Mafia quest- City of the free
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The rain lightly brushes up against your skin as you stand under the flickering lamp post, tapping your foot impatiently. You grip the brown hat sitting atop your head as your eyes glance down at the gold wrist watch strapped to your wrist. The time on it read out to roughly 7:45 PM, about an hour after you were supposed to meet your uncle's "friend". You click your tongue as you stare at the dull light shining above you, sticking your hand back into your jacket pocket.
Your name is Antonio Romano, a young man around the age of 19. Most of your life you grew up in the shoddy part of New York, as such in your youth you ended up being quite the delinquent. You've become an expert pick pocket, and a master of slight of hand. A short while ago you were caught attempting to lift from the store that you worked at, and were promptly fired on the spot. Your mother, desperate to get you another job, refereed you to your uncle.
You don't know much about your uncle, other than he deals with... Illegal businesses. It's an unspoken rule not to talk about him, or his activities with the mob, unless you need some favors. After all family is family, even a man like him had to look out for his family.
Just as you were lost in thought, you hear the sound of an automobile parking in front of the newly paved streets in front of you. After a bit of trouble, one of the side doors opens, and a woman leans her head out of the door frame. She appears to be dressed in a black suit that's unbuttoned at the top, as well as a low cut black skirt with jet black stockings underneath. Needless to say her style of dress is what one would call seductive. Her blonde hair is tied up into a bun, while a pair of thin frame glasses rests on the bridge of her nose. "So you must be Tony, correct? Sorry that I'm a little late."
>[] Complain about her lateness
>[] Tell her it's alright and get in.
>[] Ask her name
>[] Write in.
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>>182373
>[] Complain about her lateness
Then
>[] ask her name
>>182373
>[X] Complain about her lateness
>[X] ask her name
>>182390
>>182411
"The hell took ya' so long, it's about to start rainin' cats and dogs out here. Rather be out of that shit storm before it hits." as you rest your hand on the frame of the door, bending down to get a better look of her. She looks slightly older than you, if you had do guess around 26-29, but she could very well be in her mid thirties. Having that said, you find her to be quite attractive, her attire certainly helps.
The woman pushes up her glasses, giving you a soft chuckle, before folding her arms around her chest, scooting over slightly. "Well let's just say me and the fella over here were... Busy, with a job for your uncle." She tapped the seat in front of her with a foot, alerting her to a tall but skinny man at the driver's seat. He replied with a grunt, looking back at you with sharp eyes. One of his eyes, you'd notice, was bruised, and there was a fresh cut above his nose. Another thing to note was that he seemed to be clearly foreign, seemingly Asian from what you could tell.
Uncertainly you scoot over next to the woman, sitting up straight as you look back at her. "By the way babe, never caught you or the driver over there's name."
Restrained laughter escaped her lips soon after you said the word babe, almost as if you said some kind of joke. Eventually her laughter subsided and she adjusted her glasses, looking you over again. You could hear a groan of annoyance from the driver, causing you to sink back a little bit in your seat. The woman leaned back in her own seat before finally introducing herself. "My name is Isabella Gallo. We call the diver over there Lee. I'm your uncle's... Secretary. Let's just leave it at that, alright? Any other questions?" She asks as you close the door.
>[] So what exactly were you two doing before?
>[] What does my uncle want with me exactly?
>[] Where are we going?
>[] (Write in any other action.)
>>182536
>>[X] What does my uncle want with me exactly?
Family matters.
>>182539
+1
>>182539
>>182611
"Say can ya tell me what my uncle wants with me?" You ask, taking off your hat to inspect it. It doesn't seem as if the mild drizzle ruined it, but still, you'd rather have everything you owned be in perfect condition. Even a few drops like that were noticeable. You supposed it would dry, so it wasn't the end of the world. "I mean the guy just called me all the way out here for some work. Don't know what the hell I'm supposed to be doin'."
As you speak, Lee gently starts up the car, pulling it away from the curb and driving it down the street. The cabin of the car starts to bump and shake as it moves on, Isabella glancing at you as she bites her lip. There is a full minutes worth of silence before finally giving you an answer. "Look to tell you the truth, I don't really know." She sighs before taking her eyes off of you, staring at the road ahead. The rain starts to pick up, rain pouring down onto the car like bullets. "You DO know what it is he does, don't you?"
"Ha of course, I ain't brain dead ya know. He's parta' some gang of crooks right?" You rest your arms behind your head, starting to kick back slightly. Your words cause Lee to flinch a bit, muttering some rude words under his breath. Isabella, on the other hand, only smirks , resting her hands anxiously on her lap.
"Well you certainty are the disrespectful type. Girls like that kind of guy. You might want to watch your words when we get to the hide out, though." Her words seem to have an amused tone to them as she pulled a cigarette out of her shirt pocket. " Your uncle isn't just "part of a gang of crooks" he's their boss. The top dog, near the top of the food chain in this city. You must have some kind of skill if he bothered to take you on, don't you?"
>Tell her about your pick pocket skills
>Lie and make up some absurd skill.
> Demonstrate your abilities, nab something from her. (Requires a roll. 10 Sided die. 1-5 Is a failure, 6-10 success.)
>Write in.
Rolled 4 (1d10)
>>182717
>Demonstrate your abilities, nab something from her. (Requires a roll. 10 Sided die. 1-5 Is a failure, 6-10 success.)
>>182717
dice+d10
>Demonstrate your abilities, nab something from her. (Requires a roll. 10 Sided die. 1-5 Is a failure, 6-10 success.)
>>182850
Smirking you look at where she pulled her cigarette out from. She had already started to light it up, smoke starting to full up the car. You wheeze a bit attempting to avoid breathing in the fumes. You're used to your dad smoking regularly, but the smell can still fell quite jarring. Reaching out through the smoke you make an attempt to grab some cigarettes out of her breast pocket.
What should have happened was that you would have skillfully pulled out the box of cigarettes, and demonstrated it to the two. That's what SHOULD have happened. Instead, as your hand enters Isabella's breast pocket, you hear a small wincing noise. Before you have time to react you can feel Isabella's arm put your wrist into a death grip, harshly pulling it away from her chest. You see your hand already starting to grow purple as you helplessly attempting to pull it out of her grasp.
"... Next time you want to touch buy me some dinner, alright?" Her voice had a dangerous tone to it as she stared daggers into you. Suddenly the warm car grew a few degrees colder.
"Got it, got it, don't have to rip my wrist off." Like hell you there would be a next time, you decided. Quickly she let your wrist go, returning her hand to her lap as she hummed pleasantly. You doubt she would actually let the incident go that easily, of course. As you look down at your wrist you notice an odd... Indent, almost as if something were still constricting you. You turn to look over at Isabella, then back over at your wrist, both the sensation and the indent are gone. Before you have any time to question it, the car stops and you hear the driver door open.
"Get out, we're here." You hear Lee's harsh voice from outside of the car. Isabella composes herself and slowly exists the car herself, nodding for you to follow along. You quickly exit the car, when you do you notice that the three of you are standing outside of an Italian restaurant.
"The hell is this?" You ask, leaning forward,, shoving your hands in your pockets. "What is this some kinda joke?"
Isabella rubs her temples, before looking back over to you. "Just follow along, alright there Tony?" She starts to slowly enter the shop, Lee following behind her.
>[] Catch up, and then maybe ask Isabella about when she grabbed your wrist.
>[] Catch up and talk to Lee, maybe ask him where exactly you are.
>[] Apologize to Isabella for your earlier actions.
>[] Write in.
