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Thread: Battles for Turf(Braiddan x Disgrace)

The day after Tsubaki heard of their emblems being defaced and she exploded with rage. What the fucking fuck, Tsubaki shouted at her innocent messenger, who happened to be her right hand man and was very scared of her. How are we supposed to fucking know who we're dealing with if all they're doing is blacking out our shit! She took her chair and kicked it across the room. Hideki! Is it the fucking Irish or the fucking Italian asshats?! The man, his face void of any expression despite his fear cleared his throat. There were sightings of men on bikes doing this...From what our sources tell us. We also have another problem...Its that new drug that they're carrying around with them. Some of our suppliers refuse to deal business with us because they're already aligned with them. So it is the fucking Irish...Bean Sidh... She spat and then sat on her desk. We're trying to move our HQ to that territory. We need to purge those shitheads out of their before we make that place our strong hold. Start moving more of our men over there. I'm going to find out what mystery drug we're dealing with. Any ideas of where the sources are?' Hideki adjusted his glasses and then took out a peace of paper. The name of that run down bar in the southern district keeps popping up. Here is the address. Be careful, Sagurai. Its probably the main place they do their business. That means some of their men might be crawling around. Shall I escort you? No, Senpai...They don't know my face and I won't wear my emblem. I'm going alone. After grabbing her keys and the directions the blonde walked out and then went straight to her Moped. She quickly started up and headed over to the old bar. Ignoring their defaced emblems, she focused on finding any members that belong to Bean Sidh. There were a few of the but they were scattered. She found more of her men. Good. They still had an upper hand. If they could get their hands on the mystery drug, they'd be on even turf. After arriving at the bar, she walked inside and took a seat at the bar. There were more Bean Sidh guys in here than she expected.
Thread: Battles for Turf(Braiddan x Disgrace)

Tsubaki managed to get her hands in the new drug. They were royally screwed if they could not find a way to combatant this new drug. She couldn't sick the police on them, they were smarter than the other gang that went under a few days ago. She paced back and forth in her room. She was so fucking tired of being here. She needed that territory and extra income so she could give a better life to her goons and to honor the memory of her father. Hideki stood at the door and watched her pace. He remained quiet as he never spoke unless he was asked his opinion. We need to move. I didn't see any signs of the Mafia, but they don't have the numbers for this fight. We're going to have to crush them and figure out the source of wherever their getting this drug. Or at least the ingredients. That stupid bar is where most of them hang out. Signal our idle men to meet at the bar with their emblems. I'm tired of fucking dancing around. Hideki's eye brows raised before he left the room obediently. He knew better not to question anything she said. She was very smart and calculating. In just a few days she managed to map out every source of this drug and who to hit if they needed to. An hour and a half later, exactly at midnight, Tsubaki and twelve of her men including Hideki were at the bars entrance. They all walked in, and attention was all immediately at them. They went to the very corner, pushing all innocent bystanders out there way before taking a seat. My my, this place isn't the rat hole it was a few days ago. However did they get the money for reservations? Tsubaki said aloud.
Thread: Battles for Turf(Braiddan x Disgrace)

Aaron paced the floor himself, most gangs would have struck by now. What was causing the Yakuza to delay? His right hand woman and man squeeze Breda seemed rather annoyed with the waiting game herself she finally looked up to Aaron. Can' w'just shoot them? Seems a lot more effective than all this waitin' around As she said this she was loading a clip to a .45. Aaron was usually the thinker and Breda the doer. That was the way it always was, even in their home country when they were in the I.R.A. Aaron shook his head They haven't struck yet, that must mean they are gathering intel Breda looked along the barrell, boy did she love guns Ooo spies? C'n ah shoot them? She asked with excitement, she hasn't been able to shoot a lot since they got all business like No, gather the guys, tell them to patrol the dust labs. And someone needs to guard smitty. You and two others are at the bar with me. Breda frowned at that, they would be stretched pretty thin but she didn't defy his orders. The aformentioned Smitty was nameed Arnold Smith a fired university professor who invented the dust. The day finally came, Aaron seemed not surprised when Tsubaki and her entourage came in. In fact he waved them over to his private booth. I've been expecting you. Come, I assume you wish to have a talk with me He laid his semi-auto .40 on the table.
Thread: Battles for Turf(Braiddan x Disgrace)

Since there were limited seats, Tsubaki only bothered to bring Hideki with her. The others kept their eyes on their rivals and their hands in their pockets. Other people began to leave the bar, but that was just fine. They knew the possibilities of what could happen with two major gangs in one bar. Hideki took off Tsubaki's jacket and hung it across her chair, then pulled it out for her. After she took a seat, he sat down next to her. Of course I want to talk to you, Tsubaki said with a sweet smile. The same smile she used to seduce so many men and squeeze information out of them. She took her 9mm and placed it next to his, and then looked at Hideki. He let out a sigh and then placed his semi-automatic down in front of them too. Tsubaki bowed slightly. My name is Tsubaki Sagurai. Obviously I'm head of the Yakuza. You're the first person that I've revealed my identity too, at least my real one. She looked into his eyes. Don't let my appearance fool you. I inherited my looks from my American whore of a mother. All my brains however came from my father...I've been watching you expand over my territory for the past few days, and I'd like to make an offer. I'll allow you to sell that new drug here, but I'd like to have a sixty five percent profit and also the recipe for it. She leaned over so that she was closer to his face. I'm sure a thirty five percent profit is a lot more generous than most people would get. However, I'm feeling like a generous person today. Take the offer. Pull some of your men back so they aren't butting heads with mine. She whispered threateningly.
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Thread: Stripping down Love. (Assassination_nation - Happy-Faces-Me)

It was just another night out with the guys, the gang, the boys - what have you. A long day or collecting money and getting into trouble was behind them and the ring leader, Vinny Valentino sat with his tight nit circle of mobsters. They all doned their best because the best - well, they wore the best am I right? The strip joint was called the Lunar club, a high to do gentleman's club with ladies that were to die for, and some men too. As long as they were attractive they could work the pole and perhaps a few dollars out of the high class patrons that sat in the shadows watching. Smoke filled he room and the illuminating light bounced off the stray smoke in various degree's. Bourbon was the drink of choice as Vinny sat amongst his possy, quietly as they chattered and goofed off in their oogling and grabbing of various woman who happily giggled and fell into their laps. Vinny's boys always treated them well enough and sent them backing with some dough so what was there to worry about. Vinny himself was a man just entering his thirties, still young with tanned skin and a body he took care of. Suit was cloaked over his stocky frame as he relaxed, smoke lit in his mouth as the cherry burned to illuminate those gray half lidded eyes that were outlined with thick black lashes. Bedroom eyes his mother called them, the kind of eyes that could penitrate to the very soul in the most intimate of times. Hair was slicked back today, kept away from his face so the masculine jaw was set, those high cheekbones and chisled features were most definatly one of a man. Thick necked, large handed creature was more than happy to be one of those that just oozed power and authority. But he was quiet. Silent now as he watched the dancer leave the stage so another could come on and do her show for them. While the other boys hooted and hollered Vin would pluck his smoke from his lips and tilt that dark amber liquid to his lips so the burning drink could coat his insides. Clinking of ice was unnoticed as those striking gray orbs rolled up to take in the next person on the list.
Thread: Stripping down Love. (Assassination_nation - Happy-Faces-Me)

Vin didnt seem to be paying that much attention to what was happening at the stage and even when the music took the older man lit up another smoke and flicked his old stubby one off to the side with a grimace of annoyance. Leaning back in his chair the man lounged, one leg crossing over the other as arms dragged back to settle on the lip of the couch he sat on, watching the new boy come out onto the dance floor with mild interest. He could tell he was a man before he took off his cloths, he knew by just the shape of his small body and the way it moved. When you studied people for so long, when you watched and spyed and kept others in line you figured out how to read people quick enough that gender was normally not a problem. Even when this kid acted like a fairy he still knew he had junk dangling there between his legs. Now - this particular boss man normally went for woman. He liked meat on their bones, he liked how soft and supple they were and how easily they bent and broke. Vin was not a sweet talker and he was anything ut gentle. It was why he lost his past wife's - two divorced him and the last one was murdered. By him. The cheating whore. A grunt rolled from his lips as he watched the kid go and smooze up to his friend Jack. Jackie boy was not someone interested in men anyways and so when the little nancy came and descended down onto the man, who was obviously more than a little homophobic Vin had to reach out and grab his meaty arm and give him a look over his nose. Don't cause a scene, kid. You wanna beat his ass later thats yer prerogative. Not in this club - I pay to much money to pay fer yer asses to come in here for you to get me fined. Vin told him lowly, keeping his voice that deep and growling tone that spoke of calm assurance that yes, he would shoot him in the face if he was going to mess this up. With Jack calmed to the point that he was sure he would not try and rip the boy off the stage the Italian man went back to smoking and watching the kid as he danced and moved. He was not so bad looking that he wouldn't go for him, the way he moved and the body that he had gave him some form of interest. However...a plan began to form in the back of his mind as he watched Jack out of the corner of his eye. That good ol' boy was shaking as he watched the stripper up on stage. Jack wanted to murder him and it was a well known fact that Vin knew that Jack was never one to get over his pride being hurt. Belial had not tried on purpose of course but the fact that people saw him 'hitting' on Jack was enough to enrage the burly, stupid man to the point of murderous intentions. Oh Jack eventually got up to leave in a flurry of rage, taking his coat and drink with him - he would wait in his car around back, where he knew the strippers left later at night and he would find the little whore and beat the homosexual out of him and if he killed him? Oh fucking well. Vin could just smirk as he nudged one of his other buddies, whispering something to him as he nodded to the boy on stage and then in the direction of where Jack went. It was going to be a fun night.
Thread: Stripping down Love. (Assassination_nation - Happy-Faces-Me)

It was easy to say Belial enjoyed his job. He wasnt a sex freak or anything, but he liked the attention he got, the odd people he met, even the really odd ones that he wished he hadnt met. But this was just work, and give or take a few times that he had wished he could just go home as if he never left, work that was somewhat tedious and all too real. Belial found himself finally moving about, collecting money from the floor, from the patrons, folding it up slowly on stage, taking his time when he knew that there were others still waiting for him, and then hed walk over to them slowly, even sometimes pass them up, but always come back, eager to make their day. Though, he was already bored, and had originally intended to make that one male his interest for the night, but it seemed hed left. Maybe his wife called or something, or he was just bored. The thought that hed bored someone made Belial hurt, and so he tried to look a little more interested the rest of the show. He hadnt noticed the way the male had previously been looking at him, but maybe that was a bad thing. Bel was always told, as a stripper with probably more then one stalker and or just a freak whod noted him, to tell Alvin immediately if he felt he was in danger. At the moment he didnt feel in danger, but there was probably more then just a little danger waiting for him outside. Itd been about twenty five minutes, and Belial was already tired. Hed gone by that previous mans little group a few more times, because Alvin was in the back eyeing him for not making a move, so he finally had. Though Alvin cut the show a little short, feeling they were getting nowhere, and having taken a bit of notice to the way Jack had been looking after Belials little hello. He waved him down and Belial smiled to the crowd of people, Well I guess Ill be leaving now. See you guys tomorrow. Remember, tomorrows theme day, so you eager boys out there will get to see me all dressed up in a costume he giggled and waved once more, slowly making his way off the stage with his money. Now in the confines of his room, Belial counted his money and then went and gave it to Alvin, who had a safe box for each and every one of the workers, so if they didnt want to make that extra trip to the bank late at night, or didnt want to hold money around this part of town, they could keep it there for safe keeping. He was a trustworthy guy, how could he not be when in this business, counting your money and documenting it in every way, shape, or form, was something that every worker did. After a quick shower in the back where the room for the girls and boys to get cleaned up before a show or after a long day, was, he collected his bag and hurried out to the back. He called a taxi and stood beneath the light looming above the back exit waving goodbye to a few other girls that passed him as they went to their cars.
Thread: Stripping down Love. (Assassination_nation - Happy-Faces-Me)

Jackie boy wasnt into waiting to long and so when Belial came out of that club the large man came from his car and strode on over. He was big, not as big as some of the other boys were but his shoulders were much broader than Belials and his height loomed over him. He approached cautiously, as if he was unsure about meeting up with the little stripper or even talking to him. Sandy haired man seemed like a southern gentleman, pale and rough around the edges - perhaps a little meek and exploritive now that the stripper had awakened interest in him. You wanted to be called Bel, correct? Jack asked him and just as a taxi was pulling up closer the man waved it away and grinned, as if signaling that he was no longer needed. So the automobile drove off with a shrug from the Indian man that drove it. A quick look about told him all the girls had gotten into their car and were out of the dark parking lot. It was then that the big man grabbed the boy by the shoulders and quickly pressed a 9mm smith and weston handgun against his neck right where the pulse rose from the skin. Unless the boy dodged him he was looking at a extremely dangerous man willing to pull the trigger for such a simple action in the club that it must have been shocking. Im not gay. Do I look like a faggot to you, kid? He would ask him as he pressed the gun harshly into his throat, just holding him there by the hand on his shoulders harshly. Those brown eyes stared into the kids own with a firm scowl on thin lips, hate filling that face and turning it muddled and red. I don't like faggots hitting on me. You know what I do? I kill people. For a living, for money...But I'll take you out for free you little freak. Now, now Jackie boy... Came the cool, calculating voice from the other side of the alley way. A faint click of his exprensive dress shoes hit the pavement as he continued to walk towards them at a snails pace, hands in his pockets as that cherry lit smoke bobbed in his lips. He can't help what he is. Look. A stripper whore needs ta make money to, ya know? Vinny would snort as he shrugged, bulky shoulders rolling up defensively in his tailored black suit. Gay boy or not...Now he's seen your face and mine. You think with all the murders you have done that you can let him go now? That he can go off and away on his little life... Vinnys eyes narrowed down to the kid as he now stood a good five foot away from them. The cab driver saw you too. We're going to have to kill him out in the country if you don't want to get caught...
Thread: Stripping down Love. (Assassination_nation - Happy-Faces-Me)

Of course Belial had been met by several men in the back before, looking for a good time, looking for their money back, and yes, hed had his life threatened before, but he was surely never scared as he was about to be. The few people that had threatened his life definitely werent gonna go through with it, but then again, maybe they would have. It always seemed someone was around at the right time, able to tell the crazed freak to back off and get going. This time though, no one was around, and despite the cool night air, it was becoming real hot beneath that flickering lamp light. Look guy, Belial started when hed been approached, growling in the back of his throat when the taxi driver was waved away. Whatever your problem Is, get over it, I have to be leaving and I dont have time for your freak shit. Belials voice wasnt much lower then it usually was while working, but it didnt sound as smooth and erotic as it usually did. There wasnt even a thought in his mind that maybe tomorrow he wouldnt be showing up for costume night. It was quite the shocker when he was held by his shoulders, gasping in surprise and swallowing hard at the sight of the gun. A few had been aimed at him before, but hed never felt the barrel of one against his skin. Belial could feel hot tears burning at his eyes, but he didnt cry, still hoping that Alvin might walk out and see him, help him, get this guy off of him and provide some comfort like he usually did. Alvin was nowhere in sight this time though. L-Look, just skip my s-show if you dont like it. I-I dont have some g-gaydar or anything. You w-were watching, h-how can I assume o-otherwise? maybe that wasnt the smartest thing to say, but at least what he said were words and not just sobbing and what not. Belial might have just jumped at the sound of someone elses voice, but he didnt, knowing the tone was that of someone not intending to help him. Tears began to run down his face, and luckily he didnt wear any kind of eye makeup or even lipstick, just the blush because it helped his already feminine looks, and that was water proof so he didnt look like an idiot with make up running down his face, but he was still crying. I-I didnt mean t-toI-Im just..just another b-bar time slut, Im j-just trying to make it b-by here.Ill d-do anything, q-quit, g-give you my money, a-anything.. No one ever got this serious, and there was too much Belial wanted to do, or that he could do since nothing was coming to mind at the moment.