[Fanfiction] Mafia House |
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AAAH SO BEAUTIFULLLL *0* |
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AAAAAAAAAAAA Y ES |
Bastlase « Sénateur » 1520700780000
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Is Sierra accepted? |
Maskedjoker « Censeur » 1520700840000
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yes she was |
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K k. Let me know if you want the others I made for this. (Alice and co.) |
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Cookie_kitten a dit : hetalia fangirl screeching in the distance |
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Basgetti a dit : knew someone would do that eventually |
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Some more ppl for extras and such... Name: Erec Nightingale Gender: male Age:25 How they're associated: Intellegence gatherer, he gathers intel from various sources, but isn't part of any gang. Tends to work behind the bar of Arron's nightclub. Personality: calm and collected, he keeps his cool head in even the most dangerous of situations. Smart and cunning, he tries to keep peace between the gangs, and can keep information from them if it is not relevant to what they wish to know. He will offer little comments, mysterious in how its given, if the situation calls for it. Extras:Has his own circle of people, bodyguards, other intel gatherers, and even people in the police and government. Usually, if they have a hat similar to his, they are a part of his group, and won't use those people against others unless they need to protect something of his. He's an orphan, his parents left him on the side of the road, where an elderly male found him and raised him. He procured the male's Intel business once he, Eldric, died. His code name is Shadow Broker. Ref: Name: Alice Park Gender: female Age: 24 Gang: Ale's Role (If you don't know then I'll decide for ya): idk Personality: Shy, yet kind, she can be a bit nerdy at times with her curiosity. She loves to learn new things, and is a surprisingly good secret keeper. She is a bundle of energy. Extras: Her and Sierra were separated at birth. Neither know they are sisters despite their same last name. Ref: Name: Jared Stevans Gender: male Age: 30 Gang: Vanetti Role (If you don't know then I'll decide for ya): (the one that does stake outs in important missions. i forgot the name...) Personality: patient, cool/calm, and collected, he will stick to the mission until either it is done or his boss says otherwise. He can be stubborn and fiery, but with his long fuse in terms for angering, he doesn't get angry very often. He know several different styles of fighting, and knows a variety of weapons and how to use them. Extras: n/a Ref: Name: Campton Park Gender: Male Age: 35 How they're associated: works with the police, gives certain intel to gangs via Shadow Broker Personality: smart, stubborn, and has a silver tongue. He can lie his way though a polygraph test and not get caught. He can be very cold towards people at times, but he is an overall nice guy. Extras: no one but the Shadow broker (and Peter) knows he works for the police. the police don't know he's giving intel to the gangs via the Shadow Broker. Ref: Name: Peter Stevans Gender: male Age: 27 How they're associated: Shadow Broker's head bodyguard, Mr. Nightingale's right hand man. Personality: Strong, silent, and smart. He keeps his opinions to himself unless asked by Mr. Nightingale. He is very good at intimidation, and carries several small hidden weapons under his bandanna. He will warn someone if needed, but otherwise stays behind Mr. Nightingale no matter what. He knows the same amount of information as his boss, and will not give the info even at the risk of his own life. Extras: crack shot, always hits his mark. People tend to forget he's there until he moves, but he can stay still for hours on end. Ref: Name: Arron Morningstar Gender: male Age:29 How they're associated: Nightclub owner (you can choose a name if you want) Personality: smart, stubborn, smart*ss, slow to anger, and not afraid to kick people out of his place. The gangs frequent his place often, and it is a neutral place. Extras: He can be one of three things, kind and understanding, harsh and violent, or a mix of the two. Ref: Dernière modification le 1520866080000 |
Basgetti « Consul » 1520884140000
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I made a background char. for *clearsthroat*possibleantagonist/nuisance*clearsthroatagain* purposes ;D Name: Idea (Pronounced "I-day-uh") Oriha Gender: Male Age: 23 How they're associated: Information Broker Personality: A sneaky, cunning bastard of a mouse who does everything he does for the sake of amusement. He'll sell information of any kind to anyone for the right price, so long as they come directly to his apartment and pay up front. He merely loves watching people, and watching how they interact. How they get angry at one another for the smallest reasons, or will even be driven to murder over trivial things -- every bit of it amuses him. He loves everyone equally, but it doesn't necessarily mean he loves one person in particular. He loves society in all of its trivial mess. Extras: Isn't necessarily recognized upon appearance, but his name is well-known. He signaturely wears a dark-coloured t-shirt and a black coat with a furred hood, cuffs, and trim. Oftentimes found eating candy of some sort. |
Bastlase « Sénateur » 1520885940000
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Basgetti a dit : He almost sounds like Nightingale lol |
Basgetti « Consul » 1520973360000
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Bastlase a dit : coughs he's actually based on Izaya Orihara h a And he'd rather see chaos, not peace ;P Dernière modification le 1520973420000 |
Maskedjoker « Censeur » 1529129280000
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I need to continue this sometimeee |
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Scene 3: There was a whine and arguing in the distant room from that of the umber furred mouse. Marcello was near sleep, until the clash of a vase hitting the floor. He flinches slightly, getting up and making his way out of his room. His fur was tousled and bow tie undone lazily. Marcello wore a grim look, glaring at his two brothers. "What the f*ck was that?" He said, his voice scratchy and slurred in sleep. Luciano, a cedar brown pelted mouse whirled around to see his brother. He went dead silent along with Flavio, a creme white mouse. Flavio speaks up, "Ah.. Sorry big brother. Just a small predicament. We'll have it situated. Get your rest." He shifted his hat straight again. Aggravated with how it was tilted. Marcello just grumbles under his breath, "Babbos." He said sharply before turning into his room again. Too tired to have the nerve to deal with the two, his body hit the bed with a light thud but he was out in no time. Flavio cleared his throat and glared at Luciano, who returned the glare. Luciano left the room, going to get the supplies needed to clean up the shattered vase. They both knew all too well that Marcello would not forget about this, and bring it up at a later time. Flavio let out a dramatic sigh, "I'm going out. Good night, Luciano!" He hollered, knowing all too well Luciano wasn't about to argue. Being that, there was a recent disagreement. As Flavio made his way down the street he heard the distant sirens and got intrigued, "It seems the O'Malley's have been havin' fun. It's a shame they never say when. Wonder why Luciano never said nothin'." He spoke softly to himself, quickly shoving it off and leaving to a bar. Getting his usual cocktail and speaking to others who shared a familiar taste in fashion. As the night went on, Flavio twirled his drink. He glanced around, he withheld information about the upcoming meeting between the gangs. He needed to get dirt on them. He needed to do it fast, not liking the lack of well deserved drama within the mobs. Perhaps, he could rile up some on his own. Wouldn't that be something. Of course, he wasn't sure if it was him or the alcohol speaking. So, he didn't act on his thoughts, but he sure did think long and hard about them. Dernière modification le 1529421420000 |
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if im not late... here u go: Name: Ari Gender: Female Age: 21 (insert meme) Gang: The Ale's Role: (put me in any) Personality: Grumpy, serious, hardly smiles, aggressive when needed, attitude against superiors, quiet, big asshole, depressed when alone, unfriendly, pissed off easily, those rude stuff yknow. Extras: fav color is black (duh), loves to sleep, hates u(jk), she might seem like she doesnt give a shit, but she does. (aka a female version of Urie and Levi :')) Ref: click me!! Dernière modification le 1529188140000 |
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Me in mouse form, sitting at a table in a nightclub (randomly located story) Yes! A new cha- Jareth: *suddenly appears behind me and hits the back of my head* its a scene, not a chapter. Get it right! >:( Me: *huffs in annoyance* scene, sorry... Either way... *reads it* Dernière modification le 1529284980000 |
Longtail1 « Censeur » 1529381820000
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Hey I'm here. Also late. Always late. Great chapter good to see you continuing it!!;D |
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Maskedjoker a dit : my babies y e sssss |
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I'm super busy with school but.. ya know.. I dont want to see all the fanfictions die p-p Scene 4 Morning approached, fog swirling along the streets. Only interruption being a car every so often, or a passerby walking along the streets. The musky setting called for Blackjack to slide into a trench coat, his normal fancy attire still in tip top shape. He glanced at his brother, Tony, who had fallen asleep on the couch. His hand slid nicely into his pockets, and with his free hand he opens the door and steps out. Closing the door behind him, then putting then other hand in his pocket. He walks subtly to his car, a 1924 Chrysler Model b-70, and gets in smoothly. His actions were precise and meaningful, having done this a million times. He starts the engine and drives off, having a meeting to get to. Marcello, on the other side of the city. Got ready, hissing and bickering with his brothers. He shifts his tie, making it look even. Flavio makes silent remarks on Marcello's appearance. The brown mouse flicked his gaze to Flavio, making eye contact. His eyes narrowing, with his jaw clenched. Flavio couldn't keep eye contact and apologized under his breath, in a near sarcastic tone. Marcello huffed, finishing getting ready and glanced out a window. He looks back to Flavio and Luciano, "Flavio. You stay here and keep an eye on the house, if you can do that without a rhetorical comeback i'd deeply appreciate it," his voice was near menacing. Marcello gathers up what he'll need and makes Luciano hurry up and get ready. The pair make their way to their own car, near the same style of that of Blackjack's with only small dissimilar features. Long, still tired from the night before, gets ready just like the others. He runs his fingers through his hair tiredly, slowly making his way to his car. He mutters to himself, contemplating other matters that have not been introduced to his family. He brings along Rosita who notices his tie is loose and makes a comment on it. He doesn't really mind, he opens the door for Rosita before circling back around the car to the passenger side and just drives off into the fog. |
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EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK shrieking noises YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS ITS SO GOOOOODDD EEEK |
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Longtail1 a dit : Thanks you p3p |