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http://sliceoflife.wikia.com/wiki/Frey
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oh are u korean, man c;
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oh are u korean, man c;
Oh no! I hope you heal quickly. And it's fine, Hide is kinda cute and iwanttobullyhim.
Well, on the bright note, that means no more later night trips to a construction site. ;3
Well, on the bright note, that means no more later night trips to a construction site. ;3
"Latte, please," she asked. As the barista started to move about, Lavinia let her eyes slide to the two men in the back. The punk from before wasn't staring at her wide-eyed anymore. Yet, she still felt a feeling of urgency. A feeling she only got when she felt threatened. She immediately dropped her gaze when she caught the punk's companion eyes. Both of them seemed to be watching. Her body tensed and she brought her hands together. A trailed of red traveled over her wrist, jumping into her clasped hands. A small ball of flickering flames started to form, taking form of a small fire salamander. The creature swirled around her hands, impatient and poised to fight.
"Your latte," the barista suddenly said. Lavinia quickly looked up, her face relaxing as she smiled at the barista. The fire salamander closed its amber eyes, slowly disappearing. With the creature gone, she took the cup of latte, thanked the employee, and took a seat near the door - making sure to place herself so she faced the men. Were they perhaps from the Addarios? She certainly didn't recognize both of them. So if they were Addarios, they were from the lower ranks. Ah. Now to mention it... Wasn't this coffee shop currently in Addario territory? Lavinia took a sip from her cup, thoughtfully thinking back. This was her favorite coffee shop and it was in the Campione's hands until about a month ago.
She couldn't help but let out a small sigh. No wonder Drake had called her. The little prick was watching her go straight into Addario territory without telling her; instead, he just told her to call him if she needed help. "I'm going to kill him," she hissed under her breath, her hands wrapped around the cup. However, she was more mad at herself. A capo blindly going in her enemies territory without realizing it; how stupid could she be? But now, she needed to move. Lavinia took one last sip, her eyes glaring at the punk and his companion. When the cup left her lips, she cracked a smile.
In a swift movement, Lavinia left her seat, stepping out of the shop. She quickly walked towards her territory, taking a sharp right into an isolated beaten down path. Fire trailed down her arms and onto the ground as she continued walking. The kindling flames jumped into each other, swarming into two, three feet salamanders. If they wanted to fight, they would get one.
"Your latte," the barista suddenly said. Lavinia quickly looked up, her face relaxing as she smiled at the barista. The fire salamander closed its amber eyes, slowly disappearing. With the creature gone, she took the cup of latte, thanked the employee, and took a seat near the door - making sure to place herself so she faced the men. Were they perhaps from the Addarios? She certainly didn't recognize both of them. So if they were Addarios, they were from the lower ranks. Ah. Now to mention it... Wasn't this coffee shop currently in Addario territory? Lavinia took a sip from her cup, thoughtfully thinking back. This was her favorite coffee shop and it was in the Campione's hands until about a month ago.
She couldn't help but let out a small sigh. No wonder Drake had called her. The little prick was watching her go straight into Addario territory without telling her; instead, he just told her to call him if she needed help. "I'm going to kill him," she hissed under her breath, her hands wrapped around the cup. However, she was more mad at herself. A capo blindly going in her enemies territory without realizing it; how stupid could she be? But now, she needed to move. Lavinia took one last sip, her eyes glaring at the punk and his companion. When the cup left her lips, she cracked a smile.
In a swift movement, Lavinia left her seat, stepping out of the shop. She quickly walked towards her territory, taking a sharp right into an isolated beaten down path. Fire trailed down her arms and onto the ground as she continued walking. The kindling flames jumped into each other, swarming into two, three feet salamanders. If they wanted to fight, they would get one.
Just looked over it again.
Still accepted. X3 Also, I look forward to this: "humanoid golems dressed in pinstripe suits"
Still accepted. X3 Also, I look forward to this: "humanoid golems dressed in pinstripe suits"
Lavinia Monroe narrowed her eyes as she observed the crime scene. She was trying to get to a certain coffee shop until she ran into a horde of reporters. Curiosity had gotten the best of her. She caught a glimpse of the victim and almost reeled in shock. The amount of ice spikes in the dead man's body just read 'over kill'. She just knew that the poor man was killed by that family. Revolting. Just thinking about them sent tingles down her spine. Ah, how she loathed the Addarios! To her, all of them were rough and common, and they gave themselves the airs of a powerful crime syndicate.
She couldn't stand it anymore - the heat, the yelling, and the scent of blood in the air. Lavinia pushed her way through the crowd, pinching people who blocked in her way. She was not in the mood to patiently wait for people to move. Finally out of the crowd, she continued towards her destination, her heels clicking on the concrete sidewalk. Her smart phone then suddenly rang. Whipping the device out of her pocket, she glanced at the caller ID that read as 'Restricted'. Without another moment, she picked up the call.
"What do you want," she growled.
"Hey, chill. Just checking up on you," a laughing voice replied.
"Not funny and necessary... You saw what happened?"
"Yeah, careful, they might be around. Call me immediately if you get in trouble."
"Drake Alphonse Carosa. I am not a child," she sternly said before ending the call. Lavinia sighed again before brushing back a few strands of platinum blonde hair from her face. Within minutes, she stepped inside the quiet coffee shop. Her instincts screamed for her to stop and asses the situation. She quickly glanced around the shop, noticing two men in the back. One of them had his gaze fixated at... her? A look of annoyance crossed her face. "What are you looking at, punk," she mentally thought as she went to order her coffee.
She couldn't stand it anymore - the heat, the yelling, and the scent of blood in the air. Lavinia pushed her way through the crowd, pinching people who blocked in her way. She was not in the mood to patiently wait for people to move. Finally out of the crowd, she continued towards her destination, her heels clicking on the concrete sidewalk. Her smart phone then suddenly rang. Whipping the device out of her pocket, she glanced at the caller ID that read as 'Restricted'. Without another moment, she picked up the call.
"What do you want," she growled.
"Hey, chill. Just checking up on you," a laughing voice replied.
"Not funny and necessary... You saw what happened?"
"Yeah, careful, they might be around. Call me immediately if you get in trouble."
"Drake Alphonse Carosa. I am not a child," she sternly said before ending the call. Lavinia sighed again before brushing back a few strands of platinum blonde hair from her face. Within minutes, she stepped inside the quiet coffee shop. Her instincts screamed for her to stop and asses the situation. She quickly glanced around the shop, noticing two men in the back. One of them had his gaze fixated at... her? A look of annoyance crossed her face. "What are you looking at, punk," she mentally thought as she went to order her coffee.
Yeeeee, IC is up. ^_^
Everyone has been accepted so far~
Everyone has been accepted so far~
The sirens wail and another day and a night of crime begins. Look closer and you'll see a dead person lying there on the sidewalk. Ice spears cover his body from head to toe; slightly melting under the hot sun. And already, the New York police know that the victim was either a mobster or an innocent bystander at the wrong time and the wrong place. They mark off the side walk with yellow tape, and the coroner places the body in a black bag. Before zipping up, she closes his sightless eyes. At that moment, a swarm of reporters crowd, each of them yelling questions at the police and the detectives.
"Is this the doing of the Campione or the Addario family?!" a reporter yells.
A detective flinches, his face creased with anger and annoyance. His olden gray eyes gaze at the body bag in the ambulance before gazing into the crowd. The man in the body bag was the seventh this week. And it was only a Thursday morning. He closes his eyes, sticking his hands in his pockets before taking a long walk to the precinct. He knows it won't end - the bloody threads that tied the two mafia families were as strong as steel.
Welcome to New York.
"Is this the doing of the Campione or the Addario family?!" a reporter yells.
A detective flinches, his face creased with anger and annoyance. His olden gray eyes gaze at the body bag in the ambulance before gazing into the crowd. The man in the body bag was the seventh this week. And it was only a Thursday morning. He closes his eyes, sticking his hands in his pockets before taking a long walk to the precinct. He knows it won't end - the bloody threads that tied the two mafia families were as strong as steel.
Welcome to New York.
;3
Same. I didn't expect more than 3 to apply. XD
Same. I didn't expect more than 3 to apply. XD
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