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Post by Melody Arachne on Feb 21, 2007 16:21:35 GMT -5
"There might be some clean stuff in the store room, Taito, no tellin' if it'll fit ya or not ... hey you gonna finish that burger?"
She reaches over the table, pulls the plate over to sit next to her own empty one. "Nah, I don't work here, I just help out now an' then ... like findin' new entertainment." She gives Leon a curious look. "What exactly were you thinkin' of renting her for, anyway? Do I even want to know?"
"Lemme finish eatin', and we'll check out the table. Most of the time we're short on sticks. Deader attacks an' all, you know."
She chuckles and shakes her head at Vito. "New life, huh? Bet Italy's lookin' pretty good right about now ... I thought all that Italian protection racket was just hooey. They really do rub out folks, huh? Just like in the movies?" She grins. "Must be a sweet job. Is there a dental plan?"
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Post by Vito The Don on Feb 22, 2007 9:56:55 GMT -5
"We have to have dental", he replies" Most of the time thats how you identify a body". He looks at the others. "So where were you when this happend"? He glances out the window, in a quiet voice he says " I was in Miltown at my penthouse. I look outside and see a building 5 blocks down explode. The next thing I know my Cappo comes in and tells me to grab my guns, some cash and head for the heli-pad. We almost made it too, we were at the edge if the city and the military shot us down. I landed on a nearby rooftop while my brother, son, wife and cappo plunged to their death.
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Feb 22, 2007 12:22:33 GMT -5
Leon looks over at Vito and says "Of course. I never saw a mobster with bad teeth and how many times must they have been pistol-whipped in the mouth, eh?" Leon stops and looks Vito over. "THE Don Vito Corleone. Here in Hell. Ah, how the might have fallen, eh, don?"
Leon's eyes return to Melody and he looks from her chest to that of the dancer and back again, deciding that yes, living ones are usually better. "I was going to rent her for, ah, a party. Yes, a party. Friend of mine, see. Needs...entertainment." Yes that was a much better alibi....
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Post by Magatsu Taito on Feb 22, 2007 19:38:45 GMT -5
Taito opens his mouth, but then decides against it. He looks at Vito cautiously, then says "I don't think we've meet in person, but I'm quite sure you hired a bunch of pirates to take care of a ship for you some time ago. I thought i heard your name mentioned at least..." He shifts his weight on the chair, and stares at Leon for a bit. He gets up from the chair, and asks "Hey, Leon. You look like you could use some new clothes as well, why don't you tag along and see if they got anything that's better than these rags we're wearing" He gestures at his clothes. "I'll go ahead while you make up your mind, don't think about it too much though, or I'll get all the good clothes"
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Post by Vito The Don on Feb 22, 2007 21:26:09 GMT -5
" I seem to remeber a ship, an old Russian freighter, by the name of the Ivana Spektor, were you on it? The captain lost 4 shipments of herion off the coast fo africa. I talked to some of my contacts who hired triad to head the operation. The whole thing was a setup, I carefully told the rumor to the right people. I guess you guys took the bait."
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Feb 22, 2007 22:26:01 GMT -5
Leon looks down at his skirt, straightening it out gently and adjusting his socks, then meets Magatsu's eyes with a wink. "You want to be alone in a store room/supply closet with me, do you? Oooh, kinky even compared to what I'd do to Melody. Well sure, big boy, let's have a go!" His eyes glitter and he seems very blonde, valley girl, and playfully trampish as his head leans in slightly and shakes or tilts with each word of his last sentence. "go" is especially animated.
He grins and skips off toward the supply cabinet as sexy and girly-man as he can be, playfully hollering "Melody, oh Melody, girl with the only living breasts in the building, aren't you coming?" He vanishes into the little room like a mischievous sprite, and around the corner they heard yet stranger words from him than they'd met so far. "Oh, and Mel ,bring a pool cue with you, if it's not too much trouble! Broken is fine, dear! Weeee! SHUT UP, Samantha!!"
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Post by Melody Arachne on Feb 23, 2007 2:17:13 GMT -5
"You know, you really do have to wonder if they were this odd before all the dying and coming back and being eaten and whatnot..."
"So you got all these connections, Vito ... you have a backup plan? Know a way past the barricades? Know where I can get my hands on semiautomatic weapons?"
Melody shakes her head, clearly bemused, and finishes off her burger. "I don't think the store room is big enough for all of us, guys. Er ... not to mention, um .. the other girls, there." She picks up her plate, stands and heads for the bar. "Why don't I see about gettin' us some music going? Any requests?"
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Feb 23, 2007 8:03:13 GMT -5
Crashing noises come from inside the supply closet, and after several moments a quite haggardly Leon emerges, sweaty and heaving. "That bitch can really scrap...", he aims a thumb back over his shoulder at the closet. He slides down the wall he's leaning on and lands, eventually, on his face.
A barbie, possibly the aforementioned "Samantha" stands in the doorway, hands on her hips. This one's missing an eye, and looks crazier than him. She also looks about 7 inches tall, has a bandolier of her own with miniature ken dolls, and a shotgun.
Leon's skirt has fallen up, and his blue's clues briefs are exposed to daylight.
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Post by Vito The Don on Feb 23, 2007 10:44:03 GMT -5
"There was a PD about 6 blocks south, but I only managed to get 3clips and 2 pistols. My plan was to get to a apartment building and barricade myself in the upper floors."
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Post by Magatsu Taito on Feb 23, 2007 16:05:03 GMT -5
Tatio looks out over the head of the doll with a frightened look on his face, he is now wearing a white t-shirt and a dark blue pants, the kind that a painter would wear, there is also a few paint stains on both pants an t-shirt. With the scruffy hair, and a few more improvised dreads he looks vaguely like a Jamaican painter... "Well, at least it's better than what i had before. A jacket would have been nice though..." He says as he carefully walks past the doll. He sits down at the table once again. "I'm not really happy with being here with you.." He says starring at Vito. "But i guess if the Captain lost something that was yours he had to pay... The fact that nobody except me survived seems like overdoing it a bit though..." He gets up and starts walking around a bit. "Maybe i should go and try to find my stuff, is the harbor far from here?"
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Post by Melody Arachne on Feb 24, 2007 8:22:52 GMT -5
"Got no idea how close we are to the harbor, but hell, it's an island innit? How far could it be? One problem though ... we're not exactly free to move about the cabin, if you get my drift. You mighta missed it, dude, but we're trapped here. Like rats."
Mel chuckles at the doll, laying a hand over the revolver next to her on the table. "You know, that's funny, but if that creepy-ass thing starts movin' on its own I'm gonna ventilate it, okay? Once upon a time I woulda been sure it was a trick, done with strings or somethin' but ..."
"Who knows whst the hell that revive juice can do? You guys ever tried it when you're not dead?"
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Feb 24, 2007 8:23:42 GMT -5
Leon wakes up slowly. He comes to and immediately smashes a window, flashback to his former life as an aparently insane man, but finds only two-by-fours will meet his fist. He withdraws it stoically, eyes resting on the one he broke. He knows he is a stupid man for injuring the barricades, and he prays their forgiveness as he hammers another into place.
When he turns back to the bar, his former quietly insane animosity returns and a predatory, demeaning eye finds Magatsu, then Melody, then Vito. He sneers, but sobers himself, shaking away the growls and snarls he'd love to display publicly. His breathing slows instantly, and Leon appears disturbingly calm, having shucked his insanity in under a tenth of a second.
"Vito, with your means, you surely could have escaped already. A bazooka could free you, though you would spread plague to the outside, and the military would kill you as the first to breach. Surely a don, famous for contempting contemptible enemies, would find a way to win even that war, though. Why are you so mortalized, a king become a peasant?"
Leon moves his eyes to Taito, curiously. He wants to know why this man is a loner, and why such a loner would ever have found family. "Magatsu!! You are familiar with hand-me-downs. He says "Magatsu!" with the proper intonation, knowing he is addressing his friend by his family name, and provoking him to admit his shaming independent streak, as well as his over-compensation.
Leon means no harm by these comments, he simply searches, his eyes, words, and instincts feeling far into the given responses. He pierces them, each one, as he meets their eyes, as only the insane can do, and with cool, clear, wide waiting eyes he provokes each one. Every action is for a purpose, and the most keen, even the most keenly obvious, are designed to give Leon more insight than the host cares to deliver.
As if addressing a thousand or a hundred thousand, Leon's voice expands, his body remaining prone despite the disrespect this would provoke from true enemies. He knows these men are not his enemies. He knows they will recognize a sanity from afar, whatever it's quirks.
"My friends, high and low, we are all equal here. Some of you are hurt by it. Overcome this, for your leadership finds it's best use in these years of desperation. Build your empires coming. As for those of you who have no will except to break cliches and trends, let me tell you that all are broken, and all that is left to you is the most piteous task of training the world to be wiser than the market that would have consumed it, did consume it, even, until recently." Piteous is uttered with great sarcasm, Leon nearly spitting the word.
He knows that everyone here is passion, fire, ice, hate, and a deepest love, than many outside these Malton walls will never know unless they all live. Leon seeks only to provoke the great to greater heights, and most are great. They just never know it.
"Melody, on the other hand," he grins hungrily, not without a sinister touch as his head turns toward her and black pupils rest on hers, "is quite the waitress. Melody, would you please bring us all a steak? I won't ask where mine is from, and perhaps they won't either, if it's seasoned and prepared right-proper. The bartender knows my tab, and if he wants more," he pauses as he glances to the burly assh**** that "forgot" to properly taint his drink. "tell him I have other things of value. He will be compensated"
The Silverblood's eyes turn curiously to Don Vito's, knowing the don could and would pay his own way, but knowing also that any man so wise will accept a courtesy, as it is a courtesty. His eyes also meet Magatsu's, to say "Thank you for your unbidden hospitality. Choose a drink instead, if you are not hungry." Finally, he turns to Melody, his eyes lowering involuntarily as he feels his tongue move around inside his mouth, licking his teeth, his lips from behind, and he swallows, then moves them back to the bartender.
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Post by Melody Arachne on Feb 25, 2007 0:15:41 GMT -5
"Waitress? Oh I know you din't just call me a waitress."
She stands, hands on hips. "Do I look like a waitress? You see an apron? Hunh? And damned if I want a tip from anything in this town..."
"Hey, you know why hookers like lepers?"
"They always leave a tip!"
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Post by Padre Romero on Feb 25, 2007 0:38:41 GMT -5
A man enters, he's covered in every possible putrid perfume the city can offer. His body is caked in blood (Whos isn't these days), but his hands looked like they've been doused in oil and gasoline. His face looks like an oil soaked rag covered in what could only be sewage, and his tight-fitting clothes (though normally black), have taken on a slightly greenish hue. His graying hair is fleck with asbestos and...you're not quite sure...some kind of smoking red paste. "Well, Well, I see the hole of the city hasn't quite caved yet!" He says, closing the door behind him and standing in the middle of the room. He seems absolutely elated dispite his condition...his voice sounds like cured leather soaked in brandy. "Can anyone here dig up a speck of brandy...mine's all tapped out...am I shafted?" There's something very odd about his choice of words...he seems like a man with a concussion or a very strange sense of humor...you realize why he's so happy...he seems to be laughing at you.
"Well, I thought the city had hit rock bottom...but I'm far from stone dead...cert ian ly Ive found some here who stilll has that old maltonian fighting spirit...quite ready to rock and roll are we?"
He hardly seems to be talking to be talking to anyone in particular, just doodling a little design on a table and talking to himself....
"And of course, there's blood on the streets..but no property to buy...the old maxim isn't the same, the only thing we've got is the gun, and naturally ally al al el et em em temtemterieleltemmene..."
He babbles softely to himself and stares at the celing...
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Feb 25, 2007 8:05:00 GMT -5
Leon stands, dusting himself off and casting an "eat s*** stare at Samantha. He saunters over to her, picks her up by her haughty little polypropylene hair and wings her casually to the Padre. "You're not the waitress? Well I guess we're out of luck, then. Bar bender, fix us up some[thing like] steaks, please. Fellas, you'll have to serve yourselves, unless Melody would like to earn hers by donning an invisible apron. Oh, she's so much fun." He spends a full second taking her posture in, eyelids lowered as he looks at her askance, his focus ostensibly on the Padre and Samantha.
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