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Thread: Her Downfall (Szymanski/Kiari03)

Frankie was amazed just how fast she gobbled up every mouthful he passed to her on the fork, eating as if she hadn't fed in days. Occasionally, a small drop of egg would land on her chest, then tumble downwards to her lap. Frankie would pick it up, and toss it in to her mouth like he were shooting a basketball hoop. On one of the occasions, he actually missed and it hit her on the cheek instead. Tommy looked up from his meal and laughed, pointing the fork at her. Now, we would have let you out of the chair if you hadn't tried to escape yesterday. Hitting my friend here in the face and kicking me in the balls? Anything you promise us could be a complete lie. And it probably is, we know what you Trapattoni's are like. Just like your father, I bet. Old fart that he is, close to his death bed I heard. I'd be surprised if he didn't have a heart attack hearing that his sweet little Jacky had been kidnapped. We should send him her knickers. I like that. Frankie was handed the other plate, and he took them both to the kitchen where the sound of tap water could be heard from the bedroom. Obviously he was washing the plates, scraping the remainder of the scrambled egg down the sink. How's Francesca? He called through. What do you think? Still moaning for you to stop getting up at 6am and going to work all day? She doesn't understand that the reason she has that fancy house and nice clothes is because I work all day. Try telling her that if I didn't, she wouldn't get to go shopping all day. Tommy smiled at Jacky, flicking a few strands of loose hair from her face. Frankie returned, licking his fingers and telling them both he was going for a shower. His partner nodded, and the two of them were left alone again. Tell me a little about yourself, Jacky. What do you like, are you a spoiled little brat like my girlfriend is? You put on a sad, puppy dog face and Daddy gets you what ever you want? What a fool. He stood up and walked to the window, opening the blinds and watching out at the sky begin to brighten. The nights were coming in earlier, and the mornings starting later. The sign of winter was upon them alright. The cold Christmas would be here soon, and their present was just a little early this year. All wrapped up with silver tape, she even sang festive tunes according to Frankie. Why won't you be nice to Frankie, huh? Maybe we can come to an arrangement, show us a little trust and we'll allow you a little more freedom.
Thread: Her Downfall (Szymanski/Kiari03)

Her fists were clenched tighter than they ever had been, but they were right. If her father ever did hear about her kidnapping, it most likely would be the death of him. Good thing she had had to foresight to prevent her father from finding out in a situation like this. Ralph would never tell, that was certain. If anything he would fabricate a story about the necessity to urgently go out of the country for one reason or another. She couldn't do anything about them insulting her father in her current position and she knew an attempt to do so would only minimize what little energy she did have left. Oh...the sound of wasted...perfectly good...food. She sighed in mock defeat. But really, I wish I could regain the feeling in my arms again... She thought as she waited for them to re-enter the room and discuss today's plans. First thing was first, she had to gain the trust of the Simones. Only then could she make steps to help her clan. Being tied up like this wasn't good for them or for her and from what she heard they needed her, badly. For now, she chose to focus on his strange, yet valid questions. Personally, I don't care about your love life dilemmas, but to answer your question, no. I'm nothing like the girl you think I am. I was trained to be a fighter from the moment I was put on this earth and my father never let me forget it. That's why you will lose this war. Because you DON'T know the Trapattoni family clan at all and you never will, you piss ant! She sneered at him, still holding an air of aristocracy among peasants, while restraining herself from spitting in his face. She couldn't do that, she needed out of this chair desperately. Frankie is lower ranking and lower class. I can tell that without a second guess. You on the other hand are not. Granted you're still scum and I'll more than likely kill you someday, but just die knowing that you are more tolerable than Frankie. Besides... She continued, You never hit me without me hitting you first. She stated, answering his second question. On a brighter and less insulting note.. She began, trying to clear her parched throat. What exactly do I have to do to prove to you that I'm not going to run? It's not like I can gain much trust shackled to this chair. She questioned, willing to hear, and most likely accept his offer.
Thread: Her Downfall (Szymanski/Kiari03)

Trained to be a fighter? Well that was good news for them, wasn't it? Give her a slight chance, and she'd overcome them. He was more than happy to keep her tied to this chair for the duration of her stay, but he figured she would only get more and more cranky that way. The topic of discussion then changed to Frankie. Hey, that's enough of that. Frankie's a good kid. Kid? He was only two years younger than Tommy who was 26. He never does a thing wrong, just, I'm sure you've seen it with your family as well. He's the kind of guy that no matter how hard he tries, he'll never reach the top. Always be some thing or some one stopping him. As he was unaware of her true role as family Boss, he didn't realise that she would understand fully what he was meaning. Frankie Dupraz had more French blood in him than Italian, which didn't go well for him when it came to moving up the ranks. It was a shame as well, because he was one of their best soldiers. While he still washed himself in the shower, Tommy showed Jacky the handgun he had. A German-made pistol, which fired large .45 rounds. It was known as the HK USP, the signature weapon of the Bernardino family, or that's what Frankie unofficially called it anyway. This gun is gonna be aiming at you when I untie you. If you make the slightest attempt to do something stupid, then it's going to go off and make a painful hole in your leg. Believe me, it hurts. Tommy began by tearing away the duct tape from her wrists, then quickly retreated back a few steps so she could undo the leg strappings herself. All the while, the metal object fixated on her movements. Remember, slowly. The quicker you start to move, the more my finger will start to slip on this trigger. By now, Frankie had left the shower and strolled in to the bedroom, intrigued at what Tommy was doing. Was he insane? The gun gave little relief, she could probably dodge the bullet with lightning speed, no doubt. Frankie was more comfortable with her bound to something immobile. What's happening here? She's stretching her arms and legs. I don't like this. Frankie, relax. Relax? Yes, relax. Frankie took a handful of clothes back in to the bathroom, and changed in to a pair of jeans and a black-and-white checked shirt, sleeves rolled up as usual. The sweet smell of deodorant filled the room as the bottle sprayed underneath his arms. Vinnie's coming to visit, should be here any minute now. Don't do anything funny in front of the boss, Jacky. He's the only one that says whether you stay alive.
Thread: Her Downfall (Szymanski/Kiari03)

Yeah, yeah...I gotcha ya. She mumbled as he quickly undid her wrists. Kaytlin stretched her arms above her head and listened to the cracking sounds her bones made in protest to their recent treatment. Letting out a whistle, she admired the huge bruises left on her arms. Wow...don't think I've ever had bruises this impressive... She murmured, rubbing her arms vigorously to get the blood flowing again before she slowly worked the duct tape off of her ankles. Over all, her body was a mess of bruises, her face was a mess, and her eyes were blood shot. Oh hush Frankie. Do I really look like I'm in the condition to throw a punch or dodge a bullet? I have no intention of trying, though I am going to make a dash for the toilet!!! She slowly made her way to the bathroom with her hands up. Before they could protest, she slammed the door shut and locked it. She knew that they could try and shoot her through it, but she knew Tommy would count this as a test, and she was going to pass. Some mumbling outside, more than likely protests from Frankie, kept her from relaxing. Hey! Keep it down out there! She called. After relieving herself and washing her hands, she emerged slowly from the bathroom, hands above her head. Ok, look. I counted twenty potential weapons, three potentially lethal, in that bathroom. You'll notice that my hands are above my head and that I have not a weapon on my person. Does that prove I'm not going to hurt you two boneless chickens? She asked as she continued to stretch and groan. She arched her back, not getting enough of the feeling of crackling joints. Now...something to eat... She mumbled to herself while walking into the kitchen. She was tired of waiting for their permission, if they were going to shoot her, then they could shoot her. But she knew they wouldn't. That would look like incompetence to Vincent. After all, did they really want to make it look like that they had to shoot a woman in order to keep their asses from getting beat. Good God...you have nothing to eat in here. Two eggs, white bread, and shreds of...turkey, is no meal, but I'll take it. Before she could inhale the bread and meat, their was a sharp knock on the door. Hmmm...now, let's talk to Vincent. She growled softly.
Thread: Her Downfall (Szymanski/Kiari03)

Tommy had kept close to Jacky, his gun still ready to fire. There were knives in the kitchen drawer, and even though she tried to tell them that she could have taken a weapon from the bathroom, he still didn't trust her to pick up a knife and push it in a private area for later use. She had already done that once yesterday, and it nearly cost them their prisoner. Well, he's going to come round and give us a little update on how your family is getting on. I'm looking forward to what he's got to say. I'm sure you will, too. Frankie remained in the bedroom, finishing changing himself when Tommy let Vincent in to the apartment. He was a man in his late forties, although time hadn't been kind to the man. A receding hairline had already been a problem since his mid thirties, and although he still had his hair, it formed a rather large forehead. What's she doing in the kitchen? Is this how you keep all your hostages, Frankie? No, Boss! It was Tommy that cut her loose. Don't worry, she's not getting anywhere. I don't care, all it'll take is a quick kick to knock that gun out of your hand, Tommy. Then what? She runs out the door, down the stairs and starts screaming for someone to help. Then our whole plan is shot to shit. We can't deal with both the Simone's and the Trapattoni's just now. Right, the point's been taken. I don't think you understand the seriousness of all of this. I do, I do. Well start acting like it. Vincent turned to Jacky. Now, how are you today Miss Trapattoni? Frankie walked through the bedroom door and sat down on the couch, motioning for Vincent to join him, yet the man declined, instead slowly etching closer to Jacky herself. Not even Vincent knew that he was currently staring at the woman in sole charge of the Trapattoni crime family. Her face was bruised, and he smiled at that. They'd been rough to her, but he'd be surprised when he found out that she had been causing all sorts of problems since the moment she woke up -- a small, young woman who was getting on top of two grown men. Useless.
Thread: Her Downfall (Szymanski/Kiari03)

Jacky smirked, placing her hand on her hip, Dont blow a gasket old man, I just needed to take a piss. She stated as she picked up an apple out of the fruit basket and taking a bite. So, tell me, what is the news on the field? After all, considering your son is currently present, I assume you havent turned on my family just yet. She stated, trying to gain what information he would grant her. Vincents regard to the current state of her face didnt allude her, Also, despite how fucked up my face might be, its still far more presentable than your ugly mug. With all due respect. What none of them had realized yet was that the Trappatonis were not fools. Long ago, she had set up a standard for withdrawal. Should their numbers fall to a predetermined number, they were to go to a warehouse owned by the Trappatoni family just outside of the city to wait out whatever led them to such low numbers unless otherwise informed by her father, currently suffering from dementia, or, more importantly, herself. She was to be assumed dead after a months absence. She knew it wouldnt take long now for them to reach that number and slip away from the battle. She only hoped that it would happen before the Ambrosini's turned. It would be far more difficult to escape two clans than it would be to escape one. After all, lost turf could be regained, men could be recruited, but if the entire army were wiped out, the Trappatoni family would fall. As Jacky stared at Vincent, she worried that her lies wouldnt hold up for long. What would she do if they did hide? They would come after her, more than likely. Under threat of torture and death, could she keep her secret or would she crack under the pressure?
Thread: Her Downfall (Szymanski/Kiari03)

Frankie, Tommy... if you ever feel the need to use anymore force to keep Miss Trapattoni in check, then you're allowed to do it. I think she has to learn a little respect goes a long way, especially with the people who have kidnapped you. Tommy nodded, it looked like he even smiled and rubbed his hands for a second at that news. Now, Miss Trapattoni. I thought I would come round to tell you that your family seem to be on the losing side of the war. Now that's not to say that they haven't killed alot of Simone's, because they have. But they're not doing well at all. Seems like your father isn't doing well, either. The three men seemed to be focusing all of their attention on the girl, an unusual staring contest which she would probably lose. Now, Begun Vincent, grabbing Jacky's arm. You're going to tell me a little about your family. What contacts do they have? The Russians? I've seen you lot talking with them a few times, making a couple of deals. I need to know if they'll come to their aid if we decide to attack.
Thread: Her Downfall (Szymanski/Kiari03)

Oh whatever Jacky thought as Vincent authorized more abusive measures. Fine, theyll need whatever they can get. Jacky murmured throwing a glance over to Tommy and Frankie. She knew that they were losing against the Simones. This was exactly why Jacky had tried to avoid conflict in the first place. Simply put, they were outnumbered three to one. Oh, she was sure that with her guidance, the Simones could have been taken care of, but alas, that wasnt the case. Her fathers worsening condition disheartened her, but only for a moment. Jacky sighed under the pressure from the staring of three ruthless men, Fine. Ill tell you She murmured, lowering her head. But its going to take a while. A smirk began to play on her features. My family migrated here from Europe, where in Europe, I dont know. But anyway, Great Great Grandma Velda decided she wanted to open a spice shop and met a wonderful man named Ferdenand. She went on and on with her family history including cousins, awkward marriages, uncles, aunts, nieces, nephews, etc. What? He asked to know about my family She thought mischievously to herself. HmmmRussians, huh? Well I do eat at a Russian bistro every now and then. Could that be what you mean? She mused softly, wondering how far she could push them. Her goal was to get them agitated enough that the gun would be lowered from her back long enough for her to make a move. She was still in arms reach of the kitchen drawer and still had the apple in her hand.
Thread: Her Downfall (Szymanski/Kiari03)

Vincent leaned backwards against a counter, his arms were folded, and he was angry. He didn't try to make that obvious, tried to keep calm, knowing that she was looking for a reaction out of any of the three. It was useless, trying to ask her something. They weren't going to get a straight answer, it was going to be a twisted one, which had little relevance to what he wanted to know. Right, that's enough. Vincent moaned, grabbing Jacky and tossing her away from the kitchen, and more importantly the kitchen drawer. Not that Vincent was thinking about the weapons in the drawer next to her. Frankie, I want her tied up. Keep her tied up. None of this 'letting her walk about the apartment as if she owns the place'. She's your prisoner. Treat her like she's one. Vincent wasn't planning on staying long. He wanted to come round, see how Frankie was doing, and that she hadn't escaped yet. Tommy was left to watch over her while Vincent took the young apartment owner in to a corner, away from ear shot. They discussed business, like always, while Tommy kept guard. You heard what the Boss says. The duct tape is coming back out. Tommy said, turning his back to her for a second, an amatuer mistake because in the process, the weapon was obviously facing away from her as well. Where was that duct tape, didn't Frankie keep it somewhere in the living room?
Thread: Her Downfall (Szymanski/Kiari03)

Yeah, yeahduct tapeyay She muttered as she stood next to Tommy with her arms folded. She was pissed too. Not only were her men dying just out of her reach, but she was stuck dealing with these impatient idiots. Truth be told, they did have Russian connections, and ironically enough their meeting place was at a bistro. Too bad he didnt let her get to that part of the story. Oh wellhis loss. She thought to herself as she examined the situation. Boss and idiot together in a corner, nothing suggestive there, and Tommy still pointing the damn gun. Oh Jesus fucking loves me today! She thought as Tommy made the biggest rookie mistake he could have made. He turned his back to Jacky. Gripping her apple tightly, she swiftly lifted her knee into his groin from behind, smashed the apple into the back of his head, and before he could fall, she twisted his right arm behind his back and commandeered his gun. Allowing him to fall to the floor, she shot him once in the leg. Not to kill him, but to keep him from interfering in what she had to do. An automaticsweet She thought as she pointed her gun at Tommys head. Now Vincent, I believe we are on even terms. You see, Im currently holding a gun to your sons head. If you want to have a son in a few minutes, youll do as I say. First, I want your cell phone. Set it on the floor and then kick it in my direction. Second, you and Frankie will walk into the bathroom and close the door. Count to one hundred Mississippis. Then, come collect your son if you can and kiss your asss goodbye, because you havent kidnapped the bosss daughter. You kidnapped the boss herself! Her eyes were fixed on her prey, Tommy, Frankie, and Vincent. Her hand, unwavering, as she awaited their compliance.
Thread: Her Downfall (Szymanski/Kiari03)

The bullet's noise seemed to bounce off every single wall in the apartment, but Tommy's scream was worse. It was a loud yell, a pain-filled one as well. He collapsed to the ground, hand running down his leg, clutching the area just above the bullet-wound. The piece of lead was still stuck in his body, scraping against bone with every slight movement that he made, and what annoyed him the most was he couldn't stop his leg shaking. She's fucking shot me! Fucking... fuck! The wound appeared to limit his vocabulary to the same, single swear word. His eyes closed, rocking sideways on the spot. The wooden floor was now painted with red, his trousers damp and sticky. Vincent instantly put his hands up, Frankie was a little more calm about the situation and leaned back against the wall separating the living area from the bedroom. OK, this was a problem. What was Tommy thinking, turning his back and letting her gain control of the weapon? Idiot, absolute idiot. He remained quiet, however, instead letting Jacky and Vincent talk this one out. Tommy was trying to convince Vincent to listen, because it appeared to look as if the Boss was having thoughts about whether he really needed Tommy to stay alive. However, he did as he was told, and began to retreat in to the bedroom when he narrowed his eyes. She was the Boss? He didn't believe it, had to be her boasting because she had the upper hand for now. Vincent shook his head, knitting his eyebrows together just above the bridge of his nose then closed the bedroom door behind him. So she's the Boss, huh? She's not the Boss, Frankie. She said she was. I'm Frank-fucking-Sinatra, do you believe that? You're not. And she's just a little, spoiled brat who's trying to piss us off. Yeah, but how do you know she's lying? Because I do. She's twenty years old... her dad is the Boss.. and she just shot my fucking boy! Frankie shook his head with a sigh, opening the window of his bedroom and climbing on to the fire escape. You stay up here, I'm going down to catch her at the front door.
Thread: Stranded. (Dis and Kate)

Stephen McArthur had been sailing all his life his father was a merchant and sailed a ship from Britain to the colonies. When he was young his father's ship was taken by pirates and his father was killed. From that day on he had desided that he was going to spend his life fighting pirates. His mother insisted on sending him to medical school to be a doctor though once he graduated he was able to do what ever he wanted. He did just that he set sail on the biggest ship he could find as their doctor. For 5 years he sailed the seas as his crew hunted and sank pirate vessels. With 8 sunken ships to their record they had themselves became hunted. Pirate ships began looking to sink her and battle had became a constant for the the crew as they patrolled the coast of the colonies. They where finally boarded in the fall of the coast of southern Georgia. The crew fought hard to the very last man but the 3 ships that had attacked them where to much for them. Each surviving man was given a choice. Become a pirate or die! Two days later the wreackage from the battle 2 miles of shore was still washing up. The day before a few found things of value floating up on shore. Usually in the pockets of the dead sailors who where washing up on the shore. Stephen was one of those men washing up on shore though he was not like the rest. The wound that the pirates had given him before throwing his body over board was not fatal. He was wounded in the right shoulder enough to render him unconscious and nearly enough to kill him. He laid there the sun warming his body enough to keep him from dieing. The water having chilled him enough to keep him from bleeding to death. Though it with out someone to help him he would certainly be dead in less than half a day.