Realistic or Modern Welcome to New York. (1924 mafia RP)

[Morbuskid]

Welcome to New York where the real people who run it is the mobs. Here you either work for or are forced to work for one the of the 4 Mobs, or just got caught in the heat. Make your story in the glory of the mob. You can be whoever you wish, your own character or a real life mobster. There will be 4 spots open for godfathers of all 4 mobs. Violence, cussing, not extreme but calm romance, and use of alcohol and cigars is allowed. We will be starting off with a gang war between the Italian and Sicilian mobs. It's your life or another's. What's it gonna be?


"I'm gonna make you a deal you can't refuse."


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[Morbuskid]

Sitting in his chair, Dallas thought of the good times. The times before he became an Alpini soldier in 1915. The times before witnessing hundreds of friends dying in a barrage. The times when he would gather round with his family and pray before eating on Christmas. Those memories turned from salvation to torture quickly as he remembered he could never go back to the simple life. The easy parts of life, but even those years still had corruption. He got out of his chair an exited his little office room were all the curtains were down. The only light source was a lamp. He walked down stairs to the casino and saw Armando sitting at the Blackjack, still being lucky like always. Armando looked behind him to see the boss, "Hey Dallas wanna come loose your money too.", he said to Dallas with a laugh. Dallas laughed a little, "Please, your so fucking lucky you can survive a car crash falling into the Grand Canyon.", Dallas joked. Armando laughed for a bit, "so what are you doing?", he asked. "Going to an old friends place.", he replied. Dallas walked outside, got into his car and started the engine. He put his foot on the pedal and was off to the Irish godfather's place. Meanwhile Armando had just made $250 from Blackjack and had moved on to liar's dice.


(I sincerely apologize for the hold up)

 

[BloodLightning27]

Vincent was at his desk, in his Apartment, with all his belongings packed up. He was getting ready to move into a House by the Waterfront. He had grown quite wealthy as a member of the Italian Mob. Before packing one last item, he was looking at a Family Album, particularly at a Photo which was taken when he was only eight years old.


'My name is Vincent Saverino Junior. I was born in Venice, Italy in 1898. I don't remember much about Italy, besides the fact that we were pretty hard up. Than my Dad decided that it was time to move away. He thought maybe a new City, new country...New Opportunity...The chance to start a new life in America. I never thought I'd get to see New York in my lifetime. It sure was Fantastic. Beautiful even. But even than, I still never saw anything more disgusting or filthier than our new shithole of an Apartment. Haha..."The American Dream"...More like American Nightmare. Than Dad started working for the guys at the Docks that arranged the Emigration for us. It was backbreaking, but half if not three quarters of that hard-earned money...Just went towards gambling, booze and all that good stuff. Eventually, my parents sent me to school. I needed to learn English. I wasn't gonna be able to do that living in a Italian Neighborhood. But then I ran into the Venetos. Growing up poor and with little to no work around...I had to scrounge up my own work. Didn't really work out when 1916 came around. But anything seemed better than Jail Time, so I just decided to join the Military...'


He sighed before closing the Album and stowing it away in a Box. Afterwards, he looked at the Medals he had earned in the Army. It wasn't much, but he was happy to have accomplished a few things in his so-far short life. He smiled at them before putting them away as well. Lastly, he opened a drawer on his soon-to-be disassembled desk to grab his Colt M1911 Handgun and storing it in his Coat Pocket. He would put his Stiletto Knife into his other Coat Pocket. Afterwards, he disassembled his Tommy Gun and stored it into a Violin Case. Between all his other guns, he wasn't sure of what to do next. Better not let any of the Movers see that... He then moved to store away the remaining weapons, except for the Brass Knuckles and his Baseball Bat, into Boxes and their disguise storages. He had already hidden all the Bullets and Magazines that he had, so he didn't worry. He would put on his Trench Coat, which was as black as night on before he slipped a pair of gloves on and grabbing his 'Violin' and locking the door to his apartment. He wasn't going to be moving for another week, so he wasn't all that worried. While walking downstairs, he put on his fedora. He was also thinking about purchasing another gun today. In case he was ever asked to do...Long Distance Kills. Quietly, the Man walked to his Car to store the 'Violin' before pulling out of the Apartment's Garage and beginning his way to a diner. Honestly, he was expecting another member of his Family to meeting with him. He ordered some coffee as he waited.

 

[Flack]

Joe was in his office at home sitting at his desk smoking a cigar. Working on things, mostly just making sure his family was taken care of. He didn't need nobody sticking their fingers in his pie. He had to put this tension with the Italians to rest. They were stubborn bastards though; it wasn't going to be easy, but if war broke out well that was bad for business for both sides. If it came to war well then he was going to make sure that they took two of theirs for everyone of his. This would require some support, that meant meeting with the other families. Always risky you could never be to careful; especially when you have a family to think about. Joe got up from his desk put out his cigar and went for a stroll, around the house looking for his wife and daughter. He always made sure to see them before he left. Just in case it was the last time he got to see them, he always made sure to tell them he loved them before he left otherwise he just didn't feel right.

 

[SandraDeelightful]

Cecilia was on the couch in the living room, reading her favorite book, The Age Of Innocence by Edith Wharton. It had been her favorite book since it's release in 1920. Her long brown hair falling down her shoulder. She had chosen not to cut her hair into the short bob that most young women were cutting their hair in. She just couldn't commit to it. She liked it long. She heard footsteps and turned. She saw her father and smiled. "D-Daddy," she said, in her usual stutter. Her voice was louder than it usually was, but not by much. as she was so shy and she spoke so softly and with a stutter.

 

[Blarg222]

Ciara sat in a park, near 14th Street, lying in wait. Her target was a key man to larger target, a rival moonshine shipping front one that was loosening the O'Niell family's control of the moonshine business in the sector. She pulled out a pack of smokes as she waited, silently checking her PPK hidden on her lower thigh. However her smoke break didn't last long as her target appeared, he was 5'6 dark haired man with a Yankees cap just like the briefing suggested. She walked up to him suavely, making herself look anonymous but still catching his attention. As she predicted he approached her, doing a macho, though obviously awkward strut. "Why hello there Madam, I couldn't help but notice that your all alone". Ciara gave him a smile "Oh yes, I have been quite lonely. I cant seem to find the right man, and with nothing to drink I just don't know how to cope." She said in a fake Midwestern damsel accent. She had laid the carrot, all she needed was the stick to snap. "Well Miss, I think I know where you can both!" He said smiling, his hormones obviously driving his instinct. He led her to the Front, which was located in the Old Town Bar, one of the many nostalgic area for the old-blood of New York. He showed her the down stairs where the production tubs were and he handed her a glass of alcohol. "Pretty impressive huh?" he asked pridefully looking over to Ciara. Ciara downed the glass of cheap gin and unclipping her pistol holster, "Yeah, too bad its about to be burnt." She said before raising the PPK and putting a single round in Key man's throat. He reered back, gurgling his warm blood soon passing out from shock. She then walked through every room gunning down the workers, who had no weapons but their Gin glasses. Once she had downed the last Moonshiner she moved over to the vats, dumping them onto the basement floor. As she walked up stairs, she looked back at the corpse of the key man, "Sorry mate, but you never really stood a chance!" She said before lighting up a smoke, inhaling and throwing it into the moonshine. I t set ablaze as she puffed out the smoke and exited the now burning tavern. She returned to her motorcycle and rode off, by the time police came, she'd be long gone.

 

[BloodLightning27]

As he waited, he drank out of his Coffee. Vincent just wondered when his contact was going to show up. Speak of the devil, one of the higher ups in the Family came by. "How doin', Vinny?"


"Doing great, and yourself?" Vincent asked.


"I got a new job for you. Some fat fuck is not paying his cut to the Don. Take him out. Whaddya' say?"


"Alright, no problem." Vincent smirked as he was handed a piece of paper with an address on it. This was going to be fun. He paid his tab and walked out to the front and grabbed a Cigar from his coat pocket. Lastly, he grabbed his Zippo Lighter and lit the cigar, wanting to grab a quick puff before doing his job. It was just going to be him. Just like his time in Europe during World War One. Oh the memories... Just as he approached his car, another male attempted to attack him. Vincent reacted quickly and pulled out his Stiletto, stabbing the man three times. He grabbed his neckerchief and cleaned his hands and blade of blood before putting them away and getting into his car. Quietly, he started driving to the address that he was given.

 

[Morbuskid]

Dallas had reached the Irish mob boss's place. He had exited his car after grabbing his fedora. As he walked to the front entrance of o'Neill's mansion, he put his fedora on. He walked up the stairs that led to the doors, and knocked on it. A feeling had grimaced his stomach, like something was waiting for him. When the door was opened by one of the maids, he had his 1911 drawn, she jumped back and screamed. Dallas sighed in relief and holstered his pistol into his coat, "I apologize for that, but being from the Alpini you have to expect the unexpected, is your master here?", he asked to the maiden who was still calming down from the surprise.


Armando left the table of liars dice after checking his watch, and walked into the VIP area. He was allowed in and went to a desk. "Meeting?", he asked to a girl behind the counter. She pointed to a janitors closest in the back. When he opened the door he saw a small hallway and heard voices. He walked down that hallway and there was about 20 guys gathered around a table and bulletin board. Armando had joined the group and watched a guy standing by the board and table planning something. "Alright boys, listen up. We got word of about 8 guys working for the Sicilians up at Jerry's auto-shop. We're just gonna give me a polite send off, so I'm gonna need 4 volunteers. I'm gonna go with Al, Jimmy, Richard, and Armando. So the rest of you guys either get the fuck out or just sit there and watch.", he said to the group. Pretty much everyone left except for the 4 that were called. The man with the plan stepped up to the table. "Alright guys, so here's the deal, me and another one of you are gonna dress up as cops, so scratch that off the bucket list. Anyway the other two are gonna bring in the good old Chicago Typewriters. Then while we got those idiots thinking were cops and we got them against the wall thinking they're being detained, were gonna whack em. The other guy is gonna be over looking the operation in the apartment across the street with a scoped Springfield. When we are done, me and cop number two will take the two gangsters to a cop car and take them to the 'Station', after that we get payed and maybe play some poker.", he explained to the 4. Armando just nodded, "Hows about I be one of the gangsters, it is in my blood. Besides I already been in uniform once, it is just plain dumb.", he said to the guy running the operation. "Alright, Al your with me, Richard since your good with Bolt actions your watching, and Jimmy your with Armando. Everybody got it?", the guy said in which everyone replied "Yep". The man smiled, "Good, be ready by early morning, we do it at 8 A.M", he told the 4 in which they went back to their regular activities. Armando went back into the casino and began a game of Poker.

 

[Flack]

Joe smiled at Cicilia, "Hello darling reading your books, I see." He walked over and sat down next to her. "Which one are you reading this time?" He asked . He wanted her to come out of the shell she was in, talk a little more , marry some nice Sicilion boy, but most of all he just wanted his angel to be happy. When he was with her she was all that mattered in the world.

 

[Morbuskid]

"He isn't home right now, but I'll let him know you where here when he comes back.", the maid said still getting over her heart attack. Dallas only nodded to her and walked back to his car. He opened the door and was leaving the driveway. When he got onto the rode he took his fedora off and was on his way back to the Casino. While he was driving he passed a fimiliar face. It was Vincent driving to god knows where. Dallas just drove past him because he thought that he wasn't gonna see him, and why bother messing with his contracts. Minutes later he made it to the casino. He parked his car he had it and grabbed his fedora as he got out. He shut the door and was on his way into the casino. When he made it in the guy from the meeting room who had discussed the plan walked up to him. "It's ready, we got our guys, guns, uniforms, and car.", the man told Dallas. "Good, make sure Joe gets the message, were gonna rock New York out of the cradle, come valentines day.", Dallas said to the man in which the man smiled and nodded. Dallas nodded back to the man and walked to the stairs past the card tables, coin slots, and other things designed to take or give money. He made it to and up the stairs back to his office as he walked through it the the other end and opened a door behind the desk about a few feet away, that led to a bedroom in which Dallas sat down on a king size bed and got a box that had pictures in it. He opened it up and there were pictures of when he lived in Italy, some had him in his Alpini uniform, others had family and friends gathered round for holidays or celebration. He looked through them before sighing and putting the box away as he went back into the office and sat down in his office chair.

 

[SandraDeelightful]

"Th-The A-Age of In-Innocence," Cecilia stuttered with a small smile, as she marked her place in her book and set it aside. She hated her stutter and she wanted more than anything to stop and she often thied to, yet no matter how hard she tried to, she just couldn't. She also hated being so shy. It caused her to miss out on life. Cecilia knew her father wanted her to come out of her she'll and she ofte tried to, she just could never bring herself to do so.

 

[Elise RIvers]

Theresa took a puff of some random guy's cigar, she kissed him and got up to dance. Reese loved the clubs in Staten Island and loved when her father left town so she could get out of the house. She found a loud group of Italian boys and decided to dance with them.


Reese had always been popular amongst guys and loved that she could get what she wanted, though she refused to be tied down. Her father had tried to arrange dates ans fiances and marriages for her but she always managed to argue her way out, she Hated the men her father chose for her, they were all too old and ugly and bossy. She's always been such a free spirit and this club was her favorite, always the hottest and sweetest guys.


Only three more days until her father came home, which meant two more nights of sleeping with whomever she wanted. She just never wanted the partying to end.

 

[Flack]

Joe smiled, "Again, that must be one of your favorites. Unfortunately my dear I have to take care of some business. You'll have to tell me more about it when I get back." He kissed her on the forehead. "Good bye angel, I love you." With that he left.


Joe grabbed his coat, put it on and drove to the speakeasy his gang had set up in at the Grand Inn. He needed to talk with his boys about setting up a meeting with Dallas face to face . Perhaps they could come to some sort of arrangement between the two of them that would be mutually benificial to both sides. Maybe negotiate who would deal in alcohol, drugs, divvy up the neighborhoods. Only one way to find out speak to the man.

 

[Morbuskid]

Armando left the poker table after claiming $100 more. He went outside and got in his car. He started it up and decided to go to a nice little club he knew of in Staten Island. After a while he made to the club, walked inside and up to the bar. "I'd like to buy everybody a drink", he said putting down allot of the money that he had. "Buddy, this is enough to buy everybody here a drink 3 times, where did you make this much?", the bartender asked. "You wanna ask questions, or keep the money.", Armando told the bartender in which the bartender nodded. Armando had ordered a large glass of good Whiskey and instead of purring it in a shot glass, he started downing the bottle. He put it back down still pretty sober. "I think I'm going to need another 4 of these tomorrow.", he told the bartender with a luagh.


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[Elise RIvers]

Reese decided to take a break from dancing and sat down at the bar flirting with some random guys, all of a sudden some guy walked in and offered a round to everyone. She thought maybe getting to know a rich man was in her best interest. She made her way over to the guy and leaned on the bar to him.


"You know this place is packed full of half drunk mafia boys, right?" She had always thought her best flirting tactic was making fun of people, she's always been one of the smartest and loved knowing she was right. "And ya know that means they all have guns on em. Hey pal, I'm not judgin ya but if this turns into a shit show i hope you can run." As she continued to study his looks in the dim bar lighting she noticed he was a very attractive man, and older than most of the party boys here. Hell she hoped to keep him by her side.


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[Morbuskid]

Armando looked at the girl who approached him, she was quite attractive. "I'd take that as an insult if you weren't so pretty, I've come packing more than just guns but I was in the Bersaglieri, I know how to fight even though the feather made me look fucking stupid.", he joked to her. (Remember it doesn't have to be long people)

 

[Xed]

Rafael pulled the best poker face he could manage as he studied his hand. His luck was on a roll today which meant the poor men at his table were going home with far emptier pockets than when he had started. Groans filled the air when the hands came out. He'd won yet again. "You've got the Devil's luck my boy. Wish I had some as well." The older man next to him said as he handed over the cash. "Hopefully the next time you come around I'll see myself out with some winnings instead of the usual losses." Rafael flashed him a charming smile. "I'll be glad to come down anytime. Now gentlemen if you'll excuse me I need to make my move. Today's schedule is a tight one and I don't want to be running late." He tucked the money away and flashed yet another smile as he made his way to the door. He just missed his bodyguard entering the place he had left as he made his way down to the local club. The young men and ladies there always had an interesting tale to share and had no short of customers as the most popular place in town. The moment he set foot inside, Rafael was swarmed with half a dozen young blondes and brunettes, clinging to his arms and fighting for his attention as they guided him to his usual seat. He attracted people like moths to a flame and he had somehow managed to keep his identity as the De Luca heir a secret from the clubs frequent visitors. Here he was just Rafe, a regular of the club who was brilliant at cards and a handsome young man who loved to hear exciting stories. The girls swooned when he smiled at them as they called for drinks and started vying for his attention, each wanting to tell him the tale they had to share. "Take turns. I'll listen to all of them so don't worry." He assured them as he looked up to catch sight of an older man in a suit by the bar and the young lady who seemed to be flirting with them. He had never really noticed them before though he was sure he had seen the girl once or twice in the weeks since he discovered the place and started dropping by on a regular basis. A young waiter walked over to them "Free drinks from the gentleman by the bar." He told them as he set down the glasses. Rafael's interest peaked. It wasn't every day that somebody felt generous enough to just treat an entire club to free drinks. "Waiter who is that man?" He asked as he watched the conversation between the older man and the young woman unfold. "Just a customer sir." The waiter replied before excusing himself. "I'll have to give him my thanks for the treat before he leaves."

 

[Blarg222]

Aidan came back to his house after the cinema with his wife, he always enjoyed a good picture show and how they operated. However when he got home he saw the maid rush at him with a mad look in her eyes, her arms flailing as she ran. "Mr O'Niell, the was a man! And, and he..um...came-" She said frantically. "Woah, woah, slow down! What happened?" Aidan said, gesturing to his guards to sweep the place. The guards moved with guns drawn as the maid blurted, "An Italian man was here, he pulled out a gun at me! He said he wanted to see you!" Aiden sighed, as he knew who it was, "Okay, just calm down and get back to work it'll all be fine." Aiden said as he walked to the phone. He then called Dallas' place so he could talk him.

 

[Morbuskid]

Dallas heard the phone ringing but almost didn't want to answer it because it would either be the Sicilian or the Irish boss. He sighed and picked up the phone. "Yeah", he said into the phone.

 

[Blarg222]

"Dallas you fucking mick! What hell is wrong with you? Pulling that Alpini crap on the fucking Help, you know that knocker on the door isn't for show? If I hadn't known you so well I would be in my right mind to tell Ciara to collect your fucking head! Now what is it that you want that you had to give poor Martha a heart attack?"

 

[Morbuskid]

Dallas rolled his eyes, "I wanna apologize for that, oh and you know how some of your boys go down the street that has a Jerry's auto-shop? Yeah tell them not to go in there no matter what until the afternoon.", he said. "Oh an I've survived snipers and camp raiders, I can survive a girl with a gun", he joked.

 

[Blarg222]

"Whatever you crazy Italian Bastard. Anyway, I'll keep my boys back though if you don't mind me asking, what's the occasion?" Aiden replied, curious as to why such a dull street would warrant such importance.

 

[Morbuskid]

Dallas laughed a little, "I'm sending a message to Joe, his boys overstayed there welcome.", he told Aiden. Dallas knew that Aiden would see the full thing in the newspapers.

 

[Blarg222]

Aiden chuckled, "Alright then, just don't mess up the place too bad my car's in the shop there and I don't think my insurance covers bullet holes. Bye then, and next time, knock." Aiden said before hanging up and returning to the maid to make sure she was okay.

 

[Elise RIvers]

"Well I think I better get myself out of here, daddy would hate me if he ever found out I was around folks like you.." she smirked and started to walk away, about half way through the crowd a brilliant idea popped into her head and she slowly made her way back to the bar. She wrote her address and number on a napkin, folded it, and from behind slid it into the man's pocket. Then she whispered into his ear.."If you're lucky..and daddy approves..I might just let you take me on a date. Drop by if you ever feel up to the challenge." With that she was gone, in a flash, she knew better than to stay around a bunch of drunk mafia wannabees.


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