Easy Times

[Zenkiki]

Gangs rule the cities. The year is 1924,bootlegging is a common practice and another shipment of the sweet wine and hard liquor comes in late a night while the speakeasy is partying down in the basement of the barber shop in the ghetto neighborhood in the outskirts of Chicago. The club beneath the barber shop was filled with the sounds of people drinking and enjoying themselves, but for the person who owns it was watching them having fun from her office on the second story over looking the the backside of the singer. The white feline smiles seeing all the money being passed around and even more valuable was drugs.

She steps away from the window and turns her attention to the mouse in the chair in front of her desk. “now… how many times have I told you that you owe me something?” The mouse tried to speak but she was cut off. “I saved you from MS23.”

The mouse blurts out, “Sabrina! You did save me but I cannot risk risk my life for something I don't believe in.” The cat shakes her head.

“That isn't the answer I was looking for. Do I need to break a bone or two?” She sits down on her right so her golden eye was the more visible of the two and her blue right eye wasnt in veiw. “you know I might send you to family to be taught a lesson.”

The mouse shakes in fear now. “no! Please! I'll help you, I just hope I dont run into my family while I'm betraying them.” Sabrina smiles at her. “good girl. Now get out of here and lead MS23 to the docks so we can deal with them.” The mouse got up and stumbles out into the hall to head down stairs and out the door. Sabrina sits down on her couch waiting for her contacts to arrive at the bar table.



(Okay so this is the intro post to a rp I hope will be able to be open to the whole site. Once we figure out who is interested and who they will be in the story. So if you are interested I will take up to 4 people outside of the Mafia family Sabrina is apart of. There will be certain people that can fill that role because it suits their style better. There will be gangs, blood, violence, and other mature things associated with gangs and the New York Mafia.


Rules:

This is open to everyone interested I only ask you talk about it before you hop right in and let me bring you in if you are not apart of the initial 4.

Keep it pg13 and abide by the faf rules. You can do adult stuff in private, and just say so and so did a thing.

You can write as much or as little as you want, but I would suggest atleast enough to actually get some development on your character. I will be leading most of what happens so please dont bring up that there is a npc there because so and so reason. I want everything to have interconnected stories.

This first couple people post who your character is, a basic who they are personality wise and then a you can post why you are at the bar, how did you get my rare message. Why you and you can go until you sit down at a table.

If you want to join PM me your character info and then I'll work on bringing you into the story, just dont say where you are or why until I bring you in.

If anyone has questions ask. I dont know everything and. I am sure I missed something in this post.)

 

[Wulf Canavar]

Wulf and his date walked into the speakeasy. He was a gray wolf in a pin striped suit and a Fedora. She was a smoking hot wolfess in a slinky black number.

They bypassed the line of customers waiting to get in when Wulf greeted the huge ape personally. "How's the missus Joey?" he asked him. They exchanged a few pleasentries and Wulf slipped Joey a few bills. Joey opened the velvet rope for them.

Inside was a heady mix of music, hubbub and liquor. They took a table, and the sexy wolfess asked, in a nasally Chicago voice, "Now why is we here agin?"

Wulf put his hand on hers, kissing her cheek. With his own gangster drawl he answered "My good friend, Sabrina, said to be here at 8. And I always, always return a favor. "

Wulf and Sabrina had worked together before. Not only was he in the business of flipping houses and buying property, but Wulf had also been proven to be handy with a gun.... And a shovel.

Wulf ordered the two of them drinks, and the two started canoodling as they waited for the Kitty-in-Charge to appear.

 

[Liseran Thistle]

(I want in on this, mafia AU's are my jam!)

Character: Zachariah Higgsely

Species: Fox

Age: 26

Bio: Used to live in Atchafalaya, Louisiana where he learned to hide and cower from invading Dead Men, zombies that are only found in Blackwell Bayou, his birthplace. He moved away to pursue a career and a better life, leaving his friends behind. But not before discovering the secret of Blackwell, and the horrifying demon known as Umbra who resides over it. Umbra "Gifted" him with immortality by stealing his soul and binding it to a shot gun. Zach left the shot gun with his best friend Peter, a Rabbit who cares deeply for him, and headed off to Chicago to try to lead a normal life with his newfound "gift".

Personality: Zachariah is very timid and always cautious about the people he meets, he doesn't trust people easily, but also has an odd sense of security knowing he can't die at all. He is easy to get along with, so long as you don't give him a reason to distrust you.

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Zachariah sat at a table in the corner of the dark, sultry speakeasy. He usually didn't hit up joints like this, and if Peter were here, he'd have a fit with him even crossing paths with folk like these. But, as the fox sipped on a glass of gin and seltzer, he had to admit that the Beast in charge of this whole operation knew how to throw a classy get together. Some Beasts around him, all dressed up in their finest attire it seemed, danced and talked and laughed. He sat alone, but not too alone as he smiled at the inquiring guests here and there.

The note he found that had been safely tucked under his paw when he first woke up in the alley down the street, was now folded in his left breast pocket in the only tweed jacket he owned. He ripped the school insignia that had been stitched onto it, as it had been the very reason he was laying in a dark alley that night. He had been walking home, away from the school, headed for the only off campus dormitories the administration provided for low income students. He was jumped from behind by an Otter, or at least he looked like one in the dim light the moon gave. The Otter had help from an unusually burly Rabbit, and that's the story of how he lost his wallet, and his student ID on his second week at attending Harrison Gools College.

He had to hold in a dissatisfied grimace as a handsome Tiger waved at him from across the room. He could feel the small note like a stone in his pocket, slightly weighing him down. He remembered reading it the first time he felt the rough parchment.

"I saw you." It said. "I know where they struck you when the Rabbit pulled that knife out. You should be dead, not alive at all. I know this now, and I could spread it like wildfire at that little school of yours. Come to the Barbershop on 45th, and enter the Basement. I want you there, and want you to be as inconspicious as possible."

Whoever had been spying on him when he was mugged in the ally had given him a small little note. A note that felt more and more like his death sentence the longer it sat in his pocket. He took a swig from his glass, the seltzer burned his throat as it got down to the last bubbly. His eyes skirted to the top of the speakesy, glaring holes at the office that housed the owner, he form silouhouetted against the glass.

Yep. A real classy get together.

 

[HopeTLioness]

Oooo, I want in! I have a character that needs development. owo

 

[Zenkiki]

Sabrina opens the desk in her office, the top drawer sliding out to reveal her normal papers and a specially crafted .45 pistol with a silencer (which doesn't make it entirely quiet, silencers reduce the flash they make as well as reducing the intensity of the sound.) She sets the handgun on her dash and then works her claws into the bottom of it to eventually work the hidden compartment divider out. Inside it was a file folder and she took it out of the desk then refit the divider back in and closes the desk.
She grabs the gun and slips it into her jacket, which she then puts on herself. The jacket was one of fine leather and had fur all around the edges. Sabrina opens the door which lead to the back of the office and then proceeded down the hallway and came out down the stairs like anyone else would. Sabrina grabs a bottle of wine from the bartender and then proceeds to sit in a table in the corner of the room. She waits for all the right folk to get up and sit with her before she begin talking about why they are here.
Her eyes scan each one of them deeply. Wulf wasn't long as he knew what she looked like. The others however were another deal. She noticed the monkey's strange appearance and it was a stark contrast to her own. And her eyes followed him for a while, before moving onto the fox. Her eyes were watching him seeing how he sat alone but was protecting himself by sitting with his back turned to everyone, much like herself. The way he sat told her he was the one that had been mugged and she had told her 'workers' to look for more people.
@Wulf Canavar @Rimna @Liseran Thistle

 

[HopeTLioness]

Entering the bar from under the barber shop, is a lion with cream fur and aquamarine eyes. His mane are long feathers with a gradation from icy blue to the roots up til cerulean blue towards the tips. His attire is a navy blue suit with a black shirt, white tie, and black shoes. He eyes slowly scanned the room to take in his surroundings. He then noticed the white feline in a suit (@Zenkiki ), figuring that it's the contact he's looking for. He then faces the bar and walks over to it. He sat at the bar stool, a few seats away from a primate in an aviator jacket (@Rimna ). The bartender walks over to the male feline and looks at him. "What'll it be, mack?"

"Water, please." he said lowly as he pulls out his wallet and places a bill on the counter.

The bartender looked at him quizzically. "Just water? Alright." He poured up the drink and served it to him. Then he grabs the bill and walks away to tend to other customers. The male lion-hybrid take the glass in his paw and slowly drinks as he waits til it is time to meet with the contact.

(Sorry for the late reply. College life and assignments, yo. Also, here's a visual of my character, Gabriello. )

 

[pandepix]

((This story sounds really good so far, I'm waiting for @Zenkiki to introduce me!))

 

[Liseran Thistle]

Zachariah's breath hitches with anxiety as the owner comes down from her office finally. His glass now empty, he debates in his head wether or not he should go on up to meet her. A monkey from across the room raises his glass of rum to her, and he thinks for a wild moment he might not be the only one she wanted to see.

Gathering his nerves, he decides to make his way over to her, nodding at patrons here and there. Some were too drunk to question why someone in a mere tweed jacket would have the gall to go up to the owner herself, and other's merely gawked at him. As he approached, the tingles of nerves in the back of his mind seemed to act up more and more fervently, till he could feel it in his paws. He took a seat, not risking a smile at the feline, as he felt any moment now he could throw up or embarrass himself even further. He slouched in his seat, looking to see if anyone else would join them.

He wanted to ask her so many questions, but her smug expression kept his maw shut.

 

[Captain TrashPanda]

((This story sounds really good so far, I'm waiting for @Zenkiki to introduce me!))

(Same fam lol)

 

[Liseran Thistle]

(Same fam lol)

(I believe she won't be the one to introduce you, you may have to do that yourself.)

 

[Captain TrashPanda]

(I believe she won't be the one to introduce you, you may have to do that yourself.)

(I was told I’d be pinged and then I could introduce in. I’m just waiting for an @ rn.)

 

[Liseran Thistle]

(Ah okay then!)

 

[Wulf Canavar]

When Sabrina came down, Wulf looked over his dates' shoulder adn saw her getting the wine at the bar.

In his Chicago drawl he said, "Watch the show, doll. The Kitty-in-Charge is here." He kissed the wolfess' neck, and she stretched out her chin, giving him full access. "Keep the seat warm for me" He whispered into her ear, and then gazed into her eyes a moment.

Leaving his hat on the table with her, he crossed the floor quickly, sliding into a seat at Sabrina's table. He took in the Monkey, the Fox, and the Lion.

"So what's the good word?"

 

[Zenkiki]

Sabrina looks at all of her contacts some new some old. The table had a bottle of brandy on top of it and she opens it then begins to pour one for herself. Then she casually looks up at the three new contacts and smiles at them half knowingly. "So I know why you all are here, otherwise you wouldn't be. To figure out why I am here and why you got my message in your hand. Well the answer is pretty simple. I need arms. There is a gang I need taken out and this will pay good. I mean retire on a yacht rich. The only problem is you need to earn it. If you are not up for it then leave now. If you are going to stay then stay." She waits for a little to see if anyone will back out, then continues. "So the people I need taken out are the leaders of the ms23 gang. If I can become the only family here that rules everything, I will give leadership of the businesses to you guys as reward for helping me. I of course will still get a portion of the profits, but you will be getting more than enough as it is. There is a contact I need to talk to when we leave. Meet me at the Gran station tomorrow night at 23:30. We will begin our first mission there."

 

[HopeTLioness]

When Sabrina came down, Wulf looked over his dates' shoulder adn saw her getting the wine at the bar.

In his Chicago drawl he said, "Watch the show, doll. The Kitty-in-Charge is here." He kissed the wolfess' neck, and she stretched out her chin, giving him full access. "Keep the seat warm for me" He whispered into her ear, and then gazed into her eyes a moment.

Leaving his hat on the table with her, he crossed the floor quickly, sliding into a seat at Sabrina's table. He took in the Monkey, the Fox, and the Lion.

"So what's the good word?"

Gabriello was soon joined at the table with his contact, along with a fox, a wolf, and a primate. He nod his head in greeting before listening to the female white cat.

Sabrina looks at all of her contacts some new some old. The table had a bottle of brandy on top of it and she opens it then begins to pour one for herself. Then she casually looks up at the three new contacts and smiles at them half knowingly. "So I know why you all are here, otherwise you wouldn't be. To figure out why I am here and why you got my message in your hand. Well the answer is pretty simple. I need arms. There is a gang I need taken out and this will pay good. I mean retire on a yacht rich. The only problem is you need to earn it. If you are not up for it then leave now. If you are going to stay then stay." She waits for a little to see if anyone will back out, then continues. "So the people I need taken out are the leaders of the ms23 gang. If I can become the only family here that rules everything, I will give leadership of the businesses to you guys as reward for helping me. I of course will still get a portion of the profits, but you will be getting more than enough as it is. There is a contact I need to talk to when we leave. Meet me at the Gran station tomorrow night at 23:30. We will begin our first mission there."

Gabriello mentally took in the information and to remember the time and the place. He sat and wait a bit just in case there were questions or comments from the others.

 

[Liseran Thistle]

Zachariah could already hear Peter's nagging voice, "A gang, Zach?! Seriously?" But he did need the money, and seeing how he technically did owe Peter anyway, what with him holding his life in his paws quite literally; he decided he'd have to get him something worthwhile.

"How much is 'retire on a yacht' rich?" Zachariah asked the cat. He'd have to know if it was really worth his time, but a small part of him already knew. He didn't have use for much else except for the money. Leadership be damned, he wasn't sticking around long enough in this hellhole. He'd graduate, and then carry on back to Louisiana the minute she paid him.

 

[Wulf Canavar]

Wulf's eyes got big when Sabrina mentioned MS23.

He swallowed.

"You and I have worked together for a long time. Yous knows I'll do anything yous ask. But knockin' off MS23? Iz gotta ask myself, has da Boss-Kitty bitten off more den she ken chew, dis time?"

He reached over and took her bottle of brandy, pouring himself a drink into one of the glasses on the table. He tried to be casual, but it was clear that he was affected by the way his hand shook the drink.

 

[HopeTLioness]

Zachariah could already hear Peter's nagging voice, "A gang, Zach?! Seriously?" But he did need the money, and seeing how he technically did owe Peter anyway, what with him holding his life in his paws quite literally; he decided he'd have to get him something worthwhile.

"How much is 'retire on a yacht' rich?" Zachariah asked the cat. He'd have to know if it was really worth his time, but a small part of him already knew. He didn't have use for much else except for the money. Leadership be damned, he wasn't sticking around long enough in this hellhole. He'd graduate, and then carry on back to Louisiana the minute she paid him.

Wulf's eyes got big when Sabrina mentioned MS23.

He swallowed.

"You and I have worked together for a long time. Yous knows I'll do anything yous ask. But knockin' off MS23? Iz gotta ask myself, has da Boss-Kitty bitten off more den she ken chew, dis time?"

He reached over and took her bottle of brandy, pouring himself a drink into one of the glasses on the table. He tried to be casual, but it was clear that he was affected by the way his hand shook the drink.

Gabriello listened as the fox and wolf spoke. He also noticed the wolf's paws are shaking. Aparrently, the name of the rival gang scares him. He looks back to Sabrina to hear what she has to say.

 

[Zenkiki]

Sabrina takes a shot of her brandy and then slips a hand into her jacket and tapped the hidden gun still hidden from view. She then looks over at the fox and smiles at him. "If you rather be paid in cash and ditch, how can I trust you to do your job? I can I be certain that you wont take some money from them and betray us? Nothing is certain. If cash is all you want then I'll see to it you get your money when the missions are all done IF it is done cleanly." She takes a glance around the room and sees the wolf's shaking paw. "MS23 is a drug and sex trafficking gang originating from Mexico. (It is a MS13 gang irl) they are a nasty bunch but if you have no respect for me, then at least do it to save the innocent. I know from experience what it's like." She looks at Wulf again but looks at him like she is going to kill him for talking like that. This first stop shouldn't be too bad. I'm expecting maybe 5 people there. I need the oldest one there alive."

 

[HopeTLioness]

Gabriello listens closely to the questions from his peers and the answers from the female cat. He nod his head slowly, but scowls at the fact that there's a gang that deals with sex trafficking. He hates those people who sells innocent women & children to become sex slaves. He made up his mind and cleared his throat. "I'm in. I want to help save them as much as I can."

 

[Liseran Thistle]

Zachariah's jaw tightened. She's got her lips sealed it seems. Messing with this gang, knowing good and well that they could cause way more trouble than he was worth, could be more than he's asking for. But...for about as vague as "Retire on a yacht rich" is...it's still pretty rich. He decided he'd go for it, he'd take this chance just once.

He eyed the cats fur coat, immediately picking out the rough outline of a small pistol. He mulled the odds over in his head for a few seconds, his paws nervously tapping against the oak table. And then, he had his answer. If push came to shove, he could take that bullet. Question is, how many bullets?

"Alright. I'm in. I'll be at the Gran Station tomorrow, just like you said." Zachariah figured this meeting was over with, and got up to leave. He didn't care to learn the names of any of his new coworkers. If they could get this job done fast enough, he wouldn't have to. Some of them looked like they could hold their own, while others definitely had their paws lined with dirty money from the get go.

The Monkey wasn't from around town, that much was clear. But the Wolf and The Lion were very different, and way more dangerous. The Wolf even knew who Sabrina was before coming to the speakeasy; his clothes spoke of riches Zachariah could only dream of.

He decided the best he could do was to get some rest and meet the others at the station like the cat ordered.

 

[Wulf Canavar]

Wulf steeled himself, tossing back another drink.

"well, I'm your man, Sabrina. You's done right by me all these yea-s, and im not backing out nows. "

"So. Gran Station. Tomorrow night. 2330." He looked her in the eyes. "You know I'll be there. "

 

[Zenkiki]

Sabrina looks at the lion and mouths, thank you. Sabrina looks to the monkey and says, "I cannot control all of the businesses I will be getting out of this. MS23 controls about 20% of the city. You helping me clear them out and put my name on the title deed will in turn give you ownership of them as reward for helping me with this." She smiles at the fox leaves the table then looks at Wulf as he drinks more. "You know what this means wulf. I hope what happened last time doesn't happen again." She stands up. "Well I guess it is time for me to head home. Please enjoy yourselves here. You will be charging to my tab." She smiles and then walks home.
Once back at her old apartment she eats dinner then begins to plan the raid and develop bios of each of the new crew members. The sun was rising before she finally got in bed, her pistol laying on her nightstand.
She woke up a little after noon and grabs her stuff before heading out to drive around the city. She smiles at the occasional wave and then the rare middle finger.


Night fell and she arrived to the station waiting for the others to arrive. She walks over to a purple cat (@pandepix) leaning on the wall. Sab waves him over to her car and has a talk with him while she waits for everyone else. (We can PM a discussion) She cuts the talk off short as Wulf and a raccoon (@Captain TrashPanda) walk side by side. She gets out of the car and questions wulf about him. "Who is this Wulf?"

 

[Captain TrashPanda]

That day, around 9 AM, a raccoon in his late twenties named James K. Jackson stepped off a train at the Union Station, stepping into the brisk Chicago air. It was a lot different then his home in Alabama. Back home, people were more friendly, and it wasn't so cold. He had an extra set clothes packed and 15 bucks in his wallet with his military I.D., along with Colt 1911 ammo and an extra shoulder holster. He was wearing a matching brown 2 piece suit, brown oxfords, a green striped shirt, and a grey paisley tie. He had a shoulder holster on underneath, holding his pistol from the war. He had came home from Europe with wounds from the Great War. He walked with a slight limp from a shrapnel injury to his right leg. He had his stuff and was walking out of the station when he saw a wolf in a pinstripe suit. He recognized that build, that tail. He walked closer, and called out, "Wulf? @Wulf Canavar ? That you?" He picked up the pace, and low and behold it was him! The two embraced, having been in the Great War together, serving in sister units in France. James looked him over, and said, "Well I'll be damned. You've made a livin' for yourself. How'd you end up in these parts?" Wulf told him the story of how he went from infantryman to rich businessman, also joining the Mafia. When he said this, James shuddered a bit. "The Mafia? Dem boys mean... mean as a snake." He then told Wulf of his post-war life, heading home, running moonshine in Tennessee, and heading north to find work. Wulf then got a bit closer and spoke quietly, "Yousa must be lookin' for a job then. I can helps you with dat." He pulled out a piece of paper with the address, "237 Johns Drive", written down. He said to James, "Be prepared for a fight... we is goin' on a mission tonight. Boss-Kitty would like your help. Thats my house, you be there at 22:30" With that, he tipped his hat and walked away. James was shocked; his old buddy in the Mafia? He said nothing, but got a ride to his hotel and relaxed for the day.

When night rolled around, he loaded his pistol and rode to Wulf's house. It was a beautiful two story house. He met him outside and rode with him to the station. He wondered how much he would be paid, or who this "Boss-Kitty" was, but didn't say anything. Once the two got to the station, he got out and walked beside Wulf. He saw 2 cats, one white, one purple, talking. He approached with him, and waited for Wulf to introduce him. He also saw a primate walking toward the two cats (@Rimna ), and wondered what he'd gotten into now. This was no moonshine run, that was for sure.

 

[HopeTLioness]

After the meeting, Gabriello left and went to his hotel room. He took a shower and went to bed. In the morning, he got up, got dressed, and had breakfast. During the day, he explored the city, and did a bit of shopping to prepare for the night. In the afternoon, he went out to the woods, set up a camp fire, and starts i meditate. It was his usual native ritual before doing anything dangerous. It lasted close to the night before he put out the fire and head to the train station. At the station, he got out of his car, picks up his bag, and went in to go into the men's restroom. 10 minutes later, he comes out carrying the bag on his shoulder, dressed in black, tactical clothes that is a black, long sleeve turtle neck top; black pants, and black boots. His mane is slick back and ties in a low ponytail. He also has knifes, daggers, and two pistols hidden in his clothes and boots. He walks up and find the others waiting and talking among themselves. He walks up to them and clears his throat. "Greetings."