[center][h1][i][color=e3b28d]Clover Mae Tarvelli[/color][/i][/h1][/center]
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[b]"Just cause we share the same name, doesn't mean we share the same mind set."[/b] James Tarvelli spoke, his hands up with the palms facing towards Iyokos- a smug face drawn across his face. The two had came together to settle differences, but the boy was on his turf, and no one was going to come around and make him a fool in his front lawn. [b]"Clover, get your ass out here."[/b] the man yelled backwards towards the run down house. [b]"I'm sure you met my daughter."[/b] James said, as he looked back towards the house. He repeated her name as the young girl bounded out from the house.

A shiny black eye adorned her face as she stopped short of where Iyokos stood. Earlier in the day the day her father had a disagreement with her and she was met with the marking. [i]"Hey."[/i] Clover said quietly, as she leaned back on one of the cars that hadn't run for years and had been salvaged several times over. A lot of the times Clover was used as a distraction for some of the men that came to make deals with her father. It was unfortunate, but it often worked. This wouldn't be one of those moments, but it often was good to have numbers on your side when making arrangements.

[b]"So what do you have in mind?"[/b] James said, his arms now crossed against his chest.