#mafias:start

[minatcry-blog]

              ‘  IS THIS WHAT GETTIN’ OLD FEELS LIKE ??  ’  muted mutter is more to himself than anyone else ; squinting through newly-placed lenses, the brunet can’t help but allow a wistful chuckle to pass through chapped brims. ‘  i miss the days where i didn’t need damned glasses to read everything.  ’  (      instinct tells him that the other has limited interest in his precipitate intrinsic monologue but he’s never been reason’s greatest fan.     )  ‘  youth is so fleeting, isn’t it ? we take it for granted ... take everythin’ about it for granted, don’t we ? good eyesight, colour in your hair, lack of wrinkles --- --- y’never realise how good it all is until you’re nearly fifty and y’can’t read the damned menu.  ’

[lucyxparker-blog]

Lucy was running late as usual. She was shoving the rest of her clothes in the duffel bag draped over her shoulder. “Get out of my way,” she mumbled as she pushed past people on the strip. She held her mug full off coffee over her head to avoid spilling it on anyone. She didn’t need any angry Las Vegans this early. Somehow, she managed to find a break in the crowd. “Move it!” she snapped at anyone who happened to get in her way. She could see the door to the studio just a few feet ahead. She stopped for a moment to zip her bag. As soon as she glanced down, someone slipped past her and bumped her shoulder. Her drink slipped from her hands and clattered on the sidewalk. “Fuck me,” she said a little too loudly. “This is the last thing I need this morning.”

[rcthschild-blog]

        AIDEN WAS NOT fond of public spectacles, he avoided them as best he could but currently he was making one— right outside his hotel, no less. “i said i want this damn plot, and you’re not doing a very good job for what i’m paying you to make that happen,” he said to the man before him, who responded that he had tried his best but there was already a deal going on, as detailed in the papers in aiden’s hands. “frankly, it doesn’t matter to me if they’re already in talks with another party,” he said, snapping the file shut.

        he tossed said file away with a flourish, turning his attention back to it just as the papers were cascading down— after they had already come into contact with a third party’s face. he didn’t intend to throw them at someone but his irritation had gotten the better of him. 

[missfortunefitzgerald-blog]

Broken Wing||Penelope&Open

After a long day of work Penelope was absolutely exhausted. Despite being new the universe didn’t let her catch a break. It felt like everyone and their mother was brought to this one hospital she worked at. But her smile never wavered and her friendliness didn’t either. This is what she worked for and what she expected. While she wished that fewer people, or better said nobody, got hurt at all. The fact that she could help them brought joy to her heart. 

The heat of the city made her decide to walk the long way home. As she knew that the heat in the bus would be too much, and she didn’t want to pay the absurd price for a taxi. In the end this was best for everybody. Or in this case the best for a very particular bird. At first Penelope thought nothing of the bird that was lying in the grass field beside the sidewalk. But when it didn’t move she started to worry. She decided to check up on it, and when she got closer her worries got confirmed. It was obvious that this bird had a broken wing and other minor injuries. 

Carefully she picked the bird up with both hands before holding it in one hand. A small smile painted her lips when she felt the bird sit down. Slowly she walked back to the sidewalk so she wouldn’t drop the bird. With her free hand she grabbed her phone only to be greeted with a blank screen. It was just her luck that her battery had to run out at this very moment. Unfortunately for her she saw someone out of the corner of her eyes.

‘‘Excuse me but do you perhaps know where the nearest animal hospital is?’‘ She asked politely with a modest smile.

[hiddenmcons]

Most days, especially during the summer, Sofia wouldn’t be heard of and her phone would be on silent; sleep was her number one priority. She never felt ashamed about the fact; she was up all night and most days during the semester so when she had the chance, she slept. However there were those rare occasions she was up with no prior engagements, so she’d take the time to hit the strip. “Hey! Watch it!” She griped as the bags she had in hand, filled with new make up pallets and odds and ends for her nighttime employment, went flying after she lost grip when the person bumped into her. “That - crap. That was actually a pretty penny,” Sophia said dejectedly with a frown as she reached for the bag after hearing a very audible crack surely from one of her pallets. 

[antonia-r-velazquez-blog]

The particular associate had become a real pain in the ass for her group. He had been working for them for some time and was constantly coming up short on his quota. Normally, when an associate needed taken care of the deed was done by a Sicario, however, today Toni was feeling a bit uptight and could use some tension-relieving. The fact that the beating was taking place in daylight on the sidewalk only seemed to spur Toni on. She loved an audience. 

[angclika-blog]

                “ mommy issues or not, ed gein was one of the most intriguing serial killers to study. i managed to write a fourteen page essay about him my senior year compared to the shit the rest of the class who picked sissies like ted bundy or even jeffery dahmer. charles manson is another one i’ll allow you to argue with, although he was more so a sociopath than a psychopath, he manipulated all those innocent people to go kill those he wanted dead, ” the blonde muttered with her nose wrinkled, taking another sip of the scotch that was handed to her.

[shroudcd]

              HUNTER DIDN’T GET A LOT of time to spend at home, but when he did, he usually picked up a book and curled up on the couch, a glass of whiskey in one hand. He had become an avid reader by force. In Massachusetts, if he wasn’t working, he’d be at a bar or at a casino. He’d been doing well for the past few months, not having entered a casino at all. He was rather proud of himself, if he was being honest. The city of casinos, and he hadn’t seen one on the inside yet. 

             IT SHOULDN’T HAVE SURPRISED HIM, but when he heard the loud crash somewhere outside his house, he couldn’t help it as he ran outside, book still in hand as he looked for the source of the noise. “What happened? Is everything okay?”

[mafiashq]

WE’RE OFFICIALLY OPEN FOR INTERACTIONS

I am so thrilled to have finally posted a note such as this! I hope everyone will have the best time here and that, we’ll stick together for however long (hopefully for a long time). 

Make sure to check our starter tag: mafias:start, and our intro tag: mafias:intro to check everyone’s intro posts in case you’ve missed them (there’s a couple more here too, which wasn’t showing up in the tags yesterday). Also, don’t forget to follow everyone!

Remember to reply to people’s starters before posting your own unless, of course, you’re the first to post one. Have fun, and I can’t wait to get to know your characters even more!

[hiddenmcons]

“No, no! Eva, let’s not run off...” she spoke to the 2-year-old as the child struggled and tugged to free her hand. “We’re going to get a popsicle, it’s not far.” Olivia said trying to appease and entertain a bored toddler while navigating the crowds. Unbeknownst to her, Eva had already gotten a hold of a passerby’s belongings and yanked causing them to stagger as Olivia felt the bit of a tug herself making her snap her attention back to her daughter rather than the crowds. “Jesus Christ...This girl’s going to give me a run for my money. I’m sorry,” she mumbled the former to herself, speaking louder at the latter as she worked on prying her child’s hand from the stranger’s clothing.