((God fucking damn auto correct, *sigh* I meant to put Garmoniya, not harmonica.))

((since nobody has posted in over a month and I assume it’s because everyone is busy, I thought ‘why the heck?’ so here.))

Harmonica stood up from his perch and looked around. “So, four down five to go.” He said to himself as he walked to the other end of the roof and jumped across to a different building. “Now where to find the next…” he thought.

“Its not quite that simple.” Bonnie explained, standing. “Of course, it is in my best interest not to turn anyone who may be a potential help to the Zimbalti’s away.” She ran a hand through her hair. “I’ll lead you upstairs.”

Zane finishes talking at the diner, he says goodbye and leaves, he then drives back home to see if he could get some sleep

“Yes, farewell my darling.” She called after the girl but her face were like snake eyes. Going up the staircase she entered her husband’s room as they slept separately. “Get up.” She said coldly, “Its nearly 2 AM and it seems no one will be leaving me alone for the night. Get up and decipher this.” She threw the packet of papers at him… Read more

“Ah, you already know me so well, Miss. I’ll be back again later, expect me.” She walked out the door and into the street where she would go to the local coffee shop.

“Very well, I will.” She sighed, feeling like she was making a grave mistake. Oh well, if all went a wry then she’d have Bonnie clean up the mess. She took the papers. “I suppose you’ll be running back pleased to tell your family that you’ve wormed your way into our gang?” She said smiling, as a tease.

Viollette smiled. She actually won. “Thank you, Miss.” She pulled out another paper from her coat. “Here is more information. Have any member of your family tell me what they need from the Gistillees and I will try my best to obtain them.”

Mary sighed. What else could she say? “Fine then, Miss. Viollette. You are welcomed in our home. And will be treated like evry other member of our family until further proven that you are working against us.”

She gave her a cold look. “I could say the same to you. I’m trying to save your name, your family, and your city. I could have easily left this file alone and let it ruin you.” She pointed to the file in Mary’s hand. “I’m already trained. You won’t need to waste any time. I have more than easy access to Gistillee information that I’m willing to give you.”

“Oh?” She looked over the profile, reading what was in store for her family. “Useful information…But how can I know this is true, Miss. G? Do not forget your last name, the blood in your veins.”

 

Bonnie sat down across from him, taking a long sip from her tea cup. “So, you would like a position in the mafia? What is your last name? How can… Read more

Viollette stepped inside and shrugged. “Plans to ruin your family name. There’s a profile in there- someone in this town who’s already said things, awful things, to my family.”

Mary raised a brow. “Oh? And what is this, might I ask?” She said, taking the forward. “Do come in,” She stepped aside, flipping the folder open.

 

 

“That would be my mother welcoming the guests. Yes, I’ve always remembered a face. What brings you here, Vinny?” She asked setting down a cup of tea before him.

Viollette nodded respectfully. “Miss Zimbaliti.” She raised the folder to show her. “This might be of some use to you.”

Bonnie frowned, remembering the name, ‘Vinny’. She turned and looked over at him, “Oh, yes.” She sighed. “You were that boy from my school.” She poured the hot water into cups, hearing the door once more she ignored it not daring to leave a boy unknown alone in the Zimbalti house.

Mary came down the stairs, hair piled on her head as she came… Read more

Viollette walked up the staircase to the front door of the Zimblati’s, yet again. This time she had brought a folder containing information and plotting against the Zimbalti’s She was determined to be a part of them. She knocked on the door.

She led him into the living room, not saying much. “Would you like some tea? You may cut the act now, Jasper knows not to interfere with my affairs.” She moved over to the kitchen connected to the living room, putting on hot water.

The servant looked skeptical. “Bonnie did not have friends as a child. I-” “Jasper, its fine.” Bonnie walked down the stair case, knowing she should probably get rest after the long day of torture. “I’m prefectly armed.” She walked down to met Vince, “Come on, we’ll go to the living room.”

The man slowly turned, “Bonnie? Yes, she resides here.” His eyes are cold as ice. “How do you know of her?”
Bonnie, hearing voices, moves over to the darkened cat walk to look down at the new comer with bright green eyes. She tried not to make a noise, watching the man as he spoke of her. Had he perhaps been someone from another mafia looking… Read more

The man sighed, before stepping aside. “Everyone is looking for that these days, it seems, come in.” He said to the man, motioning him to follow. “What’s wrong with just being a grocery bagger or something normal?” He asked aloud, leading him down the hall to a room guarded.

A servant came to the door dressed in black slacks and loafers, his gray hair slicked back and spectacles straight on his nose. “Yes, sir?” He asked the man who had ended up on the Zimbalti’s door step. “How may I help you?”

Bonnie turned to leave the room, yawning a bit. “I will have to guard myself against my body guard. How amusing.” She… Read more

Zane orders an order of hash browns and a waffle for the 24-hour diner,once he is done he stays and talks to the workers, knowing them well

*looking at her* more like hoping but I’m not going to force myself on you

“Did you really think you were going to be sleeping the same room as me?” She asked, amusement in her voice but face bare.

Zane drives up to his house, parks his truck in the garage, he then goes into the house to retire for the night

*sighing with disappointment* ok then *walks over and lays onto the nearest bed*

“This way.” She led him upstairs to where the rooms were and into a guest bedroom. It was nice. Large and simple. “Here you are.”

*shrugging* less you want a partner to curl up into tonight then yes

She clicked off the light before yawning a bit. “A bath and some tea before heading to bed.” She decided before moving to go to her room. “Oh.” She turned around and looked at him. “Would you like me to lead you to the guards barracks?”

*following her after picking his gun up off the table*

She frowned, “What have I been doing wrong? Last week was just a coincidence.” She looked up at him, sighing, “Consider this a dismal by me.” She nodded curtly, moving to usher him out. “Come. My work is done for the night.

Zane cruises down the roads of Hainesville in his black  pickup truck, it is late, and the streets are dark, Zane drives outside the city limits and onto the gravel roads, he begins to drive faster, take corners tighter, overall, driving recklessly, after he feels it has been long enough, he drives back to town

Name: Zane Gistillee(i spell that right?)

Gang/family : gistillee

Age: 16

physical description: 5’11”, short brown hair, green eyes, 135 lbs, not overly strong, very calm under pressure, great eyesight,

Job: wheel man(driver)

Background: His parents taught him to drive when he was 10, he practiced out on the back-roads whenever he had… Read more

not by your mothers standards i guess *crossing his arms and leaning onto a wall*

She blinked, surprised. “Oh. That position is not needed, I am perfectly fine of protecting myself.”

your personal bodyguard *smiling at her*

Bonnie looked over at him, “What position has my mother assigned you as body guard?”

*dragging the man out and tossing him into the garbage can then returning* so what is it i do now?

Bonnie said nothing, continuing to scrub her hands. “Clean up the mess.”

Bonnie said nothing, continuing to scrub her hands.

“Y-You’re accent suggests you speak Spanish, but your skin is fair. I-I…I don’t know, Spain?” He coughed up a bit of blood into the water he was hung over. Tears slipping from his eyes. “Sir, please, please. I have a wife and children to take care of, I only work for the other family… Read more

*the man looks at him terrified* ummm mexico?

*shaking his head* wrong choice my friend *aims his beloved pistol and blows his head clean off*

*Jack smirking* ok then señor I will ask you a question if you get it right then you live get it wrong and well *Pulling out a 20mm desert eagle* you can guess what happens now guess what country did i come from?

“Your wish.” She shrugged, a few strands of hair falling over her shoulder. “Once again, not my decision.” She walked over to the sink to clean up.

fine *gets up* mind if I choose what happens to him?

*sitting on a table to see what happens*

“Who is it?” She asked quietly, and the man sputtered some words out desperately and faintly. A few moments later she seemed pleased of his answer and looked over to Jack. “Get him down from the chair and leave him for the guards outside.” The man looked up fearfully. “You said you would stop! You would make it stop!” He shouted like a maniac.… Read more