Mafiosing like it's my job!
Sep. 20th, 2012 05:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
buywithme[Video clicks on, and Prefect's sitting cheerfully in a pleasant but understated office with a typewriter set neatly in front of him.]
Everybody's so doom and gloom nowardays. Hellfire and damnation and all kinds of intemperance and ungodliness in our streets! They'd have you thinking you were living in Chicago or New York for what they say the crime rate is around here.
[He tuts, and shakes his head]
You know, I don't want to be the dissident voice against our brave boys in blue, but there is such a thing as hyper vigilance, you know? [A pleasant laugh] No, I'll tell ya, I've seen Chicago, and I've seen New York, and Redemption is okay. Couple of rough necks here and there, but we've got a good clean police force, a strong church, and all kinds of charity in our streets. There ain't no foothold for gangsters in a community of honest, upstanding, and righteous people like those who live here are.
[He claps his hands together, and, message of goodwill imparted, reaches forward to switch the communicator...]
[...On to a broad filter for his gang members.]
And with that out of the way, I have a few quick points of business that the rest of us need to discuss:
Any other business to address?
[Private to Ladd]
I got word of someone running a private dance hall on the north side of town. We're not even on the guest list, and that hurts me. Doesn't that hurt you?
[Wildcard open spam?]
[Prefect is a busy man with a finger in every pie in this town! Do you want to run into him in your speakeasy? In the street? In a secret underground poker game? In his office even? He can be found pretty much wherever it's convenient for him to be, so spam at will.]
[OOC BACKGROUND]
[Prefect Fattoria is a first generation Italian American, and the head of a young criminal gang! He's raised himself a bit of a reputation, recruited Ladd Russo as his right hand man and head enforcer, and is currently waging war on the most established and respected criminal mastermind in Redemption, The Mind!
If you play a criminal/speakeasy owner/etc, then feel free to either assume that you work for him, that you've been targeted by him, or that you're on the list of people YET to be targeted by him. If you play a fed or a cop, feel free to know that he's KIND OF SHADY but that you can't prove it. If you want your character to get murdered this breach... well... Ladd is his right hand man, so lol we are probably your guys for that.]
Everybody's so doom and gloom nowardays. Hellfire and damnation and all kinds of intemperance and ungodliness in our streets! They'd have you thinking you were living in Chicago or New York for what they say the crime rate is around here.
[He tuts, and shakes his head]
You know, I don't want to be the dissident voice against our brave boys in blue, but there is such a thing as hyper vigilance, you know? [A pleasant laugh] No, I'll tell ya, I've seen Chicago, and I've seen New York, and Redemption is okay. Couple of rough necks here and there, but we've got a good clean police force, a strong church, and all kinds of charity in our streets. There ain't no foothold for gangsters in a community of honest, upstanding, and righteous people like those who live here are.
[He claps his hands together, and, message of goodwill imparted, reaches forward to switch the communicator...]
[...On to a broad filter for his gang members.]
And with that out of the way, I have a few quick points of business that the rest of us need to discuss:
- How are we recovering from the federal seizures from our still down at the docks last weekend? Is our supply back up to scratch? Steve, I'd like to hear from you personally on this.
- Have any of you noticed any suspicious activities around the speakeasies? Anyone asking too many questions or trying to pick up information on our movements? They have to have gotten a tipoff about the docks from somewhere, and that leak puts us all in danger.
- We're escalating against The Mind. I want ears in every operation he's running in this town, so that next time we hit him, it's a precision strike. I'm talking extremely hostile takeover.
Any other business to address?
[Private to Ladd]
I got word of someone running a private dance hall on the north side of town. We're not even on the guest list, and that hurts me. Doesn't that hurt you?
[Wildcard open spam?]
[Prefect is a busy man with a finger in every pie in this town! Do you want to run into him in your speakeasy? In the street? In a secret underground poker game? In his office even? He can be found pretty much wherever it's convenient for him to be, so spam at will.]
[OOC BACKGROUND]
[Prefect Fattoria is a first generation Italian American, and the head of a young criminal gang! He's raised himself a bit of a reputation, recruited Ladd Russo as his right hand man and head enforcer, and is currently waging war on the most established and respected criminal mastermind in Redemption, The Mind!
If you play a criminal/speakeasy owner/etc, then feel free to either assume that you work for him, that you've been targeted by him, or that you're on the list of people YET to be targeted by him. If you play a fed or a cop, feel free to know that he's KIND OF SHADY but that you can't prove it. If you want your character to get murdered this breach... well... Ladd is his right hand man, so lol we are probably your guys for that.]
[Spam!]
Date: 2012-09-23 04:56 pm (UTC)The night's still young; I'm just savin' it up, that's all.
[A laugh. Just wait, Prefect. Just. Wait.]
[Spam!]
Date: 2012-09-23 05:14 pm (UTC)[Prefect gives him a sidelong look as he drives. Shotgun? Baseball bat? Just his fists?]
[Spam!]
Date: 2012-09-24 11:22 am (UTC)[He pulls his coat aside enough to show him the sawed-off hidden underneath it.]
Plenty of party favors, a little somethin' for everybody. Wanna be prepared, yanno? Wouldn't want anybody feelin' left out!
[Spam!]
Date: 2012-09-24 11:42 am (UTC)See this is why I love taking you places, it's that level of generosity that most guys just don't have. They don't mind if one or two people go home empty handed, but I know you won't let that happen.
[He pulls up alongside a fairly drab and innocuous looking building, and reaches into the back seat to retrieve a length of chain.]
I'm going to go chain up the back exit. You want to get started here and I'll catch you up in a minute?
[...Yeah, he might not actually be interested in asking those questions they were talking about earlier.]