Post by Deleted on Oct 24, 2013 8:13:48 GMT
wayward.
The engine shut off pressed into a quiet alleyway. A black suit slide from a midnight Ferrari, nails clicking on oily, dark sunglasses. The club's entrance was boarded up this time of day, the chain links pulled down over the narrow, inauspicious doorway. Old posters, vandalized with marker and spray paint, were plastered over the wall. Two other suits followed Giovanni, pulling out wire clippers and a key hidden in the pockets with their guns.
Giovanni hadn't come here to meet Primo. He just wanted to see the place. His company sniped out the locked of the mesh storefront screen. With the duplicate key, the door was opened for him. He slipped inside, his car beeping outside as it locked.
Patient footsteps tapped on the smooth dance floors. Chairs were stacked over the tables, dust floating through the lazy afternoon sunlight. "It doesn't look like the pictures," he commented.
He slipped further from his men as he surveyed the rooms. Giovanni wanted to see what Primo had built up to make ends meet. His eyes flicked about, cold and sharp as a blade. "And the private room?" he asked, remembering there was more than what it appeared to be. The two spies looked at each other, and then, one walked over to a fixture in the wall, fished a new key from his pocket, and slide it into the opening. A quick turn, and a cabinet of liquor slide to the left revealing a secret office.
The room was moth bitten and smelled like an old cigar box. The wallpaper must be from the 60s. Giovanni picked up a photograph of two blonde twins framed on the desk, staring at it a moment. He unlatched the back, pulled out the photo, and put that away. From the same pocket, he removed the pocket watch. It had belonged to his father. A small note had been pressed inside it listing only 11PM and the address of his suburban home. Giovanni opened one of the drawers and lowered the precious object inside. After shutting the space, he stayed for a moment looking over the desk, and then, he walked back to his men and his car. He made sure his spies locked the back door and pulled down the chain mesh.
PRIMO COHN, @sid, open to any logical character as well!
Giovanni hadn't come here to meet Primo. He just wanted to see the place. His company sniped out the locked of the mesh storefront screen. With the duplicate key, the door was opened for him. He slipped inside, his car beeping outside as it locked.
Patient footsteps tapped on the smooth dance floors. Chairs were stacked over the tables, dust floating through the lazy afternoon sunlight. "It doesn't look like the pictures," he commented.
He slipped further from his men as he surveyed the rooms. Giovanni wanted to see what Primo had built up to make ends meet. His eyes flicked about, cold and sharp as a blade. "And the private room?" he asked, remembering there was more than what it appeared to be. The two spies looked at each other, and then, one walked over to a fixture in the wall, fished a new key from his pocket, and slide it into the opening. A quick turn, and a cabinet of liquor slide to the left revealing a secret office.
The room was moth bitten and smelled like an old cigar box. The wallpaper must be from the 60s. Giovanni picked up a photograph of two blonde twins framed on the desk, staring at it a moment. He unlatched the back, pulled out the photo, and put that away. From the same pocket, he removed the pocket watch. It had belonged to his father. A small note had been pressed inside it listing only 11PM and the address of his suburban home. Giovanni opened one of the drawers and lowered the precious object inside. After shutting the space, he stayed for a moment looking over the desk, and then, he walked back to his men and his car. He made sure his spies locked the back door and pulled down the chain mesh.
PRIMO COHN, @sid, open to any logical character as well!
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