The year? 1924. The place? Good old New York City.
With this new prohibition on alcohol, everyone's sober enough to make good decisions People talk about the 'dark underbelly' of NYC, but that's a fallacy, right?
Well, people will have to believe in it now. That famous journalist, Chester Wellington, was killed recently. And of course, you must remember how he got his money? No? Well, it turns out he got it from the mafia.
Of course they have some suspects: there's that Italian family who've been in the rise lately. Or some say it was his crazy mistress. Some think it was a corrupt cop who he'd been tailing. But I know who did it. You've heard of that fabled gang from Brooklyn, The Liberated? Well it was them. In fact, none other than their capo, Warren Clarington, the mastermind behind The Anarchist Robbery on Wall Street, was the killer.
A foolproof crime. Almost. You see, the journalist left his notebook at a cafe, then was found ten minuets later dead in the sewers. A woman at the cafe saw him leave with Clarington, in fact. She took the notebook, attempting to give it back to Wellington. Thank god nobody recognised poor old Clarington. But what if she did? If she put two and two together. Read the notebook and found something incriminating. Warren decided he could do one of two things to keep her quiet. He could kill her.
Or he could marry her. Marriage sounds good.
She'd never believed in the criminal underworld, but now, thrown into a world of illegal alcohol, speakeasys and gangster, she may have to.
So, hey guys! This is my rather bad Brighton Rock inspired plot. If you're interested PM me! But before you do that, please read the rules:
And now, here's an rping meme!
With this new prohibition on alcohol, everyone's sober enough to make good decisions People talk about the 'dark underbelly' of NYC, but that's a fallacy, right?
Well, people will have to believe in it now. That famous journalist, Chester Wellington, was killed recently. And of course, you must remember how he got his money? No? Well, it turns out he got it from the mafia.
Of course they have some suspects: there's that Italian family who've been in the rise lately. Or some say it was his crazy mistress. Some think it was a corrupt cop who he'd been tailing. But I know who did it. You've heard of that fabled gang from Brooklyn, The Liberated? Well it was them. In fact, none other than their capo, Warren Clarington, the mastermind behind The Anarchist Robbery on Wall Street, was the killer.
A foolproof crime. Almost. You see, the journalist left his notebook at a cafe, then was found ten minuets later dead in the sewers. A woman at the cafe saw him leave with Clarington, in fact. She took the notebook, attempting to give it back to Wellington. Thank god nobody recognised poor old Clarington. But what if she did? If she put two and two together. Read the notebook and found something incriminating. Warren decided he could do one of two things to keep her quiet. He could kill her.
Or he could marry her. Marriage sounds good.
She'd never believed in the criminal underworld, but now, thrown into a world of illegal alcohol, speakeasys and gangster, she may have to.
So, hey guys! This is my rather bad Brighton Rock inspired plot. If you're interested PM me! But before you do that, please read the rules:
- I'm fine with swearing, violence and gore, but please, if any smut arises, please fade-to-black.
- I would be playing Claringtion in this, so you would The playing the woman from the cafe. Just so you know.
- I know some people like to know about this sort of thing, so yes, I do like to play dominant characters.
- I don't mind doubling.
- I love to talk to people, so please talk to me in OOC!
- I'm a mid-casual writer, so please have decent spelling and grammar, and be able to write at least three paragraphs.
- If you have read all the rules, thanks a bunch! Just to make sure I know, when you PM me (I know you will!) tell me your favourite film.
And now, here's an rping meme!