Velia Walsh
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The Liberatores' Silver Tongue
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Post by Velia Walsh on Aug 15, 2009 11:13:56 GMT -5
This was it. This was when she an Anslem would pull off their ruse, and guarantee their safety should a firefight break out. Nodding and, with intentional grace, standing and stepping over, she elegantly put herself against the wall, her fluidity seeming to serve as a visual slap to the face of Adrienne and her sultry mannerisms, whether intentional or not.
Knowing Masque, though, it likely was.
Still, though, it did serve a secondary purpose, although, albeit, one just as frivolous. Her grace and the fact that she was an obviously young woman would no doubt leave whoever was checking her with the unfortunate feeling that they'd violated her. Unless, of course, the one checking was the same woman who now wanted her to be torn down...
She nodded at Anslem, affirming her dedication to the cause. "Ready when you are."
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Post by Amel Allen on Aug 15, 2009 12:08:23 GMT -5
Amel shrugged his jacket back onto himself, buttoning two of the top buttons across his abdomen and adjusted his tie into place. Such formal attire was so cumbersome and uncomfortable, but they had an image to uphold. It was bad enough that he couldn’t hide his frail appearance, if he had shown up in slacks and a t-shirt there was no way that they would be taken seriously.
“If you please,” he said, gesturing for Adrienne to pat down the three of them. She would be the best choice to perform this task, as she was the body guard He took special care to do a visual check of the three of them, the only obvious weaponry on the still unnamed capo. Hopefully she won’t find anything on them; I don’t want this to turn into an unnecessary battle.
“Be good,” he muttered under his breath to his companion, his voice taking on an edge of a bit more than simple politeness. It was a warning that if she mucked this up then it could cost lives, but also a reminder of the talk they had had before.
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Post by Adrienne Ayers on Aug 15, 2009 13:29:54 GMT -5
“Of course, sir,” she answered her capo with all the respect that his position commanded. While the three of them faced the wall, she approached the consigulerie first, checking the pockets of his jacket and patting him down, making certain not to let her fingers brush near his private areas inappropriately, just enough to make certain that there was nothing hidden between his legs. The woman was next, Adrienne gave her a confident grin as she felt up her thighs and brushed her stomach and just below her breasts. Oh, I hope you’re hiding something. But she didn’t reach between her legs like she’d wanted to. Even though it was a valid place to check, Amel would no doubt yell at her and say she did it out of spite.
The capo was next. Adrienne met his eyes briefly and smiled, an innocent look as opposed to the sultry glances she had given him before. “No hard feelings, yeah?” she muttered as she felt up his legs and down his arms. His shoes were another story; boots that large could have something hidden inside of them.
“Take your shoes off,” she demanded, not nearly as polite as her capo.
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Post by Anslem Aslem on Aug 15, 2009 14:16:52 GMT -5
Anslem didn’t answer her assurance, and let her actions speak louder than her words. He was grateful she did obey her capo however, as he was only a man after all and he wasn’t sure how coldly he could react to a sultry woman touching him whether he appreciated it or not. He glanced down at his shoes at her request; he sighed and undid the laces. Had he simply overlooked this? That was unlikely give how meticulous he had been so far.
The answer would perhaps be revealed when Adrienne reached into the shoes. She would feel a small metal flask; filled with strawberry schnapps. Perhaps the rival capo didn’t wish for the Innocenzos to make speculations about his drinking, or felt that any easily found flask would be confiscated.
So he stood quietly, a challenging look in his hazel eyes however as he waited for the woman to complete her inspection. At least his dark socks were clean. His stony expression gave no clue that while she had made a good detection, she had missed something very important. He didn’t even glance at his negotiator.
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Post by Adrienne Ayers on Aug 15, 2009 14:42:24 GMT -5
The young woman knelt down, grinning at the sight of the concealed flask. She picked it up and unscrewed the lid, sniffing the liquid inside. It smelled like nothing but alcohol, but one could never be too sure. She glanced over at Amel, as if questioning if this would be a problem or not. Why would a person hide alcohol in their shoes, after all? Isn’t that what pockets were for?
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Post by Amel Allen on Aug 15, 2009 14:43:40 GMT -5
Amel cocked an eyebrow at the flask. What an odd location to keep such an item. Either he was embarrassed that he’d be caught with it, or there really was something inside of the flask that was worth hiding. When Adrienne looked at his questioningly, he didn’t even hesitate.
“Drink it,” he said to the Liberatore capo, forgoing all pleasantries this time. If there was poison enclosed for use in spiking their drinks or some such thing, then he would be hesitant. If not, then he was simply an alcoholic. Either way, Amel wasn’t willing to let this little oversight go so easily.
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Post by Anslem Aslem on Aug 15, 2009 15:01:25 GMT -5
Anslem didn’t even look embarrassed at being caught with the flask, nor did he seem insulted when it was implied it was poison. Obviously he could see the latter as a legitimate concern, the former was more ambiguous. The cold, detached expression remained as he took the flask and with no great gusto, though it was no doubt a great feat, shot gunned the alcohol in about thirty seconds.
Showing no sign of being affected by consuming about a quart of hard liquor in such a quick time frame, he turned the flask over, to show it was empty. Though he was a little miffed now all he had to drink was wine, but even though he showed no signs of it, he was slightly intoxicated from his shot gunning. If anything it made the confident smirk reappear on his face; he was ready to get to business now.
“Are you done?” he asked in a bored tone of voice, his feet were getting cold.
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Post by Amel Allen on Aug 15, 2009 15:15:32 GMT -5
Amel kept his face stoic as he watched the capo chug the entire flask in a single long gulp. That much alcohol would have left Amel completely debilitated within minutes, but the capo didn’t seem to be affected in the slightest. So, alcoholic then. Sorge was right, he probably has some sort of nervous disorder that accompanied such an affliction as alcoholism. There was no way that someone unfamiliar with drinking could have done that and not blinked an eye. So odd that you would reveal that so willingly to us. Or perhaps it’s just your ego that allows you to be so frivolous. Interesting.
“Yes, thank you for indulging me, signore,” Amel replied politely, his manners apparently returning to the surface. Nodding to Adrienne to step back, he turned and glanced at the table that they had all been sitting at before.
“Shall we?”
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Velia Walsh
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The Liberatores' Silver Tongue
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Post by Velia Walsh on Aug 15, 2009 19:05:27 GMT -5
Good.
She hid well the fact that she was slightly upset at this woman feeling up Anslem, and hid even better the fact that she was a bit furious that this woman would insinuate Anslem would be so dishonest as to double cross her. (Nevermind that he actually did, but whatever.)
The girl stepped off of the wall the moment she was considered clean, rubbing the areas where this woman had felt her as if to clean them. "I'm ready." She said softly, only intending for Anslem to hear it. Stepping back over to her chair, she waited, not taking a seat until Anslem declared that negotiations would begin.
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Samir Sorge
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PR rep for the Innocenzo Family
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Post by Samir Sorge on Aug 15, 2009 22:20:19 GMT -5
Samir took the seat before the girl, looking relieved that those tense few minutes were past. The way was not quite clear yet, but that was most likely to be the most dangerous part of the negotiations. He glanced at the capo, funny how you all seem to fall into that stereotype. Honestly, were they a race of shameless lushes?
“Buona sera,” he greeted politely enough, and he poured two wine glasses, one for himself and one for the Liberatore negotiator. He gave Adrienne a small smirk, you’re not the only one who can use charm to intimidate their enemies.
He folded his hands on the table and sat forward, enough frivolities, it was time to do his job. He was not paid to just fill designer suits.
“Now, I think the first matter of business should be to state your exact demands,” he suggested. “I’m certain a woman as professional as yourself can agree with me on that.”
This was the way Samir worked anyone, civilian or Mafioso. Weave praise into jargon and leave an eloquent and charming impression. He may not have had to beam at her like that however.
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Post by Adrienne Ayers on Aug 15, 2009 22:27:50 GMT -5
Adrienne rolled her eyes at Samir’s smirk. This arrogant prick. Did he really think that a woman could be so flattered by a greeting and a gesture of pouring a drink? If this girl fell for it then she really was as pathetic as she figured. Leaning back in her chair, she assumed an air of casualness, taking every chance to stare across the table at the Liberatore capo. If not for intimidation then just to look at an attractive man that wasn’t Samir or Amel. Not that she considered them attractive. No. They were both hideous examples of masculinity.
Glad that things were starting to get going, she kept at full attention, waiting a moment before pouring herself a small glass of wine and taking a sip. She couldn’t get intoxicated; she was the one who needed to be on full alert. But the wine wasn’t half bad. Not like last time.
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Post by Anslem Aslem on Aug 15, 2009 22:35:29 GMT -5
“Bitte,” By now it should be apparent to Allen his rival was subtlety riling him.
Anslem could of course recall the farewell he had been given at the end of the phone conversation as he had correctly used a phrase in his native tongue. Anslem was aware just in these brief contact the other capo knew three things about him. He was a German, he was probably an alcoholic, and third if he was really good he be able to connect the flask in the boot to a trait picked up from either being raised by, or at least trained by, a veteran. As during the war infantry commonly hid their scant quantities of liquor in their boots to prevent it from being easily stolen.
Anslem wasn't even going to bother try to hide these, and he knew that gall Allen.
He knew Allen’s name however, and he could draw his own psychological profile from his overly congeniality and his frail body. To Anslem they were easily matched. He wanted to see just how good this other young man was however, hence why he had invited him to a match of the classic strategy game of chess.
He gave the other capo something like an amused look before he nodded at Masque after pulling his coat back on and sitting down, his own signal to start. He poured a glass of wine with one hand and with the other, slid the gun against the girl’s thigh. Keeping his eyes trained on the glass, he thought, now show me what you can do Masque.
The Arab was certainly making a good show.
That woman was also looking at him, which made him nervous that she suspected something at first. He looked more closely, and as politely as he could, looked away. Well she apparently wasn't looking at him because she thought he was shoving a gun into a young girl's lap.
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Post by Amel Allen on Aug 15, 2009 22:43:34 GMT -5
Sitting down next to Samir, Amel folded his hands in his lap and sat silently, letting his negotiator do all of the talking. He may have been intelligent, but the subtleties of social conversation like this were always lost on him. He had full faith in his companion’s skills, however, and felt at ease letting him handle this. Amel gave Samir a small side glance, his expression neutral but appeased.
Unwillingly, he shivered again. This place was just as cold as it was the last time that he’d been here with Ines. Adjusting his jacket so that it was tighter on his body, he felt something in the breast pocket that he didn’t remember putting there. Narrowing his eyes, he reached his fingers up to touch it again through the thick fabric, feeling it crinkle; some sort of paper? It must have been put there when the capo checked his pockets for weapons, but what would he possibly want to plant that would be so easy to find? No, it’s something that he wants me to read, and obviously not around anyone, otherwise he would have just spoken his thoughts aloud.
He flashed a curious look at the man sitting across from him before turning his attention back to the table. No coffee, just wine. He sighed and coughed softly, one hand covering his mouth politely, disappointment apparent in his expression.
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Velia Walsh
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The Liberatores' Silver Tongue
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Post by Velia Walsh on Aug 15, 2009 23:34:11 GMT -5
So the game began.
Velia sat down immediately on Anslem's word, taking the weapon as per the prepared plan and sliding it through the slit in her dress, ending its journey in the front of her panties. It would have flustered her, had the girl not realized how truly serious their current situation was. Instead, she merely remained professional, refusing even the slightest of blushes as Samir poured her drink. This girl wouldn't be so easily caught off guard
Tell me, if charm is your forté, what would you have done if I were male? Merely scowl at your ineptness, ask me a few questions? Maybe get turned around and cut as I verbally tear you apart? Or perhaps I could convince the authorities that you're a pedophile, damning you to prison despite your otherwise 'clean' record?
"Our current demands are the withdrawel of all Innocenzo presence from Italia, and a permanent ban from the country for all Innocenzo factioned members. In exchange, the Innocenzos will be returned one Panas Demidov, completely unharmed."
She folded her hands together, attempting to keep a professional air.
"These are the base demands. We will not negotiate any leniance of the aforementioned ban from Italia. Are these terms acceptable?"
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Samir Sorge
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PR rep for the Innocenzo Family
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Post by Samir Sorge on Aug 17, 2009 13:45:05 GMT -5
The terms were certainly acceptable given the true aim of the Innocenzos; it would however be very suspicious to roll over like a slobbering dog for the Liberatores. So Samir politely feigned a slight frown with a small sniff of disapproval. He took a drink, as if preparing his words before he spoke.
“Now, signora, do you not believe that is a little high of a price to pay for a mere errand boy? Certainly we would like to see Demidov returned safely, but, to be quite frank, we have plenty like him,” he began with a small laugh to ease any tension. The look in his eyes was deadly serious however.
“I can understand wishing for direct family members to flee the territory and given a long enough time frame, I’m certain we could arrange it. Still I think perhaps it is asking a little too much we cut ourselves off from associates as it sound like we would have to null all of our contracts with contacts here in Italia,” he looked at her congenially. “We’ll cut off an arm, but certainly not both of our legs.”
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