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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2016 1:20:47 GMT -5
ur gonna be bamboozled |D gimme some time and ill nab up a starter u dont care abt length right bc man i cannot muster the energy to do another cam-length post but i can aim for similar if u want !
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Post by bagerface on Dec 27, 2016 1:29:26 GMT -5
okayy thank you ! and yeah I don't care about the length, any length is good to me XD
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2016 1:32:47 GMT -5
one (1) world's shortest starter |D im sorry
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The evening was a quiet one, and though Jaime knew he was supposed to be doing rounds in his clubs and his bars and everything else, he was stuck in Le Classique, one of his lesser-known bars, because the bartender had fallen sick. Or dead. One of the two β heβd find out in the morning. It was, really, one of the bars that he only ever saw family members in; whether soldiers who just needed a time out or men of honour or other capos, he never saw simple civilians walk in. It was nice. Held a better atmosphere than most.
It was so quiet that he ran out of things to do. Closing for the night meant that people who needed a quick place to drink after a job would not have a quiet place to go, and he enjoyed the excuse to take a few hours to relax, for once. That said, he began to clean down tables for the sake of it, humming a low tune as he went. Left and right went the movements, circular and broad and man, he missed being a bartender in a quiet bar, he realised. Heβd started small β and now look where he was! Stuck here because his normal bartender was either sick or dead (he had to pay more attention).
A soft sigh passed the manβs lips and he stood up stretch, cracking his aching back and wandering behind the bar again. Despite his own rules, he poured himself a glass of wine and drank half before setting it where it was out of view, ensuring that he would not be called out on his own breaking of rules. It was okay, because Le Classique was quiet and empty and it was calm. The radio was a quiet noise in the background, gentle because of the hour. Some Spanish tune played, because he could not get the Mexican radio here in France, but he sure as hell could leech from the few Spanish channels that were here and here.
Tonight, he decided, was a good night.
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Post by bagerface on Dec 27, 2016 2:21:29 GMT -5
LOL that is not a short starter XD Thank you for it uwu )
Tonight was a bad night, that was for certain. There were times when she could sleep peacefully for the whole night while there were others where the warped memories of the past came to haunt her in the form of nightmares. And as of tonight? Kora could barely close her eyes without hearing the roar of gunfire and the screams of the wounded. Usually on nights like these, the man of honor would have simply "self medicated" with a good bottle of whatever was available and try to fall back asleep. But atlas, fate had other plans and decided for her to have conveniently forget to restock the cabinet. Without any good means to falling back to sleep, she decided to take a swift trip to one of the local bars.
Having a distaste for drinking at crowded bars,it took a bit of walking around before Kora found a rather peaceful little bar. Looking up at the bright glowing neon letters above the establishment, she tried to figure out what bar she had stumble upon but found the french words too cryptic to understand. Praying that the bar was still open, she pushed the door and to her relief, it opened with ease. Poking her head in she spotted a man still inside. Judging from the lack of other people, he must work here.
"[Hello, Open?]" she croaked out, her french poorly pronounced .
As she begun to look her closely at the man, she realized that it was the red light district capo, Jaime Vasequez. A sense of unease filled her as she realized she was face to face with one of her higher ups. Biting her lips nervously, she thought of what something to say.
"... [um... Hello, Mr. Vasquez]" She then attempted a smile and gave a small wave to him, cringing that she butchered up his last name.
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Post by LβEΜα΄Κα΄Ι΄Ι’α΄Κ on Dec 27, 2016 2:27:27 GMT -5
LMAO WHen the fam gives the other fam a starter first bc ur a bad rp owner ;v; xD
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2016 2:27:47 GMT -5
( IM GLAD u liked it oh my god i wanna protect kora. justtttt gently pulls her close 2 my bosom and holds her there shh babe youre safe now )
It did not surprise Jaime for someone to enter, but it surprised him that it was Kora. She was - yes, she was a Man of Honour until the Godfather, if memory served him correctly. Not one of his, but he would sure as hell treat her as one of his own, because she was still part of the family. He raised two fingers in greeting.
"You can speak English here," he said, though his English was heavily accented. "If you speak it. Hello, Kora, yes? Hola, good to see you."
Unashamed to drink in front of someone who wasn't too far below him, he took a sip of his wine before gesturing to the bar behind him.
"What can I get you? Lower price for family," he did not smile, but there was a certain warmth to his eyes reserved only for the Fourniers and their own. "First is on the house. Le Classique is a gentle home."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2016 2:28:12 GMT -5
LOL hi dia :'D u r a good . i am a trash
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Post by LβEΜα΄Κα΄Ι΄Ι’α΄Κ on Dec 27, 2016 2:33:02 GMT -5
-scrams- I LOVE JAMIE and also I will bring in the Riagan guns later after dinner LMAO. WHO WANTS TO TALK TO AL because I'mma probably going to monologue him with Seraphin.
Can Ivan chill with Lu?
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Post by LβEΜα΄Κα΄Ι΄Ι’α΄Κ on Dec 27, 2016 2:34:34 GMT -5
-CHOKES- KID! KIDDO! KIDDIE KID KID KDi. >:'D IT HAS BEEN A LONG TIME. THE BOIS R still available to u if u want to remake Henri Garreau and Celeste Fournier? :')
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2016 2:35:12 GMT -5
LMAO camille is sulking like the baby he is. tiny baby in a tiny body. after dinner he'll probably go nap with ilse
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Post by LβEΜα΄Κα΄Ι΄Ι’α΄Κ on Dec 27, 2016 2:39:07 GMT -5
LMAO camille is sulking like the baby he is. tiny baby in a tiny body. after dinner he'll probably go nap with ilse OKAY :'D well then I can and will monologue the hell out of my two sweet bbys ;v;
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2016 2:42:59 GMT -5
do it monologue to hell |D cam can monologue and sulk and then go to sleep , like a tiny babbie
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Post by bagerface on Dec 27, 2016 3:08:34 GMT -5
(sorry xiahou LOLOL you could make starter so Lucas can interact with somebody and yayy thx for protecting Kora. she will need it ) Kora responded with a smile. "Thank you." she replied, her English a bit better than her french but still heavily accented. "It is good to met you too sir." Walking in, she decided to take a seat on the nearest bar stool. "I will take the strongest. The faster it knocks me out, the better." Taking a look around the bar, it dawned on her that the capo was working at a bar. Finding this a bit puzzling, she looked back to him. "If you don't mind me asking, why are you working?" she questioned, titling her head a bit to emphasize her confusion. " I mean no disrespect but I would think someone of your rank would...." she paused a bit wondering how she would phase it. "Have more important things to do ?"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2016 3:16:27 GMT -5
( koras my daughter now )
Jaime's head bopped up and down as he moved behind the bar and poured a shot glass of a clear liquid that was obviously vodka, and sat it in front of Kora.
"Is Polish Vodka," he told her firmly, "96%. You have maximum of one of these, then settle for something weaker for the rest of night, yes? Good."
He then snorted softly and shook his head as he drained his glass of wine, setting it down and refilling it. He exhaled softly and glanced back up to the woman, shaking his head slowly.
"I am Capo, I have many work to do," he said, "but no. Bartender is either sick or dead, not too sure which. The message was unclear, will contact the Godfather if the latter. Weird. Bartender, Milo, was a good kid. Is a good kid? Not too sure," he snorted as he drank some more, "if he dead, then that is problematic. He never caused no trouble."
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Post by bagerface on Dec 27, 2016 3:18:38 GMT -5
(yeah, Ivan can chill with LU )
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Post by bagerface on Dec 27, 2016 3:38:08 GMT -5
(Yayy ) "That will be good thank you." Kora accepting the shot glass and gulping it down. The familiar burn of drink rushed down her throat as she gently placed the shot glass back down. After all, it would be pretty rude to slam the delicate glass on the table and break it.
"Mmm. Yes. Be pretty bad if he's dead..." she repeated, glancing out to the window. "He don't have to be bad kid to be dead. Good kids can be taken away too." There was a slight tremor to her voice as her whole body tightened up. However the moment soon passed as she looked away from the window back to the capo. There was a worn and tired look on her face. "Business good today?"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2016 3:42:44 GMT -5
With a small exhale through his nose, Jaime took the shot glass back and took up a tumbler glass instead, pouring Tia Maria, Vodka, and them some Cola. He pushed the Black Russian towards Kora, and raised an eyebrow.
"If he was bad kid, I could excuse it," he pointed out lightly, sitting down on a stool he'd pulled behind the bar earlier. "Good kids don't deserve no death, friend," he exhaled softly. "Good people do not deserve their fates, unless they are good, but we are no good," he shook his head and took another sip. "Business here in Le Classique? No. Fournier family is the only family to visit here, very rarely are civilians. But other places? Yes! Strip clubs and nightclubs remain popular, is good," he nodded. "Business is good except in Classique."
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Post by bagerface on Dec 27, 2016 4:19:22 GMT -5
Thanking Jaime for the Black Russian, she took a sip of it and couldn't help but smile. Rarely did she drink cocktails for most of time when she did drink, it was straight from the bottle in a mad hope that she would kneel over and die from a 'fatal mistake'. Thus she couldn't help but consider the Black Russian a special treat.
"Yes... you're right. We are not good people." she sighed before smiling at the Jaime's news. "Ah, that is very good. I am glad to hear! I hope the... ah... Le Cl-Classsiquee? finds its fortune soon." Kora couldn't help but physically cringe at her pronunciation of the bar's name. It was at that very moment, she hoped that some stray bullet would put her out of her misery.
Sipping from the glass , Kora paused for a moment as she tried to not only drown her embarrassment but remember what drink it was. She remembered having drank a similar cocktail when she was in America but simply could not pin point its exact name. " Is this what you call Black Russian? Or Dirty Black Russian? It is good."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2016 4:36:54 GMT -5
"Yes," Jaime leaned against the counter lightly, "Black Russian. Done lazily, I apologise, but I think it is better without all the fancy stuff," he nodded firmly. "I am glad you like it. It's a good drink, can be stronger if needed, the measures of spirits aren't too bothersome."
He continued to drink his wine in a calm fashion. He was more of a tequila man (blaming his upbringing was easy), but the wine in France was too good to pass up.
"Black Russians are a good drink," he nodded.
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Post by bagerface on Dec 27, 2016 4:49:19 GMT -5
( i gtg to bed, will reply in the morning ! )
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2016 4:58:57 GMT -5
( sleep well ! )
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Post by bagerface on Dec 27, 2016 13:26:45 GMT -5
"I agree, the fancy stuff is a waste of time when the goal is to go back to sleep as fast as you can." Kora chuckled as she took another sip. " No, the drink is good enough as it is. No need to fix."
As she continue to sip from the glass, a rather sleepy and peaceful fog began to cloud her mind. It was a welcomed change of pace from her usual frantic anxious and fear bitten thought of mind. As Kora continued drinking, she became acutely aware that there was a steady noise outside. At first she could not pinpoint what it was exactly but as the noise became louder, she realized it was the sound of marching. A bitter taste came to her mouth as her resolve hardened. The time was nearly there. In a few more moments, the Italians soldiers would be passing by. In that small fraction of time, they would open fire, taking down as many of the dogs as they could before scattering and regrouping to pick off any of the survivors.Holding her breathe, she reached down for her revolver. It was a beautiful Nagant M1895, a beautiful piece of work like no other. Who had ever heard of a revolver that could be suppressed? Counting down the footsteps to judge the distance of the soldiers, she grasped the revolver as she waited for the orders to fire.
VLASTOS!
Kora turned around viciously, with the revolver outstretched to the door, ready to shoot the passing Italians. It was then when the realization hit her. The war had ended years ago. She was in France. There was no Italian army occupying the land. A sheepish laugh erupted from her as she quickly put down her empty outstretched hand back into her pocket and turned back to the capo.
"A-ah, something stronger please. I'm not drunk enough." she chuckled, the words shuddering from a mixture of horror, embarrassment and lingering fear. She prayed that he would not report this behavior to the Godfather. After all, how could one trust a man of honor who had frayed nerves? "Hahaha... please do not tell anyone. It is a one time thing."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2016 13:38:21 GMT -5
If Jaime was surprised at Kora's actions, he didn't show it - but then again, he didn't show much. Instead, he obediently poured a rather full glass of whiskey, pushing it over to the woman lightly. He understood, to a degree, understood when memories chased and clouded the present, when the past caught up and became too vicious to run from.
"Of course not," he said, "I would not tell one person another's secrets," he tilted his head to the side. "You are safe."
Words that he knew did not always help, but he hoped they would do no harm. Jaime flicked his gaze to the doorway idly before he began to clean the surface of the bar again.
"Are you hungry?" he asked, for a change of subject. It was not healthy, he found, to linger on a painful subject. Or perhaps he was the one being unhealthy? He didn't know, nor care.
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Post by bagerface on Dec 28, 2016 1:19:31 GMT -5
As calmly as she could Kora grabbed the glass and sipped on it, pausing a bit to recollect herself. Once she could focus better, she gave Jaime a grateful smile. "Thank you sir." She bowed her head a bit as continued to recover from her earlier fright. She had only perked up when Jaime asked a question.
"Hmm? Yes I suppose so. If you have any nuts that would be nice." she replied quietly.
The silence returned briefly as the woman started out of the window, looking at the street posts illuminate the empty streets. Part of her wonder how she had even manage to wind up in France and the other part wondered how had she manage to even survive long enough to end up in France.
"How have you been sir?" she finally questioned looking back at the man. " Good I hope ?"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2016 1:31:09 GMT -5
( jaime slams down a bowl of nuts and shouts DEEZ NUTS )
"Peanuts," Jaime confirmed, and pushed a bag over to her lightly. Hm. He appeared to be giving a lot out for free. Whatever. It was one person - he could overcharge the next person to come in, it didn't matter. Or he could raise prices elsewhere. It wasn't as if this was a public bar.
He sighed softly at the question and considered it, taking a moment to tighten his ponytail.
"Hmm," he said, which was not quite an answer. "I have been tired, but otherwise well, yes. Things have been uneventful around here," he clicked his tongue, "maybe something will arise, soon."
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Post by bagerface on Dec 28, 2016 4:03:02 GMT -5
(Kora cringes as air horns begin to blast around her)
Kora opened the bag of peanuts, slowly eating them one by one. It would have been far more efficient to simply pour out a handful of nuts and shove them all in her mouth, but the last time she tried that when tipsy, she had missed her mouth and threw the nuts behind her.
" That is good.I hope things remain uneventful, it serves as a good time to reflect and think." replied Kora as she took another sip of her drink. "I do believe this will be all for tonight. How much do I pay? " she questioned as she pulled out her wallet. "While I will not be leaving until I finish my drink, I would like to pay in advance. It eases my conscious I suppose."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2016 4:11:11 GMT -5
( jaime is the dankest meme around, all the kids love him )
"It does become a little repetitive when it is too quiet," Jaime said, used to more action. Of course, adjusting to staying in his lane had been hard, but he'd learned. Now, he had to admit, he was quite content with his life. "Hm," he raised his eyebrows. "Fifteen franc," he shrugged lightly. It was, admittedly, much more than most of the people who came here ended up paying - but with the measures of spirits, the whiskey, and the very expensive shot of Polish vodka...he had to admit, he made it cheaper than usual.
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Post by bagerface on Dec 29, 2016 23:23:03 GMT -5
(too dank for Kora LOL)
Nodding Kora begun to shift through her wallet to give Jaime the correct amount. Even though she had was never able to grasp French, she had a decent understanding of the country's money system luckily. After all, if she was unable to convert Drachma to either Dollar bills or Francs, she would have died from starvation a long time ago. Pulling out the correct amount, she placed towards Jaime's direction before taking another sip.
"I do not think you need to worry. Trouble will always us. Perhaps even tonight." she chuckled before eating some peanuts.
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Post by LβEΜα΄Κα΄Ι΄Ι’α΄Κ on Dec 30, 2016 3:35:14 GMT -5
I'm lazy but still wanted to make a starter for the potato and egg, so enjoy, Saru
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It was getting late, but it was always all fun and games when he was with his favorite sibling. Ivan grinned as he glanced towards Lucas, enjoying the others' work place and taking in all the interesting schematics, blueprints, and creations that his brother had made. He had his arms propped up with his hands behind his head as he leaned back, lounging in place. It was fun just relaxing with Lucas. Otherwise, he would be making his own art projects and practicing his dance routines for the next ballet and the next and the next.
"Lu," he inquired curiously as he looked at his brother with a very perplexed gaze. "What exactly are you making?" He was trying to ease into conversation, rather. Honestly, he was just getting a little bored when he stared at the things around him. They weren't like paintings with some meaning to decipher and figure out. Rather, they were creations were purposes and reasons for their existence. The philosophy aside, he couldn't quite make out what they were and that frustrated him more than not.
These weren't objects of interpretation, so he wanted answers. "You've been working on that for some time, but I still don't know what it is," he added, pouting as he spoke. Suddenly, he was sitting back up from his position. "Come on, man, don't leave me here without telling me what that is!" He grinned, completely interested in knowing what the object before him was.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2016 3:43:19 GMT -5
( the #dank meme jaime )
Jaime checked over the money briefly before he nodded and put it into the till, taking some money from his own pocket to put into there, too. At least that would make up for what he'd taken. He'd still have to find out whether the other bartender was just sick or dead, though. There was a faint line between the two, at least, he thought there was? Maybe the man had gotten sick and then died. And technically, you were sick if you were dead, because you definitely weren't healthy.
"I hope it does not bother us tonight," he frowned thoughtfully, "I think I will have to kill anyone who harms this bar. She's my baby," he patted the wood lightly, "a good bar. Very sturdy."
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