Petrosjko wrote:He shrugged her arm off angrily. "He's a fucking chickenshit little bastard, Mary," he said angrily. "Wanna tell 'em about your heroics the other night? Made a real good stand at the tracks, didn't you Chicken Boy?"
"I sinned gravely last night. But we all fall from the path on occassion. And it is for that situation that you are second on my list. Wright" He then turned to the girl
"I am...retired from the pulpit for health reasons my dear. However there is a lovely mass held on thirty first and main"
"Nothing in biology makes sense except in the light of evolution."
- Theodosius Dobzhansky
There is no word harsh enough for this. No verbal edge sharp and cold enough to set forth the flaying needed. English is to young and the elder languages of the earth beyond me. ~Frigid
The Holocaust was an Amazing Logistical Achievement~Havoc
Petrosjko wrote:He bared his teeth at Chicken Boy, not showing fang. "You can turn around and scurry out of here like the pussy you are, right the fuck now, or I bury you. Last chance."
"You can try Wright. You really can try. Bit lets take it outside, we wouldnt want to frighten your guests. I was going to offer you a business proposition, but if you are not inclined to do so..."
"Nothing in biology makes sense except in the light of evolution."
- Theodosius Dobzhansky
There is no word harsh enough for this. No verbal edge sharp and cold enough to set forth the flaying needed. English is to young and the elder languages of the earth beyond me. ~Frigid
The Holocaust was an Amazing Logistical Achievement~Havoc
Health reasons? With the jawin happening right now, sounds like he may have more health reasons. She doesn't like this one bit. Not one bit. No matter who "wins" they both lose.
"Father, ain't you supposed to turn the other cheek? Please, I seen enough blood tonight."
It didnt work pleading with her man, maybe it will work pleading with the padre.
Bratty wrote:Health reasons? With the jawin happening right now, sounds like he may have more health reasons. She doesn't like this one bit. Not one bit. No matter who "wins" they both lose.
"Father, ain't you supposed to turn the other cheek? Please, I seen enough blood tonight."
It didnt work pleading with her man, maybe it will work pleading with the padre.
"It is his choice my dear" he managed to get that out right before the words "take him" were said.
Just like him. Probably going to use his Kine friends to mob him. Typical coward behavior.
"Nothing in biology makes sense except in the light of evolution."
- Theodosius Dobzhansky
There is no word harsh enough for this. No verbal edge sharp and cold enough to set forth the flaying needed. English is to young and the elder languages of the earth beyond me. ~Frigid
The Holocaust was an Amazing Logistical Achievement~Havoc
Three men reached into their jackets to pull out guns. Two .45 automatics and a Webbly .455 revolver ended up being pointed at Father Leo. Wright's henchmen had orders that emphasized packing the kind of firepower necessary to stop Kindred and ghouls, not just mere mortals.
It's not that I'm unforgiving, it's that most of the people who wrong me are unrepentant assholes.
"cowardly bastard"leo thought to himself as he conentrated the blood in his system to increase his speed beyond that which normal senses could see. He has no regard for keeping his true nature secret
He escaped, moved for the doom, movin deftly though the crowd. From his angle, everything seemed normal, to the naked human eye, he had merely slipped into the crowd taking a .45 to the chest on his way out. What a lovely parting gift, hurt like hell. But the lord knows Leo would have to grow accustomed to pain...
When he got outside, he took a piece of paper fromhis pocket, and a pencil, and wrote the following message
"Next time you want to kill me Wright, dont be a coward, hiding behind your omortal thralls, disregarding the traditions in doing so. Do it yourself.
As it stands you will not be able to take credit of any sort for Cargo's defeat. You lose" He signed the letter and slipped it into the door jam so that when the door was opened it would drop
He then waited in a nearby alley, either until the sun was to close to riding to risk anything, or until Wright exited, not folllowed by a horde of mortals to use as a shield. he night was still young
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"Nothing in biology makes sense except in the light of evolution."
- Theodosius Dobzhansky
There is no word harsh enough for this. No verbal edge sharp and cold enough to set forth the flaying needed. English is to young and the elder languages of the earth beyond me. ~Frigid
The Holocaust was an Amazing Logistical Achievement~Havoc
Marcus sat down in the chair. "Simple enough. My friend, Wright. Doubt you've heard of him, he's small time. Has been having some trouble with O'Banion. You've probably heard of that. O'Banion's lost a good number of people and Wright and his are still kicking. What we're interested in is getting rid of O'Banion. And we know you guys would love to step in on his territory. What we can offer you is to distract enough of his lowlifes that you can step on in relatively unopposed. All Wright wants is to be left alone, he's small time and honestly, I doubt he could handle a bigger operation. He'll want some cut from the gains, but his main concern is to make sure people stay off of his operations."
"Torrio won't stand for that shit. Yeah, we know who Wright is. Joe will set up a sit down and we'll settle this down. War costs us all money and Joe will sick Scarface on anyone who fucks up his cash flow."
It's not that I'm unforgiving, it's that most of the people who wrong me are unrepentant assholes.
Marcus shrugged his shoulders. "War costs money, but O'Banion's got himself some nice turf, even leads nicely into the trainyards if my information is correct. You take it and any money you loose will be made up for right quick. So you want to meet Wright and get this O'Banion problem solved?"
"You stupid cocksucker. Did you hear a fuckin' word I said? You want to fuck with Joe Torrio and Scarface Al fucking Capone as well as O'Banion and we want us to do the fuckin' bleeding? Fuck you. Don't call again."
It's not that I'm unforgiving, it's that most of the people who wrong me are unrepentant assholes.
Marcus yelled back "Maybe you jack asses can get your heads together for once! If we get everybody together to take out O'Banion, there's no bleeding on anybodies part. The turf gets split up nice and even as long as everybody keeps their heads cool, and there's no wars."
"You stupid cocksucker. Killing O'Banion won't do shit but piss off his partners and guarrantee a war. Now you've got two fucking choices. Go to a sit down and make peace or get buried. Right now I would be thinking on what exactly I'm going to say to Capone when he asks you if you're the asshole who's costing him business or what that Polack fuck Weiss is going to do to you if you don't make peace." The phone went dead.
It's not that I'm unforgiving, it's that most of the people who wrong me are unrepentant assholes.
"Hey people, isn't this the SHOW you all came to see?" Wright said, sweeping his arms wide and turning in a circle, his mood brightening with its usual dizzying speed. Predictably, Chicken Boy had run like the pussy he was, and would probably go back to his church and sulk some more before doing something... well, just as pussified as this.
She blinks, trying to keep her eyes open. She mutters a "Never mind" as the clean up crew already has begun to do their thing, and orders a bit more booze. She doesn't really need it, but the senses need to be dulled a bit. Everything seems so bright. So loud. Too much.
He circulates through the crowd, bestowing his blessing, his touch, his apparent attention to those he speaks to. Never lingering on one for long, he nevertheless makes them feel as though he actually cares about them. And always, always, the booze flows freely, the revelry rides at just this side of obscene, and the party never ends.
She takes a huge pull on the bottle, as she looks around to crew, and the way that Wright works them. Looks like he has this under control. She leans back against the bar, and waits until he has had his fill with the empty gestures.
What the hell has he gotten her into? He still has yet to explain a damn thing. Everytime she approaches him and tries to ask him nicely, something happens. Something tells her that he is bad luck. Her numbed fingers move up to the cameo she snagged off the dead girl, she wears now. She has to find her worth here, if she is to make money. She has to become useful. But how to do it without getting blood on her hands? Her mind swims as she tries to think about it, and keeps going back to the naughty thought of hot blood in her mouth.
