to deal with his shenanigans on a daily basis. It's quite irritating. There was no time to waste though, Ken needed to get to the Estate to report to the boss for a meeting. No one keeps his boss waiting.


At the Capello Estate//Around 10:00am


Ken slowly walks up to the estate, admiring the beautiful white pillars that hold the majestic entrance towards his famiglia's base beyond the creamy white fence. A different scenery entirely from Ken's own apartment. He opened the fence, noticing that not a sound comes from the fence as it gently slides across the bricked floor. A wonderful juxtaposition of his boss's determination of pure perfection no matter how small a task it may be. Al that could be heard is the sound of Ken's smooth black dress shoes grazing lightly the path to the main entrance.


Ken knocks lightly at the door until somebody opens it. He wasn't one to walk in without permission unless he was instructed by his boss to do so. He beelines for his destination, ignoring most of what is around him including the dogs. He wasn't an interesting gem in their eyes anyway being through these halls for five years straight now. That was when Ken heard the voice of Capo Montagne.


He glanced in the direction of his higher up. Ken hasn't learned french yet since he is still focusing on his Italian so half the message was lost on him. It sounded very lively, that was for sure. Ken stopped near Montagne and bowed his head forward deeply. Making sure to hold his bow for five seconds. This was his way of showing deep respect and acknowledging his higher up. Though Ken did not speak a word as he walked away from him once finishing his 'greeting'. Ken generally did not talk to other's unless he was beckoned to do so first.


Navigating the hallways, Ken arrives at Jadran's door. The architectural work of just his door was immaculate as well. Every groove and design was placed there with a certain purpose. Much like the people in the famiglia. Ken diverts his thoughts to the door which he lightly knocks twice. He then pauses for two seconds before knocking one more time. This was his knock that he used exclusively for Jadran to signify that it was him at the door so that he would avoid ever possibly disturbing the boss with the hassle of figuring out who is knocking. If Jadran didn't answer then he wasn't needed. If he beckoned him, he would follow. So Ken waits in front of the door awaiting the permission he needs to advance.

 

[Kingly]

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Walking away from his boss and literal partner in crime, Dante continued on to his room in the estate. He knew Adrian would take some time to prepare before they left as he always did. Adrian was of course the more careful of the pair and that caution of course took time, so Dante was in no rush to get to the car. As Dante walked through the large estate and navigated his way to his room he looked down at the sheet containing the information on their target. Still glad the name on it was not that of his own Civilian 'friend'. He read and re-read every single detail on the target, embedding the information into his mind. He was hoping to get the job done quick and then hit the boxing gym before it became too late, put in a little work for his match this week. Though that was the least of his concerns at this time. He folded the paper up and shoved it back into his pocket once he entered his room. He began changing into some casual clothing, normally for debt collecting and the like, he would wear one of his elegant suits. Though for a task like this, he decided casual wear would fit better. He searched his closet for a pair of jeans and a clean white t-shirt, and then he began to dress.


After he changed, Dante walked over to the side bathroom in his room and took some time to look in the mirror and fix his hair up. Job or not, he had to always look good. He smiled brightly and winked at himself in the mirror, stroking his chin in admiration. As he continued to be conceited, his phone went off. He pulled it from his pocket and looked down at the screen, seeing a horrible message from the Mexican with threats towards the love of his life. His car. Dante quickly responded with a "Don't you dare put your filthy fingers on my girl." and with that he hurried off to the car.


As Dante stepped out of one of the many exits of the massive Estate towards where his car was parked on the side, he spotted the muscular Mexican waiting impatiently beside it. He couldn't help but laugh at the sight "Didn't anyone teach you patience in Mexico?" he said shaking his head, stepping over to him and the car. He kissed the roof of the car and patted it twice before turning to Adrian. "You're a lucky man to be riding in such a bellissimo vehicle today." he said with a snicker before removing his keys from his pocket and walking over to the drivers side of the car. He unlocked his door and pressed the button on the side of the door to unlock the passenger door as well.


He poked his head through and dropped his hand down to under his seat, yanking the small lever to drop his seat down, allowing him access to the back seats. Dante then crawled over his seat and to the back seats and reached under the rightmost seat, flicked something and did the same for the leftmost seat. Finally with a grunt he put his hands on either side of the middle seat and hefted it up, the cushions coming up to reveal a long container, filling the length of all of the back seats. Inside of it was an array of weapons, ammunition and tools. Knives, Pistols, Shotguns, Machine Guns, SMG's, Rope's, C4, a container of gasoline with matches on top, a baseball bat, brass knuckles the list goes on, the container was full and secured on the top of the seat cushions was all the ammunition. Dante checked through all the stuff, making sure everything he was going to need was there, whispering to himself though not yet taking anything. Finally he nodded to himself satisfied and let the cushions drop back down, flicking the things on each seat back to lock the cushions into place with a rolled "Perfetto" as he went. He then began to work his way back from the cramped back area, banging his head on the top of the car with an angry "Ah, Fuck!". He rubbed the back of his head and glanced over to Adrian and shook his head "She was angry at me for leaving you and her alone." he joked, speaking about the car and the pain it just inflicted to his head. He reached back down under his seat and brought his seat back up, sitting down and closing the door to the side of him.





Dante gave a quick glance to Adrian as he stepped into the car before he turned his head back to the wheel. He put the key in the ignition and started the engine up, feeling the thrum beneath him as he said "Rosaline's first? We could decide an approach on the way there." he let the car warm up a bit before he glanced over his shoulder, slowly backing out of the driveway, when suddenly his phone went off. He gave a quick glance down to his lap where his phone rested, only to see a message from a completely unexpected person which made him stop the car instantly without any explanation to Adrian. He swiped the phone up, a wave of excitement coming over him, what could it be? Most of him thought that it would just be an angry message telling him off for how he had left unexpectedly the last time they were together. Though he hoped, oh how he hoped to got that it was something else. The message said "Took this last night don't worry I was drunk." and under it of course, followed a video. Dante blinked confused and curious at the contents of the video. He then pressed the play button to the video, his face twisting from one of joy to one of horror as he watched the suited men shout threats at a civilian man who was cowering in fear. And to what Dante could make out, one of them was holding a pistol in their hand. He kept re-watching the video, a mixture of emotions coming over him as he watched the man yell. Normally video's like this he would just move past, for he had done things just like that before. Though the thing instilling worry in his mind was that Freedom took this video with her own phone. These two men were clearly mafia debt collectors as they were shouting about money and making threats about the removal of certain treasured areas. With each time he watched the video over, a new emotion came. First he was confused on why she sent this to him, second he was angry at her stupidity for taking this video, third was worry for the information that she now carried with her everywhere, and information is an invitation for death to come to your door. And finally disappointment that he was about to have to sap all the fun out of what could have been a great conversation. But she didn't understand the severity of this situation, and for her safety he knew what he had to do. His fingers quickly began to type a message to the girl.

Free

them

Took this last night don't worry I was drunk

me

are u ducking insane? delete this video rn and dont show not 1 person this vid! No 1! Not even Zoe! Delete it rn!

me

Fucking*

As he sent the message a sigh escaped him, possibly he laid it down too thick and was asking for an argument to be started. Though hopefully she would listen to what he had to say and delete the video instantly. Even though he knew those two mafia men were apart of a lesser mafia, they could still harm her just as easy. Dante had forgotten that they were just about to begin a job as he turned to the staring Adrian. "You won't believe the fuckery I just saw." he spat out angrily before showing the video to Adrian. He wasn't entirely angry at Freedom he was worried and the worry made him angry. He shook his head and tossed the phone to the side after Adrian had seen it. "Fuck Rosaline's I lost my appetite, let's just get this job over with." he said pulling the sheet with the information on the girl out of his pocket and handing it to Adrian. "Everything is on there." he said trying to sound at least the slightest bit pumped for the job, though he couldn't. Of course he was happy Freedom had texted him, though what she sent only clouded his mind more and he couldn't stop thinking about it. He hoped it would be as simple as her deleting it and them both moving on with life but part of him felt like it won't be that easy. His up beat demeanor was gone and replaced with one of distress. He put one hand on the wheel and one hand on his chin, rubbing it as he usually did in thought backing up out of the driveway. "Where to Tero." he asked as he shot out of the estate gates and into the streets of Toronto.





[ @Semblance @Of the Red ]

 

[King Sabby]

Nina

9:09

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Stifling a yawn Nina bent over to lift up another box of vitamin off the trolley putting it in the back with the last of the shipment. Uncapping her pen with her teeth she lifted the clipboard off the counter to check off the last item off her list. Running the numbers over again to make sure that they had enough stocked in the store's front along with back in storage. Nina sighed glad that there wasn't a mistake and they weren't over charging or skimping on product for Mr.Ballard. "Mr. Ballard," Nina called out to the front register of the store making her way to the counter. "Everything in order Nina?" "Yes, Sir shipments are in, I already finish measuring the late night prescriptions for todays pick up, also I put a note so Ms.Wayne remembers that her husbands insulin needs to be refrigerated." Nina listed off shrugging off her her pharmacy coat. She had woken up at five to come to work t six so she could organize and wait for the delivery.





"I have to head out now Mr.Ballard" Nina went to her cubby retrieving her bag. Nina smiled at the little cubby decorated with pictures of her family. A few rare pictures of when her siblings were children with their parents, while the majority were of her nephews the biggest being of Arseni on his last birthday. Throwing the bag over her shoulder Nina grabbed her coffee cup next to Mr. Ballard, grimacing at the now cold liquid she took a long swing of it. "Alright then have a good day Nina stay safe." The elder man gruffed out waving her off.





Nina gave a grin his way heading towards the door with one last wave over her shoulder. She enjoyed the little pharmacy that mostly catered to the elderly or locals. Mr.Ballard had been around for quite a while, born and raised in Toronto inherited it from his father and so on. The good thing about Mr.Ballard was he didn't asked questions and that was just perfect for Nina.





Making her way to her car she drove taking a longer way out of habit. Making sure she took as many turns that would get any normal person confused if they were trailing her she made her way to Capello Estate. Getting out of the car she straightened out her blazer and dress pants giving a quick glance at her watch that read 10 o'clock, she made her way towards the entrance. Opening the main door she gave a sweep of the foyer before heading toward the Boss's office. She past the dogs making sure she did not falter with her demeanor calm and in control, the little german she picked up mostly for the dobermans was spoken clear and unwavering so they would stay put. Nina continues to the door where she saw the back of her fellow Made-Man.





"Good Morning Kenta."

 

[kou]

?October Bartholomew?

Spoiler

Take me to a place where we both don't have to face the things we face. Astronomyy

[media]

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"You're going to scare away everyone if you keep on frowning like that all the time." October temporarily withdrew herself from her thoughts in order to look up at her manager whom was stood directly in front of her desk, a smug grin upon his face as he gazed at the younger woman. Barry had always been a commendable man, a mentor of sorts for Bartholomew however he always seemed to have his head in the clouds which was decidedly not a pleasant experience in October's opinion. There was a brief interval of silence in which October flipped through the pages of a catalogue before sighing in resignation.


"I am merely accepting the fact that there is simply nothing in life to smile for." It was true if anyone were to reflect upon the statement, October was merely stating an observation that happened to provide her with all the evidence she could possibly need. Long ago the woman had stopped smiling, she did so rarely however it always held some form of contempt. It was simply too tedious to remain optimistic about trivial things such as happiness, October had other things to be concerned about. Barry neared the woman, shaking his head in feigned disappointment before removing the pair of glasses which sat on the bridge of his nose; he proceeded to clean them with a hideous purple sweater that October immediately felt nauseous looking at.





"It isn't a fact if it isn't true." October scoffed quietly before setting the book aside and placing her hands in her lap, fixating on Barry with a disbelieving glare before rolling her eyes. They had this conversation every single day and it was alarming that Barry still continued to pursue this line of conversation. "Many things aren't true but that doesn't mean we disregard them." Barry paused, inclining his head in begrudging agreement before situating his glasses in their rightful spot and blinking rapidly. "Touche, I suppose you are correct."


The man removed himself from October's personal space before snagging the catalog as he strolled towards the door, October was ready to protest when Barry stopped abruptly before glancing at her. "You're quite a lonely woman and I know you're content with that but I lost everything in my need to be isolated, don't fuck your life up October." Barry exited the room leaving October to ponder over what he had meant, the woman readjusted her sweater before settling back down in her seat. Time ticked by slowly and October could hear the prominent ticking of a clock from within the office.


Tick.


Tock.


Tick.





The clock paused before resuming its repetitive mantra and the woman reached for a book which was balanced precariously on the edge of the wooden desk, running her fingers along the hardened spine before opening it slowly. October found it increasingly hard to not drift off and shut the book as she stood, deciding to retire for the evening and grabbing her bag before heading towards the door.





Barry had been wrong, she wasn't lonely.


She was just waiting for the right moment.


Whenever that would be.

 

[dwale]

-place- The Capello Estate
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Jadran


Jadran's ears picked up a series of noises that his half-sister's couldn't. By the knock he knew immediately who was at the door, and the voice of his Capo was unique from all others in the home. "Dans mon bureau, Eric. Come in," He called from his position at his desk, spinning to face the doors, to address the beings outside once they'd entered.


"I'm glad to see you have all arrived. Did we get a little saltellante last night," He asked, his eyes narrowing as he looked them all over. A challenge had been presented to him and he was eager to get started. They needed all of the civilians captured as soon as possible. He was sure that Cristiano hax all of his lackeys already out and looking for the first victim. However, Jadran was more than confident that his Made-Men would get the job done quickly, effectively and without causing a scene.


"We've been presented a little game by La Croce d'Oro. If we wish to become the tutti i potenti della mafia we must capture a total of six civilians," Jadran began to explain, before he paused and felt at his jaw. His voice was all business with no room for any sort of relaxation. This was what they had all been waiting for. This was what his father had been striving for as the previous Boss, and now, Jadran had the chance to complete his father's work.


His eyes came to rest on Florence for a brief moment before they moved back to his men, and woman. "Our first target is a young lady by the name of October Bartholomew..." He began and proceeded to give his Made-Men more information, including the spots she was often found at.


"Remember," He warned before they turned to leave. "You harm the civilian in anyway and I will not hesitate when I cut your tongue out," He threatened. It was something he often did and when he threatened, it would happen if you were to fuck up in anyway shape or form. He wouldn't tolerate messing up when it came to this game. Not with so much on the line.

@GakuHirashime @NimbusTheCat

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[logastellus]

Florence looked at her brother's lips before turning around seeing Eric and the two Made-Men enter the office. She placed her coffee bean cup on one of the extra coasters he had and used her hands to sign a hello before giving them a warm welcoming smile. She looked behind her before sitting on the mohagany desk crossing one slender leg over the other one. She craned her neck to see her brother begin talking to the three members of the mafia family about some email. Carefully eyeing in oh his thin lips she was able to read what he was telling the others. An email he received from the king of mafias talking about how his urge for excitement. A game of Cat and Mouse she believed, wanting the two mafia families to capture civilians for sport. She never understood the Mafia King, he had such a cynical mind it was too much for her to handle. After the last of her brothers words were spoken she moved her eyes back to the trio. "Our best option would be to split up and look for her in the given locations. If any of you find her do not forcefully engage, that will cause her to flee from us. Contact myself, the boss ans hold off until we give you an order. Eric you will be located at the museum where she works at, Nina the park and Kenta you are with me on coffee and cafes, I have a feeling she will be at those locations. Hopefully this is fine with all of you if not speak now before we depart. If there are no objections we leave today. If you do engage in a forceful way, you will not only answer to the boss you will answer to me and the dobermans as well..." She slowly stood up before turning around. "Is there anything else you need to inform us on before we depart?" She looked into her brothers eyes sliding her fingers inside her black jeans. The look in her brothers eyes gave way that he was still hesitant of letting her go out there to complete a mission the made-men can do, but she can handle herself. "Trust me...I'll be ok..." She told him, a small loving smile creeping on her face.
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[Angst]

Eric Montagne

Tutti i potenti della mafia. The all powerful mafia. Such a regal title it was, only befitting of a famiglia of the Capellos' caliber. Eric's resting smirk, at his boss's grand statement, widened considerably into a full-fledged grin, his eyes sparkling in cruel anticipation. He had always enjoyed a good, honest game, and this one in particular was certainly intriguing. Using humans as game pieces. The Mafia King, while undeniably twisted, had a form of genius about him, one that Eric could appreciate.


The man paced the office floor behind his counterparts as Jadran continued with his briefing, listening as intently as his short attention span could allow. October Bartholomew. An odd name, but interesting. Truth be told, he wasn't able to pick up on much else, as his mind wandered from there, but he did catch a terse yet detailed description of the woman's appearance and a few of her usual haunts. And he definitely did not miss the ending warning.


A motion from Florence caught his attention once Jadran had finished, and he paused in his pacing to face the Underboss, instead swaying in place as she dealt out additional instructions. The museum, huh? Eric found himself repressing a sigh at the thought. Museums, as a general rule, bored him to death. Standing around and staring at things just didn't mix well with his need for constant stimulation. However, he was in no position to complain, and something told him that in this circumstance, if he were lucky enough to come across their target, boredom would not be an issue. The thought lifted his spirits.





"It will be done as you wish it," he addressed both Florence and Jadran once they had finished. The smile words exchanged between the two were not lost on him. It was quite adorable, really. Florence had asked the boss for any concluding comments, but Eric preferred not to wait. Action was finally calling his name, and he didn't think that he could wait another moment. Before exiting the office, he directed a polite nod and a wave towards Nina and Kenta and a wink towards his superiors. "À tout à l’heure!"


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It appeared that luck was on his side. Just as he was pulling his car into the museum parking lot, he spotted a woman who fit Bartholomew's exact description exiting the building. Heading home, most likely. Or at least, she had been planning on it.


Quickly, the Capo produced his cellphone from his pocket and sent a brief message to the other members of the group, confirming his position. However, he was faced with a bit of a dilemma. Florence had instructed them not to engage unless given the instruction to do so, but if he waited much longer, the woman would be gone. So, in a split-second decision in which reasoning won out over obedience, he emerged from his car and approached her. In accordance with his orders, though, he would not employ force. He didn't much desire to loose his tongue.





"Excusez-moi, Madame! Can I have a moment?"

 

[kou]

October Bartholomew

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks, better run, better run, outrun my gun. Foster the People

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October had been on the brink of dashing to her car when a man called out..in French. October located the source easily and furrowed her brow in befuddlement, what might he possibly need? It was not unusual to encounter visitors who needed help navigating the museum and October was not particularly reserved about accompanying them but she was about to leave..perhaps Barry would take care of it if she escorted the stranger up there. The woman closed the distance between her and the unknown man, a terse expression on her face as she neared him.





She would assist him and then she would take her leave however she couldn't help the nervousness which settled over her whenever she conversed with others. It had always occurred and October pointedly ignored the faint slither of paranoia, fixating on the man before inclining her head. "May I help you, Sir?" October remembered her manners and reminded herself that the man had spoken French, it was possible that he had no idea where he was. She recalled the endless lessons on linguistics she had to learn when she applied for the job. "Puis-je vous aider, Monsieur?"


@NimbusTheCat

 

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Florence sped down the streets with Kenta in the passenger seat of her black 67 Chevy Impala. It may have been an old car but it was her baby and she would never let anyone ruin it. Turning the corner down the somewhat busy street she pulled into one of the busy café shops parking spots. Putting the vehicle in park she exited her car locking it behind her then slipped her aviator glasses on. Slowly turning to look at Kenta she gave him a slight nod before heading inside their first destination. Upon entering the smell of coffee smacked her in the face and she wanted to just puke. Looking at the amount of people inside the establishment she didn't want to make a scene. Waiting in line until it was their turn she asked the cashier where their manager was. After getting a response she told him to bring him out cause they needed to talk.


Seeing the manager exit the backroom she began to speak.


"I need to know if you have seen or heard of a young lady name October Bartholomew enter this cafe' and I need to know now..." She told the man removing her aviatior glasses to look at him in the face. "October? Nope I'm sorry ma'am I haven't heard of a lady with that name...sounds kinda dumb to me...why name your kid after a month, now people are gonna name their kids after foods and objects and other things...society these days...anyway I'm sorry..." The manager told her. "If someone one comes in here with that name text me plese...I'd appreciate it..." She told him before turning to look at Kenta. "Since we are here...go ahead and order yourself something to drink...order me a large smoothie as well...a wild berry smoothie with mango in it...I'm going to text the others to see if they have found October yet...I'll be outside..." She slipped her hand in her pocket to retrieve her Iphone then exited the cafe.


Sitting in the car she sent out a group text message to the Capo and Made-Men.

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My Minions

me

Have any of you located the girl yet?

@NimbusTheCat @GakuHirashime

 

[Angst]

Eric Montagne

Ah, the girl spoke French, and quite fluently as well, though her accent was an unusual one, one that he couldn't quite place. Full of surprises already. A deceptively disarming smile spread across Eric's face as he studied her, repetitively tapping his foot against the pavement as he did so, without any particular rhythm. She was young - couldn't have been much older than twenty, but she had an aura of sophistication about her that gave her the essence of someone well beyond her years. Up close, she was undeniably striking, with long, straight hair the color of ebony, and eyes of the same dark brown shade. What really caught his attention, though, was her height. He, being of 6'0" himself, only had her by about an inch.


"Oui, Mademoiselle, you can-"





Eric was interrupted by the untimely chiming of his phone from where it rested in his pocket. One of his comrades, no doubt.


"Un instant, s'il vous plaît," he excused himself, holding a hand up to signal for her to wait while he checked on the message that he had received. He wasn't surprised to find that it was from Florence, and he quickly typed back an affirmative response.

Équipe

them

Have any of you located the girl yet?

me

I have! Permission to engage?

Of course, he had already engaged the target, but what Florence didn't know wouldn't hurt her. Shrugging apologetically, the Capo locked his phone once more and turned his attention back to Bartholomew.





"Je suis désole. My boss. She can be very persistent when she wants to be. As I was saying before, there is something that you can do for me. Would you mind taking a little drive with me, Mademoiselle?"





Without thinking, he produced a cigarette from the box in his pocket as he spoke and lit it, taking a drag of the resulting smoke as he awaited her reaction to his strange question. Not that she had any choice in the matter.


@Annabella @MidnightSoul

 

[kou]

October Bartholomew

And I don't know how to slow it down. Norah Jones

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What had the man said? It was spoken so casually that October would have said yes had she not actually reflected over his words. The fluent French accent intermingled with his English and October tilted her head, hands gripping her purse just in case this encounter was not as friendly as she originally assumed. The man was handsome however he wasn't..right, his brown eyes wide and his stature almost graceful as he smoked a cigarette. October scrunched up her face as the stench of tobacco and wished instantly that she had gone to her car when the opportunity had been available.


The air around them seemed to still and the world seemed to hold its breath, leaving October feeling increasingly uneasy at what was supposed to be a simple exchange. The woman forced herself to say something before shaking her head, one foot taking a cautious step backwards towards where her car awaited before she shook her head even harder. "I don't believe that would be a good idea, sir. Il est préférable de nous séparer de nos moyens {it is best we part our ways.}" As October said this she took another step back, flashing an uneasy smile in the man's direction.


@NimbusTheCat

 

[dwale]

-place- Her Apartment
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Zoë

Freedom left a short twenty minutes later. She had only been in the shower for a brief ten minutes, before she emerged, looking rather distraught. She told Zoë a short cluster of details about the situation, then left in a hurry. Zoë made sure she had all of her things before Freedom left, with a quick departing hug and a few words of reassurance.


After Freedom left, the apartment was filled with deadening silence. Even her cat wasn't out and about making noise like usual. She let a heavy sigh fall from her lips before she made her way into the bathroom, leaving the search for the owner of the watch and wallet behind her for now. She looked horrible and felt even worse than she looked. So, she quickly jumped through the shower, before getting dressed in a comfy pair of clothes that would aid her in her day of lazing around.


Zoë's eyes travelled over to the foreign items on the counter, but she simply collapsed on her couch and flipped the TV onto some sort of Historical documentary that was on. It wasn't anything that particularly intrigued her interest, but it was better than letting the silence drive her loony. Her cat finally made its appearance and jumped on the back of the sofa. The feline sat there, tail swishing as it stared down at Zoë, who ignored the creature for the most part.


The cat wasn't much of a companion and was more of a pain in the ass than anything, but it was better than being alone all the time, she guessed. At least there was another presence in the place. She bent her knees and curled up on her side, hand tucked under her cheek as she stared at the television. Zoë soon fell asleep, still wiped out from the events of last night.

 

[Angst]

Eric Montagne

A puff of smoke, accompanied by a low, breathy chuckle, escaped from Eric's lips in response to Bartholomew's refusal. To be expected, her reaction was; not many would jump at the chance to drive off to who-knows-where with a total stranger, especially not one with a foreboding light in his eyes and a grin that was slightly off kilter. The tension between them was palpable in the stillness of the air, like the universe itself was waiting upon his next course of action. Eric didn't exactly revel in the following silence. It made him anxious, and resumed with the erratic tapping of his foot in an unconscious attempt to dispel the negative energy. He took one final drag of his cigarette before dropping it to the ground and crushing it into the asphalt with the heel of his shoe.





"Mes excuses, Ms. October. I'm afraid that isn't an option. Let me phrase my request a little bit differently for you. You'll have to excuse me, sometimes I have a bit of a hard time expressing myself."





With that, he took a step forward to close the distance that she had created between them, reaching into the fold of his coat to the holster on his belt. Pulling a gun on the girl came pretty close to using force, but so long as he didn't damage her, he reasoned that Jadran wouldn't mind. He produced the shining metal weapon from its holster, releasing the safety with a satisfying click, and twirled it deftly in one of his hands before pointing it towards his target.





"Vous venez avec moi, ou je tire. You come with me, or I shoot."


@Annabella

 

[kou]

October Bartholomew

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It was as if all of the breath had left October's body as the gun came to meet her directly in her face, her brown eyes widening at the weapon before she raised her hands upon instinct. What could this man possibly want with her? There were many things which came to mind and with each passing thought October could feel herself trembling slightly. She quickly scanned the parking lot for any alternate route and felt herself deflate as she realized there was none, a simple pull of the trigger was all that it would take should she try to make an escape and there was no one around. October wished that today had been a busy one, she wished that she hadn't approached the man.


There was a good chance that he would kill her. The thought scared her as much as anyone, her mouth going dry as she imagined her corpse being abandoned in the woods and being left to rot as various animals feasted upon her decomposing body. She had seen these situations often on television, had even read about them and yet she couldn't possibly place herself in such a scenario. October knew that there was no hope for escaping now and she would have to tag along with the man and do..whatever he wanted with her in the first place.


There was no doubt that he was experienced based on the fluid motions with which he handled the gun however October hadn't missed the impatient manner he had..perhaps that was his Achilles' Heel. An infernal churning arose in her stomach, she felt nauseous.


"After you, sir. I don't really know how to be properly kidnapped, if you'll excuse me." October couldn't help the sarcastic retort and bit the inside of her cheek, inwardly cursing. She would run if she had the chance. He would not kill her. Not yet.


@NimbusTheCat

 

[Suffocated]

Kenta Satou

Ken was indifferent to the news about the tasks he must do. He listened diligently to his boss and Florence before bowing with respect, he has never refused a mission nor was he planning on ever starting. He quickly followed behind Florence, not wanting to make her wait a second. She was also his boss and he treated her no differently. Ken entered Florence's Impala, holding nothing but silence while she drove. He realized that he should probably get around to buying a car sometime. He always just walk everywhere. Even if his destination is hours away, he doesn't mind and in fact he enjoys walking. He feels like he is swimming through the crowds of endless bustling life while he meanders through the shadows, watching them and waiting.


When they arrived at the coffee shop, Ken followed diligently behind Florence. While the interchange between the cashier and Florence occurred he glared at the cashier. Ensuring him that he better talk correctly to her. While the cashier responded with empty answers, Ken received his order from Florence. It didn't bother him one bit to be told to buy a drink for Florence. In fact, he saw it as an honorable thing and a sign that Florence trusted him. The Capello's always had to be on the look out for traitors and possible assassination attempts even something as simple as poison in a drink is a possibility. Since Florence allowed him to buy the drink, that means that his five years working for them is really paying off. Even though to others this seems like the smallest thing, to Ken it was an honor. Ken nodded to Florence as she walked away and once she was outside he turned to face the cashier.


"What was her problem anyway?" The cashier mumbled to himself.


That was when a glint in Ken's eyes appeared, a small rage that grew in a matter of seconds. Instantly, he grabbed the cashier's shirt and pulled him close, his upper-body dangling over the counter. Feet lifted off the ground as Ken was much taller.


"Watch your mouth. Don't you ever disrespect her again." Ken spoke firmly and without hesitation.


"S-Sorry, I won't do it again." The cashier trembled for his life from feeling the sheer grip on his shirt.


"It'll do you some good to never waste her time again with your useless blather. Make the order, a tea and I'll be on my way." Ken then threw back the cashier to his side of the counter. Not batting an eyelid or showing an ounce of concern. The cashier nervously began making the order, quicker than he has ever made an order before. While bringing the drinks over his hands were visibly shaking from terror. He placed them down on the counter in front of Ken.


"I-It's on the house, s-sir." The cashier formed a smile while holding back tears.


Ken grabbed the two drinks firmly, still having his eyes locked on the cashier. He thought to himself how pathetic this boy was, willing to talk poorly of others but not have anything to back off that audacity. It irked Ken greatly to have someone so low address his boss in that manner. He leaned in close to the cashier so that his lips were inches away from his ear. The cashier having nothing but fear reflect in his eyes.


"If I found out that you lied to her, you're dead." Ken whispered.


With that Ken retreated leaving behind a horrified cashier. He knew that the cashier would not speak up on the matter for he would fear losing his life over it. Ken made his way out of the cafe and towards Florence's car. He got inside and handed Florence her large wild berry mango smoothie.


"Apologies on the wait mam'. There was a small mix up but it has been taken care of." He took a small sip of his tea as he awaited a response from Florence about whether anybody has been successful in finding the target.

@MidnightSoul
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Florence read the reply message from the one person she didnt want to respond, Eric. The message read that he had found the girl and all Florence could do was grip her phone tight in her hand. "Oh lord...I did not want him to find her...I'm a fucking idiot..." She softly slammed her head on the steering wheel of her car. She wasn't gonna sugarcoat it, Eric is a fantastic Capo and does his job wonderfully. But, he has a slight flaw, in specific situations he wants things to go his way. If they don't, he becomes violent and forceful, much more forceful than the made-men combined. Sending a quick response to the group, she looked up to see Kenta enter the automobile. Giving him a small smile she took the cold drink from his hand. "No worries and thank you...I'll pay you back...but now we need to regroup back at home...Eric found the girl...but I fear he didn't have everything go his way..."


Florence turned the engine on and let the vehicle reev up a little bit before looking at Kenta. "I suggest you hold onto your drink...it's going to get fast..." Quickly pulling out the establishments parking lot she stepped on the gas pedal with a great amount of force, the screeching of the rubber on asphalt make a loud noise cause citizens outside to turn their heads to the noise. Having one hand on the wheel and the other holding the cellular device, Florence sent out a message to her older sibling that they have located their first civilian and thay they are arriving home. Taking a few glances at Kenta seen him a little on edge at her driving she chuckled which was accompanied by a shake of her head. "I'm an excellent driver...you're making seem like we're gonna crash any minute..." Her voice a little heavy and slow. In honesty, people should be afraid of when Florence drives. She's not reckless, she's just a speed demon.


She was driving over the speed limit, passing some yellow lights, busting sharp turns and of course cutting the other drivers off. Oh, Florence should compete in race car driving. Turning down the street the estate was located she flipped a switch to the garage and busted a sharp left turn into the small containment parking her impala perfectly next to her ninja and her model T. Turning the engine off, she grabbed her drink and exited walking inside the estate with Kenta following right behind her.
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Free hit a deer once. It was about a month ago and she hoped to get to a certain party before the cops came. Heavy bass music was blasting out of her stereo, it was 10:30 and to be honest, Freedom's attention was mainly focused on what she was wearing. She was about to call Gino when she slammed into the deer. After two minutes, Freedom got out of the car. It was lying there, twitching and there were-Free started dry heaving-guts spilling out of it.


The hazel eyed woman called Gino, Bex, Zoë, Nolan and her parents but none of them picked up. At the time, Dante was in one of his moods, they hadn't spoken to each other in two weeks, but Freedom was beyond scared. He picked up on the first ring.


That was when she realized how much he meant to her.

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King Verazani

me

Took this last night don't worry I was drunk

them

are u ducking insane? delete this video rn and dont show not 1 person this vid! No 1! Not even Zoe! Delete it rn!

them

Fucking*

me

Autocorrect DUCKING hates you, doesn't it ? ( You better be laughing your ass off right now

me

Anyway, you seem more stressed then usual. Do you need me to come over there and untwist your panties ?[/FONT] [FONT='Book Antiqua']

them

[/FONT] [FONT='Book Antiqua'] Yep, I'm in tears[/FONT] [FONT='Book Antiqua']

them

[/FONT] [FONT='Book Antiqua'] That's how much I'm laughing right now, delete that video. I also definitely would not mind a visit from the lovely hung over Freedom, but why untwist my panties when you can tear them off and throw them to the side. Relieve that stress you speak of[/FONT] [FONT='Book Antiqua']

me

[/FONT] [FONT='Book Antiqua'] Yeah, baby. I crack em up[/FONT] [FONT='Book Antiqua']

me

[/FONT] [FONT='Book Antiqua'] Speaking of panties, you're buying me new ones. They got all messed up when-never mind. Anyway, I'm not deleting it. The vid's harmless and last time I checked, you weren't my dad[/FONT] [FONT='Book Antiqua']

them

[/FONT] [FONT='Book Antiqua'] Oh.. Am I not? Because I remember clearly hearing the word daddy tossed around when we.. That's besides the point! Fanculo Free, Don't make this difficult just delete the damn video or else..[/FONT] [FONT='Book Antiqua']

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[/FONT] [FONT='Book Antiqua'] Altrimenti cosa ? Nel momento in cui si tira fuori , te ne sei andato[/FONT] [FONT='Book Antiqua']

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Free drove back home, slowly, her hands itching to check her phone to see Dante's response. Throughout the drive home, she glanced over, waiting for the tell-tale buzz of a text. Nothing. Nothing at all. To be honest, she usually fell asleep texting him but would never admit it because acting like a 14 year old in love didn't fit with...whatever the hell they called their relationship. Freedom didn't know how to explain what type of mad she was. There was sad-angry , violent-angry, melancholy-angry and sexually frustrated-angry (that's what usually went on between the two) but this was just...."Oh God..." . Freedom briefly eyed a mashed up squirrel, laying in the center of the road. Today was turning out to be unpleasant, to say the least.


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Free hastily locked the door, flinging herself on the couch. This was one of those times where she wished she smoked, simply to have something to calm her down. Rubbing her eyes with the sleeves of her sweater, the red one that smelled like suya pepper and sex, Freedom rolled off the couch. She needed to clean and cook and do this and that-anything to get her mind off him. A vacuum was sprawled in the corner, ironically collecting dust. "Time to put this fucker to use".


@Kingly

 

[Angst]

Eric Montagne

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Surprisingly, Eric found himself laughing again at Bartholomew's sardonic remark. Unlike the first time, however, this time it was loud, boisterous sound that was produced, one that made his outstretched hand waver slightly as he nearly doubled over and that would have most likely attracted a few questioning stares, had there been any others around. But the parking lot was empty, devoid of human activity and, more importantly, any possible witnesses, an auspicious circumstance which Eric once again chalked up to his continued good fortune. Bartholomew was really something else. Despite her obvious fear for her life, she still managed to keep a sense of humor, albeit a caustic one.





"Ah ah ah, I must contradict you yet again, ma cherie," he responded once he had caught his breath and pulled himself together enough to speak. "I'm going to have to insist that you take the lead. Wouldn't want you running off as soon as I turned my back. Just a precaution, I'm sure you understand. And don't worry, I'll be right behind you."





His tone was patronizing, sadistic, even, but he was enjoying himself far too much to give it any thought. Slowly, reveling in the total sense of victory which had washed over him, he made his way around October so that he was directly behind her, gun pointed steadily at her person the entire time. Making sure to keep a safe distance from her, lest she decide to try something, he used his other hand to point past her to the location of his car, in case she had missed it when he'd pulled up. "That way, s'il vous plaît. That car over there."


"Lucky for you," he continued as they walked so as to avoid any prolonged periods of silence, "I don't have much experience in the art of kidnapping, myself. I mainly just shoot." The second statement was meant as a warning to deter October from trying anything funny, but it was based in the truth. When he wasn't helping to manage famiglia affairs and the lower members of the Capello mafia, his main job when out in the field was to shoot first and ask questions later. Interrogations and recon and the like usually fell on other members. He had participated in a few kidnappings in his time as a Capello, but certainly never on a scale as large as this one. It had been an exciting endeavor so far, to say the least.


When the reached the car, he stepped around to Bartholomew's side, using his single free hand to throw open the passenger side door and gesture inside with an wide and greatly exaggerated flourish. "In you go, Mademoiselle."


@Annabella

 

[dwale]

-place- Aumento Gisella
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JadranJadran was sitting anxiously at one of the purple-checkered draped tables. The one that was furthest from the large windows at the front of the café and for good reason. His finger ran over his upper lip and his foot was tapping quickly under the table. Cecilia was supposed to be meeting him here and she was a few minutes late. Jadran was always punctual and he understood that things happened, but lateness caused him to worry. Especially when it came to his son and his son's mother.


He turned down the waitress once again as she came back to ask if he wanted anything, knowing very well who he was and what he was capable of. A moment later and he felt a hand between his shoulder blades and he tensed slightly, before he turned his eyes to look at the figure and immediately relaxed. "Sei in ritardo. Che è successo," He spoke as he reached his arms out to take Vincente. The two preferred speaking in Italian when together rather than English.


Cecilia handed the infant to his father, before she took the seat across from Jadran. "Il traffico era abbastanza pesante. Non era niente di che dovrebbe riguardare voi," She replied. Jadran nodded slightly as he looked over his son. He was much larger than he'd been on the day of his birth, even if Jadran had been absent for that. Jadran ran his hand over Vincente's back before he felt his phone vibrate. He pulled it out, skimming over the message before he frowned. He sighed. Though they had just gotten there, he had to leave.


"Papà ti vuole bene," Jadran murmured to his son before he pressed a kiss to the baby's cheek. He turned his attention to Cecilia. "Devo andare. Ti farò sapere quando potrò rivederlo." Jadran told her. She nodded, though she looked mildly irritated. Jadran was unable to qualm this irritation at the moment, so he stood, pressed on last kiss to the chubby cheek of his son and then handed him over. He left without another word.


Jadran arrived at the Estate no more than twenty minutes later, keeping his driving at a mildly fast speed. He pulled into the garage, seeing that Florence was already there. All of her vehicles were there. He turned off the vehicle, before stepping out and walking inside. He made sure the garage door was shut. He didn't want any damage made to the vehicles. He spotted Florence and shouted. "What was the problem," Jadran asked her, his jaw locked and lips pursed.


He knew that Eric was their gunman, for the most part. He had no problems with pulling the trigger when need be, but Jadran didn't believe he'd harm the civilian. That was against the rules and Jadran had made that completely clear. However, if harm had been brought to Miss. Bartholomew, Jadran would be getting his blades ready.

Team Capello

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[kou]

October Bartholomew

October stared at the passenger seat, unwilling to believe that she was being kidnapped in plain daylight where someone was bound to notice..or not. Human emotions always seemed to get the best of most and October strangely felt the need to cry, willing away the feeling before climbing inside. By default the young woman instantly put on her seat belt, struggling to pretend that this happened to be a normal car ride and she was not being threatened to participate. Needless to say there was no denying that she was terrified, October knew that her mother and father would never find her and that thought rendered her hopeless. The woman kept her eyes on the floor of the vehicle, ignoring the tears which welled up in her eyes and gripping her hand tightly in order to prevent herself from showing any emotion in front of a man who would most likely kill her.


October had always had an everlasting conflict with reacting to certain situations and this was no exception, along with the sorrow came the hysteria and the woman finally realized just what was happening. It was no joke, no illusion, no dream and October was never going to see her family again. There was no direct route out of the parking lot without alerting the man and she was doomed to die if she were to attack him directly, he was only 1 inch taller than her however his physical strength came into concern more than anything else. If he had a partner----


His boss.


His boss. It seemed too much of a coincidence to be filed away as nothing and October knew that the man was not acting alone which made matters even more complicated, if there happened to be more then they would know of her existence. How many people had they kidnapped? October refused to bring up a number but the man had stated that he had never been one for kidnapping so that meant...they didn't take people alive. October silently recounted the frenchman's words.


If they didn't take people alive then they needed her for some reason meaning she was not disposable yet which also meant that there was a chance. The man's impulsive behavior entailed that October would not be able to negotiate with them and the young woman knew that there could be an opportunity for escape. Everyone had a weakness, a systematic failure, and if she could exploit that then perhaps she could get away.


She would have to observe them carefully and study whoever his 'boss' happened to be.


@NimbusTheCat

 

[King Sabby]

Nina

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Tightening her grip on the steering wheel as Nina parked her car. She gave a look out the window of her 2014 black lacross buick, it wasn't an ideal place to open and to many civilians around. If she had to take Ms. October Bartholomew it would be hard if she couldn't persuade her she had a lot of leeway to escape. Pulling off her blazer for a sweater so she appeared more casual looking it would have been better if she had a jogging outfit, she would of been able to cover more of the park faster, giving a silent huff she pulled out a book, her purse, and her coffee cup before exiting her car.


Nina casually walked through the park to anyone that glanced at her she was just another person enjoying the outdoors. It was exactly what Nina wanted she was one of many if anyone asked she was just enjoying the park before her shift at work started. She past the playground a few mothers watch their children. Giving a smile, with a quick 'Good Morning' to anyone who past her and made eye contact. As Nina had learned eye contact was important when dealing with civilians someone unwilling to meet your eyes made you immediate dishonest and they would keep a closer eye on you. It amazed Nina how such small things could either make a mission or fuck it up. You always wanted to be the last person suspected of any foul play, and such a small thing could either make people trust or distrust you without even having a full conversation.


Nina made her way around the park taking glances around to take note of the people around. Finding a bench with a good view of he entrance and the rest of the park she sat down. Placing her coffee cup beside her she cracked open her book. She moved her eyes to make it look like she was reading while she scanned the park taking sips of her coffee. She couldn't see Ms.Bartholomew, but there was a chance she could come. Nina went to take another sip when she felt the buzz of her phone she quickly took it out. She read the message from Florence she was about to reply that there was no activity on her end when Eric replied.

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them

[/SIZE] [SIZE=14px] Have any of you located the girl yet?[/SIZE] [SIZE=14px]

them

I have! Permission to engage?

me

Heading back Ms.Capello, unless you need me for anything else?

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