SO! I want the whole Mafia children falling in love sha-bang.
Idk. Just seems fun. I'll explain my plot if anyone wishes to join.
Mafia romance thing? (Closed) (rated M)
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I'm assuming you mean Mafia? If so, I have a girl that is actually a member of a made-up Mafia family.
Whoops. Yes actually.
Excuse my moment of stupidity. Interested in joining?
Is this just a one-on-one, or can I join as well?
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Yeah. I always like bringing out my girl's more violent side.
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(May I stalk? And play any side characters like the childrens parents?)
Is this just a one-on-one, or can I join as well?
Ah yeah. I'm a little bit more comfortable with one on ones because I'm not that often, but if you want we can do one too?
Is this just a one-on-one, or can I join as well?
Ah yeah. I'm a little bit more comfortable with one on ones because I'm not that often, but if you want we can do one too?
Sure, I'm fine with that!
Yeah. I always like bringing out my girl's more violent side.
Lol. I love bringing out my more violent characters too.
Anywho, I don't have that big of a plot, just a two rival Mafia groups are at war. One side decides to kidnap the others kid. Long story short the kids from both sides fall in love.
Ah and age range 17-19
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Okay, I have her character sheet here: Invalid Character
If anything needs to be changed (like the shitton of magic) it's fine by me!
Ooh, I like her! But yeah maybe pull the magic out.
Uuuh, I don't really have a sheet for the character I was gonna use. So….would you prefer blind or me just telling you about him now?
Also whos Chachter do we want to get kidnapped?
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I can do blind, and I'd say Tess would bite the head off of anyone trying to kidnap her, so let's do your character.
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Warning: I'm going to eat now, and I can't eat and type at the same time. I'll be back in a bit.
Lol alright. Mines a bit of a softy so he'd probably get kidnapped anyway.
Want me to post a starter?
Oh okay. Enjoy your food!
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I'm back! And could you post the starter?
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(May I stalk? And play any side characters like the childrens parents?)
(I'll just stalk then.)
(Welcome back! And yeah totally, here we go.)
Karkota had been waiting for someone that night. Of course it was family business so he hadn't put much though into it, but when things started to go wrong, he knew it was a set up. Then next thing he knew he was waking up cuffed to a chair.
Karkota groaned, annoyed that he told his parents that he wouldn't need back up. That it was just a simple meet up. That nothing could go wrong. His head thobbed, and he asummed that's how they knocked him out.
(May I stalk? And play any side characters like the childrens parents?)
(I'll just stalk then.)
(Whoops sorry I didn't see this. But yeah, you can stalk.)
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Tessa tapped her foot irritably. Rawling, the Boss of the family of the said name, had told her to wait here. That he had some business to conduct.
She wasn't an idiot. She did things that most people could never fathom a nineteen-year-old girl to do. Yet here she was. The personal weapon of the Rawling crime family.
Fun.
She looked up at the clock for the thousandth time. What the hell was he doing? She was getting impatient and she really needed to go do something.
Once Karkota finally did realise what had happened, he panicked. What was he supposed to do? Its not like his family really ever told him what to do if he was kidnapped. Heck, his family probably hadn't even noticed yet.
He cursed loudly, hopping someone was listening. He pulled at the cuffs keeping him to the chair. "Hello?" He called.
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Tessa popped her head up at the sound of someone talking in the other room. Except it was a voice that she didn't know.
She smirked and pulled up the hood of her sweatshirt so that it shadowed half of her face. Satisfied she was plenty creepy, she slowly pushed open the door and waltzed in, her knee-high heeled boots clicking against the concrete floor. "Ciao." She propped a hip against the doorframe, not caring if her skinny jeans got dirty.
Karkota rolled his eyes. He saw no need for a hood. What was he gonna do? Tell the police who kidnapped him? "You in charge?" He asked tentivly. Not really knowing what to say. Karkota hadn't even though anyone would come in. In fact, he hopped against it.
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Tessa snorted. "Yes, an American in charge of an Italian crime organization–and a woman at that. You're cute, mio amico. But no, I'm not. I'm just the weapon for hire."
"oh nui, I assume you're here to deal the pain then?" A slight hint of fear in his voice. Karkota wanted to go back to Hawaii where he wouldn't have to deal with all this. But of course his father insisted on his moving to America. 'the family business.' he'd said. What a load of bull.
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(her half brother lives in Hawaii!)
"Maybe," she purred with a smirk. "Maybe not. It would be unprofessional of me to reveal my intentions."
"HUNT!"
She rolled her eyes and pulled off the hood, looking over her shoulder at the angry man that had called her name. "Non volevo fargli niente. Stavo solo controllando e divertendomi un po'. Il che è qualcosa che non mi lasci avere." Despite her declaration that she was American, she spoke surprisingly fluent Italian.
(Oh wow. That's cool! Also I'm using Google translate so I have no idea if any of the Hawaiian is right.)
Karkota pushed himself back in his chair at her tone. He wasn't nescacerly found of getting tortured. But then again, who was? At the sound of another voice-even if he didn't understand it- he almost breathed a sigh of relief.
ka heck? Karkota thought to himself, aia paha maanei e pepehi iaʻu.
He almost rolled his eyes at himself, almost.
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The two bickered some more and she sighed, grabbing the knife the man gave her and closing the door behind her as she came back. "Okay, here's the deal. You stay here until we say so, and you're also going to give up whatever information we want about your family."
She came up to him in a flash and had the knife under his chin, the point digging into his flesh slightly. "Do we have an agreement?"
He watched them courisly but at the sight of a knife again fear stuck him.
"And if I don't?" He asked, his throat going absolutely dry. If anything Karkota was stubborn, His family taught him that. 'be stubborn and don't give in.' his father used to say.
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She really didn't want to hurt this kid. Killing, she could do. Torture? That was like a slap to her face. It was literally one of her worst nightmarish memories. Not cool man, not cool.
"If you don't you get a taste of what the Mafia's favorite weapon is capable of." To prove her point, she grabbed the small dagger strapped to her back and slammed it into the chair in a flash. The wobbly weapon was a hairsbreadth from one of his fingers.