posted 10-01-10 11:36 PM CT (US)
By Naxhus/Ensemble_Nut
“Jim, two of your strongest stuff, please!” He called to the bartender.
“Ahh, John, you’ve had far too many already. I can’t give you any more tonight, mate; I’m sorry.”
“It’s alright, Jim. I’m about out anyway.” He replied, slurring his words slightly. It was true he was drunk; but he had a right to be! He was now one of the most powerful men in the city. If you could call it a city.
“Alright, John. It’s past midnight anyway. Do you want me to call you a cab?”
“Nah, mate. It’s only around the corner. I’ll walk.”
“Alright, but I’m keeping your keys. You’re in no state to drive.”
“Fair call, fair call. Can’t park myself up a tree when I’ve got my new job, can i? Heh, heh, heh.”
As he left, the bartender shook his head to himself as he put up chairs for the night. That man was a drunken fool. He was going to get himself murdered one of these nights. It was only a short walk, it was true, but the city was a dangerous place once the lights went out...
...And even when the daytime, he mused wryly. It was not a good time to live in this city. Maybe it was time for him to retire. I’ve got a wife and kids to think about...
John Baker walked through the slums, whistling to himself. It really wasn’t a good idea, it was true; but he was too drunk to care. He didn’t see the shadowy figure slip out of the alleyway as he passed. He barely even felt the knife slide into his stomach, slicing up to puncture his lung. He tried to call, but his voice was... missing. He coughed; blood splattered all over the ground in front of him. He took one step, and then another; and, shortly after, he collapsed.
Two months later, the courtcase for Michael Fox was underway, and it was not looking good for Michael- on paper, at least. Michael Fox lost out on the job to John Baker not twelve hours before. Michael Fox could not account for his actions between the hours of twelve and one thirty on the night of the murder. Michael Fox had been drinking that night. Michael Fox was rumoured to have underworld ties. However, things were... not going so well for the prosecution. Witnesses were not talking; nothing was said, but there was definitely a chill in the courtroom air. The dangerous nature of the case meant that knowledge about the case was restricted. Nobody knew who else was involved with what. Nobody knew who was on whose side. And from all this, one shadowy entity seeks to expand it’s powers in the City of the Fallen Angel.
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1.No editing your posts. It’s unnecessary, guys, it really is.
2.Dead men tell no tales. Don’t post anything that’s relevant to the mafia.
3.Don’t take anything too seriously. It’s a game, guys.
4.I have the last say in everything. Ever. I say jump, you say what colour.
5.Don’t do anything else to make me mad at you.
Please note also that not everything is as it seems. There are many things going on in this mafia that you don’t realise.
Here’s to a good game.
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[This message has been edited by Nax (edited 11-01-2010 @ 04:39 PM).]
