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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2016 23:31:11 GMT
Disguised as a fancy penthouse in the suites of the city of Moscow, don't be fooled. There are hidden trap doors, pull up floorboards, bullet proof windows, a secret basement, and many more secrets in the mafia's hideout. |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2016 10:17:30 GMT
Opal yanked open the door and sat inside the bunker, not even going down to the basement yet she was so mad.She slammed her hands down on the coffee table, causing the whole penthouse to rattle a little. Opal could feel the tension in the room. "Alright boys, let me tell you a little something. We're not going to blame this little fiasco on my ADHD again, are we? Because I'm very VERY sure that it is not my fault that I'm going to get the heat on this!" Opal shouted, through her cigar. He hand twitched and she bit down very hard on her cigar. "I...I...I don't know...I...." For the very first time in her life, Opal was scared. She didn't know what to do. She was contract to take out a girl, and she failed to do so. In the mafia, this was not good for her Outside Man's role. She could get kill, and she could see it happening. Four caps popped in through the open door, all four perfect headshots. This is how the mafia got rid of their unpredictable. Opal's hand shook as she took a seat on the couch and refused to go down to the basement. She was genuinely afraid. But her face was still and cold, her ADHD was going to make it hard for her to keep composed for much longer.
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Jeanne "Roulette," Duval
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Post by Jeanne "Roulette," Duval on Aug 25, 2016 11:03:21 GMT
Jeanne took a deep breath and slowly pushed the door open. She was trying to be brave, but she was actually shaking. She crouched behind a counter, trying to listen in on their conversation. The woman in control, it was "Chickie,", the woman who she spoke to backstage. She then heard "Chickie's," voice fill with fear. Jeanne let out a little sigh of sympathy, but it was a little too loud. A very large and tattooed man peered behind to counter to see Jeanne cowering. Her picked her up by the hood of her sweatshirt, lifting her about a foot off of the ground. Jeanne was terrified, sheet white, the blood drained to her face. Her blue eyes were wide and terrified. "Look what we have here," He snarled in her ear. Jeanne was screwed.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2016 0:37:36 GMT
Opal turned, her hands shaking in fear. Was it a hit man? Was someone already sent to kill her? Not now, she was still young, still had time- oh wait, it was just the showgirl, Jeanne. Opal's lip began to twitch, combination of her ADHD and excitement. "Ciao, Jeane. It's nice to see you again. Your a real Chickie Caincaglini, aren't 'cha?" Opal smirked, walking over to where Jeanne gives, still being held up. Opal santured over, her heels clicking ominously on the floor. Opal took Jeanne's pale face in her hands and turned her head gently cheek to cheek, examining her face. She gave Jeanne an odd look, obviously she was mentally debating, her thinking face was crude. She bit down hard on her cigar. Opal grinned menacingly and extended a hand to shake. "Name's Opal Hill. Virgina's granddaughter, sweetheart. I don't if you've heard of 'er, but my grandma was the best woman mob boss- I...I like your spunk. The only reason I told ya' all that is because I'm either gonna kill you, or keep you."
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Jeanne "Roulette," Duval
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"Hello, Mom, yeah, I think I just joined a gang,"
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Post by Jeanne "Roulette," Duval on Aug 26, 2016 10:37:49 GMT
Jeanne was surprised that Opal didn't shoot her immediately. Opal's hands were warm on Jeanne's already freezing face. She had heard the name "Virginia Hill," before and had only heard bad things with it. She had heard some stories in high school about the American mob. She wondered why they were in Russia and not in Las Vegas. The man still holding her didn't set her down and kept her at least a foot above the ground. Jeanne extended a shaking hand to shake Opal's, trying to preform a good handshake while her hand was basically having multiple seizure. Then Opal spoke about her true lineage and why she told Jeanne this fact about herself. Jeanne tried to slow her frantically beating heart before speaking to Opal, but it was completely in vain. She took a deep breath, hoping that the mob would decide to keep her instead of killing her. The cigar smoke made Jeanne's lungs heavy and hard to use, she didn't want to cough because she'd be coughing right in Opal's face. Jeanne instead stifled the tickling feeling in her throat. "Lovely to meet you Opal, you have a beautiful name," Jeanne said quietly and politely. She hoped her own voice didn't tick Opal off too much. The man who was holding her set her down and shoved her on shaky feet towards Opal. Jeanne was at least a few inches shorter than Opal, making her all the more intimidating. Jeanne gave a timid little smile and waited for Opal's response.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2016 14:16:21 GMT
Opal froze as Jeanne fell in front of her. She looked down at the showgirl, pondering. Opal bit her lip to stop it for quivering. She was genuinely afraid of this woman. What if she was some kind of mole for someone wanting to take her out? What if, behind the frightened childlike demeanor, she was some kind of hit-woman? Opal looked away, refusing to meet Jeanne's eyes. "Thanks, doll." Opal mumbled, thinking to herself. She didn't outright want to kill Jeanne, she'd done nothing wrong and it was less blood on Opal's hands, but she couldn't just let her go free either. "I...I...." Opal bit down hard on her cigar before reminding herself that she had to have the cool exterior of a hard hitting mobster. "Look, Jeanne. You see here, I'm in a bit of a situation. I'm not really supposed to uh...let you live or nothin', so I'm gonna have to ask you to stay with me for a little while."
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Jeanne "Roulette," Duval
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Post by Jeanne "Roulette," Duval on Aug 28, 2016 15:23:17 GMT
"I understand..." Were the first words that Jeanne could muster after about a minute of wide eyes shock and a few members of the yelling to "Get on with it." Jeanne was still shaking, it probably wouldn't stop for the next week. She realized that she should probably say something else. "Thank you, I'd rather not die," Jeanne said quickly. She truly wondered when she would cross a line. Hopefully it wouldn't get her killed, but probably would. She probably would avoid speaking for the next month, or the next two months. Opal was certainly intimidating, but she could see some fear in the mobster's eyes. What was she afraid of? It couldn't be Jeanne, it couldn't be. Jeanne was indefinitely the least intimidating thing in the room. Opal wouldn't look at her, so Jeanne decided to look somewhere else. All of the men in the room made her a bit awkward, and feel the need to pull up the collar of her shirt. The run over here didn't make the girls very happy. She also couldn't adjust her bra right now, but she kind of needed to. She shifted her weight and looked over towards Opal, waiting for a response. |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2016 16:20:35 GMT
Opal noticed the extremely awkward looking in Jeanne's eye. Maybe she wasn't the threat that she thought- no, Opal had learned to never let her guard down with anyone and she had the bullet scars to prove it. She could never let Jeanne go too long out of her sights, in case she someone had found a way to stash a gun on her. "I appreciate your cooperation. Now, let's see. Wanna play some poker? I promise I ain't got no eyes in the sky or nothin' like that." Opal referred to the rafters, to which mobsters in the 50's would cheat with hidden people above in the roof, much like how Opal had cheated her way into winning 150 dollars in the craps game she'd been playing earlier that night. "Eh, maybe not. I've gotta feelin' you won't play with a cheater like me. I can't help it, I like to win." Opal moved her cigar from one cheek to the other and held her breath for a moment. This was the time Jeanne could pull out a gun, caps blown straight through Opal's skull. She waited, but nothing happened. Opal took a quite breath of relief, she wasn't dead...yet. Opal took the awkward glance Jeanne took to her chest to indicate she might need some privacy. "You get to stay in my room. I'll show you around in there. I've a feeling you need a little room away from them boys?" Opal asked, taking the opportunity of sharing a room with Jeanne to give her an opportunity to keep an eye on her suspected new member.
(I can create a thread to Opal's room if need be)
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Jeanne "Roulette," Duval
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"Hello, Mom, yeah, I think I just joined a gang,"
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Post by Jeanne "Roulette," Duval on Aug 28, 2016 18:18:49 GMT
"I wouldn't mind playing a game of poker," Jeanne shrugged. "I haven't played in a few years, so you'll win either way," She listened to what Opal was saying. She hadn't heard of the "eyes in the sky," trick, she could only infer. She gave a little cough when Opal let out a breath of smoke. She then took her comment of being a cheater into regard, but she wouldn't be able to tell if Opal was cheating or not, so Jeanne didn't care much. Then Opal let out so sigh of what sounded like relief, what was she so afraid of? She watched her for a few more moments, she hoped she wasn't unnerving Opal. Then she heard the thing that surprised her most. Jeanne was going to be roommates with a mob boss. Of course it was better than moving in with the other members of the gang. She couldn't muster another word, her mouth hung open for a few seconds before she realized to close it. If she was ever going to write a book about herself, this was going to get a chapter or five, or the entire book. She let out a little squeak before forcing out a few words. "I'd love a tour,"
-Exit to Opal's room-
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2016 22:23:36 GMT
She's playing dumb. She's probably got a hand gun in her shirt or something, that's why she looked at her boobs. Guess I'll be seein' ol' Virginia sooner than I hoped. Opal thought to herself. She tended to over think things. Jeanne seemed...scared or afraid. Not something a bit woman would do. But Opal stopped her skeptics and put on one of the most terrifying grins imaginable, trying to scare the piss out of Jeanne. "Good, then follow me. And it'll just be you and me there, the boys aren't gonna follow us ladies around. And I'll give ya' good change of clothes and jazz, make ya' right at home." Opal clapped her hands together for dramatic effect and puffed a huge cloud of smoke from her cigar. Maybe, just maybe, Jeanne wasn't a threat, but an asset. If she really wasn't a hit woman, what was stopping Opal from using her? Nothing. The answer is nothing.
-exits to Opal's room-
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