forum Desire, Deceit, and Death: A Mafia RP (CLOSED//Stalkers welcome)

Started June 23, 2024 by @StarkSpangledMayflower_Mad_Elder

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(Apologies, I'm feeling like crap. I made it so there is a way for anyone to enter into the story but if you're not really sure how to put yourself into this story, just introduce your character however you want.)

"Alright, so if we go like…..and then possibly consider the Ellison Manoeuvre….we might need more bullets and possibly a crossbow?" Cade leaned on his arms and stared down at a mess of white papers with blueprints and multiple file folders. The wall in front of him had a large mess of papers, red string, and photos. He silently stared at the blueprint, frowning as the gears turned in his head. As unfortunate as it seemed, his revenge plot was getting nowhere. how was he supposed to avenge his mother if he couldn't even make heads or tails of this blue print? A loud beeping broke his spiralling thoughts and he shook his head to clear his mind.

"Go for Arcade, what's going on?" He spoke through the phone. A muffled buzz sounded followed by a thump then silence. Cade frowned, what the hell was that? "You know this is not meant for fun and games. Tell me what you want or I'm going to Arrow." He growled. The voice on the other end scoffed and chuckled. The hairs on Cade's arms rose and a slight chill washed over him. Something's not right.

"Go to Arrow. I'm sure her next assignment for you will be…eventful to say the least." The voice spoke before the line dropped and a dial tone began its merciless taunt. What was going on? Cade knew hed had to leave his warehouse before anyone got to him. Taking pictures of everything he had gotten done in the last couple months, Cade tossed what he could in packing boxes and loaded them onto the white moving van he was renting under a friend's name. He dropped the van where he left his bike and changed vehicles. Cade rode to a shop nearby one of the common hanging grounds for the gang and walked around on edge, looking or listening for something familiar to calm his jittery body.

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Dove walked around with a hand in her pocket and a butterfly knife in the other. She flipped it around, fiddling with it as she watched some of the less qualified members working on their combat skills in the gym. It was interesting to watch the hand-to-hand combat matches, she almost always had a bet placed on one of the fighters and 90% of the time her predictions were true. The only times she didn't guess right was if someone was knocked out or pulled a cowardly move and asked for mercy. Dove didn't know mercy even if it knocked her upside the head.

A buzz on her waist made her clench her fist. the specific pattern of buzzing made it clear who exactly was asking for her. As she responded to Arabelle's message, she began to make her way to her office, pausing when she heard cheers coming from the gym. She finally flicked her knife closed and pocketed it, a bounce in her step as she began the winding journey to Arabelle's office. I'll collect my winnings later.

Lili was in the main hub for the mobs computers, trying to erase the small trace that they were able to find of Rai, the 'traitor'. She knew how it felt to want out, and he found a way to run, so she would make sure he got it. She wasn't the best at computers, she was better at being an assassin, but she had training with them, and know how to find and delete what she was looking for without leaving any clues that it might have been her. She had already set up a timed program to replace the security camera's record of her leaving this room, and had already replaced the footage of her entering. She wouldn't leave any trace.

She envied Rai though. Yes, he had been treated much worse than her, but he found a way out. And he had her. He didn't know it, but he had left a trail, and without her, he'd probably already be dead. When Lili escaped, she wouldn't have a helper on the inside to make sure there was not even the tiniest trail. It would be much harder for her. She didn't know if she'd ever get to taste freedom.

A lonely street lamp flickered in the near distance.

Codi glanced at it in boredom. The scenery wasn't exactly something to admire. Just the same old dirty alleyway in the mafia’s typical hanging grounds.

Off to his side were two other soldiers, Archie and Dan, who had received the same orders to guard the door as himself while Andy and Thompson settled business inside.

Codi didn't envy the night’s victim. Taking loans from the mafia was hardly a healthy decision, after all. Given the lady was ‘invited’ to the base itself, he wouldn't count on her making it out unscathed.

As Archie yawned and tapped away idly at his phone, Codi continued to mull over the night’s task. It had been many, many years since Codi was assigned such a mundane job as door duty. The others were all older than him–all except Archie, that is–and yet every one of them was far newer to the family than himself. It felt as if he was being distanced from the main business, which worried him.

Why now, after all this time?

A recent discussion he had overheard only added to his concern. Whispers of traitors, furtive glances thrown by the capos and other higher ranking soldiers. People aren't as careful as they should be when they know that you can't speak.

Of course, many of them simply assumed Codi was deaf. The mask helped, concealed the physical evidence from prying eyes. Besides, only the higher ups truly knew what had been done to him, and he never bothered correcting anyone else.

In some ways it was a blessing he was known just as “Haystacks” and not “The Kid Who Disobeyed Direct Orders”–especially since he had never learned any better.

‘Strict parents raise sneaky kids,’ he mused, followed by an internal scoff and, ‘Some parent figure this lot is.’

He would have left long before rumors about traitors, but one thing made him stick around. More than anything in this world, Codi wanted to see the consigliere dead. He was far too cruel, had hurt far too many people–Codi included–to remain breathing.

Even that desire, however, fell victim to survival instinct. Staying would only get himself killed if they truly knew about his sabotage, which he was beginning to suspect was the case. Why else would he be appointed door duty, of all things?

Which left only one loose end. One task to accomplish before taking his bags and disappearing into the night.

See, Codi hadn't heard his name in the hushed speak of traitors, but there had been a name.

Arcade.

The man had to be warned. If he wasn't, he would surely be tortured and killed–possibly even by the consigliere himself.

Codi wasn't about to let a fellow traitor-in-arms fall victim to that kind of punishment, not when he could still help it. He could use an ally, anyways, if he ever hoped to deal any real damage.

All he had to do was find Arcade and warn him apart from the others. He had to be careful–any note he tried to write ran the risk of being seen by unwanted eyes. He had to warn Arcade in person, make sure the man believed him.

The difficult part would be finding an opportunity to do so, especially if the Mafia no longer trusted him. They would do their best to keep potential traitors apart, not to mention Codi knew nothing of Arcade’s schedule.

Codi sighed, the sound more akin to a hiss, and let his eyes drift to the sliver of street visible from his vantage point. To his surprise, he found eyes looking back at him–or at least, in his general direction–as a figure passed by the alley. For one brief second the street lamp illuminated the person beneath, and Codi’s eyes widened.

He was by no means familiar with Arcade, but being in the same gang he had, of course, seen the other man before. To his absolute bafflement, the figure was the very same Arcade he was looking for.

‘Think of the devil and he shall appear.’ Codi was never a believer in luck, but this felt nothing short of divine intervention. Like the universe itself was rewarding him for doing something good, for a change.

Glancing back at Archie and Dan, he pointed at himself and made a walking motion with his fingers, then indicated both of them remain where they were.

Neither of them looked particularly bothered by the prospect, and Dan gave a little nod. Even if they thought he was strange, that didn't change the fact that Codi still had superiority among them.

Besides, two people were more than enough to handle door duty for a bit.

Taking off down the alley, he waited until he'd passed the corner to pick up speed. To his delight, he spotted Arcade not too far ahead.

He knew from experience that sneaking up on a gangster was a dangerous game, but with no voice to call out with he instead raised his phone, flashing his flashlight in a few short bursts to catch the other man’s attention.

Name: Lace ‘Metal’ Carter
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Pronouns: He/Him
Sexuality: Straight
General appearance: Crimson read eyes and flat, short black hair. Lace stands about 5’5. He usually wairs leathery types of clothing (exept leather pants! Those are the baine of his existence). Bags under his eyes are always present due to his constant late nights n’ other things. He has golden and sliver glasess whic, to be honest, he didn't nead to change for the longest of times. (Those are importainat to see, ya know?) (not good with decriptions lol)
Personality: Though Lace seemes to be cold, It's only a facade for work. If he omes out to be too nice, he risks losing his job (which he thinks is weird). Off of work he tends to have a little more of a bubbly(?) personality, always trying to stay a little more to the optomistic side. It's the only thing that really keeps him sane (most of the time).
Backstory:
(Tw?)
As a child, Lace's father was barely ever home. When he was, Lace would be lucky to catch his father in a non-entoxicated state or in an non-ingered one. Over a few years, Lace saw how the old age… No, the intoxication and ingerys was the thing that he'd assume brought his father to his final breath.

One night, he over heard his father franicly talking to his mother about different topics but Lace only really started paying any attention when he said “They're after me..” His father went out to the ‘bar’ that night. And never came back in the morning.

Over the many years without a father, Lace had connected more dots than one. That comment his father made that night… He needed to know who…

His mother was the one who broke the news to Lace. A very well known gang by the name of… And thats where his mother stopped. She stopped and seemed to brake down. That night was the last Lace had seen of his mother. He put flowers on her grave evey time he visited.

Over the next year, Lace understood that if he sulked around about everything, it'd most probably lead to his own so he got a job as a cab driver.

One day, a man witha mask and what seemed to be a pistol rushed into his car DRIVE DRIVE DRIVE!! Lace turned the gear to three and pushed the pettle to the metal. He zoomed by all the cars, dogding and weaving. This was new to Lace, yet so much fun.

When the masked man told Lace to stop in an alleyway and get out with him, Laces heart dropped. Death was coming? and he was only 19? Sad way to go out, ya know?

“Look, You drive well… And it seems that you can get better. But you aren't living your normal life anymore. Not since you were seen with me. Here.” The masked figure handed him a crumpled post-it with a number writen on it. “If ya need a job which pays well, Ya know who to call.”

The next night, the same man was sitting in his back seat and they were flying 100 in a 60 zone.

Maybe a getaway driver wasn't so bad, aye? I get the money…

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Extra tidbits I may have forgotten to add here:

Arabelle slumped over the desk, her hand resting against her head as she held the cigarette. A trail of smoke drifted up from it. She had not been leader of the gang for that long, compared to her predecessor, but she suspected that she was dealing with a lot more now than he ever did. Ever since the previous leader was murdered, Arabelle had to watch for the Volpi’s every move. And now, this. She stared at the files, letting out a smoky breath. She had to deal with this now, before the Volpi complicated things or distracted her.
Then she felt a buzz from her phone. She glanced at it, straightening as she realized it was a reply from Dove. Arabelle brushed some hair strands behind her ear. Thank whatever god was out there for Dove. It was their friendship and relationship with her family that got her where she was today. If she was being honest, she consulted her more than the consigliere himself. But of course, it was only natural. The consigliere had been her biggest obstacle to achieving this position after her predecessor’s murder. Now they had a fragile alliance. Even with such dire matters, Arabelle would not ask for his advice just yet.
Arabelle organized the files in front of her, then set her cigarette on the ash tray, waiting.

Dustin was in the training gym, running reps on the punching bags. He couldn't care less about what the traitors were up to right now. If he needed to concern himself with their whereabouts…then it was simple. He would be called to the office and told his mission and his targets. Then, he would swiftly take care of them from a distance and run home with another completed mission.
Might as well get some training in while he still had the chance too. There was a chance he would be sent out to take care of a smaller target instead of the traitors. Which would be disappointing, but he would still take care of it with the same amount of precision. He was loyal to this group, and that was how it would stay as long as his mother remained with them and remained safe. He took a moment to pause, walking over to his water bottle to take a sip from it. He knew his limits, and pacing was better than over doing it all at once.

(Woops posted it prematurely. Nothin to see here)