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Post by DodoDestroyer on Jan 29, 2017 11:26:47 GMT
Charlotte looks at Marie when she places a hand on her shoulder. She searches her expression once more for any indication that her sister was concerned or anything other than her usual coldness... She finds nothing. However, the hand she placed on her shoulder is something, but she is unsure what it truly means. Charlotte doesn't expect her sisters to cradle her and speak soothing words, just show some concern after the ordeal they all witnessed like any sibling would do, is it so much to ask for? They both failed to do that, caring more about this Dom character and intimidating their brother. It saddens Charlotte, but she shouldn't have expected anything different.
She is still frustrated with Marie with what she did, but she's tired from the whole scenario. She would like to make her own way home and just take the moment to calm her nerves as she's more than capable of doing it herself, but she just would like to get there soon as possible and coming along with Marie would be the way to do it. After watching Marie for a moment, then looking at Claire over near the bar, who will stay here for an hour or two, she has her answer. "Yes. I do."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2017 0:19:30 GMT
Sliding her hand off of Charlotte's shoulder, Marie looked down and watched Charlotte's expression as it conflicted with emotion to search for signs of how she was feeling. It wasn't difficult for her to do so, considering the amount of times she had done the same thing with both of her sisters throughout her life. Aside from that, Charlotte wasn't making too large of an attempt to conceal her feelings anyway. She was able to immediately notice the feeling of betrayal that was plainly written across Charlotte's face. Despite this, her sister's pain was bothering her much less than it had been before. Feeling little more than the fatigue that came from the long night at this point, she was slowly beginning to feel more and more internally like the cold appearance she was wearing. Of course it mattered to her that Charlotte knew that she had been so cold with her out of a concern for her safety, but she no longer had the same desire to make the situation that much easier for her sister. When Charlotte finally answered her question after a bit of deliberation, Marie's eyebrows rose slightly to indicate her surprise. "Fine." She replied simply, though she was pleased that Charlotte wasn't angry with her enough to begin avoiding her. The dim light of the bar reflected off of her glasses as she removed them from her suit pocket and placed them back in front of her eyes. "I trust you'll arrive before it gets exceptionally late?" She asked Claire, removing her gaze from Charlotte to look to her place at the bar.
Believing that she'd made the answer to her question clear, Marie didn't wait for a response before nodding to two men who were lingering near the door. Moving quickly and letting Charlotte follow her at her own pace, Marie closed the distance to the glass doors and made her way into the frigid night that had been waiting outside. The two men spoke casually to one another about something unrelated to the situation as they strolled to the front of the bulky car and moved into the front seats. After squeezing into the tight space of the car's backseat, she waited for Charlotte to settle in beside of her. As she did so, she turned to look at her sister while the driver and passenger continued their conversation. "How do you feel about how the night went?" She asked in an even tone, while her expression presented little emotion.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Jan 31, 2017 7:49:39 GMT
Claire looks away from her drink long enough to listen to Marie's question. "You know I will." She says before returning to sipping her drink, watching the numerous people around the speakeasy. There are a few people that could be recruits. The girl nursing the whiskey bottle in the corner, the men drinking at the bar a few stools down from her, talking amongst themselves. Since she is now alone and not preoccupied, people would more likely approach to speak to her about work. Martial Law has recently ended and people are eager in getting back to the business they all know and love, so who better to find work from than one of the working DeWitt sisters? She just needs to be patient and wait for them to come to her.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Jan 31, 2017 8:12:32 GMT
Charlotte just follows wordlessly, she's too tired to speak right now. Today started wonderfully, she got her duties covered at her work and her first meeting with Tommy, her long lost brother. She felt so happy to find him, the family hasn't necessarily been the same since their father's death. The three women go about their business just fine and look out for one another as they always did, but it has always felt a spot within them is left vacant. Charlotte is open about this feeling, while Claire and Marie seem to not dwell on it, or just try to ignore it. Charlotte doesn't think it is a healthy attribute on the latter.
But then near the end, it took a turn for the worst. She didn't see most of it, but she got the sense to know that somehow, somebody threatened Claire. That in itself, is a really foolish idea if anybody knew even a little about her middle sister, who built a reputation for being blunt, straight forward and aggressive in the best of moods. This action sparked something inside Tommy, like it unleashed something he was keeping locked inside of him, but didn't have much control over. He turned into a different person, somebody that scared her when she caught a glimpse of him holding a sharp object over an unconscious man, roaring like an animal... No, no. She mustn't think of her brother like that, we all have our demons. He has so many good qualities about him that this... Quirk... Shouldn't define him, that isn't the true Tommy... Right?
She looks at her oldest sister when she asks how the night went... She really does not want to answer this. Not only because she does not want to be reminded of it, but she knows this might lead to another argument about her leaving the family business. Is it so hard to understand that it was never anything she wanted to be a part of? But, refusing to answer will only make things worse and then nobody comes out of it better. "The night went great, until the... Commotion nearing the end of it... Tommy is genuine, I can feel it." She meets her sister's gaze. "He bares no ill to us, he just wants to be a part of the family finally." She hopes this will divert the attention away from how poorly she handled the chaotic situation back in the speakeasy.
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Post by snipsnap on Feb 2, 2017 1:42:26 GMT
Ellie couldn’t help but smirk at his thinly guised attempt at pretending to like tea. Tommy was a storyteller, that’s for sure, but Eleanor was a good listener and never minded when someone else commanded a conversation. She opens her mouth to talk about her father, but quickly bites her tongue. Old wounds run deep and all that. The talk of parents was for another time. Looking at him attentively, she paid careful attention to each of his words. She never imagined him as a Marine but now that he mentioned it she could definitely see it in the way he savored that little taste of lemon cake and the way his muscle never seemed to completely relax, like he was just waiting for something to happen. She looked down in surprise as he shared some of his cake with her and she smiled up at him warmly, her face warming a little bit, “Oh… thank you!” She broke off a small bit of her half and let the sweet lemony flavor spread across her tongue, relishing in its tang before swallowing.
Then surprisingly enough, Tommy started talking about his family without her even asking. Guess he didn’t exactly know how information works in this city. Clearing her throat she began, “I think I can make a pretty educated guess about your sisters,” laughing a little bit to herself. “ “And my paw taught me that a lady always needs to be able to take care of herself, he’s the one that taught me to box,” as she said this she pulled out the half-dollar tip he left earlier and placed it on the table, “We’ll go dutch.” Reclining a bit in her chair with teacup in hand she took a long sip, mulling over her next move; talking to people was like a game of chess, if you lead too strong they set up defenses, but if you take your time and move each piece exactingly, you’ll find yourself ready to take the king in no time. “I’m sure you’ve been able to tell by now but Marie is going to be the hardest sell out of the three of them. She thinks you’re trying to flimflam them but, personally, I don’t think you are. Honestly wouldn’t even be surprised if there were more like you out there; your father had a lot of Janes in his time. You look a lot like him though, I’d watch your back. Even if your sisters haven’t accepted ya yet, others will. People like Dom, those were his boys earlier.” Taking another bite of the lemon cake she added sheepishly, “I will admit, he’s part of the reason I’m here. He runs the street that my apartment is on and I would prefer not to run into him or his gang until Naos is finished with ‘em,” then after a little thought, “Not that I couldn’t handle them on my own, of course.”
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Post by jackygirl on Feb 3, 2017 7:11:56 GMT
Jane had been carefully watching the goings on in the bar as she finished her whiskey, she recognised Claire DeWitt glancing at her now that might be a a good way to make some cash. Jane downs the last of her whiskey and strides over to the mob boss taking care to look confident without trying to be overly challenging. "Miss DeWitt? Names Jane, mind if I join ya for a second?"
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Feb 3, 2017 7:51:44 GMT
Claire turns her head to look at who this voice belongs to. She sees the whiskey girl standing beside her. She quickly looks her up and down to size her up, see if she's capable now she isn't far off in the corner. After a little while, she nods to the absent spot beside her.
"You want a job." Claire says before the woman can say anything else when she sits. "But not a job like cooking or playing housemaid. You want something more in the underworld, which is why you came to me." She takes a quick sip of her whiskey before continuing. "But you're a woman in a man's line of work. You need to work twice as hard to earn half as much respect. You came to me specifically because me and my sister run the show in our business, making your odds at being accepted more in your favour."
After she finishes, she looks at Jane dead in the eye. "Am I hitting the bullseye here or is there something else you want?" of course, Claire knows she wants a job. The whole look of Jane says she doesn't belong in a normal life, they both dress in men's clothing and drinking spirits instead of wine. She awaits for her to answer.
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Post by jackygirl on Feb 3, 2017 8:13:58 GMT
Jane takes a seat and nods. "I heard you ain't one to chew the fat and I guess I heard right. No I ain't one for cooking or cleaning I tried serving for drinks for a while but never was much good at anything besides cutting wiseguys and my boss took offence when I scarred some punk who was trying to get a little too friendly. I've been running odd protection jobs for the pro skirts these past couple of months but they pay is kinda irregular and I'm looking for something a bit more profitable. I'm tougher then most cats in this town and I ain't never welched on a deal or betrayed someone who didn't betray me first. So whaddya say am I in?"
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Feb 3, 2017 9:58:52 GMT
"You don't get 'in' just by making your sales pitch to me." Claire says bluntly and finishes her drink. "Anybody can say anything around here, I'm not looking for words, I'm looking for actions." She reaches into her pants pocket and pulls out a business card of Al's workshop. She slides it across the bar and in front of Jane. "Tomorrow morning at 9:00am, come to this address, I'll be working there and I'll be sure to have something for you. Do this job and then you're 'in', just be sure about your decision. If you arrive, you can't turn back." Claire says seriously to the woman, keeping eye contact. She doesn't want somebody getting the willies and backing out at the last minute. She needs to be sure they're up to the task.
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Post by Deaths on Feb 6, 2017 4:18:40 GMT
"You're right about Marie." Tommy laughs between bites of his lemon cake. "The thing is I really don't want that life. I've killed people, I've hurt people, I just want to work on cars." He pauses for a moment letting out a sigh, he puts up a smile to try and mask his real feelings. "I lucked out Claire's letting me work at the shop she works at. I wonder how many others got the same letters I got. Well I'd be worried if there were more of me, there's a good chance they'll just want some free money." A small worry shows on his face. "I can walk you home at least, embarrassingly enough I'm kind of lost. These streets look the same, and I can't find my hotel." He smiles admitting how pathetic he was right now.
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Dom had a sick smile on his face when he heard about what happened at the Naos'. He called all of his boys inside, and started boarding up the windows and doors. He proceeds to a small chest in the back room, inside were his best toys. He started passing out the guns to his crew. "Whoever kills Naos gets to keep his little fucking hole in the wall." A few cheers break out from the rest of the men. "If any of the DeWitt girls show up, you bring them to me, my family is going to want them."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 7, 2017 2:29:09 GMT
Leaning back against the black seat of the car that was escorting her and her sister to their estate, Marie turned her head to look down and meet Charlotte's eyes. She had asked her sister the question in order to determine how Charlotte was feeling towards her at the time, but found that she was more concerned with Tommy than with the way that she treated her. As she held her sister's gaze, her posture didn't accommodate for the person who she was talking to as her eyes did all of the work. A small smirk hinted on her face after listening to her sister's full reply, but it vanished as quickly as it had appeared. "Then where is he now?" She asked in somewhat of an amused tone. "Since his bleeding heart to be with us drove him to journey through the country, why did he just take off to God knows where?" She subconsciously added a bit of smugness to her features and body language as she looked down at Charlotte, though she would've concealed it if she was aware of it. She knew that the answer to her question didn't really mean that much, but thought that it would be enough to possibly concern Charlotte about his whereabouts. At this point, any bit of doubt of Tommy that she could place within her sister would be helpful for various reasons. She removed her glasses and made a show of wiping the lenses and put them back on, though they were mostly useless in the dark of the night. "Anyway, it's just a question." She said, sounding bit more droll than before.
As they were driven through more small urban streets, the inside of the car was illuminated by the dim street lamps that lined their paths. At this point, the men in the front of the car were still conversing and the street vessel was nearing closer and closer to their guarded estate. Though they still had a bit of a distance left, Marie anticipated having the ability to work where her real duties usually happen. It was a bit late but, after the night's developments, she certainly needed to tend to some things before rest. Of course, she also needed to stay up late enough to ensure that Claire would make it home in reasonable time. Though Claire was too old and too capable to have a curfew, Marie had a tendency to get under the skin of both of her sisters with fussing about their staying out late. Still a while from home, though, she kept her amused gaze on her sister as she awaited a response.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Feb 7, 2017 6:32:25 GMT
Charlotte searches through her mind for a response, for a reason to give Tommy a plausible excuse as to why he left the bar after the whole incident... but she comes up with none. This raises another question that asked to herself: why? Claire and Marie didn't leave the trio's company at all once the whole drama had ended, Tommy left as soon as he came. She struggles to remember if he told her where he was going, she most likely did not hear him being how shaken she was. The confusion and uncertainty is clear on her face, even if she tried to hide it, she was too emotional.
Eventually she gives up finding a reason. She looks down in defeat, shoulders slump and leaning back in her seat a little. Marie is right, as much as Charlotte doesn't want to admit it. Now her mind is completely occupied to as where and why Tommy just up and left, leaving her in a fragile state and her sisters in concern of their safety... Marie doesn't like to admit it, but she made a huge deal about it not to be concerned. Claire... Charlotte couldn't actually tell if Claire was more worried or angry at what happened. It's hard to tell those two emotions within the middle child apart, but she didn't leave the area.
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Post by jackygirl on Feb 11, 2017 22:00:50 GMT
Jane stands up slipping her card into her breast pocket. "Wanna check I can walk the walk huh? Fine I get it I'll see you tomorrow." She left the speakeasy pulling her coat around her against the cold. She had a small apartment next to a brothel the madam let her stay there for cheap in case they ever had any problems they knew she'd be there with her trusty knife. Striding through the dark streets she made her way for home and bed.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Feb 21, 2017 21:11:42 GMT
Claire raises her empty glass slightly as in goodbye as the woman leaves. Looking at her, she was reminded of herself. The way she dresses, the taste in alcohol and Claire knew by her confidence she has had a fair few fights in her time. She's just gotta see if she will walk the walk... Because the job she had in mind for her is not a walk in the park.
Seeing no other use here, Claire pays for her bottle and leaves a tip. Half empty bottle in hand, she walks out of the bar and heads home on foot. It's getting late and the sun has almost set, the time where muggers and thieves roam the streets. Not safe for a woman to walk alone at night. It's lucky that Claire isn't your typical woman...
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Post by Firefist on Feb 25, 2017 2:46:27 GMT
After the fight in the entrance ended, Ed looked around to see if there was anyone else left to fight or if that was it. Once confirming that there was no one left, he put his Lugar back into his jacket pocket and watched as Tommy and the gal, who he recognised as the final DeWitt sister Claire, approached the table. Ed quietly thought to himself how to best approach Marie about working for her, since she is the Big Shot and considering if what people told him about her personality is true, then he only has one chance at this. However, before Ed could think up any ideas he was interrupted by Tommy thanking him, then proceeded to stun him by following up with his full name. As Tommy turn to talk to Marie, Ed tried to remember if anyone told him about a DeWitt brother and when nothing came to mind he was swamped with the feeling of embarrassment for ignoring him when he first walked up to the table. Ed quickly composed himself, he could mull over it later when he got back home. As he returned to waiting, Ed noticed that Claire was looking at him, then whispered something to Marie, before heading to the bar. However, Ed didn't have time to think what Claire said, as Maire started to speak him. Sighing with relief, Ed started to leave the Brick Mansion after Marie was finished talking to him, although he was going to have to prove himself to Marie, he had a chance to work for the DeWitts. As Ed stepped out of the juice joint, he was greeted with a cold gust of wind, which made him quicken his walk to a nearby letterbox to drop the letter heading for Detroit off, before going back to his dive.
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