Thomas - Alley Behind Tommie's - Demaro/Frank Bertinelli
Thomas stepped out of the bar, exiting into the Ally right behind. He saw Demaro standing beside a man in a black pinstripe suit and two large men. While large, neither of the men were Demaro's size, and Thomas took a confident guess that whatever firearm was hidden in their jackets weren't as large as Demaro's either. "Mister Swindle... A pleasure to see you, my friend."
"Bertinelli, 'friends' is not how I'd define our relationship... You did, after all, threaten to rat to the cops on me. I think we both remember Mr. Kinner here's mood when he finished handling your boys..."
"Eh, I fired those losers anyway!"
"Alright, I'm positive you didn't come to reminisce about old times. What do you want, Frank?" Thomas ordered. Bertinelli was the only man who annoyed him more than Sal Moreno, and that was quite the feat. Thomas hand hovered over his side incase the need arose to draw his weapon.
"I've come to ask for you help, Thomas." Bertinelli gave him a look, alternating from his former smug look. "I need your help."
"With what?" Thomas replied curtly.
"You're a larsonist, Thomas... You're the king of thieves in Crown City." The man said, smirking at him. "I need your help with a favor... An old friend of mine... he had some important information. He stored it in the Crown City Bank."
"So? Ask him to withdraw it-"
"He's dead. Sal Moreno put a bullet in his chest three weeks ago." Bertinelii said with a healthy amount of poison in his voice. "Now it's locked in the Private Vaults until a family member or relative claims it. And of course, he has no family left."
"Sal Mor- That means you boys are the idiots who banged up Anna Moreno?" Thomas accused, confirmed by the smug look returning to Frank's face. "Moreno came after me cause he thought I'd screwed his daughter." He shook his head in aggravation. "Alright... So, I'm a larsonist, you need something that's in a PV... How much are you going to pay me to get this?"
"I think we can agree on something around twenty-five grand?" Bertinelli asked, his eyebrow rising. Thomas shook his head, purely dignant. The man chuckled lightly.
"Thirty-five, you got a deal."
"Ah, C'mon Swindle." Bertinelli exclaimed. He rolled his eyes, shaking his head. "Thirty grand, how bout that?" Thomas looked at Bertinelli for a moment, considering the drop. With a sigh, Thomas shook his head, extending his hand.
"Thirty it is, Bertinelli." The two men shook hands, and one of Frank's boys produced a manilla folder, handing it to Thomas. "I'll call you tonight after we've got everything arranged. Don't screw me over, Francis." As Demaro and Thomas walked back inside the bar, the latter man handed the bouncer the folder. "Make copies of these and get them to Baylen. Tell him I need him to confirm ASAP."
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- Dungeons and Dragons (Real RPG)
- Video Games (The Last of Us is my favorite game)
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- Film (Currently in Film School)
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Thomas - Tommie's - Lancaster
The man looked at Lancaster with a warry eye as he spoke. He trusted the kid with his entire warehouse, but he let something get loose. While this frustrated Thomas, he understood that it could happen. However, if not found, the loss of stock could prove to be a definite problem. There prints were all over that stuff, and if that ended up in the hands of the CCPD, then Thomas Swindle was going to have to swindle his way out of a little more than a stern warning from the authorities. That was something that no one wanted. It would be bad for Thomas, but he would make sure it would be bad for the cops too.
"What about that- eh..." Thomas searched his head for the name. "That kid- The Morales kid; the one we picked up off the corner of Jeffrey and Swanson a few weeks ago?" Thomas said. He waited as Lancaster pondered the possibility. Thomas' phone rang in his pocket, and he produced it, turning on the screen. A text from Demaro read, "Meet out back in 10." He looked back up at Lancaster. "Lanny, I have to run. I need you to jump on this. If this gets out of hand, it'll suck for everyone."
The man looked at Lancaster with a warry eye as he spoke. He trusted the kid with his entire warehouse, but he let something get loose. While this frustrated Thomas, he understood that it could happen. However, if not found, the loss of stock could prove to be a definite problem. There prints were all over that stuff, and if that ended up in the hands of the CCPD, then Thomas Swindle was going to have to swindle his way out of a little more than a stern warning from the authorities. That was something that no one wanted. It would be bad for Thomas, but he would make sure it would be bad for the cops too.
"What about that- eh..." Thomas searched his head for the name. "That kid- The Morales kid; the one we picked up off the corner of Jeffrey and Swanson a few weeks ago?" Thomas said. He waited as Lancaster pondered the possibility. Thomas' phone rang in his pocket, and he produced it, turning on the screen. A text from Demaro read, "Meet out back in 10." He looked back up at Lancaster. "Lanny, I have to run. I need you to jump on this. If this gets out of hand, it'll suck for everyone."
Thomas - Tommie's - Charlie, Lancaster, Baylen, and Danielle
About an hour after their evening open, Thomas descended into the bar's noisy crowd. Almost immediately after opening the door, he ran into Charlie, who looked heavily irritated. Her brow lifted when she saw him. "Uncle Thomas, we've got a guy over at table 9 giving this girl a hard time. I can't find Demaro... and the guy's totally wasted."
"How in the world? We've only been open for an hour." Thomas retorted. He glanced over to table 9, where he saw a scrawny guy standing beside a rather good-looking woman. Thomas' hand patted the side of his blazer jacket, and he walked over to the table. The man was a rather ugly guy - His nose was big, his eyes were small, and his face was framed with a hideously trimmed moustache.
"...never met a lady so pretty as you, ma'am." The man drawled. Thomas was close enough to smell the liquor on his breath... "...could go to my place and-" The man stopped when Thomas planted his feet beside the table. The man slowly looked up, an annoyed look on his face. "Can I help you?" Thomas looked at the woman, who looked disgusted with the drunk.
"He givin' you a hard time, miss?"
"We're just talking, get lost." The man interupted before the woman could respond. She looked at Thomas with a pleading face as if to say 'Get this loser out of here'.
"I'm gonna ask nicely that you leave this lovely lady alone and get out of my bar." Thomas commanded. The drunk looked at him with a stupid grin. He stood up from the booth and rose about two inches taller than Thomas.
"And you gonna make me do that, bub?" He dared. The guy might have been taller, but Thomas wasn't even slightly afraid of this low-life. "Why don't you go back and sit with yer little whores over at the bar, huh?" He reached for his glass on the table and the bottle of Scotch that was half empty. Thomas grabbed the bottle and pulled the glass from the man's grip, which the guy did not like one bit. "Gimme my drink." He commanded.
"Oh, this?" Thomas responded, taking a sip of the Scotch. "This is my drink." The man was furious at the and threw a shove, pushing Thomas back into an occupied table. He bumped into the table, but turned around to the men sitting at it. "Sorry, 'bout that fellas." He said. The drunk man took one step forward, obviously going to either push or throw a fist. Thomas drew back his blazer from his right hip, his hand hovering over a Glock that was holstered in his waistband. "Take another step and I'll make sure you can't walk for the rest of your life. I'd rather not do that, because those wonderful girls that you so kindly reffered to as whores, work really hard to keep this place clean... and blood isn't to fun to clean up." The man looked with hatred at Thomas. "Get out of my bar." The man turned and walked out, not saying another word. Thomas turned back to the patrons of the bar. "Sorry about that, folks."
As everyone went back to there drinks, Thomas instructed the woman to go to the bar where Charlie would supply her with a drink, on the house. As the woman walked away, he spotted Lancaster and Baylen conversing. He crossed the the room to them after taking the bottle of Scotch and the glass back to the bar. "Evening, boys." He said. He looked at Lancaster, who's faced seemed slightly worried. "What's the matter, kid?"
About an hour after their evening open, Thomas descended into the bar's noisy crowd. Almost immediately after opening the door, he ran into Charlie, who looked heavily irritated. Her brow lifted when she saw him. "Uncle Thomas, we've got a guy over at table 9 giving this girl a hard time. I can't find Demaro... and the guy's totally wasted."
"How in the world? We've only been open for an hour." Thomas retorted. He glanced over to table 9, where he saw a scrawny guy standing beside a rather good-looking woman. Thomas' hand patted the side of his blazer jacket, and he walked over to the table. The man was a rather ugly guy - His nose was big, his eyes were small, and his face was framed with a hideously trimmed moustache.
"...never met a lady so pretty as you, ma'am." The man drawled. Thomas was close enough to smell the liquor on his breath... "...could go to my place and-" The man stopped when Thomas planted his feet beside the table. The man slowly looked up, an annoyed look on his face. "Can I help you?" Thomas looked at the woman, who looked disgusted with the drunk.
"He givin' you a hard time, miss?"
"We're just talking, get lost." The man interupted before the woman could respond. She looked at Thomas with a pleading face as if to say 'Get this loser out of here'.
"I'm gonna ask nicely that you leave this lovely lady alone and get out of my bar." Thomas commanded. The drunk looked at him with a stupid grin. He stood up from the booth and rose about two inches taller than Thomas.
"And you gonna make me do that, bub?" He dared. The guy might have been taller, but Thomas wasn't even slightly afraid of this low-life. "Why don't you go back and sit with yer little whores over at the bar, huh?" He reached for his glass on the table and the bottle of Scotch that was half empty. Thomas grabbed the bottle and pulled the glass from the man's grip, which the guy did not like one bit. "Gimme my drink." He commanded.
"Oh, this?" Thomas responded, taking a sip of the Scotch. "This is my drink." The man was furious at the and threw a shove, pushing Thomas back into an occupied table. He bumped into the table, but turned around to the men sitting at it. "Sorry, 'bout that fellas." He said. The drunk man took one step forward, obviously going to either push or throw a fist. Thomas drew back his blazer from his right hip, his hand hovering over a Glock that was holstered in his waistband. "Take another step and I'll make sure you can't walk for the rest of your life. I'd rather not do that, because those wonderful girls that you so kindly reffered to as whores, work really hard to keep this place clean... and blood isn't to fun to clean up." The man looked with hatred at Thomas. "Get out of my bar." The man turned and walked out, not saying another word. Thomas turned back to the patrons of the bar. "Sorry about that, folks."
As everyone went back to there drinks, Thomas instructed the woman to go to the bar where Charlie would supply her with a drink, on the house. As the woman walked away, he spotted Lancaster and Baylen conversing. He crossed the the room to them after taking the bottle of Scotch and the glass back to the bar. "Evening, boys." He said. He looked at Lancaster, who's faced seemed slightly worried. "What's the matter, kid?"
That's a real shame, man. You're welcome to come back whenever you want if you feel like it.
Abram - The Road - Leah/Jessalyn/Turisa
Abram nodded as the girl complied. The man extended an arm point down the road to Jess. "Well, Leah, I'll introduce you to my friend and then we can take a look at your leg." Abram helped the girl keep herself upright as they made their way back to Jess. "Jessalyn, this is Leah." He announced. "Leah, these are my friends, Jessalyn and Benjamin." The man helped Leah to the guard rail on the side of the road to so she could sit down.
He slid his backpack from his shoulders, dropping it to the ground. He gingerly unraveled the soiled bandage that was wrapped around her thigh. Abram grimaced as he saw the wound on the girl's leg. "My, Leah, you've messed up your leg pretty bad..." The man dropped the bandage on the ground, opening his own backpack. He produced a dwindling gauze roll and a near empty bottle of rubbing alcohol. He'd picked up the bottle of alcohol from an abandoned car a few days back. With Benjamin exposed to the world, the smallest scratch could kill him if allowed to get infected. Leah's leg was also a worthy use of the medicine, however.
Abram produced a relatively clean t-shirt from the bottom of the bag. He had planned to use it, but he decided it was fine to sacrifice it. He poured a little bit of alcohol on the t-shirt and carefully applied it to Leah's wound. "This is gonna sting just a bit." He said, as he cleaned away the dried blood. He took the clean gauze and tightly wrapped the roll around Leah's leg. "What exactly did you do to get yourself hurt?"
He said, but before Leah could respond, Abram's head snapped to the road. He could barely make out the shape of a large vehicle. "Car! We've got to get off the road!" He said, grabbing his pack and sling it over his shoulder. He quickly helped Leah across the road to the woods, and motioned for Jess to hide. He dropped to the ground, his right arm over Leah's shoulder. He positioned his body so that he covered her, but enough to see out onto the road. He didn't want to get into a firefight right now...
Abram nodded as the girl complied. The man extended an arm point down the road to Jess. "Well, Leah, I'll introduce you to my friend and then we can take a look at your leg." Abram helped the girl keep herself upright as they made their way back to Jess. "Jessalyn, this is Leah." He announced. "Leah, these are my friends, Jessalyn and Benjamin." The man helped Leah to the guard rail on the side of the road to so she could sit down.
He slid his backpack from his shoulders, dropping it to the ground. He gingerly unraveled the soiled bandage that was wrapped around her thigh. Abram grimaced as he saw the wound on the girl's leg. "My, Leah, you've messed up your leg pretty bad..." The man dropped the bandage on the ground, opening his own backpack. He produced a dwindling gauze roll and a near empty bottle of rubbing alcohol. He'd picked up the bottle of alcohol from an abandoned car a few days back. With Benjamin exposed to the world, the smallest scratch could kill him if allowed to get infected. Leah's leg was also a worthy use of the medicine, however.
Abram produced a relatively clean t-shirt from the bottom of the bag. He had planned to use it, but he decided it was fine to sacrifice it. He poured a little bit of alcohol on the t-shirt and carefully applied it to Leah's wound. "This is gonna sting just a bit." He said, as he cleaned away the dried blood. He took the clean gauze and tightly wrapped the roll around Leah's leg. "What exactly did you do to get yourself hurt?"
He said, but before Leah could respond, Abram's head snapped to the road. He could barely make out the shape of a large vehicle. "Car! We've got to get off the road!" He said, grabbing his pack and sling it over his shoulder. He quickly helped Leah across the road to the woods, and motioned for Jess to hide. He dropped to the ground, his right arm over Leah's shoulder. He positioned his body so that he covered her, but enough to see out onto the road. He didn't want to get into a firefight right now...
Just a question: What time of day is everyone imagining? I thought it was the morning xD
Thomas Swindle - Tommie's - Charlie, Sal Moreno, Carlie Jenser
Thomas sat patiently in the back room of the bar, listening to the lady across the table speak. "...and they'll take my kids away if I can't pay the bill. So... I asked Sal Moreno for a loan..." The woman called Carlie said. Thomas pursed lips at the mention of Sal Moreno. Of all the dirtbags in Crown City, she went to Moreno? "...and he gave me the money, but I can't pull through yet... Mr. Swindle I- I just need your help..."
"Carlie... I'll ask this - You go to a murderer for money... then you come to a Larsonist for help paying that back..." Thomas gave a slightly insensitive laugh. "Ma'am are you sure that money is your problem rather than choice of company?" This rebuttal only brought more agony to Carlie's face, but she insisted again. "Listen... I'm afraid I can't give you money without hope of it being returned, however, I can speak to Mr. Moreno about extending your payment date."
"Oh- Thank you, Mr. Swindle... Thank you..." She said, her pretty, young face forcing a smile. Thomas stood, brushing the wrinkles from his navy blue jeans. Carlie stood and shook his hand, and he showed her the way out. He walked with her down the hallway, opening the the bar door for her like a gentleman. Let it never be said that Thomas Joseph Swindle didn't mind his manners. He saw that Danielle was already up and doing her thing.
"Mornin', Danny. Grab Mrs. Jenser here a drink; on the house." He lightly patted Carlie on the back, and crossed to the door on the left side of the bar. He opened it and ascended the flight of stairs to the second floor, and then turned up the stairs to the third and final floor. The single door that sat at the top of the stairs pushed open easily as Thomas entered.
The room was a large apartment, outfitted with a kitchen, two bedrooms, and a living room. Though the apartment seemed like nothing more than an owner's living space and was in no way glamorous, Thomas Swindle was in no financial need.
Thomas briskly walked to the left side bedroom, knocking on the old door. "Charlie? Get up, kid, we're opening and Danny can't run this place by herself!" He waited a moment and heard shuffling in the room, confirming that his niece was awake. The man crossed the living room to his own bedroom, adjacent to the kitchen. He shut and locked the door, opening the closet beside his bed. The closet was littered with expensive clothing, more so than any normal bar owner would posses... However, Swindle wasn't a normal bar owner. He quickly changed himself, donning a red flannel shirt, dark grey pants, and a pair of sleek black wingtip shoes.
Once in the kitchen, he fished his phone from his pocket, dialing a number and raising it to his ear. "Sal?" He called when the line connected.
"Tommy! What can I do for ya, pal?" Sal Moreno's voice made him sound like an Italian Mob Boss... which he came pretty close to being. Thomas wasn't scared of him in any way, but Moreno could definitely make things a pain in the neck for him.
"Hey, Sal, I just spoke to a mutual friend of ours. Carlie Jenser? Nice girl, pretty face, two little boys?" He proposed. Sal confirmed that he knew them and then inquired what Thomas wanted. "See... I think you already know her current situation... She needs a little more time, Sal."
"Hey kid, you can hang up the phone now, cause I ain't givin' that dirty little b-" Thomas pulled the phone from his ear, avoiding Sal's colorful vocabulary. "She owes me the same time as I told 'er."
"C'mon now, Moreno... Do I have to remind you of the numerous occassions that I've covered for you to the CCPD?" Thomas said, gazing out the window.
"Yeah, so?"
"So... I covered for you, and I also got all the dirt from that crap, too... I'd hate for one of my hard drives to end up in the hands of an officer-"
"Oh alright!" Sal said, exasperated. "I'll give her an extra three-weeks, nothing more!" Thomas smiled, thanked Sal, and hung up the phone. Sal Moreno... scary at best, but he could be manipulated... just like anyone.
Thomas sat patiently in the back room of the bar, listening to the lady across the table speak. "...and they'll take my kids away if I can't pay the bill. So... I asked Sal Moreno for a loan..." The woman called Carlie said. Thomas pursed lips at the mention of Sal Moreno. Of all the dirtbags in Crown City, she went to Moreno? "...and he gave me the money, but I can't pull through yet... Mr. Swindle I- I just need your help..."
"Carlie... I'll ask this - You go to a murderer for money... then you come to a Larsonist for help paying that back..." Thomas gave a slightly insensitive laugh. "Ma'am are you sure that money is your problem rather than choice of company?" This rebuttal only brought more agony to Carlie's face, but she insisted again. "Listen... I'm afraid I can't give you money without hope of it being returned, however, I can speak to Mr. Moreno about extending your payment date."
"Oh- Thank you, Mr. Swindle... Thank you..." She said, her pretty, young face forcing a smile. Thomas stood, brushing the wrinkles from his navy blue jeans. Carlie stood and shook his hand, and he showed her the way out. He walked with her down the hallway, opening the the bar door for her like a gentleman. Let it never be said that Thomas Joseph Swindle didn't mind his manners. He saw that Danielle was already up and doing her thing.
"Mornin', Danny. Grab Mrs. Jenser here a drink; on the house." He lightly patted Carlie on the back, and crossed to the door on the left side of the bar. He opened it and ascended the flight of stairs to the second floor, and then turned up the stairs to the third and final floor. The single door that sat at the top of the stairs pushed open easily as Thomas entered.
The room was a large apartment, outfitted with a kitchen, two bedrooms, and a living room. Though the apartment seemed like nothing more than an owner's living space and was in no way glamorous, Thomas Swindle was in no financial need.
Thomas briskly walked to the left side bedroom, knocking on the old door. "Charlie? Get up, kid, we're opening and Danny can't run this place by herself!" He waited a moment and heard shuffling in the room, confirming that his niece was awake. The man crossed the living room to his own bedroom, adjacent to the kitchen. He shut and locked the door, opening the closet beside his bed. The closet was littered with expensive clothing, more so than any normal bar owner would posses... However, Swindle wasn't a normal bar owner. He quickly changed himself, donning a red flannel shirt, dark grey pants, and a pair of sleek black wingtip shoes.
Once in the kitchen, he fished his phone from his pocket, dialing a number and raising it to his ear. "Sal?" He called when the line connected.
"Tommy! What can I do for ya, pal?" Sal Moreno's voice made him sound like an Italian Mob Boss... which he came pretty close to being. Thomas wasn't scared of him in any way, but Moreno could definitely make things a pain in the neck for him.
"Hey, Sal, I just spoke to a mutual friend of ours. Carlie Jenser? Nice girl, pretty face, two little boys?" He proposed. Sal confirmed that he knew them and then inquired what Thomas wanted. "See... I think you already know her current situation... She needs a little more time, Sal."
"Hey kid, you can hang up the phone now, cause I ain't givin' that dirty little b-" Thomas pulled the phone from his ear, avoiding Sal's colorful vocabulary. "She owes me the same time as I told 'er."
"C'mon now, Moreno... Do I have to remind you of the numerous occassions that I've covered for you to the CCPD?" Thomas said, gazing out the window.
"Yeah, so?"
"So... I covered for you, and I also got all the dirt from that crap, too... I'd hate for one of my hard drives to end up in the hands of an officer-"
"Oh alright!" Sal said, exasperated. "I'll give her an extra three-weeks, nothing more!" Thomas smiled, thanked Sal, and hung up the phone. Sal Moreno... scary at best, but he could be manipulated... just like anyone.
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