Mafia:The Old School Versus The New Age O/A [Check News]

Add a law enforcement racket in the near future?

Should be interesting.	60.0%	[ 12 ]
Meh...	15.0%	[ 3 ]
We no like da po-po!!	15.0%	[ 3 ]
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[Valkore Fraust]

From the sound of it, John would have liked her father. Those were comforting words. He stopped at a light, which was unusually long. His eyes kept rolling around the streets. Overseas, this would be a deathtrap. Any road was, but this would have been a very anxious moment.

"I agree," John stated, leaning back in his seat. "Faith is a beautiful thing. But people tend to take it a bit too far." Any martyr could be respectful, as long as they weren't the aggressor. Why would a God who's so loving and forgiving want someone to invade or kill heathens? "Seasoned soldiers have the best view on religion, I think." Finally, the light turned. HQ was in view, and they weren't far at all now.

[Forbidden_Romance_KLP]

Sotto Capo
Isabella Velante

"Religion is just another excuse for violence." Isabella said as she calmly surveyed the surroundings as John came to stop at the red light. She was well aware of the dangers that they could face. She remained silent again until they were safe behind the tuscan estate gates. When the car came to a stop she exited the vehicle. She turned to John,"Thank you..." her face was passive as if their conversation never happened. "Don't leave yet, I'm going to call a family meeting. There are some matters we must attend to and we could use more muscle."

[S i c k W i t]

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Samantha ♔ Valentine

The sweet voice of Billie Holiday coursed through the air of the penthouse suite overlooking a large city, sun gleaming through the open windows allowing a gently breeze seep through. The horns echoed through Samantha's ears as she lay on top of her bed, flipping through a portfolio of a model that had auditioned for her recently. Page after page of haute couture and editorial shots, Sam let out a heavy sigh. All the models were beginning to look the same to her. Who said that models were unique nowadays. Grumbling under her breath as she slammed the book shut and rolled off her bed, the five foot seven woman straightened out her clothes and sauntered off into her kitchen for a glass of wine and a few of her favorite sweets. The tempo became more upbeat causing an involuntary tapping of her foot to start up. Something about Ms. Holiday's voice moved her like no other. A tragic wonder indeed. A swig of the pale golden nectar followed by a bite of a chocolate dipped strawberry, it was simply heavenly to her.

A loud buzzing ripped through the silence between the transition of songs. Samantha reached out to grab her vibrating phone atop the counter next to the bottle of wine and looked at the caller. A secretary of one of the other C.E.Os was calling. "Valentine" She spoke in a mono toned response. The woman on the line delivered the message that their C.E had returned from her trip and was ready for a debriefing in a hour. "Thank you, I'll be there shortly." Simple and short, the conversation has ended and the phone was already making an outgoing call to one of her drivers to ready for the meeting.

After another glassful and a half a dozen strawberries, Samantha wandered off into her bathroom to freshen up for the meeting. Washed up, rubbed down, and looking over her attire for the day, Samantha pulled out one of her favorite designer tops and a pair of tight dark blue jeans along with a light brown belt with matching knee high boots. She took her time dressing in front of the mirror, tucking the tails of the shirt into her jeans and secured with the belt. Her fee slipped into the pair of boots and zipped up over her calves resting nicely just a inch below her knee. Walking back into the far end of the closet to find a fitted leather jacket to finish her outfit, Sam slipped her arms into the sleeves and let it glide over her shoulders. One glance over in the mirror and with a confident nod to herself, she approved. A polished semi-urban look was what she called it.

Once she was finished with her makeup and hair she went into another closet to find her shoulder holster hanging up on a hook with her two Nighthawks sitting on a stand tucked in the corner. Slipping out of her jacket for a moment to pull the holster over her before placing each gun in its designated spot, the leather jacket came back on and Samantha was ready to leave. Sweeping up her phone off of the counter as well as her keys and a few other books, she made her way to the door. Turning on the alarm and closing the door behind her, Sam rode the elevator down to the lobby for her wheelman to pick her up for the meeting.

C.E.O ♔ Human Trafficking

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[Valkore Fraust]

John couldn't answer the her statement about religion. It was shockingly accurate. Answering would only have the subject burning in his mind again. Losing sleep was the last thing this man needed. Instead he nodded.

"Aye, ma'am," John stated, turning off the car. He stepped out and stood beside the door. "Just shout if you need me." He reached into his pocket and pulled out his pack of cigarettes. Green Marlboro menthol, 72's. Nice and short, he liked them. Looking down, he lit it. The sun reflected his shiny zippo; another reason to feel grateful for the Oakley glasses.

[Keiko Misaki Rp]

~~Mya Sophia Rezue~~
C.E.O Weapon Trafficking

She heard the buzzing of her phone but merely groaned wanting to throw it across the room. She had worked late last night on a 'special delivery'. It was truly wonderful...she thought with a slight smirk knowing her weapons were going to be delieverd and on time with no complications...Well except for one...but no one would remember them. At least she didn't. She thought before grabbing her phone and answering it.

"This better be important..." She murmured her voice etched a slight Romanian accent. She heard that there would be a meeting...a debriefing from the C.E.... She looked at her clock and the time she would have to get ready before heading there. "Yes I will be on time..." She said slightly annoyed that they always seemed to feel the 'need' to remind her. She hung up the phone and rolled out of bed.

As she showered she let out a brief sigh and enjoyed the feel of the nice warm water coursing over her skin. She stepped out and quickly dried off and pulled some tight blue jeans, her black leather knee-high heeled boots. She rummaged for a shirt only to decide on a white tank top with her black leather jacket. She quickly grabbed the keys to her '09 Red Kawasaki Ninja and went out the door locking the door behind her as she holstered her two Blackside-45s. "Time for work..." She said aloud with a laugh.

[S i c k W i t]

Jayden Niklesxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

The Syndicatexxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Communicationsxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

I have an offer for you....

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Jayden was situated in the conference room setting up the projected that was connected to her laptop and a wireless controller. Something about these kinds of presentations made her feel like she was in high school all over again, except with more benefits. The C.E.Os would be arriving shortly to hear of her ventures and successes as well as more other debriefings from the other associates that had information. A heavy sigh escaped her lips as the rush of setting up and the jet lag set in. Constantly being on the move took a lot out of anyone and Jayden was no exception. She called for one of the secretaries to bring her usual energy booster to keep her spirits up through the meeting.

Over time some of the associates began to file into the room, taking up their seats and talking amongst themselves as they waited for the bosses to come through the doors to start the meeting. A few came up to speak to her about small matters that she noted and had her secretary pencil into her follow-up trips.

A little time later, her trusted assistant came scampering in with her large bottle of freshly squeezed assorted fruit juices along with two pills. Taking a long swig and popping the pills in quick succession the two ill flavor vitamins began their descent down her throat, lightly touch her tongue. Just enough to catch a taste and cause her to shiver in protest. Horrid but effect.

A call came through the intercom on the table to announce the approach of the C.E.Os as their vehicles were spotted in the garage of the large headquarters. A small whisper slowly came to a eerie hush as they all looked at Jayden. A blank expression on her face as she stood in front of the board across from the large wooden table that served as the screen for the projector. Waiting patiently for the bosses to file through the door, arms crossed over her chest, Jayden leaned against board and gazed over the group that continued to murmur softly and keep their eyes out for their employers.

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...a pleasure doing business with you.

[Kaiyzen]

Bruce Maddox/DiSarrono/Sgarrista

A ********' meeting? C'mon boss, you mean to tell me ya just saw me at the bar, and you couldn't tell me then? I guess I can postpone a few errands for the boss and her pretty face. Bruce shook his head a bit, rolling his eyes as he received a text. He read over it once more before slipping the device back into his jacket. Upon putting the phone back, he dug around the lining to find his lighter. A fresh cigarette rested loosely between his lips. His hand returned to view with his torch. With the flick of his wrist, the cover lifted from its normal rested position. Bruce struck the wheel with his thumb in order to produce a flame. He held the lighter up to the tip of his smoke, pulling air into his lungs to get it started. The ember glowed a deep orange as he did so. A thick dose of smoke expelled through his nostrils after the initial drag. Another flick of the wrist brought the lid back over to extinguish the flame. He returned the silver plated zippo back to the confines of his pocket.
Enjoying a few drags of his cigarette, he scanned the area around him. Bruce had an eye for scumbags trying to put a bead on him. Also, he was sure to watch for those trying to trail him. Granted he was not the most notorious drug dealer in history, he still had some weight behind him. The law enforcement were not strangers to Bruce. It was not uncommon for him to be tracked, but he was sharp enough to keep one step ahead. Once he convinced himself that the coast was clear, he headed in the direction of where the meeting would be held. Keeping his head tilted down a bit, he strolled through down the sidewalk. He brought the cigarette up to his lips for a drag or two ever so often.

[Valkore Fraust]

John stepped out of his car. He tightened the velcro straps on his leather gloves and stood beside the door. The sleek black Chrysler had a perfect wash. Any light would reflect from the black, glossed paint. His eyes scanned the gate ahead, watching for anything.

[********] John muttered under his breath. He was bored. Part of him was wishing a pickup truck loaded with armed men would pull up. The man never shut down and was always on alert. If only he was never bored. His hand slid into the pocket of his tailored jacket and slipped a cigarette into his mouth.

[Skeetch]

Jacob Michael DeLuca

'Jack of all trades"

The large metal doors to the warehouse were open slightly, and from within echoed various sound of drilling, sawing, welding, accompanied by music and singing. This was Jacks 'place of work'. Jack loved motor vehicles. Not just cars, but anything from cars, motorcycles, tricycles, busses, boats, aeroplanes, choppers, trucks. He had a license that let him drive them all. All but his pilots license. But he had a fear of flying so that wasn't that big an issue for him. But anything else on land and sea he could drive and fix. This warehouse was a large shell of a building on a small industrial estate by the docks.The only places that were around were loading bays and storage for other private companies, so Jack was in a place where everyone kept to themselves and daren't poke their noses about in one another business, which was pretty handy seeing as he was helping the Mafia!

Jack was laid on the cold concrete floor under a jacked up dodge interceptor that had been stolen taken for a joy ride crashed and abandoned down town. Or so Jack assumed. It was a police car, so first thing he did was remove the I.D of it so it couldn't get traced to his position. If you went into the warehouse at that particular moment in time you wouldn't believe how totaled it was before Jack salvaged it. Usually Jack would steer clear of the police or any law enforcement vehicles. But it would be silly for someone in his position to not have one, well that was Jacks reasoning for it anyway.

Jack rolled out from the underneath of the car and stood up dusting off his overalls with his dusty, mucky hands, before picking up a cigarette from the packet he had in his tool box and lighting it. He then stood there for a few seconds admiring his hand work. Of course he couldn't test it anywhere because he'd be caught with it and would be in trouble, which would then put his boss in danger also so he had to wait till night fall before being able to take it for a spin around the estate. Unfortunately for him. He was like a boy with a new toy that he had naughtily opened a day before christmas. He exhaled smoke and tapped the excess ash from his cigarette and wit his fore arm wiped the sweat from his forehead, before turning to take a walk outside to see if anything around him was occurring. He wasn't expecting much, which reinforced his safety at that location.

[[Fixer of the DiSarrono Family]]

[S i c k W i t]

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A quiet hum of an air conditioner echoed through the long corridor of an new refurbished villa, decorated with lavish Italian paintings and artifacts from grateful associates and the like as well as acquired by not so tasteful means. A figure made its way down said corridor, a long maxi dress loosely draping her body as she seemed to glide along the floor like the ruffling fabric. Her hair tied back into a long messy ponytail. There was an air of grace around this woman as she walked. Streams of light speared through the cracked blinds casting speckles of light across one side of her body. One stream lit up a small scar that ran down the right side of her cheek and continued along the right side of her body. A reminder of the world she lived in.

Coming to a pair of open door, the woman turned out into the brightly lit garden with a man standing next to a lounge chair with a tray and a cell phone in hand. A look of disgust crossed her already disapproving face as she took the device from the man."Si?" Her tone was harsh and sharp, giving off that she was displeased to be interrupted from her small time away from the craziness. It was an update of the actions of her subordinates. After a few minutes of the run down of the activities thus far, a small sigh escaped her lips and she spoke again."Grazie. Tenetemi informato." The phone was placed on the tray and the man walked away briskly.

There she stood, the Capo Crimi of the DiSarrono family. Donatella DiSarrono was in no mood to deal with the traitors at the moment. A bit of relief came knowing Isabella would be handling that problem promptly. It seemed ever since the Syndicate started to branch out into their territory there have been more and more dishonesty rearing its ugly head. Her eyes gazed lazily over at the lounge chair that quietly whispered to her, to comfort her. How nice it was to be able to get away for a few days on the eve of the anniversary of her late husband's death. Drinking away the pain and memories without the prying eyes of the family in order to keep from seeming weak, it did wonders.

A swift stretch of her neck to the right and left and arching her back slightly released the air in her joints, leaving a small warming sensation trickle down her and quickly fading away. "So long Dante." She spoke in a soft tone, her gaze resting on a statue that stood in the middle of the garden. Donatella turned and headed back into the villa and towards her large master bedroom in order to change into her usual work attire. A pant business suit accented with light blue accessories. She pulled the hair tie from the tangled mess and let it flow over her shoulders and back, running her fingers through the strands a few times before it retained some sort of tameness.

The sound of her heels clicking on the hardwood floor echoed all the way into the garage where her driver waited ready to take her back to headquarters in time for Isabella's question of the traitor and perhaps scare some more information out of the rat.

[S i c k W i t]

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Samantha ♔ Valentine

Her hazel eyes were shielded from the rays of sun my a pair of designer sunglasses gifted from a client who graciously thanked her for time. One of the few perks of her side of the business. Samantha could be more personable than the other C.E.Os. It was one of her many talents after all. The warmth of sun beating in from the open window pinked her cheeks as she stared out at the passing scenery. So many buildings and busy bodies hurrying off to their own place. It tickled her to think she could have been on of these unknowing and unsuspecting bodies. The luxury and ease of her job. A soft chuckle passed her lips as she let the window roll up and shield herself once again as they continued to their destination.

-Twenty minutes later-

Samantha's car pulled into the secured garage underneath the large corporate office building. In all honesty it was a lot of unnecessary space for them, but Samantha insisted that they have such a large place. Dream big. She always loved to be extravagant especially if you could afford it. It would be paid off sooner than later as their businesses had been succeeding better and better with every passing month with a few hiccups here and there of course, but with the new shipments coming in as well as the new connections she assumes were made by Jayden, things were looking up again.

Entering the underground elevator with two of her escorts waiting for her, Samantha removed her blazer and rested it over her forearm as the doors shut and began there ascension to the top floor where the conference room would be filled with Jadyen and the other associates. The men stand beside her looked straight forward as the entire time. Letting out a small sigh before they reached the designated floor, Samantha spoke softly. "You guys could loosen up a bit. No one died.Yet." A soft chuckle as the doors open and she stepped out and into the hall and made her way to the larger doubled-doors and swung one open to see the room filled already.

Quietly making her way into the room and looking straight ahead on her way to her usual seat, Samantha draped her blazer on the back of her chair and settled in. She nodded to Jayden as a gesture and a small smile to the others before crossing her legs and resting her folded hands on the table top waiting for the presentation to start.

C.E.O ♔ Human Trafficking

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[Kaiyzen]

Bruce Maddox/DiSarrono/Sgarrista

Bruce continued making his way through the bustling sidewalk, weaving between the civilians that crowded the cement path. He seemed to blend in with the crowd, a well dressed gentlemen among a slew of individuals. His outside appearance was nothing but ordinary. He may be one of the small percentages that roam about packing a decent sized pistol to bring some understanding to the scum, but he kept that well under wraps. Bruce casually reached around to his back side, feeling around to the approximate spot where his firearm rested between the small of his back and the waistband of his pants. He made sure the weapon was concealed by his jacket. He ran his hand along the material in order to smooth it over his gun. He would hate to arouse suspicion of an onlooker or possibly cause a seen with the heater on display. Even allowing the handle to hang out would be as bad as waving it around in the air to squeeze out a few rounds. It would be like having a sign above his head reading 'Hey I'm a ********' wise guy.'

Bruce brought his cigarette up to his lips for a final drag. It had burned down nearly to the speckled filter. As he took in a thick dose of smoke, the cherry singed the middle knuckles of his index and middle fingers. A bit of heat reached his lip as well. It was about time he discard it, which he did by flicking it into a sewage drain that rested along the edge of the sidewalk. Letting out a sigh, he brought his head up a bit to take in some of the scenery he had been passing. His eyes drifted from one individual to another, no one worthy of taking a mental note. His mind wandered along with his body.

I wonder what this fuggin' meetin' business is all about. This better be good. I still gotta set up with anotha' supplier. Gah, I wish they woulda listened to ole Brucey about that mo mo they kept dealin' with.. I tried to warn em, he was no good. No count for nothin'.

[Keiko Misaki Rp]

~~Mya Sophia Rezue~~
C.E.O Weapon Trafficking

Mya pulled up to the headquarters and removed her dark black sunglasses as she turned off her motorcycle. She slowly got off after noticing the other C.E.O's pulling in. Some of them escorted by body guards...She smirked slightly as she thought about what good they were in her case. She would rather do the killing herself just for the satisfaction. The looks on their faces when she held the gun. She shivered shoving the thought from her mind.

As Mya looked around she knew she wasn't the last to arrive as she got off her motorcycle and headed into the building. Her eyes lit up with excitement as one of her men handed her a coffee. "God you know me so well." She said with a soft note of appreciation before heading to the elevator. She dreaded meetings the idea of sitting in a room listening to people go on and on...but then again maybe something good would come of it. Business was 'booming' after all. She thought with a soft chuckle as the man beside her stiffened she smirked.

The elevator soon came to a halt and she began her way down the hall to the room where the meeting would be taking place. Mya slowly took a sip of coffee as she made her way to her seat. She nodded towards Samantha one of the other C.E.Os. It was better then a hello at this point with everyone sitting around waiting on the C.E.O's, best not to keep them waiting. Mya looked over at Jadyen wondering when this meeting would finally begin as she eased back in the seat getting comfortable. She had things to steal, weapons to sell, people to kill. All the good fun on a normal work day.

"...I see the fear within your eyes, its what that drives me to pull the trigger..."

[Skeetch]

Jacob Michael DeLuca

'Jack of all trades"

Jacob stood with the breeze refreshing his warm mucky person smoking his cigarette as he leant up against the door of the warehouse he owned and worked in. He scoured the area before him to seethe usual, big burly men, loading or unloading stuff on to or off of the back of trucks or lorries. He smiled glad that his boss had muscle to do that for him, he only had to organize and drive it, and even that wasn't all the time. The familiar sound of a ringtone of his phone echoed through the warehouse to his ears. Flicking the cigarette butt after taking the last drag and exhaling the smoke as he turned to walk inside to answer his phone. It was one of his contacts. "Danny...yeah I'm fine thanks yourself? Good, to what do I owe this pleasure? Right...No I'm good mate, yeah we've got someone who can help us with that. Well I 'spose it won't hurt if I take their name and details no let me just grab a pen. Right shoot." Jacob took the details of the man his friend Danny was ringing up to tell him about. Jacob had contacts all over the state, as he couldn't keep a eye on everyone who could be helpful that came in or out of the city, and to him the city wasn't that big, so he thought it useful and beneficial to have contacts outside the borders of the city that would be helpful to him and his boss. Danny was one of his 'eyes' as Jacob called them. His 'eyes' informed him of anyone who could supply anything to him or the family, or just as importantly, hide and get rid of anything. That was all they did. Once they passed the details to Jacob, it was out of their hands. What happened with Jacob and them was none of their business anymore.

Jacob kept it this way so if his eyes were caught they wouldn't have any information on what happened between them. They only contacted him via phone or email, which the addresses and numbers changed quarterly, they never met face to face so they wouldn't know what he looked like or where he was. These five were very beneficial to Jacob for keep his job. In this instance Danny had rang to inform him of a person who had a few weapons available for sale. He was new to the province let alone the city, so Jacob was weary of passing his details on further, because as far as he knew the family already had a supplier for arms, and even if they didn't he'd be weary of informing them of this new person without doing a background check and a meet.

Jacob then went up to his office which was a room, much like a vip box at a sporting even, accept it was supported by scaffolding and had a fire escape staircase leading up to it. It looked very unstable and shoddy on appearance, which was good because it put people off wanting to go near it because of it looking so unsafe. But it was deceptively stable., people thought he was mad to have his office atop such a seemingly unstable structure, but he was clever to do so as it kept people away. In his office was a master computer. It had a database of all the family, the suppliers, ex suppliers, enemies, people to steer clear from getting supplies from and so on. It had surveillance of the warehouse and the surrounding estate, and his home. It was full of information and software for hacking, storage and so on.

Then there was a table that was visible from the window that was full of phones and books of contacts. Different phones for different people. A number for family and friends, a number to be contacted on by 'the' family, and phones for certain suppliers. He picked up the phone he used to contact his arms suppliers and rang the number that Danny had given him to arrange a meeting to check him out, if he was worth passing his details to the family.

[[Fixer of the DiSarrono Family]]

[S i c k W i t]

Jayden Niklesxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

The Syndicatexxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Communicationsxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

I have an offer for you....

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It wasn't much longer for the first C.E.O to come trotting into the room. Samantha was usually the first to come into meetings. Shortly after Samantha was Mya promptly taking her seat as well. Her gaze shifted to her laptop resting on the table top and looked over the images that resided on the screen. Everything was ready and waiting to begin. A quick glance up and the room was filled with the remaining C.E.Os. A hush murmur from the projector was the only sound heard while everyone waited for her to speak.

"Good afternoon everyone and thank you for coming today. This won't be too long of a meeting. Without further to do, I'll begin."

The projector flashed a green light and the first slide appeared on the screen. Jayden stepped to the side to keep out of the way of the screen and from blinding herself. It was a simple yet well organized presentation showing the newly acquired locations of businesses she had made connections with pertaining to the areas the C.E.Os specialized in. Samantha two new clubs had finished furnishing and was ready for opening as well a shipment of men and women to be looked over for work in the clubs. An assistant handed out portfolios for the new attained possessions for her to look over on her way to the clubs.

For Mya's area of expertise Jayden had strengthened ties with some dealer in South America who had not been too keen in dealing with them at first as they had been in good terms with the DiSarrono family. Jayden was nothing short of being persistent when she wanted to secure a connection. A few cargo ships filled with explosives, firearms, and the like should be arriving within the hour for Mya to inspect and approve of. Another assistant handed her the manifest and set of keys to the dock for her to come and go as she pleased.

Jadyen flipped through the slide as a slower pace as she went over the numbers for the last few months, showing a steady increase in income in each of their areas with smalls dips during rough patches. The usual police raid or confrontation between turfs would always happen and easily overcome. Nearing the end of the presentation, Jayden received a text from one of the associates claiming that one of their weapon suppliers had been taken away by the DiSarrono. The message was unwelcomed and had to be dealt with sooner than later. Jayden wrapped up the meeting as usual, assigning a few tasks to the other associates while she closed and turned off her equipment.

She dismissed the meeting and waited for the underlings to walk out of the room before stopping by the C.E.Os to inform them of the small predicament.

"It would seem that one of out not so faithful weapons dealer has been dealing with the DiSarrono and so happened to be taken away. I guess they don't like sharing too much. Should be send a message or we just going to let this go for now?"

The question was more so directed to Mya as she was the weapons specialist of the four of them.

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...a pleasure doing business with you.