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Introduction
Belles vs. Valentines
P R O L O G U E
T h e _____D i s c l a i m e r…
(…For those just joining us.)
The basic concept of this RP is simple. Two mafias. The Belles, and the Valentines. Detailed descriptions of each are underneath the story in this post. They’re in a perpetual feud, and neither side can ever seem to win. You, and your fellow RPers can make it as complex and as detailed as you wish. There are webs of connections, enemies, rivals, friends and lovers, and that is what keeps this RP going. Mostly I want fighting, and romance, and all that lovely crap the two teens (Daughter of the Belles, and the Son of the Valentines) Should catch each other eye, hence where a lot of fighting comes into the Rp, because they are suppose to be enemies so yeah make this interesting.
T h e _____S t o r y…
(…s**t you need to know.)
Two mafias that were once infamous in California have relocated recently. The reasons were many, and different for each family. The Belles left first, lead by their Don, Stacatto. In the following months, the remaining Belles found themselves bouncing from city to city, looking for just the right place to set up a new reign. Finally, they settled in the city of Verona, a city that very recently sprang up in the mountainous region of Vermont. It was nearly a year later when the more stubborn Valentines followed their Don, Nikki, out of California to a more successful, up and coming city. By the time the Valentines arrived in Verona, the Belles had already made a name for themselves, successfully pushing out most of the smaller crime syndicates that had occupied the city. It didn’t take long for the feud between them and the Valentines to start up again, and even make its beginnings present in the press.
Currently, the Belles reside in a huge mansion on the outskirts of the city, overlooking the skyline, from above, against the bottom edge of a nearby mountain. It’s rather spacious for the number of Belles that choose to occupy it. It is surrounded in the newest technology of “invisible shock fences,” as well as the more old fashioned, austere black latticework fence. The Valentines occupy a decent sized three-story penthouse downtown, above an upscale hotel and casino, accessible only by a private elevator with fingerprint access. The living there is cramped, for a group so used to so much space, and a little closer to the action than anyone really wanted. On both sides, life in Verona is going to have to take some getting used to.
T h e _____M a f i a s…
(…Each has a different attitude. Choose wisely.)
… b e l l e s …
The Belles are a throwback to the twenties mobsters. They have a code of ethics when it comes to “the family,” and they’re very proud and are concerned with loyalty, above all else. The style of the Belles is elegant and lavish. The living space of the Belles is always filled to the brim with white suede couches, blue velvet draperies, and dark mahogany floors. They live an opulent life, but are quietly as exclusive as the Valentines, if not, more. The higher ups in the Belles are more likely to bribe than to threaten. Also, the Belles are more of a hierarchy than a dictatorship; sure, the don has the final say in everything, but the Capos, and Underboss are all active conspirators. This can be seen as a weakness at times, when a decision cannot be reached, and they wait too long for the perfect moment. The Belles are known for being sly, cunning, and quick, and are not usually involved with full scale, head on attacks. Perhaps because of this, the Belles’ forces generally are not as strong in skills and techniques of battle, and between an average Valentine soldier, and an average Belles soldier, in a “fair fight,” the Belle would most likely lose. That is what separates the Belles from the Valentines though: rarely do they ever play fair. The Belles Don has a daughter that the Mafia members are to look after and protect since she takes over when he is away, but she is also a trouble maker, making most of the Mafia member's lives hard, be it male or female.
… v a l e n t i n e s …
The Valentines are a more modern kind of mafia. They are loosely connected to loyalties, and “the family,” at least enough to be able to separate themselves from the gangs. There is no code of ethics in the Valentines though, not when dealing with each other, or with anyone else. There is one rule. Listen to the Don. The Valentines are very much a dictatorship, but because of this, they are often seen as impulsive, as they follow whatever rash decisions the Don makes. The Valentines live in sleek, modern simplicity. Their living space is always filled with mirrored glass windows, black marble floors, and crimson wall accents. They give off the most exclusive air, out of the two mafias, and they are more likely to threaten than to bribe. The Valentines rely on scare tactics, direct violence, and torture to achieve their means. They are very good at what they do, but the weakness of this is that the decisions that the Valentines make are often irreversible. They represent the brawn, to the Belles’ brains, but are perseverant in their attempts to outsmart the other mafia. Training is much more focused, and if someone seems to not be strong enough to stay, they are discarded, brutally. To the Valentines, survivors are dangerous: They don’t take prisoners. Their boss has a son, the same age as the Belles daughter, he is very sneaky, usually getting out of the pent house easily, passed the other.
B e l l e s___M a n s i o n
The Belle mansion is situated a few miles outside the city, to the east. It is a waterfront property on a small lake, and it overlooks the city from the base of a nearby mountain. There are various other mansions in the area, each more than a mile away from each other. The Belle mansion is gated off with a fine wrought iron fence and the finest invisible electro-defense systems available.
Front:
[x]
Grand Staircase:
[x]
Surrounding Field:
[x]
Don’s Office:
[x] [/color]
Lounge:
[x]
Bedrooms:
[x] [/color]
[x]
[x]
Kitchen:
[x]
Pool:
[x]
V a l e n t i n e___P e n t h o u s e
The Valentine penthouse is located in downtown Verona, at the top of a modern, expensive hotel and casino by the name of "The Mint," on the highest floor. The penthouse is actually 3 floors in and of itself, not counting the rooftop garden. There is an express VIP elevator in the lobby, when, once fingerprint scanned, will take any of the Valentines directly to the top.
Front:
[x]
Grand Staircase:
[x]
Garden:
[x]
Don’s Office:
[x]
Lounge:
[x]
Bedrooms:
[x]
[url=http://mocoloco.com/archives/yoo_jade_penthouse_bedroom.jpg][x][/ur]
[x]
Kitchen:
[x]
Pool:
[x]
Appearance:
и α м ε :
α ι ι ί α η с ε :
я α η k :<Underboss, Capo, Consigliere, Guard, Nurse or Soldier. I have to give you permission to be anything besides a soldier, so ask me before you write anything else.
φ ε η σ ε я :You can’t be both
α φ ε :There are no three-year-old in the Mafia, the youngest people in both mafia's should be the daughter in Belle's and Son in
Valentines, everyone else should be 21-older
б υ ί ι δ :Seriously...this is important. >>;; Yeah.
q υ ί я k ѕ :What do they do outwardly which makes them immediately recognizable?
ω ε α ρ ο η ѕ :Three weapons max for everyone besides Dons and Under bosses, if you have an image, link it
ρ ε я ѕ ο η α ι ί τ ψ :You can’t describe someone in three words. I’m looking for a good descriptions please.
б ί ο φ я α ρ π ψ :Enter Bio here, don’t make it suck, include your character’s forte, such as assassinations, arms sales, spying, bodyguard, crushes, spouses, lovers, family.....pets...etc, etc..Get creative
ο τ π ε я :Anything else you’d like
Notes: The press are mostly who interview the to Mafia's but they don't get nothing from them so they mostly stalk the Son and Daughter to get information
-Cussing and violence are very encourage, just don't go killing every single person
-Romance is strongly encouraged, No cybering (this is PG-16)
-Don’t post until I say so.
-It can be anime, or real photos, or most preferably, some of both(Like a real picture of your weapon, and a Anime picture of yourself).
-Give your characters a weakness. Please, it makes them so much more interesting.
-No Godmodding or Autohitting. This includes killing characters without people’s permission.
-Inversely, given special circumstances, I’m allowed to Godmod and/or Autohit on occasion, in the case of a "god-like character." I've only had to do this two or three times before ever, in any RP i've started. Basically, I won’t do it if you aren’t pissing people off.
-Making peace for more than a few pages is forbidden!!! The RP is about bloodthirsty killing mafias, not frolicky happy mafias riding unicorns and getting along. the only moments that should happy is when their is a couple, but even then don't go with it through the whole time
-I’m God, and I maintain the right to do whatever the Hell I want.
- I’m really not that much of a tyrant, but these rules may change, so keep an eye out.
P R O L O G U E
T h e _____D i s c l a i m e r…
(…For those just joining us.)
The basic concept of this RP is simple. Two mafias. The Belles, and the Valentines. Detailed descriptions of each are underneath the story in this post. They’re in a perpetual feud, and neither side can ever seem to win. You, and your fellow RPers can make it as complex and as detailed as you wish. There are webs of connections, enemies, rivals, friends and lovers, and that is what keeps this RP going. Mostly I want fighting, and romance, and all that lovely crap the two teens (Daughter of the Belles, and the Son of the Valentines) Should catch each other eye, hence where a lot of fighting comes into the Rp, because they are suppose to be enemies so yeah make this interesting.
T h e _____S t o r y…
(…s**t you need to know.)
Two mafias that were once infamous in California have relocated recently. The reasons were many, and different for each family. The Belles left first, lead by their Don, Stacatto. In the following months, the remaining Belles found themselves bouncing from city to city, looking for just the right place to set up a new reign. Finally, they settled in the city of Verona, a city that very recently sprang up in the mountainous region of Vermont. It was nearly a year later when the more stubborn Valentines followed their Don, Nikki, out of California to a more successful, up and coming city. By the time the Valentines arrived in Verona, the Belles had already made a name for themselves, successfully pushing out most of the smaller crime syndicates that had occupied the city. It didn’t take long for the feud between them and the Valentines to start up again, and even make its beginnings present in the press.
Currently, the Belles reside in a huge mansion on the outskirts of the city, overlooking the skyline, from above, against the bottom edge of a nearby mountain. It’s rather spacious for the number of Belles that choose to occupy it. It is surrounded in the newest technology of “invisible shock fences,” as well as the more old fashioned, austere black latticework fence. The Valentines occupy a decent sized three-story penthouse downtown, above an upscale hotel and casino, accessible only by a private elevator with fingerprint access. The living there is cramped, for a group so used to so much space, and a little closer to the action than anyone really wanted. On both sides, life in Verona is going to have to take some getting used to.
T h e _____M a f i a s…
(…Each has a different attitude. Choose wisely.)
… b e l l e s …
The Belles are a throwback to the twenties mobsters. They have a code of ethics when it comes to “the family,” and they’re very proud and are concerned with loyalty, above all else. The style of the Belles is elegant and lavish. The living space of the Belles is always filled to the brim with white suede couches, blue velvet draperies, and dark mahogany floors. They live an opulent life, but are quietly as exclusive as the Valentines, if not, more. The higher ups in the Belles are more likely to bribe than to threaten. Also, the Belles are more of a hierarchy than a dictatorship; sure, the don has the final say in everything, but the Capos, and Underboss are all active conspirators. This can be seen as a weakness at times, when a decision cannot be reached, and they wait too long for the perfect moment. The Belles are known for being sly, cunning, and quick, and are not usually involved with full scale, head on attacks. Perhaps because of this, the Belles’ forces generally are not as strong in skills and techniques of battle, and between an average Valentine soldier, and an average Belles soldier, in a “fair fight,” the Belle would most likely lose. That is what separates the Belles from the Valentines though: rarely do they ever play fair. The Belles Don has a daughter that the Mafia members are to look after and protect since she takes over when he is away, but she is also a trouble maker, making most of the Mafia member's lives hard, be it male or female.
… v a l e n t i n e s …
The Valentines are a more modern kind of mafia. They are loosely connected to loyalties, and “the family,” at least enough to be able to separate themselves from the gangs. There is no code of ethics in the Valentines though, not when dealing with each other, or with anyone else. There is one rule. Listen to the Don. The Valentines are very much a dictatorship, but because of this, they are often seen as impulsive, as they follow whatever rash decisions the Don makes. The Valentines live in sleek, modern simplicity. Their living space is always filled with mirrored glass windows, black marble floors, and crimson wall accents. They give off the most exclusive air, out of the two mafias, and they are more likely to threaten than to bribe. The Valentines rely on scare tactics, direct violence, and torture to achieve their means. They are very good at what they do, but the weakness of this is that the decisions that the Valentines make are often irreversible. They represent the brawn, to the Belles’ brains, but are perseverant in their attempts to outsmart the other mafia. Training is much more focused, and if someone seems to not be strong enough to stay, they are discarded, brutally. To the Valentines, survivors are dangerous: They don’t take prisoners. Their boss has a son, the same age as the Belles daughter, he is very sneaky, usually getting out of the pent house easily, passed the other.
B e l l e s___M a n s i o n
The Belle mansion is situated a few miles outside the city, to the east. It is a waterfront property on a small lake, and it overlooks the city from the base of a nearby mountain. There are various other mansions in the area, each more than a mile away from each other. The Belle mansion is gated off with a fine wrought iron fence and the finest invisible electro-defense systems available.
Front:
[x]
Grand Staircase:
[x]
Surrounding Field:
[x]
Don’s Office:
[x] [/color]
Lounge:
[x]
Bedrooms:
[x] [/color]
[x]
[x]
Kitchen:
[x]
Pool:
[x]
V a l e n t i n e___P e n t h o u s e
The Valentine penthouse is located in downtown Verona, at the top of a modern, expensive hotel and casino by the name of "The Mint," on the highest floor. The penthouse is actually 3 floors in and of itself, not counting the rooftop garden. There is an express VIP elevator in the lobby, when, once fingerprint scanned, will take any of the Valentines directly to the top.
Front:
[x]
Grand Staircase:
[x]
Garden:
[x]
Don’s Office:
[x]
Lounge:
[x]
Bedrooms:
[x]
[url=http://mocoloco.com/archives/yoo_jade_penthouse_bedroom.jpg][x][/ur]
[x]
Kitchen:
[x]
Pool:
[x]
Appearance:
и α м ε :
α ι ι ί α η с ε :
я α η k :<Underboss, Capo, Consigliere, Guard, Nurse or Soldier. I have to give you permission to be anything besides a soldier, so ask me before you write anything else.
φ ε η σ ε я :You can’t be both
α φ ε :There are no three-year-old in the Mafia, the youngest people in both mafia's should be the daughter in Belle's and Son in
Valentines, everyone else should be 21-older
б υ ί ι δ :Seriously...this is important. >>;; Yeah.
q υ ί я k ѕ :What do they do outwardly which makes them immediately recognizable?
ω ε α ρ ο η ѕ :Three weapons max for everyone besides Dons and Under bosses, if you have an image, link it
ρ ε я ѕ ο η α ι ί τ ψ :You can’t describe someone in three words. I’m looking for a good descriptions please.
б ί ο φ я α ρ π ψ :Enter Bio here, don’t make it suck, include your character’s forte, such as assassinations, arms sales, spying, bodyguard, crushes, spouses, lovers, family.....pets...etc, etc..Get creative
ο τ π ε я :Anything else you’d like
Notes: The press are mostly who interview the to Mafia's but they don't get nothing from them so they mostly stalk the Son and Daughter to get information
-Cussing and violence are very encourage, just don't go killing every single person
-Romance is strongly encouraged, No cybering (this is PG-16)
-Don’t post until I say so.
-It can be anime, or real photos, or most preferably, some of both(Like a real picture of your weapon, and a Anime picture of yourself).
-Give your characters a weakness. Please, it makes them so much more interesting.
-No Godmodding or Autohitting. This includes killing characters without people’s permission.
-Inversely, given special circumstances, I’m allowed to Godmod and/or Autohit on occasion, in the case of a "god-like character." I've only had to do this two or three times before ever, in any RP i've started. Basically, I won’t do it if you aren’t pissing people off.
-Making peace for more than a few pages is forbidden!!! The RP is about bloodthirsty killing mafias, not frolicky happy mafias riding unicorns and getting along. the only moments that should happy is when their is a couple, but even then don't go with it through the whole time
-I’m God, and I maintain the right to do whatever the Hell I want.
- I’m really not that much of a tyrant, but these rules may change, so keep an eye out.
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OOC Notes
Veronica walked around the mansion being bored like always, mostly being in a house full of guys all the time could get on a teenage girl's poor nerves, plus her father left again for a week this time, leaving her in charge of the others in the mansion "Where in the world is Jaffar, I need him to keep me entertained enough not to start kill and destroying things in the mansion" Veronica said to herself as she, sat in the living room and turned on the TV to some random station.
OOC Notes
Mina sneered as she made her way through the penthouse halls, glancing through the rooms and areas and becoming increasingly annoyed. "Where is that idiot Damon," she muttered to herself in anger and irritation as she looked for her younger brother. "Probably sneaked off to wherever the hell he goes..." Mina had never seen where he went when he suddenly disappeared from time to time, but she had a nagging suspicion, and there would be hell to pay if that suspicion turned out to be true. She opened the door into the entertainment room, and saw two soldiers, still wearing patrol gear and with automatic weapons slung over their backs, playing pool. They stood straight at her entrance. "Er...Miss Valentine...we..."
"You're supposed to be on patrol for the next two hours," she snarled at them. "Get back out there. I'll deal with you two later."
The two soldiers swallowed nervously and made their way out of the room, clearly not looking forward to it. When Mina dealt with 'undisciplined weaklings' she would do whatever was needed to whip them into soldiers worthy of serving the Valentine family. "Now back to that idiot Damon...."
"You're supposed to be on patrol for the next two hours," she snarled at them. "Get back out there. I'll deal with you two later."
The two soldiers swallowed nervously and made their way out of the room, clearly not looking forward to it. When Mina dealt with 'undisciplined weaklings' she would do whatever was needed to whip them into soldiers worthy of serving the Valentine family. "Now back to that idiot Damon...."
OOC Notes
Damon walked around the casino already knowing he was in deep shit when his sister found out he disappeared, but who really cares about what she did. "Hello, Mr. Valentine, nice evening" A older man said, he usually ran the Place on Saturday nights, and gave Damon a easy way out of the penthouse, so he can try to sneak out to the Belles mansion, just to see if he can catch a small glimpse of Veronica "You going out again, Mr. Valentine?" The man asked following, Damon, "Yep you know the drill, if anyone comes down looking for me tell them I went out with a few friends, and will be back later" Damon said walking out of the casino quickly, and got into his car to drive off.
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Mina walked down to the casino--usually the last place she would look. As she walked down, she looked around for the familiar face of her brother, but saw only a bunch of gamblers busy losing their money. Mina had nothing but disdain and contempt for gamblers and casino-goers, but now was not the time for that; glancing at the door, she saw it swing shut, and the briefest glance of the person walking through it. "So that's where he was..." she snarled under her breath as she made her way to the door quickly. The proprieter of the casino stepped quickly beside her and said, bowing deeply, "Miss Valentine, what can I do for you?"
"Nothing," her forceful voice, easily giving the impression that this man was not about to hold her back, cowed the man easily, and he stood aside without another word, eyeing the revolver at her belt apprehensively. She walked through the door and saw her brother's car drive off; she entered her own car quickly and made to follow him. If he really was going to see a few friends, he wouldn't mind his dear sister--who probably scared his dear little friends shitless--following him a bit. She smirked bitterly at the thought; they had gotten along well in their childhood, when she had wanted nothing to do with the criminal world....but much had changed since then.
"Nothing," her forceful voice, easily giving the impression that this man was not about to hold her back, cowed the man easily, and he stood aside without another word, eyeing the revolver at her belt apprehensively. She walked through the door and saw her brother's car drive off; she entered her own car quickly and made to follow him. If he really was going to see a few friends, he wouldn't mind his dear sister--who probably scared his dear little friends shitless--following him a bit. She smirked bitterly at the thought; they had gotten along well in their childhood, when she had wanted nothing to do with the criminal world....but much had changed since then.
OOC Notes
Jaffar groaned, the sound muffled by his motorcycle, as it roared down the californian backroad. The day was sunny, and the weather was temperate, instead of the typical blazing heat. He enjoyed the weather...but right now was not the time to get lost in trivalties and the world. He had a meeting going down. The he revved the engine of his bike, and sped ahead, kicking up dust and gravel on the old road to the Belles mannor. He looked down to the motorcycle's sidecar, four and five steel briefcases stacked up on a dufflebag in the vehicle. His payload for today... the Belles Don knew that he was good for his word, and was expecting this shipment for a while. But his patience was rewarded....
As Jaffar pulled up to the gates of the Belles' Estate, he slowed down. He pressed the button on the intercom system, that lead up to the house. A gruff voice buzzed over the speaker.
"Who is it?" The rather disgruntled voice called.
"Frotto. Got da heat ya been wantin'." Jaffar said, smirking.
"'Bout time, Frotto." The voice replied. The gates began to open electronically, slowly creaking open. Jaffar pulled the throttle on his chopper, and drove towards the estate, parking it lightly beside the garden, jarring his kickstand down with his foot. He dismounted, and pulled his goggles from his eyes, and rested them on top of his head. Her grinned as he threw the strap of the dufflebag around his shoulder, tucking a briefcase under his arm, and taking two in each hand, he walked towards the front door. He pressed his bent wrist to the doorbell, and waited for the door to be answered. A man greeted him at the door, and allowed him in the nice house.
He would walk up the impressive grand staircase, his fleet feet moving quickly and carefully, not wanting to trigger his shoe knife. He would keep walking untill he got to the don's office, stepping onto the plush white carpet. He smirked as his shoes stopped clicking on the hard floor, and instead made no noise on the soft flooring. When he entered the Don's office, he didn't see the Don, but instead one of his underboss- type fellows. The man would nod, and grin, helping Jaffar with his luggage. He would set all of the cases down on the table, and the dufflebag floor.
"Alright boys. First item we got here for ya is the Ingram Mac 10. I've brought you five of 'em. Some of the the best compact submachine guns in da world right now. Or at least non-militaristic ones. Lightweight, easy ta weild, thirty round clip, .45 ACP rounds. Dis is a handheld bullet hose." Jaffar said. "I've brought ya about fifteen. Five in da cases, ten in da dufflebag. Make due with what you can. I know we're workin' on limited ability here." He said.
"Well. These guns are pretty simple, low maintainence, and easy to use. Your boys shouldn't have a bit of trouble using 'em. By your leave!" He offered a handshake to the don, knowing that his next due was tommorow...and yet he still had two more gifts to give....but to one person.
Jaffar would grin, as he walked out of the Don's Office, and hurriedly trun down the stairs. His shoes would resume their clatter as he almost jogged down the stairs, smirking as he came unto the room where Rose sat and watched TV.
He cleared his voice, and spoke. "Hey, you. Yeah, you, da one mopin' 'round on da couch. You gonna say 'ello?"
As Jaffar pulled up to the gates of the Belles' Estate, he slowed down. He pressed the button on the intercom system, that lead up to the house. A gruff voice buzzed over the speaker.
"Who is it?" The rather disgruntled voice called.
"Frotto. Got da heat ya been wantin'." Jaffar said, smirking.
"'Bout time, Frotto." The voice replied. The gates began to open electronically, slowly creaking open. Jaffar pulled the throttle on his chopper, and drove towards the estate, parking it lightly beside the garden, jarring his kickstand down with his foot. He dismounted, and pulled his goggles from his eyes, and rested them on top of his head. Her grinned as he threw the strap of the dufflebag around his shoulder, tucking a briefcase under his arm, and taking two in each hand, he walked towards the front door. He pressed his bent wrist to the doorbell, and waited for the door to be answered. A man greeted him at the door, and allowed him in the nice house.
He would walk up the impressive grand staircase, his fleet feet moving quickly and carefully, not wanting to trigger his shoe knife. He would keep walking untill he got to the don's office, stepping onto the plush white carpet. He smirked as his shoes stopped clicking on the hard floor, and instead made no noise on the soft flooring. When he entered the Don's office, he didn't see the Don, but instead one of his underboss- type fellows. The man would nod, and grin, helping Jaffar with his luggage. He would set all of the cases down on the table, and the dufflebag floor.
"Alright boys. First item we got here for ya is the Ingram Mac 10. I've brought you five of 'em. Some of the the best compact submachine guns in da world right now. Or at least non-militaristic ones. Lightweight, easy ta weild, thirty round clip, .45 ACP rounds. Dis is a handheld bullet hose." Jaffar said. "I've brought ya about fifteen. Five in da cases, ten in da dufflebag. Make due with what you can. I know we're workin' on limited ability here." He said.
"Well. These guns are pretty simple, low maintainence, and easy to use. Your boys shouldn't have a bit of trouble using 'em. By your leave!" He offered a handshake to the don, knowing that his next due was tommorow...and yet he still had two more gifts to give....but to one person.
Jaffar would grin, as he walked out of the Don's Office, and hurriedly trun down the stairs. His shoes would resume their clatter as he almost jogged down the stairs, smirking as he came unto the room where Rose sat and watched TV.
He cleared his voice, and spoke. "Hey, you. Yeah, you, da one mopin' 'round on da couch. You gonna say 'ello?"
OOC Notes
Damon looked in the mirror of his car and saw his sister's car "Shit" He mumbled to himself and stopped the car quickly, getting out of it "What the hell are you doing following me?" He said looking at his sister's car, still pissed at the fact he caught on to him "Can't I hangout with my friends with out a girl tagging along with me, good your a pain in the ass sometimes, Mina" Damon ran his fingers through his hair, not remembering that he was completely in the opposite direction of his friends house "Why don't you go back to the pent house and call some friends to hang out with because I don't need my big sister tagging along with me and the guys" Damon got back into his car and started it back up going in the same direction he was going, mumbling curse words under his breath as he made his way closer to the Belle's Mansion.
OOC Notes
Mina swept out of her car and walked over to Damon, her cold stone eyes glaring back into his as he spoke. "That's all BS and you know it," she hissed as she approached him. "Because the only thing that way is the Belle Mansion." She sneered at him. "You've got new friends now, have you? Friends amongst those filthy murdering scum?" For a moment, she lost her cool, and her last sentence was in a furious snarl. She shook her head as he returned to his car, and watched him speed back towards the Belle Mansion. "You idiot...you're just going to end up hurt." She growled, as if he could hear her even from there. She got back into her car, but did not follow Damon. "You'll see what happens when you fall in with a bunch of murderers like those bastards..." She drove back to the penthouse, still fuming, her hand on the grip of her revolver as if she wanted to just flip it out and blast whatever was in front of her. Instead, she merely made her way back into the penthouse, and sat in one of the rooms, her arms crossed. Giving Damon hell for his stupidity could wait until he came back; the last thing she wanted was to end up having a shootout with her own brother.
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Veronica looked Jaffar with a bored look "Ello govern" She said in a British accent, she stood up off the couch and walked over to him "I am not moping, I am bored, in this damn mansion, you brought me anything sweet while you was out?" Veronica asked pushing her hair passed her face and behind her ear "You better have or your going to be sorry" She continued taking a ponytail holder from her wrist and putting her brown hair up , but still her bangs fell in her face slightly "Maybe I should cut my hair, What do you think, Jaffar, Should I?" She added walking into the kitchen to grab an apple to snake on. She listened to hear her father walk down the stairs with a bag in his hand "Okay, Veronica take care of the mansion, and Jaffar don't let her kill of the Mafia members, okay?" The boss said "Yeah sure daddy, I will take good care of the mansion....maybe" Veronica said hugging her father and backing away, letting him walk off to their limo "Bye daddy, bring me back something" Veronica said laughing slightly.
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Damon rolled his eyes and turned back around "Dammit, Mina, you really know how to piss me off huh?" He said to himself not even bothering to go to the Belle's Mansion tonight, maybe later tomorrow. Damon could see his sisters car driving, and stepped on the gas to get back to the penthouse after her.
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Dani watched from the front seat of his car as Mina sped back, a small smirk on his lips as he blew out a puff of smoke. Taking a quick glance at the clock, the male pushed open his door, grabbed another pack of cigarettes from his stash, and, shoving them in his pockets, locked the car and pressed his fingers to his lips, tapping the hood of the machine as he walked around it. He completely ignored the people in the lobby as he passed, and they ignored his smoking. One of the past managers had once "politely" asked him to put the cancer stick out... Let's just say, it didn't matter anymore, now that they didn't mess with him. He rolled his finger along the pass box as the elevator started to ascend, soon opening to the penthouse.
Limply, he raised a hand to wave at the few people who greeted him, smashing his cigarette into a bucket of sand near the door before getting a new one, lighting it as he continued down to the halls. Ah~ There she was! He thought, swiftly turning around and door frame and leaning against it, looking through his sunglasses to the pouting Mina. "What's got you in a bump? I saw you following after your brother like that." Dani sighed, lips in a smirk as a puff of smoke escaped his lips, the addiction hanging between the fingers of his hand. "No need for a pretty face like your's to look all pissed~"
Limply, he raised a hand to wave at the few people who greeted him, smashing his cigarette into a bucket of sand near the door before getting a new one, lighting it as he continued down to the halls. Ah~ There she was! He thought, swiftly turning around and door frame and leaning against it, looking through his sunglasses to the pouting Mina. "What's got you in a bump? I saw you following after your brother like that." Dani sighed, lips in a smirk as a puff of smoke escaped his lips, the addiction hanging between the fingers of his hand. "No need for a pretty face like your's to look all pissed~"
OOC Notes
Mina glared up at the newcomer, recognising him instantly: Dani Havoc, if she remembered correctly. She hadn't really spoken or gotten to know him--but then, who in the Valentines besides her direct family could have claimed to really have gotten to know Mina? In direct contrast, most of the Valentine's soldiers were downright intimidated by her; she had a reputation for severity, and whipping those she felt needed it into shape using whatever methods were required. Those few who were not intimidated--her family, for example--knew that she preferred to be left alone anyway. Dani Havoc clearly fell into neither of those categories.
"What's got me in a bump is that idiot is probably going around with some of the Belles..." her face went from angry to the usual stoic, expressionless, blank slate. What she had said was partially the truth, but she suspected there was more--specifically, to do with the Belle's daughter. "And this face isn't pretty, it's the face of someone whose life is the family." She couldn't stand when people called her beautiful, even if perhaps they were correct.
"What's got me in a bump is that idiot is probably going around with some of the Belles..." her face went from angry to the usual stoic, expressionless, blank slate. What she had said was partially the truth, but she suspected there was more--specifically, to do with the Belle's daughter. "And this face isn't pretty, it's the face of someone whose life is the family." She couldn't stand when people called her beautiful, even if perhaps they were correct.
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When she got there she saw her walk up, with the Mafia's own stalker. Damon laughed slightly and parked the car beside his sister's and father's and started to head up to the penthouse. When he got there he saw his sister "Hey Mimi, don't worry I didn't go I turned back around and came back here" Damon said sitting on the couch. He acted as if Dani wasn't really there, since Damon barely ever really cared about anyone else other then his job, friends, or family. Since he didn't know Dani he was nowhere close to either place, other then the Don's Spy and thief "Okay I'm wait Mina, I want to get this damn lecture over with, so lets get this started shall we?" Damon finished pushing his hair out of his face.
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Jaffar grinned as Rose would walk over to him, and stand in front of her. He would give her a slight hug, and his grin turned into a soft smile. "What kinda person would I be if I DIDN'T bring ya something? You know, jus' like your Daddy, Frottos' are trustworthy." He said wickedly. He would unzip his leather jacket, and pull a rather slim giftbox from it's pocket. He handed her the gift, decorated with orange wrapping paper and a white bow. "Now listen 'ere. I know you're not one for violence. But you're da Don's daughter. Ain't nothin you can say tha'll disuade someone from kidnappin' ya if dey're real determined. So promise me, that'cha goin' ta at least learn ta use this thing, eh?" He said. When Veronica would open the gift, inside was the most beautiful handgun one could lay eyes on. Polished black steel, with ivory handles, carefully engraved with regal patterns. It looked as it was made for nobility.
"Now. Like I said. You don't have ta like it. Jus' protect yourself with it, huh?" He said, reaching back into his leather jacket. His voice got much, much softer, almost a whisper."And THIS. Boy back in Brooklyn owes me a few favors. By luck, 'e works on these invisable electric fence grids. These are the instructions how to deactivate the fence grid without powering it down." he said pulling out a thick envelope, and offering it to her. "And if anyone asks: You printed these off, got it?" He said, giving her another hug.
"So. What of your little friend, huh? Noone dropped a dime on you two yet?" He whispered quietly.
"Now. Like I said. You don't have ta like it. Jus' protect yourself with it, huh?" He said, reaching back into his leather jacket. His voice got much, much softer, almost a whisper."And THIS. Boy back in Brooklyn owes me a few favors. By luck, 'e works on these invisable electric fence grids. These are the instructions how to deactivate the fence grid without powering it down." he said pulling out a thick envelope, and offering it to her. "And if anyone asks: You printed these off, got it?" He said, giving her another hug.
"So. What of your little friend, huh? Noone dropped a dime on you two yet?" He whispered quietly.
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Dani shrugged off the wall, chuckling as he walking over to Mina, leaning down slightly, eyes flashing behind those glistening glasses. "Hn~ Well, I could always be on his trail-" However, groaning, Dani stood upright as he heard the kid (to him) rush into the room. With a sigh, he merely stood beside his sitting superior, placing his cigarette back to his lips before leaning against the chair, mouth in a line. Damn... Well ,that didn't get very far... But, at least he was able to talk to her. There's a plus... But, Havoc had to be respectful. After all, this was the boss' son... Take a shot at him or even talk back to the kid, and he could probably be guaranteed a bit of pain... Ah, well..." So, he just stood there, puffing his cancer stick and glaring, unseen, behind the reflective lens'.
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Mina turned at Damon's arrival, and her emotionless frown remained as he sat on the couch next to her, apparently ignoring Dani Havoc. It was true that, as Mina was the Don's daughter, Dani was technically far below her station, but Mina had always held the belief that even the 'lowly' soldiers were necessary to the Valentines. That said, she still treated them like she treated anyone else but her father; with cold contempt.
"Do you mind? I'm talking here." She shook her head, and continued. "Lecture?" she hissed, her eyes narrowing on him. "Lecture? Do you think this is some kind of stupid game? Do you think it's funny to go out hanging out with a bunch of spineless murderers like the Belles? You know how you're going to end up; in pain. I don't know if this has something to do with that Belle girl, that Veronica Belle, and if so, then all the worse."
"Do you mind? I'm talking here." She shook her head, and continued. "Lecture?" she hissed, her eyes narrowing on him. "Lecture? Do you think this is some kind of stupid game? Do you think it's funny to go out hanging out with a bunch of spineless murderers like the Belles? You know how you're going to end up; in pain. I don't know if this has something to do with that Belle girl, that Veronica Belle, and if so, then all the worse."
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Veronica looked at the gun for a moment and smiled "Thanks I so love these gifts, Jaffar, and what do you mean I'm not much for violence, I've learned how to use a gun when I was 7 years old, and shot people already it isn't anything new to me" Veronica said with a small giggle she opened the envelope and looked at the directions "These can come in handy" Veronica continued to smile, her smile and smirks was mostly her signature look, that is what she always had, unless it was really time to be serious and then she would be. She ran up the stairs to her room to put her gifts away and ran back down "Thanks, for the gifts again, Jaffar I will be using the direction later on tonight, and if you tell anyone my plans I will have to tell them who gave them to me" Veronica walked passed him, when she heard the phone ring in the office "Hello Belle residence. Veronica Belle speaking" She said politely on the phone "No I'm sorry he left about 30 minutes ago, I can take a message though" She took out a pen and pad and started to write down the message "Yes I will bye" Veronica hung up the phone and looked at the note, that said dinner next Monday and 7:30 "Daddy has a date, I think" She said showing the note to Jaffar.
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Damon moved away from his sister a little bit seeing that she was very pissed off at the moment "Well I just figured that you was going to give me a lecture since you usually give me one when I really screw up. Anyways it doesn't has anything to do with her, I just heard that their Don was leaving for a week, one of my bud's parents are friends with them, and they told him, and he told me, so I wanted to go see if it was true, for myself" Damon said trying to think of something quick but also keeping his cool was hard to do "I'm sorry if I made you pissed, like I said I wanted to see if he was really gone, so that way we could try and get him out of there....anyway his daughter would probably be nothing more to me then a maid" He continued rolling his eyes slightly "So don't worry I'm not turning on our family, Sis"
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"You expect me to believe you were going to go to the Belle Mansion, with its little electric fences and such, just to go to see if their don really has left? I think there's more to it than that..." her voice was deadly calm. "...I think you saw an opportunity to go to see their little girl while their don was out...and you may say that's not right, but I've been hearing things out of a lot of the family lately, and what I've been hearing supports that theory." She sneered a bit at Damon's style of speaking; Mina herself believed that keeping her grammar and structure in form was important, and she had a strange accent that could not be placed.
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Damon looked at his sister and stood "What they hell have you been hearing from the family!?" Damon shouted, getting tired of just thinking that the family was talking about him behind his back Some family this can be sometimes He thought to himself as he moved over to the living room window that over looked the city "I think you all try to snoop around in my business way to much, and it is to the major point of you guys not knowing what they hell your talking about" Damon finished letting his anger get the best of him causing him to pick up and flower vase and throw it against the wall and started cussing in a different language.
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Mina remained calm and hardly moved as Damon raged and threw the vase. "By all means, continue your childish tantrum," she said in a very unimpressed voice. "And the reason the family tries to snoop around in your business way too much, is because they actually give a damn about you and your safety." She deliberately avoided using the term we rather than they. "The last thing we need is you getting involved with the Belles and complicating matters around here even further." She turned back to Dani. "I apologise for his behaviour, which is truly unfitting for the son of the don of the Valentines."
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Dani tried to bite back a small chuckle. So that was where that br- boy kept running off to... His lips curled back up in their usual smirk as he watched through his glasses, cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth as he leaned against the sofa. Yes, there were many things he could say right now to make the situation that much worse... Such as, how many times the boy had really been leaving the penthouse, what times he did, and for how long. And now the little kiddie seemed to have had enough. Aww~ Poor child. The chuckle came out slightly as he blew a puff of smoke over his shoulder before replacing the cancer stick between his lips.
Turning back to the brother and sister, his lips broke into a smile as he spoke. "No problem, babe." His tall form doubled over, eyes glued on the ranting son and he whispered. "I also have some information you might be interested in, beautiful~" before quickly straighting and puffing out a ring of smoke, watching as it floated to the ceiling and broke, disappearing.
Turning back to the brother and sister, his lips broke into a smile as he spoke. "No problem, babe." His tall form doubled over, eyes glued on the ranting son and he whispered. "I also have some information you might be interested in, beautiful~" before quickly straighting and puffing out a ring of smoke, watching as it floated to the ceiling and broke, disappearing.
OOC Notes
"Who gives a shit, about my behavior. He shouldn't even care how I act he is just a hired Spy and thief" Damon said getting pissed off that Dani was even here still. He stormed off back up to his room and slammed his door shut "God, we don't even really know if they are as bad as we say they are" Damon said walking over to his computer and turning it on Damn, that person hasn't replied yet Damon thought to himself, he had started to talk to someone on the computer for about a month and a half, the thing is though she only came on at certain times of the day "She isn't on yet, I will try later" He said laying down in his bed and going to sleep.
OOC Notes
Mina shook her head. "How pitiful," she muttered as Damon resumed his raging and stamped off. She turned back to Dani, a distasteful expression on her face at how he addressed her--the 'beautiful' and 'babe' thing. She typically didn't care that much, but if the don Valentine himself had heard Dani speak to his daughter thusly he probably would have had him shot. "Oh? Information?" she repeated, an eyebrow raised in suspicion. "Well? Go on with it, with your 'information'."
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Re: [OOC] La Cosa Nostra
Well I will let the RP start since I have the Son and Daughter and plenty of people to start out with, If anyone joins I will look at their profile like always and then reject or approve, and I will try to help them jump into the RP.
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