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| The Housewife in the Parking Lot (Open RP) | Started by: Evza on Apr 14, '09 07:05 |
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Evza stands on the fire escape, thin tendrils of smoke curling into the night air from the cigarette in her hand. She gives a slight sigh lined with impatience. It seems amplified by the silence of the street. Ev clutches the silk bathrobe closely around her, glancing down to make sure the hem of the party dress beneath it didn't show. She had even spent half an hour wrestling her hair into curlers beneath a kerchief and smearing an avocado masque onto her face to complete the costume. Her eyes glance down to the watch on her wrist: 12:15. They're late, forgetful, or no-shows. Ev takes a deep drag on her cigarette before dropping it onto the steel below her. She watches the tip glowing like a fierce orange cat's eye before stomping it out beneath her slipper with one swift movement. She sighs and gives the parking lot across the street a final sweeping glance--there! A pair of headlights flashing. A smile curls up her face as she makes her way down the fire escape soundlessly. She cautiously makes her way across the street and into the parking lot. Her hand slides beneath the bathrobe to wrap around her gun--you can never trust the kind of people in this business. She leans against the car that had flashed its lights, casually rapping against the side of it three times. The window rolls halfway down, and she gives the figure inside a sharp look that breaks into a taut smile. She gives a nod before speaking. Well, hello. I believe you have something that belongs to me. |
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Lobo finally gets to the meeting place after a long, tiring night. He reaches into the glove compartment and withdraws his pistol, setting it in his lap with a slight wince; the pink of the bandage around his right bicep growing that much darker with the movement. Feeling much more secure now with piece at hand Lobo gives the signal: three flashes of his lights then waits. He sees a figure approach. There is just enough light to see it's a woman. But if it's the woman he is waiting for....She sure looks different from her usual. He cocks the weapon, keeping it trained on her as she approaches. At the corresponding signal his window rolls down. The stormy eyes that are grey in one light, blue in another, and somewhere in between normally are somewhat cold, not the mischeviousness that usually glints from them. "Soory for the delay old friend. Things got complicated. It was handled however. Get in. The boys are holding onto it. There has been too much going on tonight. Are you sure you want to pull this off tonight? I know speed is important but tonight is crazy. Cops everywhere. The Salvatores and Vetuccis are finally at open war. Some punk said the wrong thing." |
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| Reply by: Los_Loco_Lobo at Apr 14, '09 11:54 | |
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She snorts and crosses her arms, shaking her head. Idiots. Well, they won't bother with me--at least they'd better not. I'll make sure they regret it if they do. Evza takes a cautious look around for cops before opening the back door and sliding in. She looks to Lobo in the rearview mirror and gives him a warmer smile. Did you manage to get the flask of water? |
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| Reply by: Evza at Apr 14, '09 12:03 | |
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| "Of course. Have I failed a request from you yet?" is the comment he tosses back, handing her the large flask sitting in the front seat. "However I will need to get a new jacket before he go anywhere. And see Sal. He was always better at stitching me back together. And fastest too. Best of all....no questions. I can still fight. It's a flesh wound but I'm bleeding pretty good." He starts the engine of the nondescript vehicle, easing onto the road, eyes flitting back and forth,always on the lookout for trouble. | |
| Reply by: Los_Loco_Lobo at Apr 14, '09 12:23 | |
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Evza catches the water with a grin. Oh, good. I can wash this stuff off my face when we're done. Ev peers at the man's bandaged arm with concern. Hm, you're right. And Sal can lend you one of his jackets if you promise not to mess it up. She pulls out a cigarette and lights it, the flash from her zippo briefly lighting the backseat. Say, just what kind of trouble did you get into on the way here, anyway? |
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| Reply by: Evza at Apr 14, '09 12:32 | |
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Lobo Chuckles. "You actually might not believe it the night has been so crazy. First I go to Tony'. Everything is right on schedule. Was picking up the package for later on. I get to his apartment and hear this huge commotion. Screaming, crashing, the works. So I ran in. Almost got my head taken off. His wife had apparently just moved from throwing pans to throwing knives. He happened to run by me just as I came through. She was screaming something about "That dirty fucking whore Isabel". Since we need him alive I caught her and attempted to pin her. Holler to Tony he was safe. Now normally I wouldn't get into a lovers quarrel. But he is the only one who knows his combination. And without that end of the deal nothing will happen tonight." "So she's still cursing and screaming and trying to dice me up now. So I knocked her out. Didn't want to have to permanently hurt her but didn't want to be sliced up either. Of all things Tony gets pissed at me for doing it. As if she wasn't just trying to murder him. He gets me the stuff anyways after checking for himself that the crazy woman will live. As I am leaving he's trying to hide all potential weaponry and muttering to himself. Trying to find a way to get out. or praying maybe." He makes a smooth left, gliding by the houses silently, few lights on at this time of night, none to notice them passing. Though it's unlikely anyone would remember this car's passing anyway. "As I walk out onto the street these four thugs come at me out of nowhere. No warning, no anything. Not even a give us your wallet. Can you believe it? Attacking me. Well, the first guy got lucky. Gotta give it to them. They hid well at least. I moved just fast enough to not get killed. After that it was short work. They wont be trying that any more." "Then as Im driving through the waterfront I see someone toss a molotov at Salvatore's shipping office. His guys start shooting back. And it kept getting worse. All over the place. Vetucci is too hotblooded. He's gonna get his whole crew whacked. Civilians have died. Cops. And worse for him... Don Corleone's youngest. Driveby. And Corleone saw who did it. Theres going to be a lot of heat on them. Just watch. It's like the entire city went crazy tonight." he looks thought ful. maybe those superstitions about the full moon aren't so off eh? Or the zookeeper just let the idiots out tonight. Thats why i was so late. Trying to avoid the worst of it. And stopped in to see Johnny. Get the news. See what he knew. He said watch out at the party. It's still on but security is through the roof with all the tension. And everyone seems to have an itchy trigger finger" |
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| Reply by: Los_Loco_Lobo at Apr 14, '09 14:23 | |
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Evza grins and blows some smoke into the air above her. Why that woman was messing about with knives when the house is full of guns I'll never know. And I guess I'll be thankful for it. And I'm glad to see you taking care of irreverent thugs like that--you know, I think they're just crazy here in Miami. Got yellow fever boiling their brains. Here, Sal's staying in this building here. As Lobo pulled the car over, the news about Corleone's son and the atmosphere at the party sank in. Oh, dear...we might have to make this quicker than I thought. I want to be out of here and on the plane before any shit we're not involved in starts going down. She takes off her robe and stashes it under the seat in front of her. Beneath is a calf-length black dress, mostly nondescript but not so plain it would stand out at the ritzy party she was going to. After washing the masque off with the lukewarm flask water, she tugs off the kerchief and begins unrolling her hair. Ev grimaces as a chunk of her already curly hair comes bouncing out in large ringlets. She taps Lobo on the shoulder and points to the building. Go run in and get Sal. He's on the third floor--well, you see where the light is on. I'll join you in a minute. |
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| Reply by: Evza at Apr 14, '09 14:39 | |
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Lobo makes it up to the third floor and knocks on the door he can see the lights are on from beneath the door, he hears voices coming from the apartment as he approaches he realizes that it's the radio playing. Lobo knocks but no answer he knocks harder still no answer. Sal is in his bedroom on the phone he is very upset when he hears a knock at his door. He knows Evza has her key and no one knows where they are staying in this city. He draws his gun and moves to the front room. He leaves the radio on and ensures he does not block the light to the peep hole in the door. He looks out of the corner of the window barely touching the shades. He can't see Evza and he has not heard any gun fire. The knock at the door is louder. Sal moves towards the door with his gun ready. Sal reaches across his body and slowly as quietly has humanly possible unlocks the door and steps back. The gentleman on the other side knocks again and then tries the door knob and the door opens. Lobo walks in calling Sal's name. As lobo walks in he turns to close the door and see Sal with a 45 pointing directly at him. Lobo yells dam Sal it's me lobo! Sal with the gun still pointed at him ask where's Evza and why are you bleeding? |
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| Reply by: Sal_Pirazzi at Apr 14, '09 21:08 | |
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Lobo trots up the extremely poorly lit stairs. Hislong strides take them two at a time, his six foot form moving with a grace and speed uncommon for a man his height and size, wanting to get this done with, wanting to get something for his arm. He's been bleeding for a couple hours now, slowly but surely. The shit hurts so he's in a bit of a tense mood by this point. "Sal. You there?" he calls, baritone voice clear as a bell after knocking several times. He starts to get a bit concerned, finger hovering over the trigger of his M1911 Colt now. The lights are on. He can see it clearly from under the poorly fitted door against his dim surroundings. He hears the radio as well. Something might be wrong. Then he hears a barely audible click, and the light from underneath the door is swallowed by shadows. The shadows a man's body makes. His shoulder length black hair rustles with the shake of his head and sub-vocalized mutter. "I don't need this shit. Figures I left the monitor in the car. This might get interesting." Stepping to the side of the door so his shadow doesn't cross the door Lobo tries the handle but does not enter immediately, waiting for the report he expects to hear with the movement. Unlocked. This is good. It'll make it that much easier. Using his right foot to kick the door in Lobo sprints through the portal, using the same foot to close the door behind him in case another assailant comes from behind. It will slow them down at least a little and helps him. He uses his momentum to launch him behind cover in one fluid movement. He gets his target on the fly, never turning his back when the move could cost him his life, stopping fire at the last time. It's Sal. He rises, M1911 now at his side, though finger still on the trigger. "Damn Sal, it's me!" He looks down. Yup. More blood. The leap and roll didn't help it at all. "She's downstairs getting cleaned up a bit. You know how she is. Hates having you see her without being at her best. Those facial cream masks make women look scary. We had to make a stop instead of meeting you later as planned due to the arm." Lobo quickly relates what has happened that night as he did to Evza, wondering why Sal is still aiming at him. "So has something changed I don't know about? You know I really dislike guns pointed at my face. Even by the few people I consider a friend. It makes my trigger finger twitchy. After the night I've already had I'm twitchy enough as it is.I'm in pain, ruined a very expensive suit, and had lowlifes that should have known better attack me.I'm sure you understand." |
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| Reply by: Los_Loco_Lobo at Apr 14, '09 22:45 | |
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Ev trots up the stairs, running a hand through her curls to arrange them properly. She paused halfway up to adjust one of her heels, gazing up to see Sal pointing a gun at Lobo. Sal, you can put the gun down. Could you get some water boiling, a needle and some catgut? We need to stitch Lobo up as quickly as possible. We're already running late, and there's some serious shit going down all around town. The party's already started and I wanna be out of here as soon as we can. |
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| Reply by: Evza at Apr 14, '09 23:07 | |
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Sorry Lobo but my wife keeps her keys on her so no one should be knocking at the door! Sorry dear I don't have the time to boil water I got business else that will ruin me if I don't attend to it immediately. Besides you a big girl now and this business you and lobo got going ain't none of my business. lobo you need to see a doctor about that wound. I know a guy that knows a guy that can help you out. Sal walks back into the bedroom and puts on his shirt and grabs his travel bag. He jumps into his roadster and heads toward the airport! |
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| Reply by: Sal_Pirazzi at Apr 14, '09 23:21 | |
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As Sal speeds off Lobo looks around the kitchen, finds a pat and puts the water on to boil. "There's no time for a friend of a friend damn it. I'm going back down to the car. I've got my kit there. figured Sal would be better at it, but I can manage myself I guess. Another scar for the collection. Unless you've been practicing of course Evza. Good thing I always keep it with me. I'll be back." He goes to the car, retrieving his other weapon as well as the medical supplies, taking some painkillers immediately. Just enough to dull the pain without impairing his senses. Once upstairs he sets the things on the kitchen table, checking the water as he pulls out what will be needed. "So who is doing this, you or I?" |
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| Reply by: Los_Loco_Lobo at Apr 15, '09 00:01 | |
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Sal gets to the Airport gate and looks at his wedding band for a fewminutes then the thought hit's him. "Shit I married that dam woman for better or worse, I told her I would never leave her shit, shit, dammit. The first f'n time my business is threatened and she needs me what the fuck and here I am off to the F'n airport. Dam! Dam! Dam! Shit I gotta call Rocco." Sal runs to a pay phone after five minutes he's agitated about turning the helm of his business over but he trust Rocco. Sal jumps back into his car and speeds off back to that hole in the wall apartment! Running through stop signs and red lights he arrives in record time. leaping out of his car with bag in tow he walks to the apartment. He heads up the stairs pisst that he has to put his business on hold; Yet at the same time proud that for once he has put someone else's problems ahead of his on. |
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| Reply by: Sal_Pirazzi at Apr 15, '09 00:41 | |
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