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 Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2012 6:46 am
Aimee turned when the car peeled by, unknown to her carrying Victor James Noah and some members of the Noah family. Her slight scowl deepened- something her adopted mother told her would cause early wrinkles- considering most people thought she was barely in high school maybe a few wrinkles would be welcome. Aimee McVel wasn't blessed with premonition, no more than the next person, but she acted on her gut and sometimes was too nosy for her own good: this was probably one of those cases. Something about the car she didn't like- besides its slight disregard for speed limits. In seconds rummaging through her flawless memory- she realized a similar car was spotted at Noah family functions.
Pulling out her cell phone she turned back, and started a sprint- that car was headed towards her- the Xevaic's- warehouses. Tonight a shipment was leaving, and while she didn't ask the Boss, what it was, she knew it was important. She assumed illegal pharmaceuticals or even street drugs which occasionally graced the warehouse. Cursing under her breath she said, not even winded as she reached the warehouse, still managing to keep the car in sight (thank God for traffic, even she wasn't that good), "I hate nights at the warehouses..." If the Noah family was up to something she wanted to know what.
Pulling out her phone she made a quick call to one of her contacts in police, who had worked for probably every family in the city, until Aimee found the proof that sealed his loyalty to her. He hated her, but she could destroy him, so he did what she asked. "You off tonight?" There was a sharp response and he added a memo to his message on where she should go. "Yeah, yeah... look, I want you to keep the cops clear of the docks and the bars down on seventh, oh, and near the subway station we last met," she ordered, adding a few ruse places for good measure. She wasn't trusting enough to tell him where exactly she was working. "I'd rather keep things cleared out.... why? No clue, just a gut feeling." He asked something and she smiled before she hung up, "Nope, not one of my talents at all."
Now, that her call was made, and she had mostly herself to look out for now, she continued trailing the car, now at a greater distance. It was probably coincidence and paranoia, she thought about the car, but she didn't like things going on when one of her shipments worth at least a half million is going out.
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2012 8:06 pm
 ׺°”˜`”°º×ＶＩＣＴＯＲ ＪＡＭＥＳ ＮＯＡＨ׺°”˜`”°º× Things were going smoothly with the meeting and Victor sat there at the table with the others, laughing along with them and drinking a healthy glass of fresh blood from the latest victim who was still breathing in the corner. It was a little girl and the blood was sweat like usual. They were draining her dry and soon she to will die. There was no diseases in her blood to taint what was there. It was pure, fresh, and all round good. He licked his lips and watched patiently as the Russians talked amongst themselves. One of his men bent down near his ear and whispered something. The Noah nodded and sat up from his chair, placing his elbows on the table and lacing his fingers together. Things were about to get interesting once more and he smirked. There was a loud crashing noise and a scream.
Victor chuckled and sat back lazily as the Russians looked around drawing guns and then looked at Victor for answers. He merely smirked. "You see gentlemen, your cargo wasn't just our blood supply but also a very important member of the Noah family..." he said and trailed off. Just then the doors blew open and in the shadows stepped of the hallway stepped in a large hooded figure. Winkled almost corpse like hands reached up to remove the hood. The man stood taller than Victor and was much older. "I would like you to meet my creator, my father... Phobos Noah..." he said announcing his father. The older vampire smirked back his fangs showing and quickly grabbed the first Russian closest to him, blood went everywhere as he bit into the neck of the man.
The other Russians raised their guns at the man but it was no use. Within moments, they to were gurgling their last breaths before dieing. Victor just chuckled at the sight of it all and sighed happily. Getting up he walked over to his father and bowed. "Welcome back... father." he said.
He chuckled and sat back in the seat. Across from him was his father in the seat where the Russians once sat. Their bodies laid on the floor dead with blood oozing from their necks. The underlings of the Noah family stood close by ready for orders, and Victor sighed with a small smile playing on his lips while Phobos sat quietly with his eyes closed. Since drinking the blood of Russian's he no long looked like a corpse and his skin was plump, show signs of life, and he even looked younger than Victor.
"Everything is in order father. We have kept our plan out of sight of the others, and we are about ready to strike." he said with excitement. Though he was the boss, Victor still acted a bit childish when in the company of the vampire elders. Phobos looked at him with cold lifeless eyes, the ones of a very old and experienced vampire. Finally the man cracked a smile and nodded, but didn't say anything.
Victor liked the idea of having his fathers approval, and folded his hands in his lap. A smug smile creeping upon his lips. After a moment of silence, he cleared his throat as one of the underlings brought out a laptop and a projector. There on the screen he showed maps and graphs for the elder to see, and articulated it in a manner in which the old man would understand.
"With the approval of the other elders, I can have the Xeviac group eliminated almost instantly, as for the Angelli's; they will be a pain. The Russio's will be under our control. We have men already on our side from the family. They are tired of the old ways and want to rid the world of the De Countes...." he trailed off with a frown. " The De Countes will be the other group we should worry about. Like the Angelli, they have a large following, and most of them will probably side with the humans... unless we can change otherwise..." Turning the computer off the underlings moved the computer and the projector away from the table.
Phobos looked on at Victor for a moment before sitting back in his chair and smirked. " Then get rid of them Victor. Demons are as free willed as humans and if they don't want to side with us, then they might as well be eliminated." he said with a malevolent grin.
Victor grinned before bowing. "As you wish..." he said and went to go sit back down.
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2012 9:03 pm
Aimee was surprised how easy it was to follow the car into the area where Russians were. To blend in, Aimee shed her jacket, draped it over her shoulder, glad her orange shirt was somewhat low cut and began to flirt with the Russians as most worked on taking care of the shipment. Aimee was sure to keep her voice low and her head turned away. When there was a scream she seemed to disappear, finding shelter behind a few crates (not an ideal hiding place, but it would suffice for now), as the Russians drew their guns forgetting about the girl they had seen a moment ago. The time it had taken to find shelter she missed the commotion, though; she did manage to see the carnage and had to hold back a gag: another sight that she could never burn away from her perfect memory.
Straining she heard the words of Victor Noah, the vampire in charge of the Noah family, say ‘father’ and Aimee’s blood ran cold: an ancient vampire was not good. Trying to calm her nerves, Aimee curled up, perfectly still, clenching her fists, she listened. Her blood practically froze when she heard Victor’s plan to destroy her precious Xevaic family- the family that had so kindly taken her in and raised her… She didn’t even realize how hard she was clenching her fists until she felt her nails cut into her palms and a drop of hot blood form, tears forming in her eyes she let out a small gasp.
Thinking a sting of obscenities she glanced down at her hand in panic, Blood! In a place full of vampires and I’m bleeding! Praying for a miracle she rushed to lick the blood off her palm: maybe with all the other blood in the room they wouldn’t notice? Besides it would only take a minute for such a shallow wound to heal on her. Of course, there was that gasp, her hiding spot was terrible, and who knew how long the vampires were going to be here.
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2012 3:54 am
 
Two glasses. Three. He knocks them back unthinkingly.
He waves - a clumsy motion. One word. Garbled. Slurred.
"Hit."
The girl and the dealer smirk. Simultaneously. Knowingly.
Three. Two. One.
It never ceased to amuse Tahra. It seemed that every patron - or rather, victim of a casino could effortlessly spout the most profane and colourful language on a whim. Or maybe it was the alcohol talking. Tahra could never decipher the drunk, rambling motives of the gamblers. Drinking while gambling. It was beyond stupid.
Then again, if anything in the world made sense, then she wouldn't be able to rake in the profits the way she did.
The server gave a brief, near-gleeful warning. Tahra studied her nails. The ranting halted, leaving a thick, tangy tension in the air. The drunkard paused - a breath, and then the cussing and stumbling resumed.
"Security."
The word was clipped, stacatto and bored.
Flailing, the meaty figure was hauled off by even bulkier figures. The beginnings of a shriek began to build into forced muffledness. Tahra's eyes charted the progress of the struggling trio that cut a swathe through the crowd.
Flung out the double doors, into the ugly air of a beautiful night.
He looked...sad. And a little thoughtful.
The drunk would be back, sooner or later.
They always came back.
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2012 9:30 pm
╔══════════════════════════════╗ Her mind was else where while sitting with a cup of tea looking out the window of her apartment. She sighed a little as she thought about recent events. There had been a increase of incidences concerning the families, and of course they all came to her hospital she worked at for treatment. Her hospital was sanctuary of the sort. It was opened to everyone but it was also a secret from the rest of the world. They are a network that expanded across the globe and could be found in any major city. Because of this she was sworn to secrecy. If she hinted or talked about someone of a different sanction being there her life will be cut short.
There had been talk amongst the other members of the hospital that they worried about the frequency of some of the patients. She thought about this, especially because a lot of the people who were coming in had affiliation with the underworld mafia. She tapped a finger on her mug as she thought. What was going on? Why was there so much commotion now a days? Setting her cup down she grabbed the remote and turned on the television. She gave a small yawn and flipped through the channels until finally falling on the late night news as they talked about the current happenings of New York for the day.
It was a long day and Lilla was thankful for her day off tomorrow. Knowing her luck she would be called in because someone couldn't cover their shift. This made her a little irritated but nothing to bad. Brushing it off, she flipped through the channels again and rested upon a movie of some sort. She would watch it for a little while longer before falling asleep in her big comfy chair. She was curled up in the chair and her cat midnight soon came over to rest in the niche of her arm.
Victor and Phobos would spend a couple more minuets talking to each other over different things. Victor updating Phobos of the things that had been going on for the last two hundred years, and Phobos just sitting there listening and interjecting every once in a while with a nod or a chuckle and a smirk. It was Victor who stopped suddenly to sniff the air and narrowed his eyes a little looking around and then sitting back in his chair. He wore a small smirk on his face while he silently called over one of the men who stood against the back wall waiting for orders. "Check the place, I smell a rat..." he said and smiled at his father. " How are you feeling father? Are you good enough to where we can move?" he asked.
Phobos nodded at Victor and got up slowly. " I'm going to assume there is a form of transportation ready for us?" he asked.
"But of course father..." Victor said as she rounded over to the other side of the table and led his father off the boat. Letting his father go first he stopped and turned to a row of boxes and smirked before looking at his men. "Clean up the mess, and get the cargo off the boat in the waiting trucks, and don't spill any more blood!" he ordered. Glancing one more time over at the boxes he left the boat and moved to the car. His father was already settled in, and he climbed in next to his father and the car sped off to the Noah's mansion.
The night was young, and the group dispersed after a while leaving Delila at the opening of the night club by herself. She took her car keys out and headed into the alley where her car was parked. There was a small beeping sound and the car unlocked. Hopping in she drove away down the street and headed home. The night was boring as usual, with not much else to do. Turning the radio up she blasted her music from her mp3 player as she drove. To her luck, she hit nothing but green lights until she hit just a few blocks from her town house.
Once there she parked her car in the garage, and headed inside through the garage. She lived by herself; liking the comfort of her own space more than living with someone. In some ways Delila is the lone wolf, never have met the "wolf" of her dreams... She giggled at this thought while looking through her fridge. It was packed full of different things, and left overs from different high end places. With a sigh she grabbed a cold soda and went to go change. Setting it down on the table she walked into her bed room, and switched out of the miniskirt and top that insinuated her breast, and into a more comfortable pair of cotton shorts and tank top before grabbing her soda and standing out on the balcony of her town house to look out at the street and familiar buildings around her. There was a soft breeze and she closed her eyes enjoying it. Her senses were heightened because of how close the full moon was and she noticed a twinge in the air when the breeze blew past her from the east... She cocked her brow at this. Blood... Blood was in the air.
Her brow cocked she took a sip of her soda and went back inside. Something must be going on near the docks for the air to be filled with that much scent of blood. Picking her cellphone up she dialed some of her men. She knew it was a stretch especially seeing how it was Xeviac territory, but she had to check it out. Delila knew that if she could smell it that means anyone else within sniffing distance of the breeze would be able to smell it.
Luis nodded to a few people, the regulars of the large underground casino that his family ran in the middle of new york city. He looked down at his watch and grimaced. If he was correct that shipment for the Noah's was in, and s**t would be hitting the fan by now. He just hoped for the best for the innocents that were going to get caught up in the commotion. He knew a little of the dealings concerning the Noah's. They got their girls from Europe, and liked them young for their blood supply and for the brothels. He sighed at this thought and took a long swig on his drink and a drag on his cigarette. Finishing his drink he set it down on the bar and stuck his cigarette in his mouth before walking off. He took out another hundred and went to the black jack tables. He was blowing his allowance for the week on gambling... something to take the mind off of other things. He wasn't addicted, and he knew he could always dip into his other funds, so the measly five hundred for the week was nothing.
He played with the chips and bet high, calling the cards and winning on two twenty one's and a few other hands. He held onto his cigarette with his mouth as it dwindled away to ash. Finally he took the cigarette out of his mouth and put it out in the little dish next to him. A few moment's later he began getting bored, winning almost every time. He looked around and spotted one of his superiors amongst the crowd. Luis wondered what she was doing here... He played one more hand, and then left the table, taking his winnings and going over to her he stood next to her while playing with his chips. " So... anything new?" he asked in a casual tone.
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2012 1:15 am
▣▣▣ V ɪ ᴠ ɪ ᴇ ɴ ɴ ᴇ . N ᴏ ᴀ ʜ
Green. Pale shoots, leftover and pristine from the long-gone springtime. Rusty grass.
And a sound, like rusting glass.
V-victor. A winner, like always. And the humans? Losers?
Maybe, just from the sound of tarnished screams. Nails on glass. It was there again. Fading. A run through the spectrum.
Suddenly, desert. Suddenly, ice. Cold fire on her fingertips. Freezing by the second. And there was always a steaming abundance of life. She would survive this one. Vivienne's hand fluttered uselessly. Brokenly.
There would always be one, watching her watching him watching herself in her paranoia. No doubt that Victor had sent them, but she couldn't muster a single bit of patience. Not a dredge of thankfulness. Weight grew on her tireless shoulders. Atlas had it easy, compared to her. A frail frame, doubtful of success. A sporadic lead burden she had inflicted on her brother. A heavier disappointment. Mother. Father. Uncle.
Sinking.
The vampire beside her was a solid support. Vivienne caved, willingly. Her hand grasped muscled shoulder as her vision alternated between flashes and blurring. Arms, around her collapsing form. A deep rumble. The earth was vibrating.
The grip was one hand less. Vivienne tasted first blood.
Her sight swam for one last colourful moment, and the world stilled.
The girl was left with a disembodied finger clutched in her hand, the cries of her vampire soldier, and a scorching afterimage of her father.
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A stifling temptation. Normally, Vivienne would have thought things through first, but she was weak, confused and hungry. Victor's subordinates had all been quick enough to answer his command, but she hung on desperately to vampire beside her.
She cut him like a knife through butter. The scent was sweet, heady - the essence of a hundred types of flowers, distilled to a concentration. Vampires always tasted better.
Raw red vitality flowed. It calmed and soothed, lifted her senses. Vivienne refocused.
Now, to repair the damage she'd done.
Flush out the rat.
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2012 7:34 am
By the time her hand healed Victor Noah was already giving orders to flush out the rat. Rat, such an unappealing term, Aimee thought with a grim smile as she slid on her jacket and rolled from behind the boxes, hoping slightly and stupidly not to get blood on the jacket. She liked the jacket. She had owned three but one was already ruined from blood. It was hard to find nice green jackets.
Not turning around she ran, hoping something would distract them, if they got within ten yards of her she decided she would attack. But when it came to fight or flight she could decide wisely. Taking on several vampires unnecessarily wasn't a good life decision. Aimee liked living, she wanted to grow old and die a peaceful death someday, confronting vampires might prevent that.
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2012 9:47 am
Lights flash. A party in full swing.
A party only for the DeCounte's to enjoy. Tahra's expression softened into amusement as the redhead made the rounds again. Of course, his money only cycled straight back into the system, pumped back out in the form of his allowance and next paycheck.
" So... anything new?"
It was still that ever-present grin in his voice, and the cockiness so peculiar to frivolous youth.
"Shouldn't I be asking you that, Luis?"
Teasing. Serious.
An abruptly cold silence. A glint of gold.
A coin flashed into Luis' hand. The face was made visible by unfurling his fingers.
Heads. An opportunity.
Tahra made her way towards one of the silent rooms, feeling the other demon's curiousity peak. It was by unspoken consent that they'd decided to mull over things over a game of cards.
Click. The sound was oddly final.
Tahra fanned out a pack of cards and shuffled them in a blur. She smiled a little, at the slightly inane analogy that ran through her mind. Diamonds. Hearts. Clubs. Spades.
Figures. Numbers. Chance.
There was no such thing as chance.
She dealt, only to herself and spoke simultaneously, noting both the cards and the play of emotions on Luis' face.
"It seems the party is at the port. The shipment? Xeviacs. Russios. Presumably the bloodsuckers as well. It seemed something was off, so a group of our men are headed that way."
She paused.
"Something's up with the Noah's. It's been too quiet, and I think tonight's the night. If my hunch proves correct, we'll find the two human groups. Discuss a temporary alliance with them and the werewolves. Consider it protection from being turned."
Following this, she held a pair of Aces up to Luis, drawing from the deck again to add three two's, a five, and an eight to the growing stack.
Twenty-one.
"Safety in numbers," she murmured, by way of explanation.
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2012 11:18 am
·······÷±‡±๑۞๑±‡±÷········ Victor sat there in the car silently. He knew something was going to be up with his younger sister when both him and his father got home. What happened was a big enough incident for her to feel, and he sighed at this. He loved his sister and tried protecting her from situations, but knew that with her premonitions, there were things he couldn't. He just hoped that they weren't as bad as the ones before. His father saw him thinking about someone as he watched through the window of the car at the moving still life. The lights, the buildings, the scarcity of people on the streets.
"What is on your mind Victor?" His father asked him.
Victor looked up at his father with a frown. "Viv..." he said, calling his sister by her pet name. His father nodded before looking at his nails and looking out at the scenery as well. He was silent for a moment before talking.
" She is strong. She is like your mother in more that just her appearance. If anything she will be a great asset to you when the times comes. Do not dwell on her negatives Victor... embrace your sister..." he said before turning his cold eyes upon his son. They warmed a little and he gave Victor a slight smile.
It was weird to find a smile from his father and Victor nodded. He didn't return the smile back to his father, but instead looked out of the window once more. Things were looking up for a change but knew the situation they were in was dire. What worried him more was that their plan had been found out. There was someone else on the boat... someone who shouldn't have been there, and if he was correct, someone knew what was going to happen.He chuckled as he walked over to the table and sat down. He played with his chips before setting some down on the table and let her deal. Other came over, high ranking soldiers whom he could trust sat down as they begun discussing what was going on.
"From what I could gather, that shipment of there's has something other then their blood supply on board..." he said while trailing off. He watched her deal the hands and laid more chips down. " And if anything I wouldn't be surprised if they tried taking out the humans first. Especially the Xeviac's. It seems like they will be needing our help sooner or later. And those werewolves? I got a hunch a lot of them are going to side with the blood suckers..." he said while collecting his winnings on one of the hands. He talked in such a casual tone about it all, and the other men just sat there silently dealing out their money and calling what they want by the hand jesters for the game. ·······÷±‡±๑۞๑±‡±÷········
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Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2012 3:35 pm
Aimee glanced back to see a girl- no a young female vampire- attack some of the other vampires and she gulped and swore as she ripped the door open of the warehouse with her mind and soon found herself at the water's edge. Taking a calming breath she turned and waited, deciding to see what the other vampire would do. If it followed her she was jumping in the murky water, if not she would just go her own way.
Aimee glanced down at her coat spotted with blood, well, she would dump the coat in the river first. Only one last green coat left. Good thing she had other coats she loved still back home and the weather was warm enough she didn't need the jacket.
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Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2012 10:23 pm
 ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ Delila Morgan Russio ★ ★ ★ ★ ★
Victors men scoured the area for over an hour looking for the rat. They even went off the ship and into the warehouses where they knew they didn't belong. But if it meant finding someone who shouldn't have been there and it kept them alive and away from Victors wrath, then they are willing to take the chances. They followed the faint smell of the sweet blood until they couldn't find it any longer. They had stopped right in front of one of the bigger warehouses. That was when they saw the headlights of the vehicle down the docks coming this way and stopped just shy of the warehouses. The lights were turned off and the breeze blew in their direction. Werewolves. The men talked amongst themselves before one of them began walking down the path to where the car was. She was sitting in the front seat of the car. There was four of them in all. She had brought her best with her on this exploration of what was going on. She saw the men getting out of the car and proceeded to get out as well. She made sure to have a gun on her person as the other men followed suite. Once they were in distance to each other Delila crossed her arms and stopped where she was. A brow cocked, and she looked at the ship. Something was on there that they didn't want anyone to know about.
"Where's Victor?" she asked. Knowing to well the b*****d should be somewhere around.
"He's gone..." the vampire said "Took off before you lot got here. What buisness is it to you?"
"The smell of blood is our buisness..." she spat at him with a smirk. "Or do you want us to take this to the council..." she half warned.
"You do that, and you'll be causing a war faster than you turning." the vampire scoffed.
It was no use though as the arguing went back and forth. Both become irate in the end and pulling guns out on each other.
"Tell me what this s**t is about or I'll blow your ******** head off!" she yelled at the vampire and growled.
The vampire chuckled a laugh and looked at her. "******** you..." that was the last thing he said as one of Delila's men blew his head off with the shot gun he was carrying. The round exploded in the mans head sending brains and bits of skull, and tissue everywhere as the body fell to the floor in a heap before desinigrating.
"anyone else want that?" she said with a smirk pointing at the pile of dust on the floor.
The others high taled it away from the werewolves and her men took chase while her body guard stood near her, while she walked around the warehouses. The putred smell of the blood made her cover her nose, but there was another scent mixed in... something living... something... "Xeviac..." she said in a soft tone knowing to well it was stupid to say something aloud especially with the vampires around.
"You can come out now, it's safe..." she said. ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★    ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2012 8:25 am
“Safe?” Aimee McVel came coming from around the corner she had been hiding. She had already dumped her coat over into the river and was about to jump herself before the confrontation between the Russios and the Noahs. “More like from the fire and into the pot. Or is it the other way around?” She asked with a smile, knowing the phrase quite well but not bothering to get it right.
“Don’t take this personal, Miss,” Aimee said with a small smile, “I generally don’t trust the other families. Especially tonight. I already sacrificed one of my favorite jackets tonight, I’d rather not sacrifice something I am more attached to like my life.”
She bowed slightly and said, “Well, I should offer you my name at the very least for saving me a dip in the Hudson. Taking a week long shower wouldn’t get the smell out of my hair. I am Aimee McVel.” She straightened. “So, why’d you help me out? What do you want? I don’t believe that anyone does something for nothing.”
Holding her hands up with a smile she glanced around considering what she could use to attack with her mind if worse came to worse. She didn't trust her "saviors" much more than her previous pursuers.
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2012 9:16 am
 Seamus McVel had been at one of the DeCounte's gambling den's calming gaining a profit as he sipped on his beer pretending he had been drunk when he entered and was having only a mild streak not that he was counting every third hand to make sure he won. That was when he started to hear interesting tidbits from the demons- the boss and the capo if he was correct. He really didn't concern him too much with it, but was losing his focus on losing and beginning to win a suspiciously high percentage of the time. His pile of chips was quickly amassing and he already had made at least $700 within the past fifteen minutes. If he wasn't careful he was going to get thrown out soon he realized as he glanced down. Laughing he slurred his words, "Must be getting lucky..." He figured he quit at a thousand a bit greedy but where was life without a bit of a gamble and pushing your luck, right?
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2012 7:50 pm
★ ★ ★ ★ ★ Delila Morgan Russio ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ Delila saw how the girl was reacting to her and her men being there. She sighed and rolled her eyes before standing into one hip, brow cocked, and a look of 'you got to be kidding' written on her face with a little bit of annoyance folded in for good measure. "Look, I don't trust you lot any more than you trust us, but for once in your existence be grateful we were here to chase off those blood suckers." she said with a tone to the Xeviac girl. Delila brushed some hair back behind her ears and looked to the ship. She nodded to it and turned to the girl. "Know anything about that?" she asked. Delila thought she might as well get some information from the girl while she was here. The smell of the blood was thick in the air... it was like a iron was shoved into her nose and she made a bit of a face about this and sneezed. Automatically the tall man next to her got her a tissue and she took it. Thanking him kindly and using it as she sneezed again into it. Once she was sure she was alright she took it away from her face and sniffled a little before bundling it up and putting it in her pocket. "Something must have happened on that boat... it reeks of spilled blood." she said. ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2012 1:15 pm
Aimee was getting annoyed about how she was casually being dismissed by Delila, for God's sake, Aimee McVel was a Consigliere. Sure she was found in a tight spot and looked young but she didn't have to be treated like a little kid. Sighing she said, "Of course it did. Why do you think I lost my jacket? I can't walk around this time of year covered in blood and blend in."
"Basically Victor Noah is up to no good," Aimee sighed and laughed lightly, "I mean we're mafia technically we're never completely up to good, but this crosses a line. I remember the license plate from a while ago so I followed out of curiosity... honestly, I only know so much, but I did find somethings out of interest..."
Her gaze hardened and she clenched her fists, "What do you want to know? I do owe you some for your help, even if I could have gotten out of the situation on my own if I had to. Next time I see Victor Noah I'm pulling him apart piece by piece... he should know better than to threaten and blow off my family."
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