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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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"Better rats than shit out a corrupt politician's ass, eh?" She licked her lips, a nervous tell, and sized him up for the tenth time. In a fisticuffs, she knew, she was the victor. She was all harsh angle, muscles from hard work, from training and fighting, where he was softer, the only thing soft about her the curves of a woman, of breast and hip, not even lips to vouch for feminitity, parched and dried.
"But, if it makes you proud-" She let herself trip, catch herself on the dragging leg with a gritting of teeth and a too hard clutch on knife hilt, tring to smirk, "Go ahead. Take advantage of your boys' fumble and off me." She spread her arms, exposing her chest and the most expensive thing she owned, the rosary around her neck. "Shoot me?"