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Witch
HUMAN
17 years old
REAL THUG
played by PISCES
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PICK ME UP, DUST ME OFF, GIVE ME BREATH AND LET ME COUGH
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Post by EZRA BET-SHUL on Feb 16, 2015 3:33:19 GMT
it’s a weird duality, that primo is both father and employer. there are two families he belongs to in a sense, the mafia and the bet-shul, but in practice they’re not so directly opposed as one and the same. it isn’t complicated. he’s a son and a subordinate, only sometimes he doesn’t know which to be, tries to toe the line and ends up falling through the in-between. the bet-shul manor’s second floor hallway is hushed, populated by the occasional stony-faced and silent mafioso on guard, when ezra and a taller, slightly hunched man march through it. ezra leads—his own shoulders are pulled back in a show of confident nonchalance; his footfalls ring crisp and purposeful to the other man’s meek shuffle. their procession ends in front of the heavy oaken doors at the end of the hall, blocked by two of the suited guards. during business hours, even he’s obligated to ask for permission to see the boss. business hours could extend indefinitely though—and he hasn’t seen so much as a glimpse of primo in over a week. “i’d like to report to the boss the unauthorized actions of this guy,” ezra barely glances at the man, "here.” he almost frowns, keeps his expression impassive instead. one guard slips in to relay the request. he blows out his breath and studies the wood paneling while waiting. he knows it's a flimsy excuse, but goddess, let him in already.
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Champion
human
35 years old
crimelord
played by kitten
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Post by PRIMO on Feb 20, 2015 19:23:52 GMT
a war was building on the eaves of a strained peace. the tensions so thick it crackles with an electric pulse. one touch and it'll explode, unable to be contained. and this is what men like primo thrive in. there is dirt dealings to be done, flames to fan. in the last week, he's found himself at his busiest. the list of things to do grows longer every day. he's shuffling back and forth between the two, the country and the city-state, selling weaponry to one and technology to the other. he leaks secrets, feeds into both sides' animosity and watches the fights that break loose. blood and carnage to give him sweet dreams at night. it's only the beginning. the bulk of his work is finished, he's just fine tuning some arrangements for the next shipments, and he's writing down the names of those who've yet to pay back their loans. so much to be done still. but he's not so busy that the mention of his adoptive son's name doesn't put everything else to the side. "let him in," he smiles. the pen goes down, attention on the door. "next time, don't get in his way." EZRA BET-SHUL
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Witch
HUMAN
17 years old
REAL THUG
played by PISCES
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PICK ME UP, DUST ME OFF, GIVE ME BREATH AND LET ME COUGH
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Post by EZRA BET-SHUL on Feb 25, 2015 4:59:13 GMT
the guard exits and holds the door open, signaling permission with a shallow nod of the head. unconsciously, ezra stands a little bit taller, straightens his spine when he enters. he acts bolder than he feels—he can’t quell the twinge of nervousness in his chest, the uneasy thought that he’s only being a bother. the door shuts again after the hapless man follows him in. in primo’s presence, the man hunches further under the weight of authority. ezra folds his hands behind his back. “boss, i found out that this enforcer has been pocketing the money he collects. he joined the family recently. several months ago, i believe.” he uses the term “family” lightly, because before the man was but a faceless operative, one interchangeable part in the machinery of the mob. now ezra looks at the exposed thief with open contempt. “say your name and function.”
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