Star Crossed | A Gang Role Play | Accepting | Open

[Vrosfeer]

Maddelena huffed, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear as she collected her purse and some papers. The Don had excused her shortly after reading over some of them and said nothing more on the matter, signaling that he was done with her. There were still some matters to attend to though and some numbers to run by someone and that someone unfortunately was going to have to be Mr. Cuzevski. How that boy ever became the underboss was beyond her but she won’t speak against the Don’s decision. Although, she wouldn’t mind putting up some complaints. Alright, she’ll admit that most of her animosity towards him was due to his frivolous behavior, such as which was not acceptable for someone of his rank, however, as much as she finds him annoying and disgraceful, he gets the job done and that’s all that matters in the end. Even so, Maddelena tries to keep their meetings, short and far in between as possible though.

For the sake of her ego.

She knocked on his office door, and entered, ignoring the several decapitated puppets littering the surface of his desk. It was shocking at first when she laid eyes on them but over the months, she has grown accustomed to finding severed heads all over his office. Now they are nothing more than annoying decorations with absolute no use other than to probably entertain him. Or unnerve others. ❝Mr. Cuzevski,❞ she greeted formally, bowing her head slightly in respect. ❝I need you to sign some papers and look over the fact sheet concerning the stocks from Lee’s Enterprises. Their CEO was caught in a scandal, it’s only a matter of time before it’s released to the public and the price of the stocks will fall dramatically. Usually I can handle this matter easily, I just wanted to ask whether or not you wanted me to invest in another company or move the money into the private accounts.❞ Normally, this situation wouldn’t have called for a meeting but moving 3.2 billion dollars required some discretion and careful planning. And since it’s not her money but the Don’s, it’s not her call to make when it comes to it’s final destination.

❝Also,❞ she continued, handing him another paper, this time a single account sheet, ❝I was going over our earnings this month and the numbers didn’t add up. We’re missing over fifty thousand from the drug sales and ten from the bookkeeps.❞ Petty cash compared to the rest but if someone was willing to take money from right under their noses, well, they simply couldn’t overlook such disrespect. Unfortunately, she has no clue who it might be and frankly it’s not in her job description to find out. Yet.
❝❞

[CabooseTheCrayonHolder]

But I’m just his daughter
Walking down an icy grave
leading to my Schizophrenic father.

♆Darla Anne Mahone♆

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Location: Casino/Parking Lot
Talking to: Remi/Sean Butler
Mood: Disgruntled
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Darla
gave the man a stare as Remi said she had gotten him good. Of course she had. She had brass knuckles. Bleeding was expected. She huffed. Remi was right about the organs. "I'm sure we'd get more money than he owes from those organs." She said and shot a grin at the man. The more scared he got the better it was for her. "Please! Don't hurt me anymore." Sean cried out at their mentions of donating his organs. He knew he'd put them in a bad spot. "I'm sorry! He was crying now. How cute a grown man crying. While Remi called Seba she watched him plead and carry on. "So. I say we scrap the vehicle and go back. If we need more then we'll come back and get the buffoon." She said glancing between the two.

ⅰⅱⅲⅳⅴⅵⅶ ⅷ ⅸⅹⅺⅻⅠⅡⅢⅣⅤⅥⅦ Ⅷ Ⅷ ⅨⅩⅪ Ⅻ

Are you dead or are you sleepin’?
Are you dead or are you sleepin’?
Are you dead or are you sleepin’?
God I sure hope you are dead.

[Half Man-half otaku2]

For the strength of the pack is the wolf...

And the strength of the wolf is the pack...

reмι мιcнaelѕ

While Remi hadn’t seen the punch Darla delivered, he sure as hell heard it while he was digging around for the stash. Once he’d finished inspecting the money, he glanced over at Sean to inspect the damage. Sure as hell wasn’t pretty. “Jesus, she got you good!” he mumbled. Darla suggested they call Sebastian and let him know what was up beforehand. She also threw out the idea that they could scrap Sean’s piece of s**t car for parts. Sounded good to Remi. “The black market could always use a good set of organs. Like I said, you’re not a crackhead, so you’re body’s not completely ********] he said with a shrug.

Getting back to business, Remi knew that calling ahead of time would save them all some grief. He wasn’t in the mood to get chewed out for this guy’s ******** up. Remi let out a heavy sigh, bending down to the gambler’s level. “This conversation is gonna suck! My boss is not gonna be happy with what I’m going to have to tell him. You’re putting both of us in a bad position here, man!” Remi said pointing to himself and Darla. He looked around him, seeing the crowd of people who’d come to see what all the fuss was about somewhat dissipate. Remi stood and pulled out his cell phone. “Alright. Enough stalling. I’ll do the honors…” he said dialing Sebastian.

“Hey Sebastian? It’s Remi. Good news! We found the guy and uhh…persuaded him to cough up some cash.” Remi paused, not wanting to admit this last part. “Bad news is there’s only half the money he owes here…”

Where: Casino parking lot
With: Darla, Sean Butler
OOC:

[CabooseTheCrayonHolder]

But I’m just his daughter
Walking down an icy grave
leading to my Schizophrenic father.

♆Darla Anne Mahone♆

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Location: Casino/Parking Lot
Talking to: Remi/Sean Butler
Mood: Disgruntled
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Darla grunted at the means pleas for an extra day. No way I'm hell. She was surprised to see Remi pull out his knife. Not that he didn't normally do that but the instant look if fear on the mans face ment he knew Remi would do it. A small smirk crept onto her face as Remi applied pressure to the blade. After a moment Sean gave up the stash and Darla was left to watch him for a couple of seconds. "Gladly. Knockin the piss out if people is my specialty." She said and landed a nice punch to the mans jaw leaving a nasty cut from her brass knuckles and it would surely be sore in the morning. She turned to Remi. "We all know that I'd love to just beat the piss out of him but I'm getting bored here. I say we tell Sebastian we got as much as we could from him. See what he wants to do. I think his car might do good for some scrap though. Get maybe 300 out of it." she stuffed and looked towards the car and then Sean.

ⅰⅱⅲⅳⅴⅵⅶ ⅷ ⅸⅹⅺⅻⅠⅡⅢⅣⅤⅥⅦ Ⅷ Ⅷ ⅨⅩⅪ Ⅻ

Are you dead or are you sleepin’?
Are you dead or are you sleepin’?
Are you dead or are you sleepin’?
God I sure hope you are dead.

[Half Man-half otaku2]

For the strength of the pack is the wolf...

And the strength of the wolf is the pack...

reмι мιcнaelѕ

Sean wasn’t giving up the money so easily. Even after Darla gave him a few good punches, he still begged for that extra day. Problem was they needed the cash yesterday. Coming back empty-handed was not an option that was available or acceptable to Remi. Another kick from Darla. Seeing that he was still unwilling to cooperate, Remi slammed Sean to the ground, standing over him again. “Come on, Sean! I’m doing my best to be nice here. This could always be done at a nice private location where no one will find you or hear you scream…” he said.

“Please, Remi! I don’t have it right now…just give me a little more time and I’ll promise I’ll have it!” the gambler begged.

This was getting them nowhere fast. But Remi knew this guy had some money somewhere. Junkies like this guy, whether they were on drugs, alcohol, or whatever always had an emergency stash. Rubbing his forehead, Remi reached into his pocket and whipped out his butterfly knife. He then grabbed Sean’s wrist and drove the knife straight into his palm. The ensuing scream was enough to cause a couple people inside to come and investigate. “Oh shut up! You’ll live damn it,” he said. Once Sean at least stopped screaming, Remi grabbed Sean’s hand again, and this time, held his thumb in place. He spoke calmly, “Now I know you have a stash somewhere. You’re not as broke as some crackhead running the streets. Now every time you don’t tell me where that stash is, I am going to chop off a piece of one of your fingers. Where is it?” No answer. So Remi put pressure on the blade, slicing into Sean’s skin.

Sean cried, “Ok! Ok! I’ll tell you where the money is…but it’s only half of what you gave me. It’s in an envelope under the passenger seat of my car.” He pointed not far off to an old rusty Cadillac. “I-If you just let me-"

Remi slapped the side of his head to shut him up and pulled him over to the car. He allowed Sean to open it and Remi looked back at Darla. “Keep an eye on him while I search this car, yeah? Smack him around for giving us grief if you want!” Remi laughed. Reaching under the seat, Remi felt the envelope. Pulling it from under the seat, he smiled and showed it to Darla. “This is a couple hundred. It’s only half. What do you think we should do now?”

Where: casino parking lot
With: Darla, Sean Butler
OOC:

[CabooseTheCrayonHolder]

But I’m just his daughter
Walking down an icy grave
leading to my Schizophrenic father.

♆Darla Anne Mahone♆

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Location: Casino/Parking Lot
Talking to: Remi/Sean Butler
Mood: Disgruntled
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Dar fallowed Remi into and through the casino giving people a stare that radiated the 'leave us alone' vibe to anybody who payed attention to them. After Remi found the security guard and he told them the location of the man they where looking for she smiled slightly and walked with Remi to get the man and into the parking lot. She nodded as Remi stated she'd just knock the piss out of Sean. After the guy decided not to cough up the money Darla cracked her knuckles however cliche that might be. She waited till he was upright and the punched him right in the gut with her right hand which just so happened to be the one with brass knuckles attached to it at the moment. She got in his face. "Wannah give us the money now?" She asked with a slight growl to her tone.

"I- Give me one more day please!" Sean said after making quite a ugly noise at the punch. Darla then proceeded to knee him in the side. "Still not ready?" she asked raising a brow.

ⅰⅱⅲⅳⅴⅵⅶ ⅷ ⅸⅹⅺⅻⅠⅡⅢⅣⅤⅥⅦ Ⅷ Ⅷ ⅨⅩⅪ Ⅻ

Are you dead or are you sleepin’?
Are you dead or are you sleepin’?
Are you dead or are you sleepin’?
God I sure hope you are dead.

[Half Man-half otaku2]

For the strength of the pack is the wolf...

And the strength of the wolf is the pack...

reмι мιcнaelѕ

Remi Made the decision to leave his pipe in the car, keeping his butterfly knife tucked in his pocket. Making sure his own pistol was cocked and ready, Remi followed Darla into the casino. After some thought, Remi finally said, “You know what? I’m feeling a bit generous right now. A bit…” Remi paused for a moment, taking a deep breath before speaking again. “How ‘bout this? I’ll talk to him a bit. See if we can do this the easy way. Reason with him one more time. If he doesn’t cooperate with me, I’ll let you uh…talk some sense into him. See if he wants to loosen up.”

Once they gotten inside the building, they were met with a large crowd of people hoping to get lucky for the holidays. Finding the guy was going to be its own job. While Remi knew people in just about every part of the city in some line of work, this place was not one of them. But maybe his silver tongue could help them out again. It took a while, but Remi eventually found a security guard scared enough of the Night Crawlers to point Butler out to the enforcers. The guy was hunched over a blackjack table. Looked as if he had already lost a couple hands. How much money he’d lost was irrelevant, because that was about all he was going to lose. Before, approaching him, Remi rolled up his sleeves just above his elbows, partially revealing two of his tattoos. Snakes that wrapped around his arms and eventually their tails intertwined on the back of his neck.

Walking up to the table, Remi put a firm grip on Sean’s shoulder before yanking him up out of the chair. “This game’s over. Return those chips to whoever they need to go to. I apologize for interrupting,” he said to the dealer. That being said, Remi began to drag Sean back outside. Once they were outside, he shoved him to the ground and loomed over him. “Where’s our money, dude? You know…I’m being really nice by asking you first. You see my friend, here? Name’s Darla. And she just loooves smacking around assholes like you who steal from our family! So I’m going to ask you again buddy, where is the money you owe the Night Crawlers?”

Immediately, Sean let the waterworks flow. Not like it mattered to Remi or Darla, but he couldn’t control himself. “J-Just please give me more time! I-I-I’ll have the money for you uhhh…tomorrow! Yes just until tomorrow! I beg you, have mercy!” he pleaded.

Remi looked back at Darla and grinned. “You know what? I think you should say that once more to Darla! I think her answer will be a lot clearer than mine. Dar? Let him know what’s up,” Remi grunted as he hoisted Sean up and put him in a full nelson.

Where: casino/parking lot
With: Darla, Sean Butler
OOC: The guy can be an npc we can both control so we can do whatever.

[Beast of Corruption]

I could talk a cat off a fish wagon...

Paul remembered, he had to pick up everyone's gifts soon. He had spared no expense, after all, what good was the ridiculous sum of money he had if he couldn't spend it on his fellow Day Walkers. He smiled, " That's great, I just wonder how you'll keep yourself busy without every shoe store and gin joint in town going dry." he joked, with a devil's smile. Small, subtle and from the corners of the mouth. " I don't have a problem with you going out and causing trouble, it's all those poor lads I feel sorry for. Don't go breaking too many hearts now, especially around the holidays." he added, his eyes moving to Jules. She seemed, tense, nervous, uptight. It wasn't like her as far as he knew. " Why do you seem so tense? You look like you've committed a murder sweetheart. Relax. I don't bite. he reassured putting his hand on her shoulder and adding in a wink and a smile. He really didn't understand why she seemed so afraid of him. He must've carried a reputation. It was good to know his name meant something but it wasn't exactly what he was looking for.

Everyone else seemed to forget that even though it was the holidays, there was always a chance that the Day Walkers were making moves of their own. After all it was the time when everyone had their guard down. Everyone but him. He couldn't afford to let them slip by unnoticed. He was making moves of his own, in the meantime. He had two major shipments heading in today. After all Christmas was the perfect time for snow and ice. He had to head down to the port to oversee the transfer and make sure things went smoothly.

His attention was brought back into the moment when Jules spoke, " Ah yes, Mr. Carbone. I might need a hand with something else today. Big shipment coming in, could use you there. If you're not busy. " He considered Jules a valuable asset, she was tough, dependable and good with a weapon. It wasn't so much that he even considered the Night Crawlers much of an actual threat. After all as far as he was concerned, the Day Walkers were better organized and tougher. As they said, ' A Night Crawler may kill you, A Day Walker would kill you and your mother' He always laughed at that. It had gone on for years now but since he had become second in command he felt the war had become more about strategy than bloodshed. He was making moves in key places, making deals with the right suppliers and informants. Their network had slowly been spreading thanks to him. Even if their presence wasn't directly felt, they still had that influence. Eyes and ears on the street corners, after all buying a junkie's loyalty was as easy as handing him an eightball. Unfortunately it also applied the other way around, they could be paid to give false information.

There was still a lot of work to be done, with that he hugged both girls goodbye before stepping into his Audi R8 "You girls have fun, you've earned it." He called out from the window as he hit the ignition and sped off. He pressed the bluetooth interface to call up V .

Or sell an eskimo ice at a high price and get him twice...

The Villainess Wildcard

The Lady D

[CabooseTheCrayonHolder]

But I’m just his daughter
Walking down an icy grave
leading to my Schizophrenic father.

♆Darla Anne Mahone♆

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Location: Streets in Remi's car
Talking to: Remi
Mood: Disgruntled
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Dar closed her eyes as they drove along in the traffic. She knew it wouldn't be the quickest ride. She listened to what Remi had to say about knowing a guy. She opened her eyes and looked at him. He seemed to be down to business and that's how Darla liked it on jobs. "I think that would be a good place to start." She said and then looked out the window again. She watched for potential threats, mainly Day Walkers looking to get a little risky, then again she always did that. She noticed the man that Remi said he was going to get answers from and sighed as she waited for the man to get back. She knew this wouldn't take long but she also knew they were being watched by pedestrians and they where probably thinking, "Oh that poor girl, Having to be around a guy like that," Darla found all of that annoying. She wasn't with him and she did the same types of things to people.

When Remi got back in the car she straitened up and slipped her brass knuckles on her hands and checked that her pistol was loaded. She wouldn't have to use it hopefully. She didn't normally like to. Seeing that it was loaded she holstered it back on her upper thigh. If Remi had a problem with her hiking her skirt up that high in his car to check her gun he'd say so obviously. It wasn't like she showed anything and besides most people in the Night Crawlers knew she kept her gun there.

Once they arrived at the Casino she got out of the car and straitened herself out a little. She usually liked to at least look good while she was intimidating people. It gave people the impression that she was good at what she did. She was. So was Remi. Most people in the Night Crawlers were good at their jobs. She started towards the casino then and turned her head to look at her companion. "So, Are we going at him nice first or strait to the punching?"

ⅰⅱⅲⅳⅴⅵⅶ ⅷ ⅸⅹⅺⅻⅠⅡⅢⅣⅤⅥⅦ Ⅷ Ⅷ ⅨⅩⅪ Ⅻ

Are you dead or are you sleepin’?
Are you dead or are you sleepin’?
Are you dead or are you sleepin’?
God I sure hope you are dead.

[Half Man-half otaku2]

For the strength of the pack is the wolf...

And the strength of the wolf is the pack...

reмι мιcнaelѕ

Remi could already tell that Darla was getting tired of his mouth. Unfortunately, that was the price you paid for hanging out with him. Some people liked it, some people didn’t. Fortunately, it was time for work and the jokes would soon stop once they were on the scene. Darla proceeded to give him the address to a casino. Remi mumbled, “Yeah, that’s borderline Day Walkers alright. About a block or two if I’m not mistaken…” The comment was more to himself than anything, but he tended to think out loud. Heading out into the winter streets of New York, Remi began to get himself in the zone for work. Just the thought of someone taking money out his family’s pocket was enough to get him in the mood to smack someone around. Oh yeah, the hangover was definitely wearing off.

“Sean Butler, right? Think I know a guy who knows him. Normally hangs out around one of the places Sebastian mentioned. I’ll figure out where the b*****d is.” It was on the way to casino anyway, so they weren’t going out their way. Not only that, but it’d keep them that much farther from running into Day Walker territory. Arriving at busy street corner, Remi suddenly pulled over seeing that guy he was looking for. Ignoring the irritated shouts and car horns from other disgruntled drivers, he reached in the backseat for his steel pipe and said to his partner, “I’ll be back in a sec.” A moment later, he was running up to a guy leaning against a building.

“Hey Jimmy! Lemme talk to you for a minute!” he called out. Before the guy even had a chance to run, Remi already had a fistful of the guy’s hood. There was a short conversation between them, and part of it involved a blow to Jimmy’s stomach. Returning to the car, Remi stepped on the gas and sped towards the casino. “He’s on his way there now! Apparently trying to win the money back that he owes us. But I’m not letting him cut into our paychecks anymore than he already has.” Remi didn’t gamble much, but he was willing to bet this guy wasn’t going to be doing much more of it when he and Darla were done with him. Eventually, they made it to the casino. Whether or not they beat him there didn’t matter. They’d catch him eventually. “Come on Darla. Let’s catch this guy and get our money. Hopefully, we won’t meet any opposition if you know what I mean.”

Where: casino
With: Darla
OOC:

[hydrogen jukebox]

It hadn’t occurred to Jules that Desire would be on break until the New Year arrived. Even if the Day Walkers and Night Crawlers were enemies they still knew how to respect this time of year. Of course, that didn’t mean the blonde’s job was over until January— there were still many things that she could be assigned to do. Being an enforcer didn’t give her a lot of free time in long periods but it wasn’t something she minded. There was a monster living inside of her chest and Jules knew very well that if he wasn’t fed periodically with violence of some kind it would end up very, very badly. That was why she decided to take the job she had in the beginning— it kept her able to function like a normal human being and not have her anger take over her personality. But there was no rest for the wicked, as the saying went. The next day she had an “appointment” set up with a man who was late on paying back a rather substantial loan the boss had graciously granted him. This man had no idea Jules was going to pay him a visit but the timing had to be perfect for her to greet him behind his business where he stepped out to smoke every morning at 10:40AM, give or take a few minutes.

“You should just savor the time off, darlin’! At least you can do things that you want to do for a couple weeks.” Jules could understand what Des meant— it was hard to know what to do with yourself after living as a member of the gang for so long— but she meant what she said too. The joke about keeping one man all winter long had hit right where she expected, only widening the grin on her face. “So bored you’d probably have me come in and kill him, right?” A little wink followed, “How could the lovely Desire Cahill ever be tied to just one man? Absurd!” Jules raised her voice as she talked until the last word was nearly yelled into the approaching night. The drama was added to with her looking up at the sky for moment as well. But she quickly collapsed her thematic façade into giggles.

When Paul came up Jules felt slightly nervous that he might have heard her little act. While he was a good man, and had always been nice to her, he was still authority. Being the second in command came with many responsibilities and it also came with a lot of power. If she happened to upset him, or mess up a job in some way that really bothered Paul, there were a number of unspoken things that could happen. Particularly to her or her blood-related family. Those things always popped into her mind for a few seconds whenever someone high up in the Day Walkers was around her. It put her on edge— even if there was no reason for her to be.

Jules let Desire answer first, while she accepted her hug from Paul with a smile. There was absolutely nothing for her to worry about but there was still a little tugging in her stomach. “I’ve got an appointment with John Carbone tomorrow morning,” Jules nodded— sure that Paul would know the name. After all, her orders came from above and their gang was one that was highly organized to make sure everything was perfect. What the Night Crawlers did to make sure their group didn’t explode, Jules had no idea. From what she knew Italians had nasty tempers, though, so did the Irish. A secretive smile covered her mouth before she was brought out of her thoughts by the right hand’s question. The smile was quickly dropped and Jules began chewing on her lower lip. “I haven’t seen him either but I haven’t been around here all day. Christmas shopping and all,” her hands lifted up the multiple bags as she smiled sheepishly. There hadn’t been an order given to her today but she still felt a little strange about being away all day. Her gifts for Paul and Patrick were still being readied— special orders— but Jules hoped that they would like them. She didn’t need to worry about them being ready in time for Christmas— if anything were to be delayed all she had to do was knock the jeweler around a little.

At the mention of the pair of girls getting into trouble, Jules couldn’t hold back her snicker. Her chin tucked into her chest before she lifted it again. “If that’s alright with you, of course,” she added to show respect.




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║▌█ ▌ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ:: Day Walker's complex
║▌█ ▌ ᴡıτʜ:: Desire || Paul
║▌█ ▌ τʜʀᴇᴀᴅѕ
║▌█ ▌ ᴏᴏᴄ::
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Beast of Corruption

The Villainess Wildcard

[CabooseTheCrayonHolder]

But I’m just his daughter
Walking down an icy grave
leading to my Schizophrenic father.

♆Darla Anne Mahone♆

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Location: Night Crawlers HQ
Talking to: Remi
Mood: Disgruntled
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Dar waited for Remi to get ready and walked out after him. She really would have rather done this job alone but being that close to Day walker territory by herself was not something she would want to have to do for a job. When she stepped out the door she shivered slightly. It wasn't too terribly cold but after being in the warm air the cold was like a blizzard. Darla rubbed her arms slightly and followed after Remi to his car. The quicker she was there the quicker she got to a source of warm air. When she got in the car she put her hood down and looked over at Remi's question. She looked at the little card Sebastian had given them. She rattled off the address and name of a casino and the Guys name. "Sean Butler is the guy we're going to scare the piss out of." She said grimly.

To be honest this was probably going to be the highlight of her day with the way it had started. Not even a good portion into the day and she'd already been with someone who had a thing for messing around. Not to say she hated him. He was family. She just found one of his quirks annoying is all. Normally she could only handle annoying after 4 in the afternoon and they didn't normally see each other a lot after then. She buckled her seat belt and sat back drumming her fingers an the window ledge.

ⅰⅱⅲⅳⅴⅵⅶ ⅷ ⅸⅹⅺⅻⅠⅡⅢⅣⅤⅥⅦ Ⅷ Ⅷ ⅨⅩⅪ Ⅻ

Are you dead or are you sleepin’?
Are you dead or are you sleepin’?
Are you dead or are you sleepin’?
God I sure hope you are dead.

[Half Man-half otaku2]

For the strength of the pack is the wolf...

And the strength of the wolf is the pack...

reмι мιcнaelѕ

Remi couldn’t help but whole-heartedly agree with Sebastian about Maddelena. It was almost ironic she felt the way she did if you thought about it. Sebastian was willing to say even semi-jokingly that he feared she might take his job. Remi wouldn’t doubt him. That definitely sounded like her. The two laughed about the whole situation again, only to be scolded by Darla. It apparently wasn’t very nice to do so. According to his fellow enforcer, if Maddelena was willing to work as hard as she did and gain the respect and trust of their boss, then the rest of them should have just as much of that for her. It was then that Remi realized that he was truly starting to wake up, because a multitude of comebacks popped into his head, but he kept them to himself.

The light tongue lashing over with, Sebastian actually had a job for the both of them. Looking up at him, Remi was surprised that both of them were being sent on the same assignment. It must have been especially important. At first, it seemed like a run-of-the-mill collection. Some a*****e gambler ducking the Night Crawlers for the last time. But Sebastian mentioned that one of the places he might be was dangerously close to Day Walker stomping grounds. It made a little more sense now. It’d be nice to have someone watching your back while you walk the line. Worst case scenario, the guy crossed over into enemy territory and then what? Let him go? That didn’t quite sit right with Remi. And he couldn't imagine that conversation going over very well with those above him either. But the pair would come to that bridge when they crossed it.

Darla was already up and heading towards the door, while Sebastian had retreated to his office as well. Remi patted himself, down, making sure he had everything he’d arrived with. Whatever he didn’t have on him was still in the car. “Let’s go. I’m driving!” he said, keys jingling in his hand. Leaving the building, the chilly winter air hit Remi again and he blew out a smoky breath. Getting into the driver’s seat, he tossed his things into the backseat. “So, Dar,” Remi began starting the car, “where we headed?” Before she could give him an answer, he eased out of the space he’d lodged himself in earlier and pulled out into the street. If the shiny black car with completely tinted windows wasn’t enough to give this guy a clue, then the two of them jumping out sure would.

Where: streets
With: Darla
OOC:

[CabooseTheCrayonHolder]

But I’m just his daughter
Walking down an icy grave
leading to my Schizophrenic father.

♆Darla Anne Mahone♆

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Location: Night Crawlers HQ
Talking to: Remi
Mood: Disgruntled
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Dar had now finnished her lovely drink and pouted the slightest bit. She shrugged and listened to what the boys had to say. Soon the boss walked in and Darla sat up a little bit more instead of slouching. She noticed his beast with him and frowned. Dogs were not her favorite. Not long after Ma walked in. After she passed not paying a bit of attention to any of them Remi started in. Ice queen? Yes. But Ma' was damned good at her job. "I wouldn't make fun of her you guys. She has her job for a reason. Took her years to get there and the boss trusts her." She looked a little annoyed at this point. She couldn't sit here for too long with these two. They got on her nerves. She turned her gaze to Sebastian at the mention of work. Finally something that interested her. As most people could guess she loved her job. "That guy hasn't payed still? Hmph. We'll take care of it." She looked over at Remi and gave a very slight nod. With that she got up and put on her Jacket and disposed of her empty cup.

Working never got old for her because she could always change up how she got money from people. This guy was going to cough up the money or he was going to be seriously injured. Normally only one enforcer was sent on a job but two? He better be terrified. Darla moved and grabbed the card from Sebastians hand before Remi could and turned to the other enforcer. "Well we better go do this."

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Are you dead or are you sleepin’?
Are you dead or are you sleepin’?
Are you dead or are you sleepin’?
God I sure hope you are dead.

[Harry_Break_Free]

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  The male had watched the two, he didn’t like the cold air or ignorance at times, but he would never be able to pull that perfectly out, even if he despised to be asked plenty of questions at times, he was far closer to interact with others . As he watched the Don leave to his office, he had waved towards the dog with a grin, he liked animals, but the pets were friendlier at times than the owners. But the question from Darla had him look back at her and hum. “Plans? I have some, kill a tree, drag its corpse in the living room and shame its body with lights and other decorations. ” he said as he set the dead cigarette inside the ash tray. “Never praise a day before its finished. You never know when the kettle explodes Remi, so better watch out, he might ram his door open and shot us all.” he said holding his giggles back as he stretched finally on his feet now. The sight of Mama as he called her had him smirk, watching her go straight for the office of the boss. “You should by now know, we are unworthy worms for the Ice queen, we are better off as dog food. Its lucky I hold my position.” he said as he pushed his hands in the pockets of his jacket.
  
  Sebastian could not stay too long serious, rolling his shoulders he had hummed, pulling his phone out he had sighed. “I bet it’s a huge party. If this party is destined for a funeral. ” he said as he turned to look at Remi and grin. “I actually have some work for you two. Don is busy, so how about you two go pay someone a visit? I need to grab my shovel from the service. You know the Fat Lip who owes money to us? Remi and Dar, you two are decorated to pay him and his two lackeys a visit and make that snail wake up. ” he said remembering he had tried to go personally to tell the guy to pay, his debt was rising and the longer he waited to have the money back, well he was more intrigued to bury the guy alive. “Here, if he is not at home or selling cigarettes at the corner…he is surely wasting OUR money in a dirty luck game.” he knew addictions could be the end of anyone, just he had never really understood why to put so much money in a game you already lost. As he pulled from under the jacket a small pink card with the written info in black, he smirked at Remi. “That’s the address, break his legs, arms or cut some fingers, I don’t care, make him pay. ”
  
  As his eyes turned to the Don’s office, he grimaced to himself as he grabbed the jar and waved at Remi and Dar. “Better take some looks at the files. ” he said as he walked for his own office, opening the door he had frozen in place to speak. “The pig lives close to the Day Walkers’ territory, so double watch.” those were the last words as he walked inside, he did like to give some work to them, after all it was keeping them away from unwanted yelling and arguments if the Don had issues with the two. Bastian had looked at his desk, littered with several headless puppets as he sat onto the leather chair and sighed, pulling his hat off he wondered what he should do today, maybe go take a stroll on the Day Walkers territory? That could cost him a lot, just how jolly that would be!
  
  
  The Looks - The Ride - The song in his mind [update] - The Location: Headquarters of the Night Crawlers - With: Remi, Darla and a jar of pickled peppers.