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| Speak easy.hit hard (open RP) | Started by: Carlotta_Steele on Jun 01, '09 01:51 |
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Carlotta_Steele stepped off of the bus that had brought her to this side of the Windy city. To her dismay, the place she was coming to find was boarded over. A black ribbon still hung in the window, and a few prayer cards had been wedged in the doorway told her what she didn't want to hear. Kittie was gone. She'd spent most of the last couple months on the Lam, unable to be sure how much of her Husband's network could be trusted. Carlotta walked down the street and saw the small speakeasy at the end of the block. She hoped that the network her husband had was still trustworthy because her only choice left was to risk it all and tip her hand. She walked over to the man guarding the door, and in an even voice, steadier than she thought it would be, she simply said, "Steele Sent me." The man nodded and stepped out of her way as he held the door for her. As usual, the attention turned her way once the password had gotten aroud. This was one of Steele's people, an underworld legend. Now, she just had to hope that her name had any ability to save her. "Scotch if you have any good." She saw by the look on his face he was about to protest, but one hard, cold look from her stopped the protest. He handed her the glass with a smile. She did sip it though instead of belting it down. She wanted the firey liquid to take out her problems, and make her comfortably numb in hopes she'd sleep for the first time in ages, but she didn't think she could affoard to get plastered. She sat down at one of the tables, hoping that whoever was going to come would come soon. For good or ill, she had played her cards. |
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Schizo sat at the bar, taking a shot of some strong 'shine. Getting the warming feeling in his stomach and the burning of his face, he turned around in his stool, observing the room. Identifying a semi-familiar face, he smiled at Carlotta and greeted her with a nod/bob of the head. |
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| Reply by: Schizophrenic at Jun 04, '09 05:55 | |
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| A tall skinny man, with a black suit and a finely trimmed beard, stepped out from the shadows, he was intrigued by this "Carlotta" woman, he thought he would wait a while before approaching her. to see what would pan out. | |
| Reply by: Alfonse_Gangitano at Jun 04, '09 06:26 | |
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The men entered the kitchen, where Brick was working on some new recipes. They kept their voices low, and explained the situation. Brick looked up from what he was doing, and toward the door into the restaurant. He motioned for some of his guys to finish what he was doing and made his way to the sink to wash his hands. Are you sure it's her? His tone was significantly louder, making sure his men could hear him over the running water. When they acknowledged they were sure, Bruck nodded and dried his hands. Then I guess I should go talk to her. He pushed his way through the door and into the restaurant and toward Carlotta_Steele. He extended his hand but kept his distance. Mrs. Steele? Carlotta? Is that you? It had been years since he'd seen her. He could barely recognize her, but when he stared into those eyes, he knew it was her. Where have you been? |
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| Reply by: Brick_Pollitt at Jun 04, '09 10:12 | |
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| Duke was furious he had been trying to get into the club for hours. The Bouncer told me to just go home becasue even if i got the password right he wouldn't let me in. So i guess i will wait for Carlotta to come out so i can have a chat with her. Duke leans up against the brick wall and lights up his cigar. | |
| Reply by: duke5078 at Jun 04, '09 11:50 | |
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| Schizo stays seated at the bar and lights up a cigar, relaxing and enjoying himself. After smoking for a few minutes, he orders a beer to pass the time. | |
| Reply by: Schizophrenic at Jun 04, '09 12:59 | |
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Carlotta looks up at Brick. The hazy memory of the man she had known when she was so much younger began to form. She saw the nice clothes, and realized that Fate had been better to him than it had been to her. "Mr Pollitt.." She wasn't quite sure what title he held, but she knew he was important. "I am afraid I have bad news. She played with the drink in her hand for a moment trying to decide how best to say what she had to say. "I have been trying to run my Husband's empire, but Mr Steele.. My husband..." She took a sip of her drink and then tried again in a soft voice, "Il mio marito andato, denunciato da uno dei suoi propri." "Afterword, I tried to find Kittie, she had told us to come to the Cafe if I ever needed help, that she would be there for me, but I find the cafe boarded up, ribbons on the door, they tell me Kittie is dead. So I decided that I would risk using my Husband's name. There are those who still want to kill me." |
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| Reply by: Carlotta_Steele at Jun 04, '09 23:25 | |
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