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Log, Complete
When; July 11th [Near Midnight--Prohibit This!].
Rating; R [Language; Violence; Death].
Characters; Alfons Heiderich [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Summary; While the underdogs have their bloodbath, the leaders have their own rumble. HEAVEN OR HELL! Irish!Tayuya and Sicilian!Alfons reveal a history before providing an ending you only see in the movies.
Log;
If you shut out the sound of gunfire and screams that echoed down the alleyways, it was actually a beautiful night. The children and the lady had offered their kisses, and of course the Don was pleased with the apples brought to him.
In the midst of war and bloodshed, Alfons was seated on a bench so that he could lean back and admire the stars. Even in a city as corrupt as this, the stars would never change. The two picciottos with him seemed rather uncomfortable just standing there when there was a bloodbath going on not five blocks down, but of course they had their duty.
Was he waiting? What did he have to wait for? He knew, even if they didn't, and there was no way some mick was going to sneak up on him. He would have been able to smell it a mile off.
Rating; R [Language; Violence; Death].
Characters; Alfons Heiderich [
opfern] & Tayuya [violentflutist].Summary; While the underdogs have their bloodbath, the leaders have their own rumble. HEAVEN OR HELL! Irish!Tayuya and Sicilian!Alfons reveal a history before providing an ending you only see in the movies.
Log;
If you shut out the sound of gunfire and screams that echoed down the alleyways, it was actually a beautiful night. The children and the lady had offered their kisses, and of course the Don was pleased with the apples brought to him.
In the midst of war and bloodshed, Alfons was seated on a bench so that he could lean back and admire the stars. Even in a city as corrupt as this, the stars would never change. The two picciottos with him seemed rather uncomfortable just standing there when there was a bloodbath going on not five blocks down, but of course they had their duty.
Was he waiting? What did he have to wait for? He knew, even if they didn't, and there was no way some mick was going to sneak up on him. He would have been able to smell it a mile off.
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Still, it was rather disappointing how quickly they fell, without even getting a chance to lift their firearms. Not to mention, the back of his coat was now splattered with blood that was hardly clean...but it was the blood of the family, after all, meaning he had every right to be disheartened by their deaths.
"Perhaps. But their company was pleasant. They didn't yammer my ear off like some. And at least they were dressed nicely, which is more than I can say for you."
Smoothly standing, Alfons shrugged off the stained coat to drape it over the back of the bench, just beside one of the bloodied corpses that had fallen. It was a warm night, anyhow. He didn't need that coat.
Having pulled the pack of cigarettes out before folding the coat, he pulled out the last one to perch between his lips and light up while he eyed her. She was a mess, it was true... This whole damn thing was a mess. And it could have been avoided if Sakura and Kimblee had just done their job right.
"Come to get me, rag-a-muffin?" he murmured, appearing keen on the situation despite how bizarre it looked. Him with his dead flunkies and her looking like she'd just been hit by a bus.