Post by hearts on Aug 1, 2015 0:55:20 GMT -5
Hearts Boxcars:
Having obviously just received the message concerning where and when to meet Spades, Hearts sets off from The Handmaid's apartment in a rUSH JUST LIKE IN ONE OF HIS JAPANESE ANIMES. Except he didn't watch anime. Nor did he have a piece of bread dangling precariously from puckered lips. Come to think of it, he wasn't exactly running either. Just walking at a brisk pace to hopefully avoid Spade's ire.
Pain in the ass to run subsequent to eating too. Kiki made some killer fucking eggs, dogg.
Cut 20 minutes or so of walking from point A to point B, Boxcars finds himself outside a familiar site. The Four Aces.
Ugh, okay, time to face the music with this shit. Though if he played his cards right, he may not have to fess up the specifics of where he was last night/morning. Fingers crossed, the large mobster pushed past the doorway and slid into the establishment with the grace and poise of a god damned tiger. Or something equally grandiose, give me a break it's like 2:30 in the morning or some shit.
Now just came the problem of actually finding Spades amongst the rabble goin' on in here.
The Ace #Mafiostuck:
There wasn't much going on in the Aces that day, it was still pretty early in the morning so most of the regulars weren't around yet. Other Midnight Crew members lived off sight as well, with exception of the big four. Slick stood behind the bar, having stepped back there to grab himself some coffee. This wasn't abnormal, he often went back on his own
to get his own food or drink, even when the place was fully staffed. Better have the workers actually work than bug him, especially when he was the only one who really knew how to mix his drinks.
Hearing the door open he glanced back, his one good eye landing on Hearts. "About damn time," he grumbled out before finishing up fixing his coffee and turning around. "Now, where the right fuck have you been? And what kind of information do you got to make up for it?" He wasted no time in getting straight to his questions, he was a busy guy after all, and he had no time to waste on pleasantries like good mornings or hellos, especially not without having his coffee yet.
Hearts Boxcars:
Well, that was refreshing. Spotting the other mobster after a few choice seconds of scanning, Hearts closes the door behind him and makes his way over to the bar. Kind of uncanny seeing this place so empty though.
Pushing that from his mind, Boxcars focuses on what’s important. Slick, at the moment, was priority.
Leaning on the bar, he takes a moment to gather his thoughts before speaking.
“Right, yeah, sorry boss. Got caught up in somethin is all.
As fer what I needed tah tell yah, here’s the skinny. Accordin tah that contact I made a few weeks back, Felts movin down an gettin land in tha Daud District. Don’t take a genius tah put two an two togetha an work out its tha fuckin land lot just ripe fer tha pickin.”
Hearts breaks from his dialogue to rub his mouth and take a proper seat at the bar.
“Still a chance we can beat ‘em to tha punch.”
The Ace #Mafiostuck:
Land in the Daub district? Hmmm... Leaning on the bar Slick sipped at his coffee. Yeah, okay, that was definitely enough to work with. "I'll go look around the place tonight then. See if there's anything to learn from." He nodded, taking another long sip. "Good to know this contact a yours isn't just talk. Now, as for last night... I've got some a our own business that I want yer input on." He glanced around as he spoke his next few words. "My own birdies give tell that The Host is planning a fancy ass soiree to hunt down some dough. It's gonna be a black market auction for some a the stuff they've nabbed over the years, there's gonna be a delivery to their underground next Thursday and I think it'd prove to be beneficial for us to acquire this shit before it gets to it's final destination. Now, what I need from you is any ideas you got on how to go about this. I already asked Diamonds and Clubs, but I want everyone's thoughts on the matter before making any decisions."
Hearts Boxcars:
Fuck. The Host. Not to be confused with a solicitation of any kind.
But a party for money? Weird. The concept is, from an objective standpoint anyways.
Hell, Hearts was just glad he wasn’t harshing him for details on his contact; but that’s besides the point.
Nodding thoughtfully, Hearts shoves his tongue into his cheek as he mulls it over.
“Got it. Interceptin before it gets there.”
He offers a quiet shrug.
“Sounds pretty cut an clean tah me. But youse sure tha host ain’t gonna see this comin?”
Implying that he’s not going to have extra protection on this shit of course.
The Ace #Mafiostuck:
"He's not an idiot, fuck, life would be a whole hell of a lot easier if he was. I'm sure he knows we'll try, but the way I see it, either we get something or nothing. There's nothing to lose here. He's trying for low profile, gunfire won't be acceptable by him, to much a chance that the cops will catch on you know? So if we go in and get beat off, at least we can say we tried." Eugh, the words that just came out his mouth were disgusting, what was he, a camp counselor for bratty ass children trying to make lanyards? "Times have been slow for us... Really god damn slow, and I for one am fucking tired of it. If we can fuck the Felt over in any way shape or form I know I'll personally feel a lot better for once."
To be honest, Slick had been feeling quite a bit of pressure to show one up on those green loving fucks. The Crew had been doing just about nothing for a while now, and Slick was getting pretty damn pissed at himself for not being able to show any decent
leadership for a while now. If they could pull this off, it'd be a start, especially if they could nab something and fuck over whatever was being planned for the Daub district.
Having obviously just received the message concerning where and when to meet Spades, Hearts sets off from The Handmaid's apartment in a rUSH JUST LIKE IN ONE OF HIS JAPANESE ANIMES. Except he didn't watch anime. Nor did he have a piece of bread dangling precariously from puckered lips. Come to think of it, he wasn't exactly running either. Just walking at a brisk pace to hopefully avoid Spade's ire.
Pain in the ass to run subsequent to eating too. Kiki made some killer fucking eggs, dogg.
Cut 20 minutes or so of walking from point A to point B, Boxcars finds himself outside a familiar site. The Four Aces.
Ugh, okay, time to face the music with this shit. Though if he played his cards right, he may not have to fess up the specifics of where he was last night/morning. Fingers crossed, the large mobster pushed past the doorway and slid into the establishment with the grace and poise of a god damned tiger. Or something equally grandiose, give me a break it's like 2:30 in the morning or some shit.
Now just came the problem of actually finding Spades amongst the rabble goin' on in here.
The Ace #Mafiostuck:
There wasn't much going on in the Aces that day, it was still pretty early in the morning so most of the regulars weren't around yet. Other Midnight Crew members lived off sight as well, with exception of the big four. Slick stood behind the bar, having stepped back there to grab himself some coffee. This wasn't abnormal, he often went back on his own
to get his own food or drink, even when the place was fully staffed. Better have the workers actually work than bug him, especially when he was the only one who really knew how to mix his drinks.
Hearing the door open he glanced back, his one good eye landing on Hearts. "About damn time," he grumbled out before finishing up fixing his coffee and turning around. "Now, where the right fuck have you been? And what kind of information do you got to make up for it?" He wasted no time in getting straight to his questions, he was a busy guy after all, and he had no time to waste on pleasantries like good mornings or hellos, especially not without having his coffee yet.
Hearts Boxcars:
Well, that was refreshing. Spotting the other mobster after a few choice seconds of scanning, Hearts closes the door behind him and makes his way over to the bar. Kind of uncanny seeing this place so empty though.
Pushing that from his mind, Boxcars focuses on what’s important. Slick, at the moment, was priority.
Leaning on the bar, he takes a moment to gather his thoughts before speaking.
“Right, yeah, sorry boss. Got caught up in somethin is all.
As fer what I needed tah tell yah, here’s the skinny. Accordin tah that contact I made a few weeks back, Felts movin down an gettin land in tha Daud District. Don’t take a genius tah put two an two togetha an work out its tha fuckin land lot just ripe fer tha pickin.”
Hearts breaks from his dialogue to rub his mouth and take a proper seat at the bar.
“Still a chance we can beat ‘em to tha punch.”
The Ace #Mafiostuck:
Land in the Daub district? Hmmm... Leaning on the bar Slick sipped at his coffee. Yeah, okay, that was definitely enough to work with. "I'll go look around the place tonight then. See if there's anything to learn from." He nodded, taking another long sip. "Good to know this contact a yours isn't just talk. Now, as for last night... I've got some a our own business that I want yer input on." He glanced around as he spoke his next few words. "My own birdies give tell that The Host is planning a fancy ass soiree to hunt down some dough. It's gonna be a black market auction for some a the stuff they've nabbed over the years, there's gonna be a delivery to their underground next Thursday and I think it'd prove to be beneficial for us to acquire this shit before it gets to it's final destination. Now, what I need from you is any ideas you got on how to go about this. I already asked Diamonds and Clubs, but I want everyone's thoughts on the matter before making any decisions."
Hearts Boxcars:
Fuck. The Host. Not to be confused with a solicitation of any kind.
But a party for money? Weird. The concept is, from an objective standpoint anyways.
Hell, Hearts was just glad he wasn’t harshing him for details on his contact; but that’s besides the point.
Nodding thoughtfully, Hearts shoves his tongue into his cheek as he mulls it over.
“Got it. Interceptin before it gets there.”
He offers a quiet shrug.
“Sounds pretty cut an clean tah me. But youse sure tha host ain’t gonna see this comin?”
Implying that he’s not going to have extra protection on this shit of course.
The Ace #Mafiostuck:
"He's not an idiot, fuck, life would be a whole hell of a lot easier if he was. I'm sure he knows we'll try, but the way I see it, either we get something or nothing. There's nothing to lose here. He's trying for low profile, gunfire won't be acceptable by him, to much a chance that the cops will catch on you know? So if we go in and get beat off, at least we can say we tried." Eugh, the words that just came out his mouth were disgusting, what was he, a camp counselor for bratty ass children trying to make lanyards? "Times have been slow for us... Really god damn slow, and I for one am fucking tired of it. If we can fuck the Felt over in any way shape or form I know I'll personally feel a lot better for once."
To be honest, Slick had been feeling quite a bit of pressure to show one up on those green loving fucks. The Crew had been doing just about nothing for a while now, and Slick was getting pretty damn pissed at himself for not being able to show any decent
leadership for a while now. If they could pull this off, it'd be a start, especially if they could nab something and fuck over whatever was being planned for the Daub district.