Midnight Howl

Die Alone, or Listen to the Tale from the Watering Hole (An Anthropomorphic Dystopic, noir RP. High Casual, Furries)

Now what to do with Vex.... ._.

Die Alone, or Listen to the Tale from the Watering Hole (An Anthropomorphic Dystopic, noir RP. High Casual, Furries)

@Zen ego Hey I went ahead and made Deeandra the Mobster your character has info on but I want to make sure it is okay with you.

Die Alone, or Listen to the Tale from the Watering Hole (An Anthropomorphic Dystopic, noir RP. High Casual, Furries)

Deeandra~

The chair screeched harshly against the concrete floor, echoing through the empty rooms of the old warehouse. Crates filled with stolen goods appeared completely innocent minus the bold boxed lettering of the name TULIO across the front. An expression somewhere between a scowl and a smirk of satisfaction crossed the snow leopard’s face as she placed the chair backwards in front of her victim. Straddling the seat, she placed both arms on the top of the backrest, placing her own chin on them. Across from her sat a bloodied mole tied to his seat, head looking down between his knees. Signs of his torment apparent by the vibrant drops of red sprinkled along the floor.

Making three consecutive clicking sound with her tongue Deeandra shook her head, “You know Ralphie it’s a shame. When Intel told me I had a leak my family I never would have guessed it was you. The irony won’t be lost on me.” The words apparently struck a small cord as the mole tried a poor attempt at spitting blood her face. Sweeping her head to the right she easily dodged it resuming her normal position as if nothing had happened at all. She was used to the big talk, every now and then action, but the reality is only one person would actually be walking away today. Muttering a sarcastic comment about “family” his voice was muffled by the sounds of struggling bodies. Off to the side two of Dee’s panther henchmen were finishing up on apprehending the warehouse guards. The German Shepherds struggled against the restraints to no avail. Dee still couldn’t believe Tulio managed to infiltrate her mob with chumps like these. Still taking revenge in his own warehouse was too sweet to pass out on.

Bringing her attention back to the figure in front of her she felt nothing but disgust over being betrayed over a second-grade mobster. Obviously she needed to bring fear back to the Hawthorne name so no one is stupid enough to step out of line again. “You know I’m disappointed in you. I would of thought you’d pick a side with, I don’t know,” she freed a hand, waving it in a circular motion through the air, “a little more class.” The mole scoffed in his seat, “From a broad like yourself? I’ve seen hookas with more of that stuff than you. Ya think you’ve got this tow….” A claw swiped swiftly cutting his tongue off while it was still wagging. Screams now replaced the sound of chatter and Deeandra kicked over his chair causing him to fall on his back, the yelling replaced by an Oooof followed by labored breathing.

Standing from her own chair, she pulled her Tiger Eye from her holster pointing it at the mole’s head. “Ralphie, you never did know when to keep your mouth shut,” on that note she pulled the trigger ending her job. Holstering her weapon once more she turned back to her men. “Take care of the guards. Last thing I need is more loose ends. Leave Ralphie here; obviously Tulio needs a reminder of who the Godmother is.”. She received a couple "Yes. Boss"s from her men as she made her way to the door, heels clicking loudly with every step. Once she was outside she headed towards the dark armored vehicle where a door was being held open for her.

Climbing inside she told the driver to head back to the Rock, her headquarters. Leaning back in her seat Dee couldn’t help but get lost in her own thoughts. Who woulda thought Riki would have actually come through this time around? Here I was thinking he was bluffing. @Zen ego Honestly, Deeandra did not like to make dealings with Riki much these days. After obtaining some information about her family he was no longer expendable. The inability to clear up loose ends gnawed at the back of her mind, much like an itch that could never be scratched. Truthfully, she was looking for ways to clear up his leads and then take him out herself. Nevertheless, until she could figure this one out she would be stuck playing her game of cat and mouse, ever watching her prey. What she really needed was a new informationalist, but a reliable one in a place like this was difficult to come by.

Deeandra knew she should go around the Hole to find someone new sooner or later. Her job often kept her too busy and many of her family had their own tasks collecting debts owed, taking care of the business. Aside from this, with the discovery of a spy any new initiate into the mob would not be trusted, leading to internal tension. The last thing she needed was the attempt of a coup under her own roof. Leaning her head against the window she watched as the ‘hell-hole’ of a town passes by. Dilapidating buildings and manipulative people were the norm in the monotony that was her life. One may think living on the edge would be exciting; however, in her case it was just a means to pass time.

It wasn’t much longer before the car was pulling into the drive of her home. Gravel crunched beneath the tires as the manual gates were opened by those who were lower in the organization. This was her empire, nearing it alone put her at ease. Within moments Deeandra crossed the threshold of the main hall, welcomed by those who were in between jobs. After trading off her own greetings and giving a couple orders she headed straight to her room where she observed the degree to which her own body was contaminated from the blood of her victim. Observing the reflection staring back at her she found most of the liquid across her face and chess, a terrifying sight to say the least. Most of her annoyance was found in the dried crust on her nails…yes, she would need a long shower at minimum.

Leaving a trail of black clothing, the figure made her way to a hot shower, tail flicking as she went. It wasn’t long before steam and the scent of vanilla poured from the room as all of the days deeds washed merrily down the drain, nothing more than a distant memory….another drop in the bucket that was her life.

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Sorry. Ash doesn't know because he has been locked away but I figure the others having lived here all their lives, they must know about the floor with no security. Lol and you aren't. Maybe I should have worded it better. I was just kind of going with it.
@duskshine749

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@UnknownScarlet4 you can jump in anywhere you want. Sarah is at the Estate. Some people are in the Garden. And some are in the Library

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Hatter~

Not exactly ignoring her question to him, but not entirely answering it yet either, Hatter made his way over to the ‘Romance’ section, eyes scanning the covers for something that would catch his eye for Dorthy. Staying more to the fantasy stories, he didn’t have the slightest clue as to what she would like. He often fetched her books from here and she had yet to complain so he picked one called “The Notebook” figuring the story would interest her. Some girl accidentally left it several years back and the dormouse did love tales from the other world.

Picking at the pages with really reading them he spoke to Claire through the book, “Well, you see today has been quite curious and I happened across a male Alice or rather he prefers to be called Al and well I was quite wondering if you happened to have seen one perha…” The last words were cut slightly short as Marcus noticed an object moving in his peripheral. Book still open in his hand, he leaned back in order to get a better view of what or whom in particular was also in the room. Upon seeing an unfamiliar face, a breath escaped from him in the form of a sigh, one he didn’t know he had been holding at all. It was not a spy and that alone was enough to be thankful for.

With some observation to the figure in the chair Marcus found a figure was both feminine with masculine attributes. Long hair and attire led to him deciding to denote the person before him as a madam. “It appears you may have a better idea of what is going on than I previously thought my love. Where did you find this intelligent miss at? I swear they are all but falling from the sky today!” Although in my case he quite literally fell from the sky Before pulling his head back into a normal position he stated his name and added a hello, welcoming the girl.

Closing the book he began walking back to the counter in order to check it out. Removing his card from a small pocket on his vest he lowered his voice and began to inquire on how much of this was getting out, whether the Queen knew, as he tried to make sure he was as prepared as possible. The less she knew the better and safer everyone could feel. Though he was stuck at a young age, he did not particularly want to go toe to toe with her. No need to try and see if he was immortal or not.

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I will have my replies up tonight. I'm starting on the Hatter's now. Now if we could just get back the reinforcements lol. Sarah is in the Estate with Guardian's Dorthy

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Oh and also I have lots of ideas about where to take the rp when the patients actually escape. So just know if we get that far I have a plan haha

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☽ Lunafreya ☾

Searching around for an unsoiled napkin amongst the scattered folds of white surrounding her tray, she managed to find one and quickly plucked it up, folding it before handing it to Isadora. Luna could understand how the girl felt to a t. This place, with a cruel Devil of a warden, guards who were always making the girls feel uncomfortable, and doctors who were far too excited to prick with needles, they all tried their hardest to kill any affection left in a patient’s heart. It took effort every single day to not let this place pollute you with its melancholy atmosphere. If you let it overcome you, not only would you never be able to leave (although Lunafreya didn’t think this was even possible anymore) but They would win. The thought was putrid to her.

“People waiting….” Luna stated this mindlessly, and though it was addressed to no one but herself it seemed too heavy of a toll to think of. The only person who could be waiting for her would be her mother, and even then she wasn’t entirely sure. Through the tidbit of memories she obtained (all showing only kindness from her mom) for some reason the last memory of her made Luna uncomfortable. She wasn’t entirely sure why as she couldn’t quite recall it. She just knows something big happened…..something was wrong. Looking back towards the window she shrugged, “Yeah, I guess there isn’t really anyone out there for me at all either.”

A flash of off-white caught in her peripheral causing her attention to fall on the table occupied by the three guys. Soren’s hands slipped the note into the new kid’s without leaving any reason for alarm and he went back to his nonchalant demeanor. Luna’s eyes immediately went to the Warden’s location in the room only to find she was distracted while talking into her earpiece. A breath escaped in relief, one she didn’t know she had been holding and then she checked the clock. No doubt the meeting would be in a couple hours. They usually tried not to keep it at the same time but it had an order to it nonetheless. Tapping a finger on the table to get Isadora’s attention she merely whispered, “Looks like we are expecting a ‘Smoke’ break at 10” and with that the message was passed.

It was the time before being in the safety of the room which always made her anxious. They were always being observed, but there they would be as free as one could possibly be in a place like this. Now if only the clock could move a little faster With this last thought she finished up her meal.

@Shadow007@Mega Birb

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@Mega Birb@duskshine749 Lol I just did the same thing. I edited it in but idk if that works right XD