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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)
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.
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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She liked knives. They were much quieter than guns, and when handled correctly, just as deadly. Not that she was a dumb woman, she had a small piece tucked in the back of her pants beneath the back flap of the worn leather vest over threadbare button-down shirt, more knives sheathed along the same suspenders.
"Besides," Tayuya limped one step closer, squared her stance, and stood, proud eyes and a proud lift to her chin even though it bared further burns not yet scarred. "Who said I came here to kill you, hmm?"