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Rosalinda Romero

Trust fund baby and fianc?? of Chicago Cop Julian Ortiz

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a character in “The Black City”, as played by RPGRosa

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Full Name: Rosalinda Romero
Nicknames: Rosa
Age: 21
Home Town: Chicago, IL
Occupation: Bartender/Freelance Photographer


Personality:

Rosalinda always had loved secrets. As a child, her and her brother, who although ten years her senior was mentally handicap so he was on the same social level as herself, iwould exchange silly secrets and giggle maniacally. She didn't remember much of a childhood, but what she did remember was nice. Rosa had to grown up at a young age. After her parents and brother died her Tia offered to take care of her, using the girl as a paycheck to buy more booze and pills. While her Tia laid out on the couch wasted, her son would sneak into Rosa's room and make her do horrible things. Eventually Rosa told her sister, who stayed in a foster family one town over and took the bus to see Rosa once a week. Rosa had become more withdrawn and silent, so her sister knew something was going on and eventually drew it out of her sister. Rosa was removed immediately and placed in the same home as her sister, Mackenzie. Once Mackenzie was of age, she got custody of Rosa once Rosa was 11 and herself 19. Although her sister meant well, Rosa didn't do that much better with her sister raising her. Most days she was left starving, and without any supervision. Rosa was conviced her sister had began to do drugs, due to rapid weight loss and a constant glazed expression. However Rosa knew she was only 12 and did not want to end up in a home again. At grade 7, Rosa signed up for a scholarship offered by the City of Chicago for underprivileged kids that sent them to boarding schools across the country. Rosa tested with excellent scores, choosing a school only a couple hours away for middle school. Once she was in high school she transferred to a boarding school in California and finished all four years there.


Although Rosa had slight behavior issues through middle school, back talking and truancy mostly, Rosa was generally a good student. Her teachers called her an over achieving slacker. Her grades were good, but Rosa could do so much more if she applied herself, which she never did. When it came to college she had scholarships lined up but she didn't go. It didn't seem like the right thing at the time. Rosa returned to Chicago, back to the house that her sister stayed in.

ImageUpon her return she found out a few things, her sister had become a belligerent drunk and meth addict, the house was up for tax sales and there was a large trust fund with her name on it waiting to be collected. Life seemed to move so fast after that. Her sister was put into rehab, Rosa used her money to buy the house from the bank and invested half of it while putting the other half in the bank account. She did kind of go crazy, updating her wardrobe and buying fancy gadgets, throwing lush parties. However the more people she let into her life, the more drama she found herself in. After being mugged twice, robbed three times and almost raped once, Rosa has learned not to trust anyone, except Jortiz

Rosa had never found someone that held her fancy for so long. Constantly she had always gotten bored with someone after a few dates/hook ups, but something about him kept him always on her mind. Julian is truly the reason she wakes up in the morning. He is the reason her smile is so uninhibited and the reason she finally feels comfortable being herself.

Commonly when people first meet her, they think she is a sweetheart. All smiles and giggles, Rosa gives off the free spirited and bubbly kind of vibe. A lot of people think they can easily take advantage of the girl, but her bold ways and loud mouth makes sure to let others know they aren't one they'd like to cross. Her father was a Latin King from south side, her mother had been a Nurse at a clinic. Her parents were huge worriers, so after Mackenzie was born they immediately took out life insurance. When Rosa and her family got into an accident that fateful day, Rosa remembers her father yelling about the brakes being cut.

After that, her memory was a haze, living with her Tia she seemed to forget a lot. Therapist say its because the mind reacts in a way to benefit you the best. Once she was living with her sister, atleast she wasn't being beaten or sexually abused.
Rosa doesn't let many people know about her situation, most of the time she tells people that her and Julian rent the townhouse they live in and that they often struggle with money, although that's hardly the case. She has a sweet voice and cute quirks as she speaks. She is prone to come off as girly or prissy, most of the time she gets called 'cute' or 'adorable'. Rosa doesn't really look for approval from anyone, and sometimes her and Julian have problems because she sometimes makes him feel like his opinions and thoughts are pointless. Having been independent for so long, she does struggle having to look at the partnership of them both and how far it stretches into her life.


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History:
Rosa doesn't like bringing up her past. She has a fear that people would think she was asking for their pity, making up stories so they'd feel had for her. Rosalinda does go out of her way to keep an upbeat attitude and is often described as free spirited and warm hearted. It often comes as a shock to people when they do get wind of her hardships. Rosa's parents were very loving, but very unprepared to have kids. Although Rosa would of course want her parents back, she has accepted her past as a part of who she is to become. Living with her Aunt wasn't so bad, she forgot most of it. Atleast she would eat there. When she was living with her sister she often went to school with a growling stomach and a sour mood.

When boarding school provided an escape, Rosa regretted her choice shortly after making it. Due to eye catching scores and CHARITY written all over her case file, Rosa was taken into most schools as a pet project. The girl aced most classes, if not she surely got a B- save for a C in Physics. Yet all teachers had the same problem- homework. Rosa would excel in exams and projects and in class work, but half the time never finished her homework. An overachieving slacker, her teachers took a particular interest in her. At a young age, Rosa always felt a weight on her shoulders that she had to BE somebody because everyone else said so. Because she couldn't let all her potential flush down the drain. As she transferred to California, Rosa became overwhelmed with issues back home and the pressure to set her path so soon. Her freshman year she still did well in class, but began to withdraw into her own shell. She began to feel depressed and conflicted, angry at the world around her.
Image Gradually she began snapping at the authority figures around her, verbally lashing out at those who were only trying to help her. Into her Sophmore year Rosa had totally excluded herself from others. Most of her time was spent journaling and taking photos. Around her 16th birthday she cut for the first time. When she was younger she used to make fun of cutters, but in that moment she understood.
It went on into her junior year, and by her senior year she began seeing a therapist and had stopped cutting- although she still hadn't told a soul. Her upper thighs has a slew of scars, truly ugly as some are scars on top of scars where she hadn't waited long enough for the area to heal before she started again. By the time she was out of high school she began to feel happier in herself. Once she began working, then as a waitress at Buca restaurant, the girl began to walk with a bounce in her step and let her worries melt away.
It was around this time she met Julian. When she first met him, she knew he would be hers eventually. There were too many fireflies in her gut for it not to be true. The second time they met was at a party, where he lectured her about how he should be taking her to jail only to walk out like nothing ever happened.
ImageThe third time they ran into each other she refused to let him walk away again. It ended with a kiss and a date, and so began her adventure with Julian. It took a while for them both to feel comfortable committing (6months) but Rosalinda had always told herself that when she was to fall in love, she was to he sure of it. She had never expected to love Julian so much. When he moved into her home, she looked forward to sleeping every night, just to wake up to him at her side. He is such a hurt boy under all those layers of man, and Rosa just wants to nurse that boy until he is no longer wounded or hurt. As an empathetic and maternal person, it's hard for Rosa to see others hurt, and with Julian it's so much worse. His temper can get out of hand, and even scary sometimes, but she knows that no one can get to him like she can. At this point, Rosa could never see herself with any other man.
In a way it scares her how much she loves Julian, she wouldn't know what to do if he left her. Even if he were to cheat on him she could forgive him. This man has become everything to her, the only source of love she truly has.




Equipment:
•White Nikon 300
•IPhone 5 with Hello Kitty case
•Pepper Spray
•Swedish Knife

So begins...

Rosalinda Romero's Story

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Character Portrait: Julian Ortiz Character Portrait: Rosalinda Romero

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Julian Ortiz & Rosalinda Romero

The mellow indie tones were something Rosa had picked for Julian's alarm at two thirty am. Julian, being the light sleeper he is, rolled out of his sleep abruptly, slapping the alarm in an attempt to silence it. Instead the alarm switched to radio, blaring fuzzy rap music that disrupted the mellow mood. Julian remained still in his spot, giving no effort to silence the machine. Beside him, he could feel Rosalinda rousing from her sleep. A grin began to tug at his lips, expecting anytime for Rosa to start complaining.

Rosa was a wonderful girl, but her sleeping habits were abnormal, earning her the nick name 'little bear'. She rolled over to face Julian, eyes still bleary with sleep and her hair a mess. "Shut that shit off." she said, and Julian could recognize she was getting a little cranky. There was something so endearing when the tiny woman got wound up over something so silly as sleep. He ignored her, wrapping one arm around her and pulling her against him. Her head fit perfectly just under his, her hair smelled like candied cherries. Rosalinda always smelled good, her clothes, her sheets, her hair. It was one of the many things Julian loved about her.

However Rosalinda now began to push away from the man, although struggle was futile against his muscled arms. Julian held her close, his smile growing as Rosa grew more irritated. Finally Rosa snapped out of her half asleep mode, able to articulate herself, "Julian, STOP, it's to early for all of this." Rosa complained, pushing him back. Julian only laughed, shifting himself so he had Rosalinda pinned, he held himself over her.

Rosalinda fought against his pull, glaring at him angrily as the blanket was ripped from her, exposing herself to the cold. "Julian!" she yelled threateningly. She locked eyes with him, wishing she could feel angry but all she wanted to do was smile. The look Julian gave her like he was doing now made Rosa feel like she was the only woman for him, ever. His eyes searched her face, lingering on her lips. Rosa smirked mischeviously, and that was all Julian needed.

He bit her lip teasingly, grabbing a grip of her hair and pulling her head back roughly. A groan escaped Rosa's lips, her body melting against Julian's as he let his weight press against her. As Julian began to flutter kisses down her neck, Rosalinda seductively bit his ear, her fingers digging into the small of his back as she thrusted her groin against his.

It was wild to Rosalinda, her and Julian's love. The passion they had for each other was overwhelming sometimes, but Rosa could never imagine herself happy with anyone else. Plus the sex was great.

Around 3:00 they both fell back onto the mattress victoriously, breathing heavily and a sheen of sweat coating their bodies. Rosalinda began to giggle ferociously, "Well I'm up now, stud." she said, rolling over to face Julian. Julian chuckled, "Well maybe if you didn't make me go up, I wouldn't have made you get up." He joked, kissing his lover gently and getting to his feet. He grabbed a towel, watching out of the corner of his eye as Rosalinda got up herself. She slipped on an old baseball tee of his, and the black boy shorts they had torn off of her only moments ago. Everything she did fascinated him, but he did have a shower to get to.

Rosalinda stuffed her feet into a pair of warm tube socks, hearing the bathroom door click behind Julian and the shower begin to run. Rosalinda turned on her stereo as she walked to the kitchen, a song by Matt&Kim playing over the speakers.

Before she began, Rosa pulled her long dark, silky straight hair up into a high pony tail. Even fresh out of bed her hair remained plain and stagnant, bed head was nonexistent to Rosalinda. From the fridge she withdrew chorizo, eggs, tortilla chips, turning on the stove and placing a skillet over it. As the music played, Rosa began to cook the chorizo, dancing a little as she began to scramble the eggs. By the time she finished crushing tortilla chips into the chorizo and cooking the eggs, she could hear the shower turn off. Now she had to wait for him to finish shaving to finally claim the bathroom as hers. She served him a dish of the food she made, heating up tortillas on the plan us and serving a dollop of ice cream with it.

Julian wrapped the towel around his waist, putting away his razor and shaving cream before opening the door and getting a whiff of chorizo. He smiled, "You know exactly how to make my heart yours forever." he said, taking a seat at the bistro table placed in the corner of their kitchen. Rosalinda smiled charmingly, serving the food in front of him and kissing him gently. "Wasn't that hard to figure out, fatty." she teased. Julian laughed, watching Rosa as she walked away and took her turn in the shower.

Breakfast was perfect, Julian chugged down two cups of coffee as he read over the sports article in the newspaper. Strange how he had seen his father, doing the exact same thing he was doing now. Julian shook this thought, washing his dishes and taking refuge in front of the TV to tune in for the news. He rubbed his bare stomach contently. Julian liked to wake up early and watch the news as Rosa got ready. Before they lived together, Julian would normally postpone getting up as long as possible, but something about knowing every day he starts is another day with Rosalinda, makes him want to live every moment he can. He heard the shower stop, but he still had another hour before she was ready. He continues to drink his coffee.

Rosalinda wraps her hair up in the towel, wrapping another one around her chest and walking from her bathroom to her closet. Since the town house is a three bedroom house, two are bedrooms and one was converted into a walk in closet complete with a vanity and a huge mirror. It's where Rosalinda spends most of her time. Rosalinda had a photo shoot today, it was her first time shooting for a magazine. Even if it was just for a pregnancy magazine, it was still a big deal to her. She had to look polished, professional. Rosa was even forcing Julian to go with her, help her keep her cool. As she blow dried her hair straight and did her make up, she could hear the clash of her music and Julian's tv. She never understood how he could sit through listening to both.

Julian heard the blow dryer stop, he realized that he only had thirty more minutes. It made him laugh a little, he knew everything there was to know about Rosa. He went back into their room, making their bed and throwing off the towel. He picked out a black polo and slacks, spraying his cologne and walking into Rosa's Room. The woman was in black lacy underthings, leaning over the vanity applying make up. Julian whistled, admiring the view. "Damn mamí, I think I'll just take you out like that."

Rosalinda smiled charmingly, winking at him. "Yea, you wish." she joked, finishing her make up. Her outfit had been picked out the night before, set out and ironed cautiously. Julian watched as she slipped into her clothes, mussing up her hair in the mirror before looking back at him with a smile.

"Lets go." she said, grabbing her purse and camera bag. Her Nikon she usually carried around was for daily use, Rosa kept her nicer camera and equipment for the real deal. Julian grabbed some of the things that were set by the door, loading his squad SUV with Rosa's equipment as she took a seat in the passenger side. Technically this wasn't permitted, but the tinted windows didn't let anyone else know he was breaking rules.

Now that they were out of their home, Rosalinda's focus was on her iPhone, playing temple run 2 with enthusiasm. Julian kept glancing over. "Don't mess up." he teased, letting his fingers tap repeatedly over the screen. She yanked her phone from his reach, swatting at him and chuckling. "Just pay attention to the road officer." Rosa said returning to her phone and turning on the radio. For a while they drove like that, just listening to the music. Finally they parked, and Rosa grabbed what she could from the automobile, Julian grabbed the rest. He took her hand into his, smiling at her reassuringly, "You're going to be great, just watch." Rosa melted a little, Julian always knew what to say.

ImageRosa approached the team the magazine had sent, they had set up by the pier, the shoot was inside of a boathouse. It was a marinal themed shoot. As Rosa and Julian began to set up the equipment, Rosa could see the toddling babies being primped in cute sailor-esque outfits. A fellow photographer halted the couple.

"Rosa! So wonderful to see you! Is this your fiancé?" He asked, pervertedly checking out Julian.

Rosalinda laughed, amused by the man's interest in Julian, "Yes, Julian this is Felippe, Felippe this is Julian." Rosa said. Julian stood next to her, and she leaned into him subconsciously.

Felippe smiled cheesily, "Precious, get together now. Smile!" He said, aiming his camera to the couple.

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Character Portrait: Maya Stillwater Character Portrait: Julian Ortiz Character Portrait: Rosalinda Romero

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Rosalinda began to set up for the shoot of the giggling baby and the glowing mother. "Can I get a gold reflector over here? Or some bronzer, this glowing momma looks like a limp lump." she said in annoyance, testing the lighting of her camera by taking shot after shot. Julian let the make up girls squeeze past him, the cabin of the boat gradually becoming more and more cramped. Rosalinda began bossing around the others, there was something satisfying in being in charge of people. Julian had recognized the power hungry look Rosa began to develop, and knew it was not going to be pretty soon enough.

He caught Rosa's attention, mouthing the words 'Imma step out' as he pointed to the upper deck. Rosa nodded in understanding and turning back to taking test shots. Julian stepped up onto the deck, inhaling the familiar smell of the lake. Sadly enough it reminded him of sewage. He remembered hearing stories about the pier as a boy. How mobsters used to meet up for business there. In the distance he could see a Ferry approaching the pier.

Julian normally isn't such a nosy person, but it was strange to see a ferry approaching a run down pier. The cop in him wanted to investigate. He hopped back onto he pier, waiting until he rounded the corner to withdraw his weapon. Sneakily he lurked behind abandoned boxcars and storage units en route to where the ferry was headed. The storm drowned out any noise he made, so he didn't think the people he spotted in front of a pair of parked cars. He threw himself behind a pile of crates netting draped over it.

It was difficult to make out any faces, Julian wondered if there were anyone in the cars.

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Character Portrait: Maria Mae Occheto Character Portrait: Cole Occheto Character Portrait: Suri Desmond Character Portrait: Martin Ross Character Portrait: Julian Ortiz Character Portrait: Rosalinda Romero

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Julian Ortiz

His shirt was sticking to his skin when the sun finally decided to give in, shedding light across the pier. Julian pressed up against his hiding spot as the door to the parked car open, waiting a moment before peeking over the crates. If these were criminals, surely they would scan the area as soon as they stepped out the car. Julian squinted to make out the distant figures, but he knew as soon as Cole stepped out of the car that it was his cousin before him.

Julian cursed inwardly, carefully watching these people as they walked to the end of the pier. Julian used this as an opportunity to sprint forward, then taking refuge behind a row of crates. He had to crawl along the pier, peeking over now and then to see how close he was to the others. Once he was within earshot he halted, stilling his breath. His keen hearing could pick up on parts of the conversation, enough to know it was a deal going on. The other people sounded foriegn, possibly Russian. He couldn't place it from this distance.

Now what?
He wouldn't just hop out in front of all these criminals, attempt to make an arrest. That was just asking to get shot. But what was snooping doing for him? He knew deep down he couldn't turn over his family, so what did he think that eavesdropping on their internal affairs would do for him?

Rosalinda Romero

The baby took some great shots, but after about twenty minutes she got fussy and wouldn't even let her own mother change her outfit. They decided to work with the shots they had managed to catch and call it a day. Rosalinda texted Julian, "We're free! Come back my Prince". Julian had a much more sensitive side to himself that others often look over. They see a police officer with a great right hook and impeccable marksmanship and assume he is a tough man, and although this is the image Julian tries to portray, Rosalinda knew better. Julian had been a sucker since day one for the cheesy sweet things Rosalinda would do to keep Julian charmed. With other guys it had been because it was fun to make them her playthings, but with Julian it was because she wanted to make him smile, make him happy.

When he didn't reply at first, Rosalinda gave it some time and loaded all her equipment into the trunk, chatting mildly as the others left. Soon enough she was the only one left on the pier, and she had texted Julian already two more times.

Paranoia began to settle in, Rosa pulled her jacket around herself tighter, walking around the pier. "Julian?" She called out, seeing a ferry pull up to the dock in the distance. Maybe he had gone to look at the ferry? He was prone to random fascinations.

As she walked toward the ferry she withdrew her phone and called Julian's cell.

Julian Ortiz

Julian could recognize the woman with Cole, her picture had floated around the office as a potential drug dealer. Now her Julian wouldn't mind giving a hard time. However now a new figure was walking to the crowd. At first Julian didn't recognize Maria. It had been so long, and now she was a women, it was scary to Julian a little. The poor girl had seen so much by now, he was sure. He wondered if she ever smiled like she used to.

He relaxed against the crates, maybe he would just wait it out until they left. Who knew how long that would be. Rosalinda was going to start bitching at him when he went back. 'Aw shit, Rosa!' he thought, realizing that he had left his fiancé behind. As if his mere thoughts summoned her, the back pocket of his pants projected 'Call me Maybe- Carly Rae Jepsen' and in the moment he didn't even have time to get mad that Rosalinda had once again personalized her ring tone to an embarrassing song. He fumbled to get his phone out of his pocket, although it would be pure luck if no one had heard it yet. As if matters couldn't get worse, he couldn't get his phone out of his pocket so he had to weirdly press through the fabric to try and press the button to silence the phone. Sighing quietly he leaned back against the crates, readying his gun if needed be.
Calmed, he retried to withdraw his phone, succeeding this time. If this was his last incoming phone call, he damn well was going to answer. "Hey babe, I'll be right there, I love you." He said in a low voice, hanging up quickly. He returned his focus to the issue at hand.

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Character Portrait: Maria Mae Occheto Character Portrait: Julian Ortiz Character Portrait: Rosalinda Romero

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She settled into the coarseness of her seat. The brick wall was cold against her behind, half making her want to run back to her car and jack the heat up. At least the rain was subsiding a bit. The gunmetal tint to the weather and mist at the pier was sinister and eerie; she hated it. She adjusted some sunglasses on her nose, toning the atmosphere even darker.

Again her eyes ascended and descended, almost taking inventory of the people around. Nobody could be unaccounted for, that's how Cole and Maria kept getting themselves into disasters they had a little bit of trouble repairing. Tugging at her bracelet, she glanced up again just in time to see someone haring towards some crate. It didn't take long for it to click, the build of the man and the hair cut was all to familiar. "Julian," she breathed to herself, sighing uncomfortably. As if things couldn't get more awkward, his phone began to go off, ringing that obnoxious song she hated so much. The song alone literally made her punch her radio in the car. Anxiously Maria looked to the docks. They were too far off to hear the ringtone. The fog had even shrouded the mouth of the docks.

With an exaggerated eye roll, Maria rose to her feet as she crept towards the pyramid of crates her cousin was crouched behind. Though it wasn't easy to be a sleuth in her heels, she made off really well as she slunk behind the crates, just in time to catch him off guard. He was muttering into his phone, surely to Rosa. "This is just an educated guess," Maria started off quietly, not so much as looking into his face as she spoke, "But I'm going to wager that your little Rosa is in one of those anchored yachts doing a simply adorable photoshoot." With a dainty index finger, she pushed her sunglasses up over her eyes to perch them on her head. The shiner on her eye was exposed.

"Considering you know the family so well," Maria tugged at her jeans, fumbling with the waistband, "I have to wonder why you would let the love of your life stumble into a field of operations." Suddenly, the petite Italian woman drew the glock from her pants. She however, did not point it at her cousin. She merely looked down as it as she went on, not giving him the opportunity to speak, "On top of all of this," the gun slinging matron remarked, "I told you I never wanted to see you again." The same index finger that handled the sunglasses went to graze the barrel of the polished gun. Finally, her eyes met his, "So I'll make this as easy and clean for you as possible."

A pair of green eyes emerged from behind the crates, scanning the area and ensuring that when she waved towards the pier, no one waved back. It was a relief; no one could see her through that damn fog. But inevitably, they'd soon start wheeling their product down the planks and towards the vans at the entrance. Sliding back down behind the packing cases, she grinned childishly as she cocked the gun back, "Run along now Julian and either make haste getting the hell out of here in the next five minutes or taking refuge in that yacht like you're fucking Anne Frank and your life depends on it. Because really," she smoothed some hair from her bruised skin, "It does."

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Character Portrait: Maria Mae Occheto Character Portrait: Maya Stillwater Character Portrait: Cole Occheto Character Portrait: Suri Desmond Character Portrait: Martin Ross Character Portrait: Rosalinda Romero Character Portrait: Jackson Hughes

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Jackson Hughes

As he was nearing his truck, he saw a familiar car pull in. Maria was in the driver's seat, her hair pulled up in a sloppy mess and appearing less polished than usual. Truth be told, he preferred her that way. She was beautiful in whatever she chose to wear or embellish herself with, but he preferred the extremely short, wild haired girl if he was being honest. He pulled his attention away from the lost cause, plopping Maya into the passenger seat of his truck as he sighed a little, rubbing the back of his head.

Despite the state of her being, Maya was still debonair and aesthetically appealing. Jackson couldn't even deny that as his eyes raked over her, once up and once down. The woman crumpled under the weight of her own thoughts as she cradled her face in her hands. He leaned against the open door and the truck itself, almost shielding Maya as he began, "You've been with them almost as long as I have Maya. Shit, you know they don't hate you. These things happens. We work with the Occheto's, nothing is rainbows and butterflies."

As he looked over his shoulder briefly, he could make out roughly Cole, Martin and Suri. Slowly but surely their profiles began to fade, eaten up by the morning bay smoke. Then, trotting across the gravel and black top came Maria. Shortly after, she disappeared as well. He knew he was running short on time, and he wouldn't be able to get Maya any place now until after he was done with the Russian trafficking. "Just a second," he muttered as he shut the door after making sure Maya was secure and her hand was removed from the handle. He was by no means worried about his seats, they'd endured way worse things in their time.

He strode to the driver's side and pushed his body into the seat. He left the door ajar as he followed up Maya's rambling, "Tell you what," a hand reached towards his head to graze the skin as he contemplated what to do, "You just rest here and when this little transaction is over with I'll get you a hotel room." His muscular shoulders tensed a bit as his slate eyes glanced at her, "You're not weak, Maya. God damn, relax." A large hand rubbed her arm for a moment, then he continued, "Maria, she uh…" His eyes searched for the words.

The ferry shut all of its lights off as the sun finally made its presence inextinguishable. In spite of the gray color of the morning, it still fought ferociously. "She's not the same. She hates me, Maya. That's all there is. She isn't just some --- girl. She's different and I was the first man to be accepted into her life the way I was and I kind of fucked that up," he realized he was rambling, and suddenly felt guilty. "It's irrelevant, Maria, anyway… Let's just worry about getting you warmed up and then we'll see what happens after all this business is finished." He started up the truck and cranked the heat, "I'll be back."

The tall man slid out of the driver seat, shutting the door and holding the keys. He didn't want to risk the frazzled woman driving off or doing something stupid. As he made his way towards the ferry, he bumped into a petite woman with large eyes and dark hair. "Excuse me," he grunted, not wanting to seem rude as he stepped aside. She was unfamiliar and surely she --- well she had no business being there. Jackson stopped to examine her, unsure of her presence, "I didn't see you because of the fog," he waved a hand. He had to be polite to get some information out of her, so he sighed innocently and said, "I'm Chris." He almost gave away his real name, but he had to keep things under wraps.

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Character Portrait: Maria Mae Occheto Character Portrait: Julian Ortiz Character Portrait: Rosalinda Romero Character Portrait: Jackson Hughes

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Julian Ortiz

"This is just an educated guess."

He heard a lilting voice start, Julian instinctually aimed his gun at Maria, but slackened his grip on the weapon once his eyes met hers. The skin was bruised by her eye, but what really scared him was that her eyes had hardened over the years, surely because of the horrors other had exposed her too. Julian could here his mother scolding him in Italian, 'She is your baby cousin, save her!', he would have to pay her a visit soon.

As Maria mentioned Rosa's name and her photo shoot only yards away, Julian hardened his jaw. Rosa wasn't family to the Ochetto's, Julian feared this left her vulnerable to their wrath. Rosa had worked at the bistro for a year before Julian met her, but once Julian found out she made her quit immediately and take up another job. She never talked about it much, but Rosalinda kept a lot of things to herself. "You can believe I want to keep Rosa as far away from the Ochetto clan as possible." Julian said, watching as she withdrew her own Glock.

Julian stared at Maria with slight disbelief, in a way he wanted to cry. This was exactly Arabella feared, what she cried into the phone to her sister. Antonio had taken this beautiful, pure thing and twisted it into what stood before him. Julian heard her threats, and he couldn't believe his ears. As a Chicago cop for five years, Julian had witnessed some crazy things, but he had never been shocked by people's actions. However Maria stunned the man into speechlessness.

The stood in silence for a moment, guns faced at each other waiting for the other to move. Finally Julian spoke up. "I'll have you know Maria, I don't need to say anything. There are enough people talking already, it's only a matter of time your dad gets what coming to him, Maria. When are you going to realize your mother wanted more for you than this?"

Rosalinda Romero

Hey babe, I'll be right there, I love you. his words were short and low, and he snapped his phone quickly, before she had a chance to speak.

Rosa stood where she was for a moment, looking around. She remembered last time she was here, about two years ago. It was while she was working at Buca, with the Ochetto's. Although Julian would never know, Rosalinda had suffered the same fate as most Buca hires, an act to dirty their hands and seal their lips. A couple of times during a cocaine trade with Mexico, Rosalinda had been brought to the pier as a translator when Martin was off on other business.

Her eyes snapped to the ferry, tilting her head as her memory cleared. If she wasn't mistaken, the ferry was in the same dock Rosa had negotiated with the Mexicans at. "Oh, Dios mio! Jortiz!" she mumbled under breath, speed walking to the pier the ferry was parked. Before she got close enough, she ran into something else.

Rosalinda recognized Jackson immediately. He looked at her as if he was trying to place a face to the name, introducing himself as Chris. It was all she could do to not roll her eyes. The way she looked at it she could either fess up who she was, or play the same game. Rosa smiled sweetly, "I'm Lana, I'm a photographer for the Chicago Tribune. We're doing an article on the pier's history with original gangsters like Al Capone or Larry Hoover. You know, the real deal unlike all the wannabes out there now and days." She said with a light tone, laughing melodically. She lifted her camera from her hip, adjusting the strap across her body as she snapped a photo of Jackson. Looking back down to the camera Rosa smiled, "Wow, what a great shot! Maybe we'll put this on the front page. You wouldn't want that though would you, people recognizing your face from the piers?" Lana said knowingly, dropping her camera back down and continuing to walk in search of Julian as Jackson stayed in step with her.

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Jackson Hughes
It didn't take a brain surgeon, especially working with the Occheto's, for one to recognize the look of hesitance in another's eyes. Jackson nodded as Rosa went on, a faint memory of someone talking about a girl who helped translate for Mexican shipments flickering in his mind. He patted the pocket of his shirt, still damp from the weather and then riposted unexpectedly, "You'll have to send me a copy of that article." Her quips were appreciated and by no means over Jackson's head.

As she let the camera fall again and began in the direction of the ferry, Jackson stayed quickly in step. A few paces behind her, he reached over her head and snatched the camera and held it in the air, waving it far above her reach, "What makes you think the people who inhabit this pier are wannabes?" He teased her, proud of his height and arm's reach at that moment. Had it been a few months or even a year ago, he probably would have shot her in the face without thinking twice about it. His eager impulses had a tendency to get himself into trouble, and it looked like the Occheto family needed no more of that.

He began walking backwards, fiddling with the camera and popping the memory card out. Then, he raised the camera above his head again and brandished it in the bay's mist. It was better to kill time toying with the petite woman rather than kick her corpse into the bay and have to explain it later.


Maria Occheto
Julian had always been rather quick, diligent and a big softy underneath it all. Maria could only imagine the pangs of heartache he was feeling as he bumped heads with his baby cousin for the first time in years. Unknown to anyone, she was feeling the same amount of wrenching in her soul. "Yeah, yeah," Maria riposted to Julian's remark about Big Daddy more or less having it coming, "Tell me something I don't know, Jules." A smirk tugged at her lips and her eyes lowered to her gun once more.

A couple hundred feet away from the crates the two cousins were camouflaging themselves behind, the sound of boots on planks could be heard. It must have been Jackson. Or worse: one of the Russians. Maria bit at her lip and said steadily, "I hope Rosa didn't leave the boat. You'll both be killed." For a moment, her head tilted towards Julian, her neck resting against a crate. Her olive eyes cradled retracting pupils, a sign of her anxiety and worry for her own flesh and blood. But she'd never speak on it. Uneasily, she brought her quivery hand that held the gun to her face, as if to wipe away nervous sweat. Again she'd have to clean up a shit mess. "You better find her and drag her on home." Then, she rolled her shoulders and stormed away from her cousin without so much as a goodbye handshake.

Julian would be spared by Cole, but not the Russians. Especially if they found his badge. It seemed like the family couldn't catch a break lately. These little bumps in the road were turning into full fledged turnpike constructions and it was giving Maria a headache. As she hastened she was nearly sent sailing off of the marina and into the bay, catching herself on a post. She whipped around only to see Rosa herself, and Jackson walking away from her in all-too-familiar fashion. Above him, he wielded a large, exorbitant camera that undoubtedly belonged to her cousin's fiancé. Jackson stopped as Maria paced to where he stood, then handed her a small SD card. "Hm," Maria grunted a little as she looked at Rosa.

"Couldn't stay away, huh girl?" Maria laughed as she dropped the SD card onto a moldy plank and brought her five inch heel down on it. It burst, some shards of it descending between the timber and sinking into the bay. "I regret to inform you that we're not dealing with any cheap Mexican cartel today. So --- maybe next time?" Maria shoved past the woman with a sneer. She hurried in the direction of her brother, leaving the situation for Jackson to deal with. As she neared, she could make out Martin's voice speaking in different dialect.

[I should probably make an actual character profile for Jackson Hughes so it gets less confusing and we don't mistake him for the other Jackson from this RP.]

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Julian Ortiz

Maria blew him off, like he expected her to. Why wouldn't he just let him help her? It angered him a little, she was so Goddamn stubborn! Julian opened his mouth to speak, but the sound of footsteps nearby silenced him.

Maria craned her neck, as if to make out whose footsteps they were. "I hope Rosa didn't leave the boat, you'll both be killed." she said, her arm quivering as she lowered her gun, wiping her forehead. Julian couldn't tell if her arm had tired from holding the gun up for so long, or if she was conflicted with the same emotions as herself. Something about the way she threatened him with death made it seem like it wasn't a threat at all, like it would be out of her control.

Before he could ask she turned on her heels, walking away without so much as a "Nice seeing you, cuz!" Leaving Julian with his gun still in his hand and caught in between a rock and a hard place.

Rosalinda Romero

Jackson seemed to catch on fast, but Rosa had expected so much. What she had not expected was him snatching her camera, holding it way over her head. "Damnit, Jackson!" She said with annoyance, even with her heels Rosa's reach was pointless. She should've expected as much, she should've been less than a smart ass and not taken a picture, now her camera was on the line.

He began fiddling with it, asking her about her previous comment. As he walked backwards she followed, watching her camera carefully. "Mostly because I hear they make these kids they hire in their shops to do their dirty work." She quipped, seeing him successfully find her memory card. "Come on, I have pictures for my job on there." She began to plead, changing her tone, not that it'd be any help because at that moment Maria rounded the corner.

Maria and Rosa had gotten along well enough while Rosa worked at Buca, but hadn't talked since Rosa quit about two years ago. However Maria's look she gave Rosa showed that had a low level of tolerance, silencing the young lady.

Rosa watched as her memory chip was crushed under Maria's heel, and with it the pay check she expected to pay her phone bill that month. Maria made a smart comment and then marched off, probably to handle some deal. But there was still an issue at hand, "Whatever, can I just get my camera?" Rosalinda said, pouting a little at the situation. "And don't get all big headed thinking I'm snooping on all of you. I had a job on the boats, and Julian disappeared. I'm just looking for him." Rosa said, second guessing if she would even mention Julian.

Julian, only feet away, heard Rosa's voice, and just like that he was alert once again. Following the same path he saw Maria take, he rounded on Rosa facing someone Julian hadn't seen since high school. Julian lowered his gun, but still held it in his hand. "Hey Jax, long time no see." Julian said, walking to the other side of Rosa and shifting her so she was hidden behind him. She was so slight, she had to peek past his shoulder to still get a look on the situation.

Julian looked at the camera, "I see you have my fiancé's camera." he said, pushing Rosa back and gesturing for her to run. Rosa swatted away his hand in annoyance, "I'm not leaving you, Jortiz.", she said coldly, pressing herself against his back and burying her nose into the damp fabric of his shirt. It smelled like his cologne. Rosa let one of her arms wrap around his torso, pulling him close and letting her hand rest over his heart, as if that could protect him.

'Im getting sick of all these stubborn women.' Julian thought to himself, locking eyes with Jackson, "Look, Maria know's we were here, it was all a big misunderstanding. Rosa had a photo shoot here today, can you just make this easy for both of us, give us the camera and call it a day?" Julian would have just ran and forget about the camera, however it was a $1000 camera, an expense they didn't want to have to repeat. Julian felt Rosa's arm around him, anchoring him. "You know we won't say anything." Julian said, looking into Jackson's eyes with intensity.

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Suri Desmond

Suri stayed a bit back from Cole, Martin, and the Russians. She wanted to have her eyes everywhere and she couldn't do that if she was up there with them. She looked around the foggy air ans cracked her kneck, her hands were kept down at her side. She walked a bit back walking to make sure no one who shouldn't be here wasn't.

She watched as Maria walked by and ahe gave the woman a nod in respect then kept looking around. She really was hoping this would go smoothly she was definately not in the mood to be firing any guns this early in the morning. She then noticed Jackson standing with a couple, he was holding a camera and there was a guy that looked vaguely familiar. She walked a bit closer and saw the woman behind the guy and she let out a small chuckle.

"You have got to be shittin me! That couldn't be Rosalind Romero, its been awhile since I have seen your pretty face" her sunglasses concealed her eyes and she walked in confidence as she got closer. She remembered Rosalind from two years ago at Buca and also helping out with the deals. She looked to Jackson and gave him a sly grin then looked to the couple "you too good enough for us now Rosa, I thought we were friends?" she always got along with Rosa when she worked at Buca, the woman sure knew how to make her drinks. She cracked her neck once more before looking back at Jackson "having a little fun are you?" She asked as she motioned to the camera "a lovely camera that is, I bet its expensive isn't it?" She gave Rosa and the guy a look waiting to see what they had to say. Meanwhile her eyes drifted along the pier, still keeping her eyes open for any trouble.

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"So you dabble in gossip now?" Jackson mused, still swishing the expensive piece of technology in the air even as Maria smashed the memory card and carried on her merry way. "Gee, Rosa, I'm sure no one from Buca took you for that type of… Well… What would Maria call it?" He laughed a little, embarrassed to say it, "A basic bitch." He was joking, he had no true intentions of really hurting Rosa's feelings. In fact he was more or less poking fun at Maria.

Pressing the power button, he flicked through the images that were hosted on the camera itself. After reviewing them, he rolled his eyes with disappointed taste, "Damn, where's all the playboy stuff at?" As he lowered the camera from eye-level, he was met with the gaze of Julian Ortiz. It was funny to see him in the state of things as they were, knowing that they grew up together and ended up on completely different sides. Jackson had to burst into fits of laughter as Julian stepped in front of Rosa in such a cliche, valiant manner. He sure was a cop.

Then Rosa wrapped her arm around him as Julian made an obvious verbal observation. Suri also joined in on the little shindig, announcing her presence and basically checking out Rosa. Jackson shrugged his shoulders at Suri when she asked if he was having fun, which in all honesty he was.

For a moment, Jackson even contemplated keeping the camera just to screw with them and have Maria up in tumults. He'd been with Maria long enough in the past to know how she felt about Julian sticking his nose in her business. It would be one hell of a vengeance he came back with had he conspired a little longer. But, there was no time. And unless he wanted to end up dead, it probably wasn't a good idea.

"Think fast," Jackson said gruffly as he tossed the camera into the air in the direction of Julian. Then, without looking much at it, he continued past them towards the ferry, hoping Suri would follow and the heroic duo would mind their own business and go home. Men began rolling commodities down the harbor, shuffling quickly as the daylight came into play.

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Rosalinda Romero

As Julian negotiated for her camera, Rosalinda kept her eye on the camera. If Jackson were to drop the camera, Rosa would dive for the light box. He had already broke her memory card, what more would he want? Jackson wasn't always the most reasonable sort, sometimes he just did things like this for fun, Rosa remembered.

Then she heard yet another familiar voice, "You've got to be shitting me, that couldnt be Rosalinda Romero? It's been a while since I've seen your pretty face" she heard, snapping her attention down the dock. Julian remained still, hardened and gaze on Jackson. He had the barrel of his gun facing the wooden pier, it didn't feel right to point it to the people of his past. He glanced at Suri as she yelled out the name of his love, catching Rosa's attention.

As Rosa meant to step from behind Julian and towards Suri, she felt Julian's arm grip her arm forcefully. She looked at him with confusion, but his eyes never left Jackson. From where she stood she looked at Suri, "Yea, it has been a while." she offered weakly, earning a glare from Julian. He could be so protective sometimes.

"You too good for us, Rosa? I thought we were friends?" Suri joked, and Rosa could feel Julian tense next to her. When he forced Rosa to quit Buca, he also forbade her to associate with any of them, but Suri was someone she would've liked to keep in touch with. The woman was always so charming and sweet, and she had beautiful tattoos and a bad ass attitude. She remembered when Suri would sit at the bar and the two would joke and flirt, talk about tattoos and people. Suri never asked invasive questions, like others, and Rosa had always appreciated that in her. At the time, she had considered Suri her friend, but what would Julian think of that.

Now Suri noticed Rosa's camera, complimenting it in what Rosa was sure was genuine but just irritated her a little. Suri asked about the price, Rosa shrugged instinctually. "It wasn't cheap if that's what you mean. Paid a pretty penny or two." she said, trying to appear nonchalant.

Then, suddenly, Jackson said "Think fast" throwing the camera at Julian's chest. He fumbled to holster his weapon in time to catch the camera, but as it hit his chest he was t prepared, letting it fall. Then reaching around, Rosa managed to catch ahold of the shoulder strap of the camera. She watched as the contraption halted just inches above the pier, she breathed with relief. When she looked up, Jackson was walking away and Julian had withdrawn his weapon once more. He immediately began moving. "Lets go." he said, clearing around the corner to make sure they were clear to run.

Rosalinda looked to Suri, wishing she could come up with something to say. Julian would pull her away soon, she was sure. Wordlessly Rosa handed Suri her cars, it only had her name and number on it, with a Polaroid icon in the bottom left corner of it. "We should hit the bars together text-" she stopped talking once Julian returned. He glared at Suri, then Rosa, strong arming her so she was to the right of him. Rosa looked to Suri as if to say 'sorry', letting Julian drag her away.

He made her run, which he knew she hated, but he left her no option. They ran all the way back to his squad SUV, he didn't hesitate to turn the car on and gun off. Rosa shut off the radio, silence was her best bet right now. The tension was so thick in the car, she felt like she could cut through it. Julian was a ticking time bomb, and Rosa had to diffuse him.

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Suri Desmond

Suri looked over to Rosa as the woman responded, she notice the guy tense and she had to laugh "you got an uptight boytoy there Rosa" she pulled a smoke from her pocket and lit it up "way too long there Ro, way too long". Suri wasn't one that just forgive a person if they walked out on her life, if they didn't want to be friends she would have liked them to tell it to her face then just leave without saying anything. For her she was upset with Rosa but no one would know because they wouldn't be able to see her eyes.

She watched as Jackson threw the camera and it hit the guy right in the chest, she laughed and was about to turn around to follow Jackson but she met Rosa's eyes. She watched as the guy walked away but Rosa stood there looking at her then handing her a card, Suri took it and looked at it. She then met the womans eyes once more as she said they should hit the bars but the guy came back over amd Rosa coulsn't finish. She made sure the two left before she turned to follow the way Jackson went.

As she walked back towards the deal she saw the vans being brought back onto ferry, the deal must of went well. As she got closer though something seemed off, then she heard a scream, a familiar one. "Maria". She wanted to run but she knew that might not be the best idea until she knew what she was running into. She walked onto the side of the pier and got close enough as she ducked behind a couple of boxes. She saw Maria being man handled by one of the russians and this made Suri pissed. She looked around trying to find a way in unseen. She saw a way but knew it could put her in a bad predicament but she didn't care at the moment, all she cared about was saving Maria.

There was the last van being drove to the ferry she ran beside it until she was behind the Russians. She looked to Cole, her jaw was tensed. She took the gun from her jacket and ran up behind the Russian that was holding Maria. She put one of her arms quickly around the Russians kneck and held the gun to his head, squeezing her arm tight around the mans kneck. She was glad she was tall. "Look you got two options here asshole, you let her go and I let you go or you don't let her go and I shoot your dumb ass brains out. What will it be?" She whispered in the mans ear giving a tighter squeeze around the mans kneck.

She could hear commotion behind her from the ferry and she knew she didn't have much time.

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He was speeding through the pier, making sharp turns and hitting the pavement at 80mph, bouncing at the transition of the road. Rosalinda had already put on her seatbelt, one hand gripping the door and the other over her heart. "Damnit, Julian, they let us go. What are you speeding from?" she snipped, trying to not let the anxiety that was building in her chest reflect in her voice.

Julian snapped his neck to look at her, looking back and forth from the road before shouting. "Oh I don't know, maybe the cold blooded killers who had the opportunity to end both our lives." He said, voice dripping with sarcasm. Rosa rolled her eyes, he could be such a child sometimes.

"I'm not trying to start an argument, I'm just saying slow down."

"Then why don't you just say slow down, why do you pretend like your stupid and ask what am I running from?"

"I didn't ask who you were running from, I asked what you were speeding from, there's a diff-" Julian didn't let Rosa finish her thought.

"Damnit Rosa don't get technical with me!" He was shouting now, thundering his palm down on the steering wheel of the car in anger, "You want me to slow down?" he continued, pushing on the accelerator. He looked over to Rosa. She had been rendered into silence, hands folded in her lap and looking down. She ignored his question, angering him further. Julian continued to speed up, looking back and forth from Rosalinda to the road.
"Just say the word and I'll slow down, Rosa. Just tell me to slow down, the right way."

Rosa kept her eyes trained down, there was no talking to Julian when he got like this. He had always been the one people depend on, Julian never had someone who he could trust to see his dark side until Rosa. Luckily it had been back roads so far, but soon they would be among others, would he still need to prove his point then? The whole time he was yelling, she had stopped listening, tuning him out. As if sensing this, Julian roughly grabbed her chin, turning her face so she would look at him. She kept her eyes low, "Mira me, Rosalinda!" he demanded, she struggled to pull away, but he didn't let her, stretching his fingers so they cradled her jaw. "DAMNIT ROSA LOOK AT ME!" he yelled, slamming on his brakes at close to 100mph.

Rosalinda felt her seatbelt lock as inertia jolted her forward, seeing Julian's chest hit the steering wheel, sounding off the horn. He still held her face, placing the car in park with his free hand. She knew this wasn't about what she said, this was about seeing his cousin and realizing who she had become. This was about Rosa looking around for him and getting them into a horrible situation with Jackson. This was about talking to that woman Suri like she was a friend to her.

But for now, it was about her looking at him.

She weakly brought her eyes to his, controlling her hands from trembling. He stared into her eyes angrily, silent for a few moments. What was he looking for? Her eyes weren't what he was expecting, where he expected adoration, he saw fear and submission. He released her, widening his eyes. "Fuck, no, Rosa I'm so sorry." he finally spit out, burying his face in his hands.

Rosa waited a moment before rubbing his back in a soothing manner. "It's okay Jortiz, at least now you know when it happens." she said, biting back the tears.

He sat up, looking to the pier. "I was just so overwhelmed...seeing Maria- it was freaky." he explained. Rosa nodded, understanding what he meant by it being freaky. The Maria he had described knowing was freaky to Rosa.

Her fingertips brushed through his hair, "It is family, I know you miss them." he nodded in agreement, leaning into her hand. It was strange how it was like nothing even happened between them. "You can't always be the hero." she added, tracing a finger along his jawline and down his neck. Then holding his hand, Rosa leaned over to kiss Julian gently, just shy of his lips.

Rosa knew exactly how to sooth him, he was like putty in his hands. As she leaned over to kiss him, she smelled like cherries and something floral. He looked over to her, "I just feel so worthless. I'm supposed to be a police officer, but I just walked away from it and let it happen? I shouldn't even have this badge." he withdrew his badge from his pocket, throwing it onto the dashboard.

Tentatively, Rosa grabbed his badge, fingers running over the molding and etching. It gave her an idea, making her excitedly look at Julian. "Lets do it, then!" Julian looked at her with confusion. She continued, "Lets go do what the police does, and bust those suckas!" she said, thrusting the badge in his face.

Julian took the badge into his hands, a slight smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he looked down to it. He seemed to consider the option, much to Rosa's disbelief. It seemed like a few minutes passed before he looked over at Rosa, smiling broadly. "You're right, lets do this!" he enthused, switching on his lights and sirens, turning the car around.

Rosa hadn't expected so much, but she was just going to go with it. He sped down the pier once more, but this time it was less terrifying and more exciting. She blasted the radio, the two of them looking at each other with cheesy smiles and a twinkle in their eyes. They pulled onto the scene, expecting to see a scatter of criminals, but what they saw instead was much more interesting.

It seemed like there had been a brawl, everyone was scattered across the end of the pier with guns out and Cole was bashing a mans head into the pier. Julian could hear Rosa curse beside him.

He withdrew the receiver for the intercom system, taking a deep breath before saying calmly, "This is the police, you are surrounded." he paused, handing Rosa a gun he had wordlessly as she asked for one in persistent whispers. He continued to speak, "Seperate from the American's and return to the ferry, leave your weapons." he added, Rosa nodding in approval giving him a thumbs up. He smiled at her, amused, and she smiled back, patting his knee reassuringly.

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The fog cleared, and on the pier was all familiar faces that only moments ago had been binded up with some sleazy Russians. Rosa looked over at Julian, he stared out to his cousins, a look of confusion and restraint on his face. She leaned across the space between them, resting her weight on his shoulder. Her fingers played with his hair once more, tickling over the tips of his ears and running them down his neck. This was too much for him all in one day, although Rosa knew he was contemplating walking out onto that pier, no good would come of it. They were pumped with adrenaline and not of right mind, delicate matters like the Ochetto-Ortíz conflict was to be handled lightly.

She made a trail of kisses along his jaw line, stopping by his ear lobe. "I want to tear all your clothes off right now, in front of all these people." She whispered, biting his ear lobe gently. Her approach wasn't intended to be shy, it was meant as a distraction, redirect him to home sweet home.

Julian looked at Rosa with mild surprise, although he wasn't sure why. Rosa always had this spontaneous way about her, in every aspect of her life. He glanced once more to his cousins, although he wanted to say something, maybe 'are you okay' or 'everything cool', but it was clear he wasn't wanted. Why waste time on people who didn't need his type of help? There was a beautiful woman next to him who had everything he ever needed in life.

Julian smiled at Rosa wholly, kissing her gently. "Behave little bear." he said affectionately, she pouted slightly, returning to her own space and to her phone. Julian shook his head, the girl was still young in so many ways, sometimes he felt like he was out of place for expecting her to make mature decisions. He reached over to her thigh, massaging it sensually, winking at her playfully. "Don't be such a baby." he joked.

Julian looked back to the crowd, he couldn't let them off that easy, he decided. Once again he grabbed the receiver, lowly speaking into it. "These piers will be listed as a high risk area, increasing the amount of patrols. I suggest you take your business elsewhere." There was a disciplinarian tone to his voice, like a father scolding his children. His window was rolled down, giving him a clear view to them as he turned the car around. As if to say good bye he gestured sharply into the air in a half wave half salute hybrid, bleeping his siren once more as he drove off.

He didn't speed on their way back, instead the couple held hands the whole time back to the house, not even saying a word. They didn't have to. Julian and Rosalinda long ago had found comfort in the silence they shared, cherished them as much as their conversation. There was something extremely satisfying in being so content just by being next to someone. Once they got to the house, Julian refused to let Rosa open her own door. Instead he came around to the other side, opening the door for her.

Rosa smiled coyly, "Ever the gentleman," she said airily as she stepped from the car, gently resting her hand on his chest, "Were you going to practice carrying me bridal style?" she hinted, winking. Julian contemplated this, rubbing his biceps in thought as if they were sore. Finally he shook his head seriously, folding his arms.

Rosa gave him a dead pan expression, then rolling her eyes and walking away in a huff toward the front of the house. Julian always had a way to ruin the picture perfect moments. She only made it three feet before Julian swept in from behind, tackling her around her hips and throwing her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

Immediately Rosa began to struggle, "Damnit Julian, you know I hate this shit! I swear it's like you like to get me Mad! Let me go! Let me go! Let me go!...." and so began her chant.

Julian chuckled, she wasn't wrong exactly. He didn't exactly like to get her mad, but he did love pushing her buttons. She was so cute when she got all wound up, he just wanted to smother her with his lips until she shut up. He fiddled with the keys at the door, trying to restrain her with just one arm. As he struggled to turn the lock, Rosalinda tugged from his hold, feeling herself start to fall flat on her side. Julian released the keys, using both his arms to regain a hold on her again, spanking her butt playfully. "Next time you do that, I'm going to let you fall." he warned.

After that Rosa went limp, he had a point, she should know by now that she just wasn't going to win this battle. He smirked, shaking his head as he opened the door into their home.

Their alarm went off, and carrying Rosa the whole time, Julian disalarms the system. He moves to the kitchen, throwing his keys into the key drawer and hits the answering machine to play the messages. He pours himself a glass of juice as be listens to them.

"Uhm.....hello?" Rosalinda spoke out, trying to hoist her upper body up into the air. As she did so, Julian slackened his grip around her, letting her think she was falling until he wrapped his arms around her once more. He held her close to his torso, crushing her under his arms. Sloppily he kissed her, making her cringe away. "Oh now you're just being a pest."

Julian smiled again, finally letting Rosalinda stand on her own two feet. The petite girl raked her claws across the back of Julian's neck, biting her lip suggestively. "I'm really in the need of an hour in the jacuzzi." she said, stripping as she walked toward the door to the back deck.

Julian didn't hesitate to follow.

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As the world moved around them, Julian and Rosa found themselves in their own little world, making their home their playground. They played in the hot tub, in the kitchen, on the stairs and finally in the bedroom. Once they finally collapsed next to each other, it had seemed like they could've shot a whole movie. Julian closed his eyes, his breathing shallow and stretching his arms over his head, yawning. Rosa couldn't help but to laugh to herself, of course Julian was about to fall asleep. Rolling over so she was on her side, facing Julian, teasing him, "Did I wear you out, hot shot?"

He peeked an eye open, looking at Rosalinda as if she had just told a dumb joke. She stared back, as if challenging him. Finally he closed his eye again, and Rosa rested her head on his chest, sighing in comfort. Julian reached his arm around her, pulling her naked body closer to his. Affectionately he kissed the top of her head, "I really am sorry for how I yelled at you earlier, Little Bear." he sounded genuine, but Rosa couldn't help but to want to brush him off. He had said sorry more than enough times, but it was the change that Rosa was looking for. His anger was something he only let Rosa see, before that he would keep his dark side locked away and let it spoil him from within.

Rosa had once read a quote saying that love was knowing someone's demons and still wanting to be with them. With Julian it was so much more than that, his demons were what drew her in. Everyone looked at him and saw a man who was put together, level headed, reliable, honest. Rosa saw him for who he was; hurt, possessive, short tempered, angry. When his father left all those years ago, he left Julian to be the man of the house wondering what he did wrong to chase his father away. Rosa wanted to mend Julian's wounds, fill the hole his father left behind. To fix him.

She settled her head against his chest, comforted by the rise and fall of his rib cage and he breathed. Eventually she could feel him drift off into sleep, wishing she could lay there with him forever. He had been able to call the day off, Rosalinda had errands to run before her shift at the Kinetic Playground, a bar just across from a concert hall. Her boss was Jimmy, a man who did some business with the Ochetto's. People often meandered into the bar, pawning off jewelry they stole from some local.

He had known Rosalinda from his visits to the Buca restaurant, or at Windy City where she'd pick up shifts as needed. When he ran into her at a different bar, he offered her better pay and other benefits if she worked at his own bar. It was hard to say no, so when she took his offer she omitted his ties to the Ochetto's to Julian.

Carefully she detached herself from him, but it was no use, he was such a light sleeper. Rousing from his nap he looked over to Rosalinda as she swung her legs over the side of the bed, sitting up. The blanket fell from around her as she got up, walking out the room and into the bathroom. Julian stared at her naked glory, grinning victoriously. Rubbing his belly with contentment, he settled back into the bed and drifted off.

Rosa let the water run cold in the shower, stepping in only to rinse herself, hopping out as her body began to shiver. The cold water felt refreshing, tightening her body so she didn't feel as worn out. She wrapped a fresh towel around herself, walking into her closet. Setting her iPhone on the iHome system, Ellie Gouldings voice singing over the speakers.

Because Rosa didn't intend on returning home before she went to her job, she had to dress to be behind the bar. She took her time doing her hair and make up, changing into a slouchy knit sweater and jean shorts. Once she was done she walked back into their bedroom, at this point Julian was snoring on the bed. She grabbed long black stockings from her drawer, silent as a mouse as she slipped out of the room.

She was sneaking around the apartment, constantly checking over her shoulder as she went back into her closet. Locking the door behind her, Rosalinda felt like a kid hiding from their parent. She went to her vanity, grabbing a painted glass jar, opening it cautiously. A skunky scent drifted from the jar, revealing a stash of marijuana. Quickly, Rosa rolled a joint, sticking it in her back pocket and hiding her supplies once more.

Before going to the back porch, she double checked that Julian was fast asleep, grabbing her lighter on her way out back. She had a feeling that Julian knew that she still smoked, on occasion. But she preferred to keep it hidden from him. It wasn't worth the lecture to let him know.

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She got comfortable on the ledge, folding her legs and cracking the window. As she sparked the joint, she inhaled the smoke, careful not to cough. Sitting there, Rosa let her worries melt away. No one ever cared before about what she did with her life, it was hard to adjust to Julian having such a strong opinion in hers. Casually resting against the wall she ran a hand through her dark tresses.

As she finished the joint, neatly she unfolded her legs, standing on her own two feet. She looked at the time, she wasn't running too late. Grabbing her bag and Nikon 300, Rosalinda put on her loosely tied combat boots and grabbed her house keys, walking out the door. She headed toward the nearest Elevated Train stop, scanning her Chicago card and breezing through the entrance.

The train took several minutes to pull into the station, and when Rosa got onto the train she chose to stand to avoid sharing a seat with a stranger. The rocky train zoomed through the city, rushing Chicagoans to their destination.

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Character Portrait: Tesla Marie Basov Character Portrait: Katherine Valle Character Portrait: Julian Ortiz Character Portrait: Rosalinda Romero Character Portrait: Maxxie Williams Character Portrait: Makenzie Williams

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Julian Ortiz


The good thing about being able to keep his squad car as his own when he went home, Julian was able to park wherever without consequences. However he was able to find a legal nearby parking spot to the Mexican seafood restaurant, La Puerta, where he intended to meet with with the Williams's sisters. The dynamic pair were introduced to him as undercover agents, and initially they had questioned Julian because of his family ties to the family. Now all Julian wanted was to take down Antonio.

Although Julian would fib slightly about who was at the pier, he had to tell the agents about finding out the use of the pier to the mobsters. He knew that most FBI agents were after the whole Ochetto family, in some way Julian percieved that if he interfered he'd might be able to save his cousins. If only things were that easy.

As he faced the hostess, he told her about his reservation and she escorted him to his table. Already Mackenzie and Maxxie were there, waiting for him. "Sorry for being a bit behind, the traffic was horrible." Julian took a seat, unfolding the cloth napkin into his lap. A waitress attended to their table, "Can I get a Merlot?" he immediately asked. His drink of choice was normally beer, something he watched his father drink with every dinner and a case every night as he watched his shows. However Rosalinda wasn't much of a drinker, save her taste for wine. Often she drank the sweeter, fruitier types, but with dinner she always said to drink red.

"How's the adjustment been?" he asked, eyeing the women cautiously. Both the sisters were very head strong, intelligent woman. It was easy for some men to be intimidated by these women, but Julian felt comfortable in their presence. Growing up he was mostly surrounded by women at home, and in school had many gal pals. He felt at ease around women, and had respect for the Williams's sisters.

Julian decided to wait until the right moment them to debrief them on the situation. He had rehearsed it in the mirror several times, making sure to sound believable and not say any contradictory details that might incriminate Maria or Cole. He looked over the menu, chuckling to himself as he remembered something Rosalinda had once said- "I prefer menus with pictures, makes the options more lifelike.". Unfortunately this menu had no pictures, but brief descriptions instead.

The restaurant was owned by a friend of Julian, and Julian honestly knew what he was going to order. His wine was set in front of him, and Julian smiled warmly at the waitress, mumbling a thank you as he turned back to Mackenzie. "I recommend the Camarones Picante, it's grilled shrimp in a six pepper blend and with fresh squeezed lime juice. Or if you prefer a sweeter type, coconut shrimp with the mango habanero chile. My fiancé gets it all the time when we come here, she loves it." Julian closed his menu and sipped his wine.



Tesla Marie Basov


The day at the museum had been enlightening, but unfortunately the time came to go into work. She popped a few pain killers, dulling the ache on her stitched up foot. However her casual dosage left her with a bit of a high. A slight smile permeated across her face, it didn't even falter as she walked toward Windy City for her first official day as a stripper.

She laughed to herself as this thought occurred to her. In a way she kind of wished she had told her father about where she was working. However she wanted to be able to see his reaction when she told him. She walked into the Gentleman's club with her head held high. Some men looked at her with a hunger as she walked past, one commented, "Can't wait to see you on the stage, blondie." if she hadn't been high, she wouldn't have giggled like she did, approaching a bouncer on the edges of the wall.

"Hey, I'm Tesla, the new girl. Where can I go to get ready?" she asked sweetly, resting her hand on her hip and crossing the other across her torso. He directed her to the back dressing room, wishing her good luck on her first day before returning to his posts. The dressing room was sizely, with mirrors all over and a line of stations for girls to do their hair and make up at. A strangely familiar woman wearing a corset approached her with a dark hair and dramatic red lips approached her. "Yes! Trés perfection!" she said, grabbing Tesla's hand and making her spin.

Confused, Tesla did so, dropping her bag and turning back to face the woman, who continued. "I am Madame, I make the outfits and costumes you girls wear. You are Tesla, we met on the yacht. Antonio told me he had hired you, I told him he should've hired you that first night he met you. You my dear are a money maker." Holding Tesla's hand she pulled her toward a rack of clothes. The other strippers got ready around her, Tesla couldn't help but to admire some of them. They truly all were very attractive woman, in various costumes. One of Tesla's favorites was the leather kitten blondie who had been getting ready as Tesla walked in. Madame shoving a hanger at Tesla redirected her attention to the woman as she spoke. "It's your first day so your set won't be long, your outfits will remain simple until you have longer stage time. You will be the Angel of Lust tonight, I will give you your wings before you go on stage." Madame walked away, tending to some other stripper.

Tesla eyed her "outfit", if you could even call it that. It was bra and panties and a few added things includin. It looked rather nice she thought, and it seemed the right side. At first she looked around, looking for a place to change, but it seemed like everyone was just changing where they stood. Shrugging, Tesla did the same, neatly folding her own clothes and shimming into the clothes Madame had given her.

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Tesla picked up her clothes, walking to her bag and picking it up, shoving her clothes into it and walking by the stations where straightners and curling irons were plugged up at. Withdrawing her make up bag from her purse, Tesla set up near the blonde. Applying foundation, she looked over to the cat, "Hey, I love your outfit." she complimented. Before she began to apply eye liner, Tesla looked to the blonde, "I'm Tesla, it's my first day. I thought I'd be nervous but it hasn't hit me yet." 'Maybe that's because of the drugs' she thought to herself as she returned to the mirror.

Rosalinda Romero


3pm came around, making Rosalinda rush to work. Between traffic and running the rest of the way, she managed to make it into the Kinectic Playground around 3:30, out of breath and holding her bag close to her body. It was extremely more difficult to run in combat boots than she had expected. Her boss tutted her from behind the bar, "Youre lucky I like you, Rosa, otherwise you always being late would really get on my nerves." he said, shaking his head.

Rosa smiled charmingly, "Please Jimmy, you know no one makes drinks like me. You'll lose half your clientele, and the rest will form a drunken rage on the dance floor." she teased, hiding her purse and immediately prepping the bar. They opened the doors at 4pm, but some regulars were let in early by Jimmy earlier. Like now, Raphee, a Puerto Rican who worked as a line cook and had his first kid at 15 now sat at the bar, beer in hand. He nodded in agreement, winking at Rosa with a sense of camaraderie.

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Character Portrait: Tesla Marie Basov Character Portrait: Katherine Valle Character Portrait: Julian Ortiz Character Portrait: Rosalinda Romero Character Portrait: Maxxie Williams Character Portrait: Makenzie Williams

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Julian Ortiz


Mackenzie answered Julian about their adjustment, and Julian nodded accordingly. When she mentioned a job, an idea popped into his mind. "Have you tried at the Windy City, I hear they're always looking for bartenders." something Rosa had told him before. Rosa never worked at the Windy City officially, instead preferring to work behind the bar at Buca, but with the other bartenders constantly rotating sometimes there were extra shifts open.

Julian was thrown off by Maxxie's blunt question about Maria, a vision of her from earlier that morning popping into mind. "I haven't seen her since her mother died, she works at Buca's now I've heard. There's been rumors but I think she stays out of the dirty business. Antonio babies her too much." he lied without hesitation, smoothing over the question. He drank some of his wine as the waitress returned to the table, going around and taking orders. Julian ordered the Camarones Picante meal, handing the woman his menu and turning back to the woman. Once the waitress left, he continued, "I've known her all her life, she's not the one you're after." he clarified, setting down his drink.

A colorful, chunk salsa was set in front of the table, along with tortilla chips. Julian dipped a tortilla chip into the salsa, munching on it with satisfaction. He hadn't eaten since Rosa cooked breakfast that morning. He crossed his arms across his chest. "What do you guys have on the Piers just west of Wacker?" Julian had never heard even a rumor about the happening on the pier, but perhaps the FBI had other intel.

Tesla Marie Basov


Tesla listened to Katherine cautiously, taking in her advice. When the girl wasn't looking Tesla eyes the slender woman's body with slight envy. Tesla had never been skinny, she felt like. Thin, yes, but she had more curves than anything. She didn't enjoy excercise so she had a tendency to juggle between an extra 5-7 pounds. Katherine looked so long and slender, like a model or the other ballerina's in Tesla's classes growing up. In he advanced class there had only been seven other girls, all flat chested.

However to Tesla ballet had always been something she did to try an impress her mother, who had taken ballet as a child. Once her mother lost interest in Tesla's activities, Tesla explored all sorts of dancing. She had taken every dance class the studio she went to provided. They saw her so much they ended up hiring her, and Tesla taught her own classes. When she first moved to the city she snagged a job as a Gogo dancer, but the advertisement job offered much better pay so she retired the Gogo boots. Stripping couldn't be much harder.

Tesla applied bright red lipstick, puckering her own lips into the mirror. Once Katherine mentioned the deodorant bit if advice, Tesla giggled girlishly, turning to Kitten. "That sounds really helpful!" she said honestly, digging through her purse for deodorant. Her shoulders slumped once she saw she must've left it at home. Meekly she looked back to Kitten, "I must've left mine at home, would it be too weird if I asked to use yours tonight?" Tesla didn't have any shame asking for the favor, already she sort of felt a camaraderie between herself and Kitten.

A man in the distance yelled about some schedule of stage times being pinned on a bulletin board, some girls meandered over to check their time. She heard one mention she was going to try and make a few hundred in lap dances before going on stage. Tesla eyed Kittens ears for a moment before speaking, recollecting her mention a stage persona. "How do we get our stage name?Do we get to pick it or is it assigned to us?" Tesla asked.

Rosalinda Romero


Jimmy stared at Rosa with amusement, watching her as she poured herself the ritualistic one shot of honey whiskey before she began to work. A habit learned while at Buca. After that Rosalinda ran through the prep work. She polished the bar until it shined and wiped down all the surfaces. Checking the supplies, she refilled lemon slices and cherries, and brought a bucket of ice from the ice machine in the back to the cooler in the front.

By the time people began filing in, Rosalinda was all caught up, delivering the drinks to the regulars first, since she knew they're order. A few new faces trickled in, college aged kids mostly, her age group. She carded them when the men ordered a draft and the one girl ordered one BlueMotherfucker, but they were each of age so she served them their drinks. Jimmy came up from behind her, resting a hand on her arm and leaning forward to speak in her ear. "I'm going to be in my office, if anyone ask for me call me first." Rosa nodded in acknowledgment, counting up the change for the group. Most of them walked off, toward the low red couches against the far wall, but one boy lingered behind, smiling at Rosa. Sam, a regular, looked over to the boy, chuckling. Rosa made eye contact with Sam, "Be nice." she said simply.

Most of the regulars at the bar had a fondness for Rosa, they knew of her situation of being parentless, and being that they mostly had estranged daughters her age, they often scared off any men who tried to flirt with her. Although she thought it was very sweet of them, but Rosa preferred to take care of herself. Rosa looked to the young man, who looked somewhat like a younger Julian. "Did you need something, boo?" she asked sweetly, smiling back at him.

He shook his head, stuttering before he spoke. "J-Just your number." He took a swing of his beer smoothly. Rosa heard Raphee swear under his breath as he handed Sam money, Sam laughing as he clapped his hands. She ignored them momentarily, focusing on the Julian-look a like. "You know, I would but I don't think my fiancé, who's a cop, would like that." she said, flashing her ring.

The young man's mouth opened in an 'oh' and he nodded in understanding. "Hey, it was worth a try, he's a very lucky man." He said, walking away. Once he was out of earshot to turned to the men who had meddled in her business. "Shame on you two! Making bets about people asking for my number." she scolded, then sticking her hand out. "Now you know the drill, you have to split the profit." Raphee had almost looked humbled for a moment, but began to cackle as he patted Sam on the back as Sam placed a $10 into Rosa's hand.

Smirking impishly, she tucked the bill into her pocket. "Thank you gentlemen." she said, returning to work.

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Character Portrait: Maria Mae Occheto Character Portrait: Suri Desmond Character Portrait: Julian Ortiz Character Portrait: Rosalinda Romero Character Portrait: Maxxie Williams Character Portrait: Makenzie Williams Character Portrait: Demitria "Dementia" Lawrence

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Maxxie Williams

Maxxie sat there quietly as Kenzie went on about how they have been getting along, she just listened and making mental notes about a few things. When the waitress came around she ordered the cheese raviolis, salad, and breadsticks. As the waitress left Julian went on to answer her question, there was something off about his answer though. Before her accident she was working on the case and she did remember Maria's name come up a few times. "Hmm...interesting" she said her eyes staying on Julians, either the cop was lying or he really did not know. "That is not what I have heard but please...carry on" she was not going to share the information she has gained with the cop, especially because she wasn't sure if he was being totally truthful with them and he also said he was close with the young Occheto.

As the waitress came and dropped off salsa and chips she also brought Maxxie her salad, she thanked the waitress then took her fork and started taking small bites of her salad. She looked over to Kenzie and gave her aomewhat of a knowing look hoping her older sister wouldn't share too much information with the cop. She stayed quiet for a few minutes as she continued to eat, anyone that knew Maxxie knew that she was caught up in her mind thinking about the case and how she could get involved without her sister catching on of what she was doing.

As Julian mentioned the pier she looked up, her eyes meeting Julians' "ah yes the pier, I have notes about some possibilities of whats going on there" again she was being vague. She wasn't going to share information that ahe has been working on piling up with someone that was close with the Occhetos. "How do we know we can trust you Julian? If your close with the Occhetos how do we know that you are not goingnto go have a little talk with them after we are done?" she bluntly asked, leave it to Maxxie for just cutting to the chase.

She took out her phone and sent Kenzie a message Don't share too much. The message was short but to the point. She looked back up just as the waitress came by and brought out their main dishes. Her plate was put in front of her and her salad dish was taken away. She thanked the waitress and then started to eat, becoming quiet once more.

Suri Desmond

Suri was glad Demi decided to join her, she liked to have company. She walked with Demi to her corvette and got inside, once they were both settled she put a cigarette between her lips and lit it up while also putting on her sunglasses. She put the radio on just in time to hear the warning about the storm. "Go damn this fucking weather, it never gives us a break. Hopefully we will get business done and I can meet up with Maria before we head home. I need her to fix up my arm" she said without going into details about whats wrong with her arm.

She pulled out onto the streets and drove down the street, it took about ten minutes for her to get to her destination. She parked across from Kinetic playground, grabbing her pack of cigarettes and black bag, she looked to Demi "okay Sugar lets get this over with". She got out of her car and shut the door then headed across the street with Demi. She went inside and was greeted with a few whistles from men and women which she just ignored. She was hwre for business, though she might get a drink before leaving. She looked to the bar, then stopped in her tracks as she saw Rosalind behind the bar. Two times in one day after not seeing the girl in years, what a coincidence.

She pulled herself together and walked to the bard with confidence in her step "well lookie here...twice in one day, how lucky I am to run into you again Rosalind" her voice held a deep undertone, it held a bit of anger to it. The girl that stood before her used to be one of Suri's friends, one that she flirted with and actually developed feelings for. But the girl up and disappeared and Suri vowed to never think of Rosa again, but the girl just waltzed back into her life bringing up old feelings, some she wished to just bury again and just feel the anger that was fueled towards Rosa for her deciding to just up and leave.

She composed herself "Im here to see Jimmy, let him know Heartless is here" she said in a low voice then looked to Demi "after business you want to get a drink doll? This girl here sure knows how to make my drinks...maybe its time to play a little catch up with her" she said with a sarcastic tone. Taking out a cigarette she lit it up and waited for Jimmy to come out.

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Character Portrait: Suri Desmond Character Portrait: Tesla Marie Basov Character Portrait: Katherine Valle Character Portrait: Julian Ortiz Character Portrait: Rosalinda Romero Character Portrait: Maxxie Williams Character Portrait: Makenzie Williams Character Portrait: Demitria "Dementia" Lawrence

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Katherine Valle


Kitten smiled and tossed Tesla her a new stick of deodorant when she said she didn't have any. The fact that the girl was listening to her made her happy. Most girls would have thought that tidbit was silly or gross, leaving them to regret it later. "Its a good idea to stock up when you have the chance and keep them here, that way your always covered, and even if you decide to leave, you wont have to buy any for awhile. Another thing you'll wanna do is stay more than arms length away from the edge of the stage, people get grabby and will yank whatever they can get their greasy hands on. Unless its part of your act, you don't want to get into the crowd. Don't strip first thing either, play around, dance a little, let them imagine before you reveal. Doing everything naked can be unattractive sometimes, and it gives them what they want way too early, their desire and your tips will be minimal at the end."

When Kat heard that the times had been posted she almost got up to check, but they usually announced the girls as they went and there was already a flock of scantily clad females hovering around the board. She would check momentarily, but a quick scan of her face told her she was missing something. While she rummaged through her make up bag she heard Tesla ask her about stage names she found what she'd been missing, eyeliner. She chose to apply liquid eyeliner for the sharp clean designs she could quickly create. Answering her, she gave herself cat eyes.

"After a while you'll get the feel for how you dance, and once you think of a name for yourself, you talk to Madam. She will either accept it and take your measurements for your own personal costume, or she will send you away. It may take a few trys for her to accept it, but once she does that will be all the people here know you by, and all you will need to be known by."

With that she finished applying her eyeliner and made her way to the scheduled times. She would go on two shows after Tesla, the patrons would be well liquored by then and be throwing out their bills. Making her way back to her station she looked to her new friend. "Your fourth on tonight sweets, and I'm two after you. The times are never exact so just listen for the names. When ya go on dont just focus on the biggest tipper, work the whole crowd, and if you ever have to do a lap dance, if you get a bad feeling about someone, odds are, your right, just walk away from them." With a wink the first name was called.


Makenzie Williams


When Julian offered she try Windy City for a job, Kenzie shook her head. There was one major problem with Windy City, it was too far away, from Maxxie firstly, and the Occheto's as well. "I thought about that place as well, its just to far away for me to be comfortable. If something happens to Maxxie while I'm at Windy City, it would take far longer than if I was right down the road at Bucas, and even though Antonio owns Wndy City, he keeps office at Bucas. This way I will also be able to be around Maria as well."

Kenzie sipped her lemonade as the conversation moved forward. She wasn't entirely surprised when her sister pointed out that they had heard different. There were the subtle indicators that something was off, the way he had taken a drink from his glass just as he had finished speaking was one of them. He was good at thinking through his actions, but only a trained eye could see through, and weather he knew it or not, four were trained on him, assessing his every action to see the truth.

When Maxxie had answered the question about the pier so vaguely, she knew to sit back and keep her mouth shut, Maxxie had a bad feeling, and a bit of something was nibbling in Kenzie's gut as well. The FBI had told them they could trust the cop, but they needed truth to be able to trust. The girls would give as little information as he would give, and if he wanted to know what they did, he would have to spill first. Maxxie hit the nail right on the head when she questioned his motives, and while she was waiting for his answer, her phone vibrated. She checked it to see her sister giving her the warning she had already taken to heart

Don't share too much.


Demitria Lawrence


Demi followed Pulse to her corvette, the car referenced its owner in many ways, classy, sexy and powerful. When she got in she smelled the cigarette Suri had lit. Sometimes her addiction to drugs could be a pain, she was feeling great due to the stuff she had gotten earlier but the tobacco stick made her hunger for more. Although she tried not to, she found herself staring at it, sometimes wishing she had it on her lips, others wishing she was on Suri's.

Hardly ten minutes later the car was parked across from a place called Kinetic Playground. She smiled at Suri before exiting her car and followed her into the bar. Instantly eyes were on the two of them as they made their way towards the bar, oblivious to the wolf whistles that were being called in her direction, Suri stopped walking for a moment. Demi saw a flash of feelings dance over her face before the cool mask replaced them and she continued toward the bar, when they reached the counter, Demi heard what she had seen moments before in Suri's voice. There was something that happened between the two, she was just clueless as to what.

The next time she spoke, she gave a name that Demi assumed was their client of the evening, she also called herself Heartless, Pulse had an array of nicknames that were used in different circles, Demi just preferred calling her Pulse because it gave the feel of the woman she knew, and she prayed there was a heart to capture hidden in her tough exterior. When she asked her for a drink after business she couldn't help but smile, Alcohol was one of her favorite poisons. Listening to the woman behind the counter her smile shrunk. "Looks like things are headed that way anyway.....God its good to be out." Demitria took a bar stool for herself as she saw the anger grow on Suri's face.....she couldnt help but wonder how fun this bar was about to become.

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Character Portrait: Maria Mae Occheto Character Portrait: Skye Keaton Character Portrait: Cole Occheto Character Portrait: Suri Desmond Character Portrait: Frank Russo Character Portrait: Julian Ortiz Character Portrait: Rosalinda Romero Character Portrait: Maxxie Williams Character Portrait: Makenzie Williams Character Portrait: Demitria "Dementia" Lawrence

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Suri looked up to Rosalind as she spoke "Not a good time you say?" she took the cigarette from her mouth and put both hands on the bar and leaned into Rosa. "Do you remember when you were working at Buca's and I was at the bar with a client...she told me it wasn't a good time for her to be able to pay her debt...do you remember what happened that night doll? I sure do...I remember broken glasses and blood" she sat back down on the stool and put her cigarette back in her mouth and took a puff. She wasn't feeling very leniant tonight and she was not going to let Jimmy get away with not paying.

"This is much more then an inconvience sugar, if Jimmy boy doesn't pay up he is going to having some problems" she looked to Demi and offered her a cigarette. "I have to go take care of something...why don't you sit here and let Rosa make you a drink". She looked at Rosa "I will escort myself to see Jimmy" she then got up from the stool and walked to where the office was. She was livid, she was sick of her clients not being able to pay, first Frankie and his brother now Jimmy. Her clients better start paying or she was going to have to get her hands bloody.

Surri pounded on Jimmy's office door, she has been to his office plenty of times for deals so she knew this was the right one "Jimmy you better open this fucking door right now" she yelled. She could hear noise in the office so she knew someone was in there "I am sick of being fucked with and your the second one this week. We had an appoinment and you know I Never miss one. Open the door or I am coming in" she pounded the door once more before her hand went to her gun and her other one going for the door knob.

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Maxxie listened to Julian as he explained about the pier, she gave him a questioning look. Why would he bring up the pier then say that all he heard was gunshots but then found nothing when he investigated. There must be more to the story then he was letting on. She didn't pry though, it wouldn't really get her anywhere. She continued to eat as Julian started to explain things, she did notice him juat say he wanted Antonio Occheto in bars but no one else. Instead of interrupting she let him continue on, she ate as he talked about his past.

When he gave them the letter she read it over first before passing it to Makenzie "We will have to keep that for evidence" she remarked then took another bite from her food. It was a few minutes before she spoke up again, thinking this all through. "I understand that Cole and Maria are family to you...but what we know...and what information we have on them, they are not innocent. You may just want Antonio behind bars but we, we want them all. We are not just going after one, that is why we are going under cover, ao we can get more information to bring them all down and put behind bars" she said this all with hardly any emotion, her face was blank as she spoke.

She finished the last few bites off her plate then put her silverware on the plate "that food was excellent, very good tastes I must say" she commented as she got her medication from her bag and swallowed two pills with a drink from her iced tea. She hated taking maedication but now her life relied on it. She looked to Kenzie to see if she had anything to add.

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Skye tried to be patient, Frank taking his sweet ass time to just give her a name was slighrly agitating her. Her legs were bouncing a bit and her focus was right on Frank, not noticing anyone else that was in the cafe. When Frank pulled the flash drive from his pocket and explained that the little object held the information that she wanted she took a deep breath in and let it out. It took every ounce of her from yelling at the investigator to just tell her. Just as she was going to reach for the flash drive Frank closed his hand over it and said she wouldn't need that once he told her. "Then just tell me already".

And that was exactly what Frank did, he told her that Antonio Occheto was her father. Her eyes went wide and her heart started to pound faster "You mean..you mean that I...Skye Keaton...is the daughter of Antonio Occeto...the one known as Big Daddy?" she shook her head, she was having a hard time believing it. "That means...im related to Maria and Cole..Fuck" she stood up pushing the chair back roughly. "They must of known! How could they not...I bet thats how I got that fucking job at Buca's" she was angry, she has never felt this angry in her life. "I bet they hored me so they just could get me in the family business..." her mind was going in circles, thinking about the last few days. Of how Cole and Maria seemed familiar in a way...how Maria talked her in to not quitting. "This is so effed up...I need to go find them...I need to...I don't know what I need to do but I am no longer going to be in the dark".

Skye then turned towards the door and started to walk out, her jaw was clenched and her hands were in fists. How could her mother keep this from her? Her mother knew she worked at Bucas...she knew her father owned the place. In her eyes Antonio would never be her father even if they shared the same genes, she was going to confront Cole and Maria and then just keep away. She didn't want to be apart of the family business.

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Character Portrait: Suri Desmond Character Portrait: Rosalinda Romero Character Portrait: Demitria "Dementia" Lawrence

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Rosa had expected no less from Suri. The woman ran on no ones time but her own. As the woman leaned across the bar, reminding Rosa of the time that the crack head that crossed Suri one too many times. Rosa also remembered having to clean up the mess later. That was the thing with the Ochetto's- yea it was a great life, but there was always a mess to clean up. "He'll get you your money Suri, you have my word. Just give him some time." she tried to offer, knowing that it was pointless. Suri had already made up her mind.

Watching the drug goddess storm down the path to Jimmy's office, Rosa rushed to the phone, dialing Jimmy's extension. He answered on the first ring. "Is she gone?" he asked, sounding like a scared boy.

Exasperated, Rosa spoke quickly. "What the fuck do you think? She's on her way to your office now." Rosa warned, hearing him list a string of curses over the receiver. She knew what this meant. Wordlessly Rosa grabbed the hand gun hidden behind the bar, making sure she was out of eye shot of the red head Suri had brought along before she tucked it into the back waist band of her shorts.

Popping up from behind the bar, Rosa faced the strangely beautiful woman and tried to seem passive. "I feel kind of responsible for this, I was supposed to lie and say he was gone. I can't lie to Suri though, she'd see right through it." she chuckled to herself, standing up straight and looking over Dementia's shoulder. "Look, you seem like you don't mind making extra money. Mind managing the bar while I go try to defuse the situation? If not its cool, I'll just close it for now."

Regardless of the woman's response, Rosa would be going to Jimmy's office. Once Rosa reached Jimmy's office, she saw Suri pounding on the door, yelling threats. Little did Suri know that the ever paranoid Jimmy had an escape route in his office. He was probably long gone. Rosa approached the woman calmly. "Suri, he's not in there."[i] she tried to reason, inching forward. [i]"Please, I left Buca to get away from stuff like this. I'm sure you know his home, he won't dare let this debt last long. He has kids, he's not stupid. If you don't trust me, just do it for old times sake and just give him a few days." Suri definitely had seemed a little more distant than Rosa remembered, but that was understandable when things were left without closure.

She ran a hand through her mane of dark locks, the shiny waves tickling the very tip of the gunmetal jutting from the back if her shorts. "How much does he owe you? I have some money, maybe I can help!" she offered.

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Character Portrait: Suri Desmond Character Portrait: Rosalinda Romero

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"...I know where you belong, and it ain't with that fucking cop." Suri's words stung Rosa's heart, making her instinctually wrap her arms around herself. But Suri had a point, Rosa had belonged with the Ochetto's. While working with them, she was able to find the kind of person she was. It was her first job out of high school, traces o depression still weighing Rosa down when she woke up in the morning. Maria taught Rosa the confidence she always learned for, and molded Rosa into one of the best bartenders in the city.

Serving to clever, dangerous men was entirely entertaining, and when Rosa was first "initiated" in the group, she was surprised to not feel a lick of remorse. The there had been Suri, every night she would come into Buca's and sweet talk Rosa. They had grown close, Rosa did regret leaving things how she did, but she never knew the woman called Heartless had a heart. But Suri was right, once you were in this lifestyle, you weren't turning back. Rosa sealed her fate the night she pulled a trigger into a mans skull all those years ago.

But did that mean she belonged with the Ochetto's? Rosalinda couldn't imagine beloging with anyone besides Julian. He had just wanted to save Rosalinda where he couldn't save Maria. But had he really saved her, or just put her in a different angle to danger? As Suri stepped beside her, Rosa angled her body to conceal the gun, looking into the empty sunglasses of Suri. Would she understand why Rosa had to leave. "...I'm not sure what I feel about you anymore." At Suri's words, Rosa adjusted her stare to the hardwood floors of the secluded hall in the club. Rosa wished she could explain, could tell Suri why she left without so much as an explanation, but that would only cause more issues than it would solve.

She followed behind Suri, grabbing her arm before she was out of arms reach. "We've all changed Suri." her voice had an edge her sweet dulcet voice normally didn't contain. "I had no choice in me leaving. I couldn't say good bye if I wanted to." she gave no specific reason, letting go of Suri's arm and beginning to fidget with the loose fabric of her sweater. Maybe if Suri knew that Rosa wanted to return to work, to tend the polished bar alongside Maria. Rosa and Julian had gotten into their first fight the night Rosa quit.

She had seen his anger before, but not directed at her. Rosa had never had a black eye before, let alone from an awarded Boxer. Julian had showered her with apologies and kisses, explaining that he had just been so scared and out of control that Rosa kept exposing herself to the Ochetto horrors. He bought her presents and got her a new job, they had only been dating at the time, but Rosa had known that very little was going to keep he from Julian. From the first moment they met, Rosa began to fear her feelings for Julian, rightfully so. If only she could tell Suri. Rosa spoke again, "Julian just wants to save me." she offered weakly.

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Character Portrait: Skye Keaton Character Portrait: Suri Desmond Character Portrait: Tesla Marie Basov Character Portrait: Katherine Valle Character Portrait: Julian Ortiz Character Portrait: Rosalinda Romero Character Portrait: Maxxie Williams Character Portrait: Makenzie Williams Character Portrait: Demitria "Dementia" Lawrence

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Kat smiled when Tesla tossed her the bottle, it wouldn't be the first time that she danced high, nor the last. Catching the pill bottle she twisted the cap and took one out. After Tesla left she looked at the pill curiously before slipping it into her mouth, shed taken pills dry before, when she was a teenager her mother had her on birth control, so swallowing it was no problem.

Sitting there she looked into the mirror and wondered what Skye was doing, the loud speaker introduced another stripper onto the stage and the dull roar of the crowd told her shed have to do her best when it was her turn. The stripper's stage name was Diamond, Kat knew her, her real name was Chelsea and she was on the dirtier side, she preferred the V.I.P. room to the stage and was rumored to have a few diseases because of it.

Kat was getting kind of bored and anxious while she was waiting, she wished she'd taken her laptop with her to work tonight. She could have kept up her search for an apartment for lease so she could show Skye, Kat smiled at the thought of an apartment. The motels she stayed in were so run down and lifeless, she wanted to be able to make something her own, and the fact that this would be Skye's first experience away from home she wanted to make sure it was a good one.

When she felt the pills kicking in, she got up and made her way out to see the crowd. She wasn't there to take attention away from Diamond, just get the libido of some of their less interested patrons, offering lap dances and some teasing got a couple of bills placed in her top, shorts, and even boots. The rain had brought in more people than usual meaning it would be a good night for the girls.

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Kenzie listened as she ate the spicy shrimp that was placed before her, paying attention but not weighing too much on the cops words. Her mind fumbled with reasons why he wasn't being entirely truthful, and how could he be on a pier and not see anything....only hear gunshots? They were taking pictures, and he found nothing when he was investigating. As her sister took the route of silence once again, Kenzie decided to speak up "Is there any chance we can get the pictures that were taken that night? They might give us some idea of the times the deals take place, the location for a safe distance to observe without being placed in any real danger. There's also a chance that your fiance might have caught some information that could be valuable for the case."

Kenzie ate quietly as Julian told them about his past, and when she was passed the letter, she looked it over before folding it up and placing it in her purse for safe keeping. She smiled at her sister as she took charge once again and spoke her mind. This was the most shed seen out of Maxxie in a long time. Kenzie felt guilt sting at her stomach, Maxxie really did deserve to be on this case more than she did., Maxxie had studied everything the FBI had to offer about this case before she embarked on it, while Kenzie's information was extremely limited, and even though they were sisters, Maxxie was forbidden from disclosing information to her about anything until she was assigned on as well.

By the time that Maxxie had finished speaking, Kenzie had finished eating. After Maxxie had commented on dinner she took her pills with a face Kenzie had come to see far too often, disgust, and this time more than just from the medications Kenzie knew she hated. Kenzie could feel her sisters mistrust of the cop who was supposed to help them and it only deepened her own. "I couldn't agree more."

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Demi gladly took the cigarette Suri had offered her and placed it between her lips, a turn and a smile got her a light from one of the patrons who was gulping down his mug of beer. She really hated the way men were sometimes. Sucking down the smoke she rolled her head back in pleasure, opening her mouth to let the remnants of the deadly smoke drift from her lungs.

When Rosa announced she would be leaving too, Demi rolled her head around and blew the remaining smoke in her direction before frowning. "Get brought here by a sexy she-devil for business to get left in the hands of Vodka's Vixen who gives me free access to her bar......hmm....." After a moment of pondering a wicked smile crawled across her face. After she left Demi found he way behind the bar as her demonic smile graced many of the patrons. "I didn't know my company was so bad to keep......but hey....." she giggled before almost pouncing on one of the people lounging on the bar.

The poor female almost fell out of her chair by Demi's sudden appearance, only encouraging Demi's giggles. Sucking down the smoke from her cigarette Demi decided to play with the alcohol a bit, she grabbed the Vodka and a glass, as well as a few more ingredients that would make you think she was about to mix a red devil. The only thing is she messed with the measuring, omitted a few ingredients and added a few extra. When she was finished she smiled again and announced the name of her new drink "Vodka's Vixen," before cackling once again.

After tasting her new drink she tossed back her head once again, assaulting the air with vibrant red locks of flame, and let out a satisfied moan of pleasure. After taking a long swig of blood red liquid she turned to her "customers" with dangerously lidded eyes. The effects of her high was mixing with the liquor making her as giddy as a school girl. "Now I don't want to be a bad host....and I wont let any of you make me one. Who wants some?" Although no one raised their hand to volunteer to drink her venom, she poured several glasses just like her own and waited for the beautiful Belladonna she had arrived with to return to her.

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Character Portrait: Suri Desmond Character Portrait: Tesla Marie Basov Character Portrait: Katherine Valle Character Portrait: Julian Ortiz Character Portrait: Rosalinda Romero Character Portrait: Maxxie Williams Character Portrait: Makenzie Williams

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The sisters were no type of force to be battling against, Julian had decided. He had heard enough, all he was after was knowing if they had enough to incriminate his cousins. Feeling a sense of obligation to his late Tia left Julian torn between doing his job and trying to save Maria. They had seen right through him, he was a fool to think they wouldn't. He said no objection to them taking the letter, passing on the flaming torch through the journey of incriminating Antonio Ochetto of the murder of Arabella Ochetto.

Makenzie mentioned confiscating pictures from Rosalinda's camera, and Julian thought back to the possible camera roll; giggling babies in sweet sailor-esque outfits. However Julian just nodded, adding in "I don't believe any of them would be pertinent to the case. It was a photoshoot for a pregnancy magazine." Later, when he would ask Rosa he would learn they had all been destroyed when Maria crushed it with her pointy heels.

Maxxie, who had remained silent when Julian spoke about his ties to the family, finally spoke up. Julian watched her as she spoke, face still and her tone very matter-of-fact. He had known they were going undercover, but he had not expected them to be employed at Buca, it was too close for comfort to Julian. If what Rosa said was still true, Maria spent most of her time at the bar within Buca. If Maxxie or Kenzie were to be employed there, who knew what they could pull on the Ochetto's?

Calmly as ever, the sisters returned to their meal, leaving Julian with more questions than answers and a loss of appetite. From within his pocket, he felt a vibration, thankfully avoiding the embarrassing custom ring tone Rosa had set for when she called. "Excuse me ladies while I take this call, it's my fiancé." there was something so satisfactory when he was able to tell someone about his fiancé, it was like he was labeling MINE straight across Rosa's left ring finger. Stepping away from the table, he placed his napkin over his plate and took a swig from his wine. With Rosa there was no way telling how the phone conversation would go. He walked toward the back of the restaurants, loitering between an

"Que pasa mamí?" he said, feeling frisky as he thought of earlier that morning, before Rosa snuck around and smoked weed on the back porch. She thought he didn't know of her recreational use of cannabis, instead Julian decided to just turn a blind eye. However once Rosa began to speak, he could hear tears being held back. Her voice was wobbly, and weak.

"Jortiz I fucked up since day one, I need to see you right now." in her voice, he could hear a blend of sadness, regret, anger and, confusion. But most of all, he heard a cry for help, and as her own personal super hero, Julian had to save the day.

Her statement was vague, and like the Williams's sisters responses left him with more questions than answers, however Julian could ask her when he saw her. "I'm just thirteen minutes from the Playground, you're there?" his previously flirtatious tone had dialed back to concerned. She verified what he said, saying she had to close down the bar. She hung up before he could let her know he was on his way, but that was only because she knew he would be. He didn't have time to lecture her on manners, though, so instead he returned to the table with his sisters.

Julian picked up his jacket and turned to the ladies. "Wish I could stay and be of more help to you ladies, but I guess there's some emergency with the cake. You know how brides can get." He said smoothly, finishing his wine before setting it back on the table. "Don't worry about the bill, this should cover it along with the tip." he said as he set a $100 bill on the table, pulling on his jacket. He began to walk away before he paused, looking back to the women. "Like I said, I wish I could be of more help. As far as I know Antonio is the one calling the shots. Their family business doesn't extend too far into the family, I'd be lucky to see Maria and not be slapped. Hopefully you two can find what your looking for." and with that he left, braving the storm that raged outside to run to Rosa's aide.

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Suri's words were cruel and harsh, but true. It was the same thing Rosa told herself as she took her own time earlier that morning to smoke a joint on her back porch. At this point Rosa had thrown herself down a path that she would have to claw her way out of. When Rosa had found out that Julian was cousins to Maria and Cole Ochetto, she almost couldn't believe it. Julian admitted knowing somewhat about the Ochetto family business, but Rosa witnessed it first hand. Either way they were both trying to get away from the family, but still ended up colliding back with them.

As Rosa began to speak against Suri, Suri cut her short by smothering Rosa's words with a kiss. Strangely Rosa didn't fight Suri, instead returning the kiss with a combination of confusion and heat. It didn't last long, Suri patted Rosa's cheek in an almost a belittling manner. "You were a good friend Rosa, but things change." She said, walking away, leaving Rosa alone in the hall way.

She touched her own lips with her fingertips, the taste of Suri's lips still on her own. Rosa hadn't kissed anyone besides Julian since they first started dating. Her eyes adverted to the ring around her finger, guilt building in her gut. Hot tears began to surface, and Rosa could feel her walls around her mind begin to cave. Although Rosa could handle herself in a high pressure situation, when she was alone she had a tendency to fall apart.

Without her safety net, Julian, around to pick up the pieces, she found herself crumpled up on the floor, leaning against the wall behind her. Without so much as a moment of hesitation she called Julian for him to save her. She knew he would come to her rescue, no matter the type of situation he was in. When she hung up, she couldn't even remember what she said to him. Instead of getting to her feet and walking to the bar like she should've done she remained in the abandoned hall, trying to regain her composure.

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Her drink was gone within minutes, although Tesla wasnt much of a drinker. The pills left her spacey and giggly. Tipping the bar tender, Tesla took the liberty to walk around the floor and watch the other girls. It wasn't much after that the lights dimmed and the first act went on stage. Her name was Diamond, and although her body was a ten she seemed dirty, in a sexual sense. The men didn't seem to have much excitement for her, a lot of them looking around at the girls on the floor rather than the woman stripping on stage.

A hand wrapped around her wrist and yanked on it, making her land in the lap of a large, heavyset black man. A deep laugh rumbled out of his voice as Tesla let out a peep in surprise. "You must be new, baby. Poppa Ross likes to test out the fresh meat." he said smoothly as Tesla resituated herself in his lap. It all was so new to her, being objectified so openly, but in a way she enjoyed the attention.

Giggling, Tesla looked around to 'Poppa Ross' group, winking at a rather cute one before looking back to the man who played the role of her seat. "You'll have to wait until after my first dance. I like to keep my skills a surprise." she teased, letting her finger trace along his jaw line before standing up again and walking away before they could try to continue the conversation. She saw that Katherine had moved to walking around the floor as well. The woman had such a grace to her. Instead of walking up the girl and suggest Katherine show her how to work the floor, Tesla just kept circling the floor slowly. She would occasionally flirt with a customer, but mostly she was watching the other strippers to try and learn from them.

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Character Portrait: Suri Desmond Character Portrait: Julian Ortiz Character Portrait: Rosalinda Romero Character Portrait: Demitria "Dementia" Lawrence

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Soon Julian would be there to pick Rosa up, struggling to stand on her own two feet, Rosa was reminded to close up. She went through the tedious motions, going into the control room to cut the music and brighten the lights. The few people that lingered after the cackling red head took charge of the bar, drinking a substance resembling blood filed out grumbling.

Instead of going to the bar to clean up and put away supplies/take inventory, Rosa went into the bathroom of the bar in order to avoid seeing Suri once more. Splashing cold water onto her face, Rosa looked into the mirror, staring at her reflection.

She couldn't help but to hate what she saw.

Foolishly she had percieved that the worst part of her life was left behind when she graduated high school. Her misery had only begun, she realized. Even in escaping the hold of the Ochetto's she had flung herself into the arms of a destructive man. Anger flushed through her body, rushing color to her face. Suddenly she felt embarrassed by what Suri had said, as if the girl had tried to make Rosa feel had for trying to be out of a life filled with violence and horrors. She stood there for a moment, still staring at herself until finally she got the courage to try and face Suri once more.

As she walked out of the bathroom, Rosa couldn't keep herself from constantly adjusting herself. She primped her hair and fiddled with her sweater, trying to make it fall just right. It was a nervous habit of hers, a way to distract her nerves. She began to form her speech to the she-devil as she walked into the main room of the bar when she saw in the distance, Suri cock back and punch Rosa's knight in shining armor right in the sucker.

Julian Ortíz


Julian hadn't taken long to get to the bar with his lights on. It was an abuse of power, but he didn't care in the least bit. He would do anything for Rosa, misusing his vehicle was a minor offense. He parked dead in front of the bar, which was a towing zone but of course Julian thought rules didn't apply to him. The rain was heavy, but if he ran inside he could avoid being drenched, he figured, racing out of his car.

The entrance had no awning, so Julian had to stand in the rain as others filed out of the door, one by one. However one face stood out, a tattooed blonde and brunette femme from the dock earlier. He hadn't expected her to recognize him, but as her face twisted in a sneer and she expressed her annoyance with his presence. Julian opened his mouth to express his own contempt when he unexpectedly saw a fist flying to his face.

He recoiled back, stumbling more in shock than actual pain. There was a dull ache in his face, but he couldn't comprehend the pain due through the sudden rage that made him see red. He looked to Suri, the anger etched into every line and pore of his body. His fingers coiled into fists, his muscles going into spasms as he tried to keep his fists to himself. Although he had no personal issue with knocking the woman back a few inches, he learned that he could hurt women much easier than just throwing a punch.

Without so much as a warning, Julian took a hold onto Suri's arm- the one she seemed to be nursing- twisting it as he flung her onto the other side of the side walk. She wasn't much heavier than Rosa, who he could throw like a rag doll. "Who the fuck do you think you are, BITCH?" he yelled over the thunder, feeling his clothes begin to stick to his skin. Attempting to spit on the woman, Julian wasn't sure if she'd even notice due to the rain. Dangerously he looked to the red head that followed the woman, as if warning her to stay back. The taste of iron passed his lips, and Julian brought his fingers to his face. When he brought them back, he saw the color of crimson being washed away from the rain. He glared back at Suri, "You made me bleed?!" he neared her once more.

Behind him Rosa ran past Dementia, accidentally shoving her as she passed her. He raised his fist at Suri, just as Rosa pounced on him from behind, clinging onto his arm. "JULIAN DON'T." she screamed, pulling him back. He was out of control, unable to stop himself. If he were to hurt Suri to a certain point, who knew what Suri and the Ochetto's would do as revenge.

However Julian instead took his other hand, gripping viscously to Rosa's hair and using it to pry her from his arm. Once he was free he shoved her roughly, making her thud against the glass pane looking into the bar. He turned back to Suri, expecting that she took this moment of opportunity to pounce.