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Post by Golem on Mar 27, 2005 22:47:58 GMT -5
"So, your just a smooth-talking lackey?" Mark asked, emboldened by the fact that only the two of them and the driver were in the car, and Mark was sure he could take this peacock, and the driver was distracted. "So whos the important boss-man I'm gonna talk to?"
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Post by Hunter on Mar 27, 2005 22:50:27 GMT -5
The man glared at Mark. Joseph Yakavetta. I am his son, Joseph Jr. He extended his hand to Mark.
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Post by Golem on Mar 27, 2005 22:55:30 GMT -5
Oh shit Mark thought to himself.
Mark shook the gloved hand extended toward him, holding his grin without much effort. He had put too much into his macho act to back down now.
"Forgive my ignorance, Junior," he said, pulling his hand free, and concious of the phone in his pocket recording the conversation, "... but that doesnt answer my question. For all i know, you dad could be a belgian fishmonger down at the docks." Mark looked out of the window, at the buildings passing by.
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Post by Hunter on Mar 27, 2005 22:57:42 GMT -5
My father is the overboss for the Yakavetta family. Italian Mafia. His voice was beginning to crack as his anger rose.
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Post by Golem on Mar 27, 2005 23:02:07 GMT -5
Bingo! Sean, if I dont come back, kill that bastard! Mark couldnt help smiling even more, despite the fact that he now realised what he had gotten himself into. He leaned forward, watching the mans composure burn away in anger.
"Can you at least give me a hint of what I'm here for? Or doesnt daddy trust you with important stuff like that?"
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Post by Hunter on Mar 27, 2005 23:08:23 GMT -5
Jr. looked at Mark with a death stare. I know everything that he does. Jr. screamed. The limo driver suddenly took notice. He had the look of someone smarter than his job requirements.
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Post by Golem on Mar 27, 2005 23:12:39 GMT -5
Mark calmly wiped spittle from his face with the back of his hand, before returning Junior's stare. The driver was resoloutly remaining silent, despite having obviously heard Junior's outburst. Mark was still grinning at the other man, when he felt the car begin to slow.
Mark told Junior solomnly "That was the most fun I've had all week, but I think I have serious business with your father." Mark shuffled over toward the door, and prepared to leave the limo when it stopped.
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Post by Hunter on Mar 27, 2005 23:21:13 GMT -5
Jr. Sat silently, staring right through Mark. He waited for Mark to leave the car first then stepped out.
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Post by Golem on Mar 29, 2005 1:04:12 GMT -5
The black limo pulled up outside the institute. Mark pushed open the door, leaning his head in to thatnk the driver.
"Thanks for the ride." he told the man. He smiled slightly, and added "Send my regards to Junior." Shutting the door, Mark opened the gate and walked up to the mansion. The sun had long since set, and the institute looked like it was about to pack up for the night. Letting himself in through the front door with his key, Mark walked up to his room.
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Post by 'Red on Apr 21, 2005 20:20:57 GMT -5
taking another long pull of the 'black and mild' cigar 'Red held ignited between his gloved fingers, sitting on hood of his black Mustang GT, he gazed off from into the deep purplish night sky at the countless scores of stars; some of which formed constellations, others, merely loners. 'even some stars are outcasts', he thought. He exhaled the stream of smoke and felt a wave of relaxation surge through his body. "an eye, for an eye. . ."[/color] he began, repeating the smoking cycle then sliding his sunglasses up onto the top of his bald head to reveal an eye patch, which covered his left eye "and the whole world would be blind."[/color] he stares with his 'good eye' at the reddish orange-ish burning ember that rests at the end of the cigar, in deep thought. 'shit, i'm here now, might as well make the best of it.' he thought."The only question is, what the hell do i do now?"[/color] -stands, touches the cream colored filter to his lips, slightly glistening from moisture in the moonlight, to take another pull- ...3...
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Post by 'Red on Jun 3, 2005 14:19:31 GMT -5
-hops inside of vehicle... drives away from the mansion-
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