It has been quiet since winter. Only three unsolved murders in two months.
This time it started with a hockey game – the home town lost by one goal and three minutes. That’s when the Tomahawk was stolen, taking the luck of the team with it.
That’s also when the Blackhawks lost the Stanley Cup.
That night a casino owner named Gaston went missing, and the next morning another mob war drenched the streets in blood.
“Why so serious?”
The speaker was holding a knife. The man he was addressing was tied to a chair.
“Did you give it to Falcone?”
The victim was too exhausted to speak; being beaten abducted, beaten, and threatened will make you speechless.
“You know, I don’t really care anymore. I’m going to find it anyway, and you my friend are out of time.”
The speaker gestured to his henchmen.
“Make him go away. After that grab one of Falcone’s men and we’ll beat the answers out of them too. Once we get that Tomahawk we’ll have all the luck in the world! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha HAAAAA!”
Day 1 Begins –
The Falcone mob moved into the power vacuum left when the Lansky mob was broken and the Fraternal Order of Police went from corrupt cops to true civic organization.
The Joker, mob boss and general criminal in his own right tolerated the Falcone mob until the two mobs vied for control of the Tomahawk – symbol and good luck piece for the Blackhawks hockey team – with rumored supernatural powers.
The rules:
Mafia VII Rules:
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Rule 1 – If you reveal your role in the game thread, expect to be lynched by the narrators in the same day thread.
Rule 2 – VERY IMPORTANT – If you are killed, lynched, autolynched, etc. DO NOT POST IN THE THREAD AGAIN. No last words, no “Good luck guys!” in the game thread. And NO REVEALING INFORMATION. If you want to pop in and continue to chat in a ghostly manner, the place to do it is the RP THREAD.
Rule 3 – Read your PMs. You may receive a message, or be killed, and it won’t be broadcasted to the game. Read your PMs before you check the updates to see if you’ve been killed.
Rule 4 This is a game based on turns - 48 hour day phases (comic updates notwithstanding) and 24 hour night phases.
NEW Rule 5 We are using "Helgraf's Interference rule" for multiple scries. If more than one person scries the same person (i.e. Mafia VI when 3 (!) people scried Shadow on Night 1) then the results for all scries is "Undetermined" or something to that effect.
Autolynches are enforced for every two day phases without a vote. Pointing at yourself doesn't count. If you don't think you can post once every five days, expect to be autolynched. This is after all a turn-based game with winners and losers, which has elements of team work, subterfuge, and a time limit. These time limits are enforced to maintain game balance.
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Roles:
Masons - Fraternal Order of Police (Good Guys). Traditional mason role. These are the few good cops trying to turn the city around again.
Once the “Bad Guys” the Fraternal Order of Police have rebounded and now represent the honest cops of the City. Allied with the Citizens, Investigative Reporter, Cub Reporter, and the Police Lieutenant, but do not start out knowing who they are. The Fraternal order of Police does know all of its members. (Scry as Masons)
Winning the Game: The Masons win if they successfully eliminate both the Falcone Mob and the Joker’s Troupe. Additionally, a citizen can score a personal win (and a cool signature award!!!) if survive holding the Tomahawk at the end of the game.
Baner - Police Lieutenant Gordon
(Otherwise known as “Gordon”, “Lt Gordon” or the “Police Lieutenant”)
May make one Bane attempt per night protecting a citizen from assassination.
Winning the Game: The Baner wins if they successfully eliminate both the Falcone Mob and the Joker’s Troupe. Allied with the Citizens, Investigative Reporter, Cub Reporter and Grand Jury, but does not start out knowing who they are. The Baner is the only character that cannot use the extra bane (every other night) from the Tomahawk. Lt. Gordon cannot possess the Thomahawk. (Scries as Baner)
Seer or Scryer - Investigative Reporter
As the Seer you are allied with the Citizens. You may make one Scry a night and have 100% accurate results. Your win conditions are: Eliminating both groups of Wolves – Falcone Mob and the Joker’s Troupe. (Scries as Seer EVEN TO THE FOOL).
Fool - Cub Reporter
Believes he/she is the Investigative Reporter. Allied with the Citizens. You may make one Scry a night and have 35% accurate results. Will still receive a result which is 65% likely to be false. Your win conditions are: Eliminating both groups of Wolves – Falcone Mob and the Joker’s Troupe.
When the Cub Reporter (Fool) scries the Seer – it is an accurate result. However, all other scries are rolled randomly off of a chart – if it’s a 1-35% then the role is accurate, and higher it’s a specific role (around 36-75% Villager, etc.).
Lover – Bruce – The lovers know each other at the start of the game. Bruce is wanted by the Joker’s Troupe, if Bruce is killed by the Joker’s Troupe, lynched, or autolynched the Joker’s Troupe receive a one time free scry.
Lover – Rachel – The lovers know each other at the start of the game. Rachel is wanted by the Falcone mob. If Rachel is killed by the Falcone mob, lynched, or autolynched the Falcone mob receive a one time free scry.
Winning the Game: The Lovers win if they successfully eliminate both the Falcone Mob and the Joker’s Troupe. Additionally, a citizen can score a personal win (and a cool signature award!!!) if survive holding the Tomahawk at the end of the game.
The Grifter (Mole - "Illusionist/Witch"). Has the ability to alter the perceived role of any player when investigated by the Joker, Falcone, the Investigative Reporter, or the Cub Reporter.”. If target is scried, the role defined by The Grifter will be the role perceived. (Scries as: The Grifter.)
Winning the Game: The Grifter wins if they successfully eliminate both the Falcone Mob and the Joker’s Troupe. Additionally, a citizen can score a personal win (and a cool signature award!!!) if survive holding the Tomahawk at the end of the game.
The Citizens (Villagers) These are the everyday members of society. They usually play by the rules and follow the law; however, that isn't to say that when an opportunity comes along to get a leg up they wouldn't take advantage. The goal of the Citizenry is to get rid of the Falcone Mob and Joker’s Troupe. The citizens are really in the game for themselves to survive, and score the Tomahawk. You may vote once per day phase to try to make this city a better place. You want to clean up the City and eliminate both the Falcone Mob and the Joker’s Troupe. Allied with the Fraternal Order of Police, Police Lieutenant, Investigative Reporter, and Cub Reporter, but knows none of these roles in advance. (Scry as Citizens)
Winning the Game: The Citizens win if they successfully eliminate both the Falcone Mob and the Joker’s Troupe. Additionally, a citizen can score a personal win (and a cool signature award!!!) if survive holding the Tomahawk at the end of the game.
Finally – the Tomahawk
The Tomahawk was recently stolen from the Blackhawks hockey team, and without their symbol the team is winless!
The person with the Tomahawk receives a bane every other night – 1 every 2 days, starting as early as Night 1. The Tomahawk will be randomly assigned at the start of the game to a citizen.
The Tomahawk changes hands only at the death of the owner. If the owner is lynched, the first person to point at the owner receives the Tomahawk. If the owner is autolynched (!), the Tomahawk will be assigned to someone that has voted in the previous day lynch. If the owner of the Tomahawk is killed by the Mafia – the first Mafia group to order the hit receives the prize.
The only person that cannot use the Tomahawk is the Police Lieutenant (the Baner) as Lt Gordon want’s to return the Tomahawk back to the Blackhawks.
Note – the Tomahawk is haunted. There is a little extra here that is not mentioned in the rules.
The Joker - .
The Joker Troupe Devil, and Alpha. 100% scry once per night. If he dies, the Joker’s Troupe lose their ability to Scry. (Scries as “Citizen”).
Joker’s Troupe Mobster (Mafia)
The other members of the Joker’s Troupe - standard wolf role, counting towards victory. (Scries as Joker’s Troupe – Wolf)
Joker’s Troupe Victory Conditions: Eliminate the Falcone Mob and equal or outnumber the Citizens/Fraternal Order of Police/Police Lieutenant at the end of the game.
The Joker’s Troupe have two options for their night kill:
Public killing – The public killing is a message to the citizenry to stay out of the way, and accept things the way they are. Traditional night kill, body left in the street, etc. Usually very messy and a loud statement.
NEW – Abduction
The Wolves send in the kill saying they want to abduct and kill a player. If the player is not protected (baned) in the night phase – they disappear. The player will be PM’d they’ve been killed, and the body will turn up two or three day phases later.
I.E. If a player is abducted Night 1, the body will turn up the morning of Day 3-4. This is why it is very very important to NOT SPEAK IN THE GAME IF YOU HAVE BEEN KILLED. Don’t worry, the body will turn up.
The Falcone Mob (Mafia):
Falcone - .
The Falcone Mob Devil, and Alpha. 100% scry once per night. If he dies, the Mafia lose their ability to Scry. (Scries as “Citizen”).
Falcone Mob Gangster.
Standard wolf role, counting towards victory.
(Scries as “Mafia – Falcone Mob”)
Mafia Victory Conditions: Eliminate the Joker’s Troupe and equal or outnumber the Citizens/Grand Jury/Police Lieutenant at the end of the game.
Falcone's mob has two options for their night kill:
Public killing – The public killing is a message to the citizenry to stay out of the way, and accept things the way they are. Traditional night kill, body left in the street, etc. Usually very messy and a loud statement.
NEW – Abduction
The Wolves send in the kill saying they want to abduct and kill a player. If the player is not protected (baned) in the night phase – they disappear. The player will be PM’d they’ve been killed, and the body will turn up two or three day phases later.
I.E. If a player is abducted Night 1, the body will turn up the morning of Day 3-4. This is why it is very very important to NOT SPEAK IN THE GAME IF YOU HAVE BEEN KILLED. Don’t worry, the body will turn up.
Player list:
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Aemoh Alarra Alegolasly
androgial banjo1985 CultDoctor
Cult of the Raven Crysto Meyers Deimos Hellfire DemonicAngel DivaDe21 Doseki Eldritch Knight Emperor Demonking Face of Evil Fin Fleeing Coward
Frankelbert Freshmeat Ganurath Goblin Music Griever Gwyn Ap Nuud hap hazard Haruki-Kun Helgraf Iamech Inigo Montoya Jontom Xire Lavidor MattKatt Mordokai
Mountain_Faerie Mustiado Nom De Plume North PhantomFox Raiser B1ade Raistlin1040 Ranna Saint Nil Shades Of Gray
Shadowcaller Shishnarfne Telamor The Bushranger
Vavaara
Vibrant Whitehelm WrstDmEvr xNadia Zar Peter Zombie Pixe
The Graveyard
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Aemoh Alarra Alegolasly banjo1985 Crysto Meyers CultDoctor Deimos Hellfire DemonicAngel DivaDe21 Dosekix Eldritch Knight Emperor Demonking Face of Evil Fin Fleeing Coward Freshmeat Ganurath Goblin Music Griever Gwyn Ap Nuud Haruki-Kun hap hazard Helgraf Iamech Inigo Montoya Jontom Xire Lavidor MattKatt Mordokai Mustiado Nom De Plume North PhantomFox Raiser B1ade Raistlin1040 Ranna Saint Nil Shades Of Gray Shishnarfne Telamor The Bushranger xNadia Whitehelm WrstDmEvr Zar Peter Zombie Pixe
Night 12 Begins!
Night 12 Ends on Thursday June 19th at 9:00 PM Central Standard Time, U.S. (-5GMT OR LONDON TIME)
VOTE EARLY, VOTE OFTEN!
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"On time as always, I see." The parole officer looked at the older gentleman with a judgemental gaze. The man seated before him had been accused of being a mob boss once upon a time, but the only charges they could stick were the armed assaults that took place during his arrest. He took a plea bargain for that, so he got off far lighter than he should have.
"We both know that I got off easy considering the charges against me. I don't want to give anyone an excuse to think ill of me." Ganurath allowed himself to sink into his chair. He was in a good mood today, as his heart problems had settled and his parole period was almost up. Apparently the stress of his criminal history was a major contributer to his heart troubles.
"Yes... Well, it seems everything is in order. I'm glad you've been delaying your big move until after this last meeting."
"Yeah... As much as I'd like to avoid vengeful associates of the Kingslayer, I don't want to get clean cops on my case in the process."
"Good man. I wish you luck in keeping a low profile, Ganurath. I know I don't want to have to see you again."
Ganurath smiled and nodded, having finished the questions set to him in short order. "Similiar sentiments, I assure you. I was already too old for crime when I was arrested."
A few months later...
"Heave!" Ganurath pulled, and so did the other dock workers. No that he had his health again, he felt twenty years younger. Odds are he'd wear himself out in a year or two, but by then he'd probably be back in management, get himself a nest egg, then retire with what few years he had left before his heart or his surviving enemies took him.
After the loading was done, Gan rubbed the sweat off his brow and shaven head before looking off outside the docks. Crime scene. The spike in criminal activity made the locals uneasy, but left a particular bad taste in Ganurath's mouth. "Did my time..."
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((This RP is based upon a character in a fantasy novel (that some might recognize) but do not worry he is fully human and I am only using his characteristic not the character himself.
And yes much of this is taken from the intro of the book.))
The TV-screen is on, the camera and the spot-light is focusing on a man in a tattered coat, the rest of the screen is darkness.
The man speaks to the viewers with an confident smile on his lips.
"You know me" says the figure.
"You have seen my face on the news network, and you have read my articles in The Tiding.
Some of them where even written by me. Some others, well let's just say I have talented editors."
The man gives the viewers a tired, almost amused shrug.
His hair is dirty-blond and well-cut as traditional for a reporter but something about him is out of the ordinary.
"You may have heard the newspapers official reports about the war between mob and the police some time ago.
And you may have listen to stories about "the joker" and falcone gang.
You have heard the rapports. As I said before, some of those reports had my name on them. Parts of them are even true.
You have read my words and believed them. I'm here to tell you, in those broadcasts, that most of them where grade-A cow patties, massaged by the powers that be into more suitable and palatable forms.
Lies where told, both small and large, lies that have led us in part of our present sorry situation.
A situation that is not going to improve unless we start talking about what really happened during the gang war. What happened to some friends of mine, and some enemies as well."
The figure pauses, drawing itself up to its full height. It looks directly at the audience, directly into the core of their souls.
"I'm Michael Daniel Liberty.
I'm a reporter.
Call this my most important, perhaps final, report.
Call this my manifesto.
Call this what you will.
I'm just here to tell you what is really going on in this town.
I'm here to set the record straight.
I'm here to tell you the truth."
(I can handle this and my own game perfectly well, thank you very much! Don't worry 'bout me. )
It was getting dark. That was fine, Jade liked it dark. She walked along the streets back to her small apartment. Her dark green eyes glinted what little light remained, as she kept an eye out for marks. Sure, she made enough money dancing in the club to scrape by, but if she could find some poor sucker to con, then the extra cash felt nice. And if she found a man she thought looked nice... preferably with a fat wallet... well, those were the times she lived well.
Jade passed a group of loiterers on the street, who promptly cat-called and wolf-whistled her. She walked on, but sashe'd her hips coyly as a thank you to them. She was a looker and she knew it. It's what the club payed her for. AND it helped her reel in any man that caught her fancy. She sighed though. Those times never lasted too long. The sucker would get wind about her reputation after a while, or she'd get bored and start causing mischief, and she'd be back on the street in her small little apartment.
Heh heh heh...
Server them right though. Especially if they started spewing that 'true love' nonsense. Ha! She knew better... Lust was all it was, and it was her weapon when she needed it. She could make anyone fall 'in love' with her. All it took was the right personality-mask to wear, show a little bust and leg, and they were hers. She could manipulate anyone she wanted to. Well, most anyone. Jade snarled at the memory. She didn't like thinking about her 'failures'.
She arrived home at an apartment you could barely swing a cat around in, and flopped on her bed. She was due at the club in a little bit. It was a living, and she did like driving the men crazy there. The trouble that followed in her wake was delicious to watch. Like the time that one guy, what was his name Inigo Montoya? No, that was someone else. Bah, no matter. A fight had broken out over her during one her breaks. She didn't even instigate it! Well, not much at least...
She closed her eyes and rested for a while. That was later, and she was tired. Time for some rest now...
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Gray sits in a park bench, or, at least what passed for a park around here. The plants were dying, the swings and slides were rusty... This town sure has gone downhill.
He's reading a book, and comes to a part about a mob boss.
Funny, he has the same name as Inigo Montoya
Gray often forgets the line between fiction and reality.
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A lone car trundled slowly through the badly lit streets. The man driving it was obviously not drunk. That meant he probably was. The gibbous moon shone a pale white light on the proceedings.
Gwenneth stepped lightly into a pool of yellow light cast by the cracked streetlight. The light turned red, allowing Gwenneth to approuch the dusty red car. She hauled herself onto the hood, making sure her fishnet stockinged leg was clearly visible.
Half an hour later, she was walking down a different street, adjusting her bra strap. "That Haruki-Kun fellow didn't pay full..."
A man dressed in a bright red uniform, proudly wearing a Stetson, rides into the city on horseback. He seems unaware of the sheer incongruity his presence poses in this particular setting.
I am Constable Benton Doright, of the RCMP. I have come on behalf of his Majesty, King Edward VII's goverment of Canada, in search of bootleggers and smugglers who have been using our shores to illegally import goods that are banned in your country. I have also come in search of a man named Whiplash. He killed my father. ((When I meet him, I will look him in the eye and say 'Wait a minute, this is the wrong character....'))
A possibly ordinary young to middle-aged girl, Raven owned a run-down hotel in a possibly decent part of town. It was a little place, only big enough for a few, but it worked, and it was decent as a most-of-the-day job. But as many people were in this town, she dabbled in the strange and exciting work of the private eye. She dealt mainly in family stuff, but recently she had started to smell a big prize on the winds.
"Ooh, I can Smell Luck blowing my way," she said as she worked a quick husband-surveillance job for a friend, And for some reason it smells like cheap perfume...
Fin's All Purpose SupaMartz All Your Needs Under One Roof
In front of that sign stood Finoch Decano, he was approaching the end of his thirties though he was looking somewhat older, it had been a busy year. Expanding from his original store Fin had developed his own chain making himself somewhat more wealthy, and he wasn't done yet...
Welcome everyone, to the opening of the newest branch of the Fin's SupaMartz family. I am pleased to announce that there will be a 20% discount on everything you buy today and that includes the newest news provider to start being published int the city. The Tiding!
This wonderful newspaper allows every reader the possibility to voice their concerns to the world, please pick your selves up a copy today!
With that Fin promptly dropped down off the podium and, with a flurry he cut the ribbon that was running across the ornate door way. He sepped aside and the customers filed in, today was another success.
He couldn't keep the grin from his face. If even half those people picked up the Tiding then maybe some good could come to this city, maybe alot of good.
With his work done Fin made his way to his car as he does so he sees Cult Doctor on the far side of the street.
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I'll never trust you again. Even if we're on the same team. Even if the narrators tell me to.
the subtle light of steel gray dawn broke through the miasma of the night. somewhere on the outskirts a **** crowed greeting the new day. a figure stood near the entrance to the ice rink and only waited ten minutes before others started showing up. he picked up his new uniform and examined it. SMYTHE read the name on the back. blackhawks, worst team on the ice. maybe the could get a winning season this year.
"Hey joe what happened to the rink?"
"what do ya mean what happened?"
"The ice all melted"
"what? oh for the love of.....looks like the power went out last night...should be ready after noon"
"great....just great. does that happen often."
"tooo often. if it isnt some gang knocking over powerlines its the cooler breakin down."
"right. welll guess ill see you after non then."
no wonder the black hawks were the worst in the league. no ice to practice on til after noon, not enough practice time. henry went off to FIN's store chain to find some other means of practicing without ice.
A battered old car, goes through the city, breaking down every other minute. You can't see the driver but you can see the banner that says. "Vote Helgraf for mayor."
And in smaller writing. "Androginal, voting for the person above you. I don't like that."
A young man walks idly down the streets of the city, a frown forming over his face as he looks around at some of the more rundown buildings. His gaze falling upon Fin's All Purpose SupaMartz, he walks up to the building. As he enters the shop, he raises a few eyebrows as he wore a bulky traveling cloak which concealed half his body.
Finishing his shopping (which included lots of cheese and crackers), he pays for it all in cash, from a roll of bills produced from some shrouded pocket. Grinning at Fin, he chuckles, Nice little shop, I hope to see you around, sir.
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"Eins, zwei, drei... Ugh, I do not think we brought enough body bags."
The man walked slowly towards his hotel room. On his suitcase, in silver lettering, is his name: Igor Lahv. The man thouht to himself"So, this is the City, is it? Smells of crap and screaming in the streets. Still, it could be good for business. Must be lots of people in need of some hired muscle, in a place like this. But I'll need to advertise." As he walks, he brushes past Vibrant.
Not much had changed for Talen, He had been forced back to school but those jokers couldn’t keep him there for long. Once again he was just bumming round the streets of the city getting his 5 finger discount at the SupaMartz.
New players had entered the mob wars, one of them was really scary to a young boy like Talen and he did his best to avoid him. But never the less he idealized the gangsters; he had even started his own mafia with other kids from his block of flats. They called themselves the “Kool Kats” and nothing happen on their small residential block (which included a SupaMartz) that he didn’t know about.
“Hay Mackie did the kid on the 9th floor pay us his protection money?”
“Ya boss, there candy bars”
“Nice one, little does he know that its us where protecting him against”
Watching out of one of the windows he could see that is was a busy day, with people in and out of the shop, where a young man (Griever) had just come out of and a car had just broken down in the middle of the street.
So, the paperworks are ready, the major signed the immigration paper. I'm official member of the city. If I only had known before. This city seems to be a heaven for mafia and corrupt police. My Uncle researched a little bit, as I know now from his diaries but then he was killed under mysterious circumstances as I know now from old newspapers.
And now the Tomahawk is gone. Well, it's only the good luck piece for the local hockey team but I think there is more behind this.
I will visit this bar Luckys tonight and see if I find something interesting.
As Peter Zar walks to the bar he bumps into MattKatt, says sorry and walks further down the alley.
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"Bartender! Bartender!" the the young man speaks, his voice rough and broken. his eyes are red, and although he looks young, his eyes show of wisdom of many ages. in his hand is a glass, empty... he didn't seem to mind the hair which grow on his face, as he didn't shave in a while.. his sparkling green eyes looked at the bartender with an angry look "Gimmie anther shot of whiskey. and make it fast..." the bartender just looks at his direction and says "maybe you shouldn't get anther one.. you seem almost wasted.. come on old chap, lets get you outside" he helps the man get up, and then walks him out... the man then goes to the nearest bench and sits on it, still unaware of whats happening around him.
"Dang... my head... so.. no money, no place to stay, and now... no booze?! dang... I need to start doing something... well, time to help clean this city up. -hic-" He gets up and starts walking down the path, stopping near a newspaper machine and taking out a few spare bits of change. his name is written on the inside of the wallet: "D.A Argos". he looks at the news, looking at something which may help him find a criminal which he could ge tout of this city.
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A nondescript pile of clothes lies in the alleyway, covering a sleeping homeless guy, who happens to be wearing a white bucket on his head. As Zar Peter walks by, he accidently trips over the man, waking him up...
"Hey you, leave me alone! A few months ago I tried to rally the townspeople to rebel against the corruption in this city. They just walked on by, and the police took possession of all I had, throwing me in jail to rot. Though they eventually managed to clean up the town, allowing me to escape during the commotion, I still have nothing to my name except this bucket. Now there are new mobs taking over, but I'm done. Don't come to me looking for help!"
He then walks off mumbling to himself.
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"Yo! Lunch time!" Aemoh yelled out to the construction workers. For their part, they just starred back and silently left. Didn't quite care for "Daddy's Little Boy" running things.
Not like it really bothered Aemoh though, he didn't want to be here either. You know how hot it gets during the day? Not to mention the smell around here...
As he normally does during the break, he took off down the block to visit his girl. Along the way, he passed a homeless guy wearing a white bucket(whitehelm).
"Huh, that's a new one...
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Sid woke early, for once. Sleep was kinda hard to come by, too much going on at the same time. He dressed and, after a quick kiss on Allison's cheek, left the room. His brother, Cris, was waiting for him.
Ya gonna come down to the docks?
Yeah, might do me some good.
His brother just nodded. Well, I got some things ta do before work, so I'll meet ya there. Cris seemed off today, he wasn't his usual kinda goofy self. He wore his emotions on his sleeve, so if something was wrong it was usually as plain as day. Sid, however, didn't quite feel up to finding out what was up.
Yeah, no problem. I'll see ya there. Sid left, meandering around the streets. A young boy, Talen (Doseki) Sid thought his name was, had gathered his usual group of hooligans. He didn't pay them any mind, in the grand scheme of things, they were pretty harmless. The road his relationship seemed to be on, however, wasn't.
Bah, I need a drink...
Lucky's was close to the docks and was a frequent hangout for the workers there. He ordered a double whiskey and sat down, trying not to think and nursing the drink until the whistle blew. Shift was starting.
Maybe this'll keep my head clear...
Maybe, maybe not. That was the thing about maybes here, they usually didn't turn out the way you'd hope.
((I'm making up for my last non-rp filled game of Mafia! Random point, as I saw he was near the docks to.))
Barbara looked out towards the sea and incoming boats as she walked along the pier. Her mother, a non-descript woman who as it turned out had been involved in the corruption of the city, had sent her estranged daughter a message in the days before her execution. reaching into her pocket, she clutched the letter that her mother had sent.
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Dearest Barbara,
My time is short, sweetie. I know we were never close after daddy ran off and I dove into my work, leaving you to grow up with virtually no mother. I don't know if you can forgive me, but know that I never intended things to go as far as they did. I was blinded by greed, seeing as times have been tough the last couple years, and I socked it all away into an account in case just such a thing should happen. While there might not be much left after my years of extravagant spending, I leave you my house. It's not much, but it's the best I can offer my little gal.
Love,
Julie Hlaalu
She continued walking down the pier, hearing the gentle slap of the waves on the stanchions of the pier. A snatch of poetry skimmed her troubled mind as she saw a boat leaving it's slip and heading out to sea.
A boat, beneath a sunny sky
Lingering onward dreamily
In an evening of July...
She felt the breeze coming off the water and blowing through her hair, the bittersweet scent of the salt clearing her mind. She had been present at the execution, a "favor" offered by the judge, and she had been able to share one tender, silent goodbye with her mother as they looked at each other before the switch was thrown and the electricity coursed through her body. She had not cried since her father had left, and yet the salty tears had coursed down her face as her mother had died.
The memory of her mother was heightened by the salty breeze, and left her nearly breathless as tears once again slipped down her countenance. Pulling the letter out of her pocket, she gave it one last glance before letting it float down and sink beneath the waves. As she did so, she whispered a goodbye...
Long has paled that sunny sky,
Echoes fade and memories die;
Autumn frosts have slain July...
Having done what she came to do, she walked back the way she had come and headed for home.
As she walked past the loading docks, she saw one man in particular directing a crew of workers.
*Barbara walks by Ganurath's work crew*
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Ganurath paused after the the final loud, turning his attention to the woman passing by. He began to approach her, swearing she looked familiar, holding up an index finger to signal that he'd only be a moment. He called out, waving a sleeveless arm for her attention featuring a blue python tatoo coiled around the bicep. "Hlaalu!"
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((Fair enough. I hope you won't begrudge me a mirror point for Day One, Vavaara.))
((Far from it. Gives me more RP opportunity To all those who care, my active RP name will be Barbara Hlaalu))
Barbara stopped as she heard the man call her name. Turning towards him, she saw the tattoo of a python circling his upper arm. She remembered something about a Blue Python from a year ago... But it escaped her mind, as ideas are wont to do when they lie on the tip of your tongue. Demurely nodding towards the worker, she spoke a greeting. "Hello, kind sir. I haven't been here long, though you seem to know me. Have we met before?"
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Ganurath paused, looking the young woman over. No, not her... Looks like he had been more fortunate than at least one of his rivals. "I don't know you... I guess you could say I worked with a relative of yours. She would have been executed within the last year."
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Once the young man finished putting away his assorted groceries in his newly-rented apartment, he decided to go for a nice, cheerful walk in the city. Before leaving, he walks to the window, eyeing the darkening day outside and deciding to wear his long overcoat, just in case.
Once outside, the air wasn't quite so clean, nor as fresh as he'd hoped, but he trotted along, looking around constantly like an overactive tourist might when plunged into the unknown. Arriving at a bar by the name of "Lucky's", the young man decided to take shelter from the threat of rain and perhaps gather some local information.
Walking into the bar, the young man notices a man at the bar (Cristo Meyers), whom appears to be on break from some sort of work. Sitting down at the bar, the young man ordered some warm coffee before turning towards this fellow.
Afternoon, sir, may I, by any chance, talk with you? I am quite new to city life and find it all quite... flumoxing to one from a small town like myself. Oh, where are my manners, my name is Gabriel Riek Veris, though I am known as just Gabe. You are?
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"Eins, zwei, drei... Ugh, I do not think we brought enough body bags."
"That would have been my mother, signor. She was executed in connection with the Great Purge last year, when all those criminals were ousted." She took a closer look at the man. A middle-aged man, the years seemed to have taken their toll on him, though the hard life of the Docks seemed to to have left him muscular. Extending her hand to him, she spoke again. "I don't seem to have caught your name, sir. My name is Barbara Hlaalu. What is yours?"
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Tabitha bustles around the bakery storefront, ringing up customers, exchanging the day's gossip with the regulars. There had been no further contact from the comrades of the painted thug (whose body had vanished from the alley that same night). Still, Tabitha was sure she had done the right thing by taking Nigel out of school and sending him to spend the summer in the country with her sister and his cousins. Even the note from the mysterious "Shadow" wasn't enough to entirely ease her fears for her son's safety.
((Hey Lavidor, may I borrow your die? No? Well then... ))
"Everyone just calls me Gan. Back in the day your mother and I were in competition, though, I took my name from my tatoo." With that, he gestures toward his tatoo. Up close, the scales look crystalline, like sapphires. He then glances back to the crew, which was getting ready to unload a new arrival, and he starts walking back with a look over his should at Barbara. "In any case, I need to get back to work. Keeping my clean slate clean, and all that. Later, Ms. Hlaalu."
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