Thread: [The Supernatural Mobsters]

You talk about vengeance. Is vengeance going to bring your son back to you or my boy to me? I forgo the vengeance of my son. But my youngest son had to leave this country because of this Sollozzo business. So now I have to make arraignments to bring him back safely cleared of all these false charges. But I'm a superstitious man. And if some unluck accident should befall him, if he should be shot in the head by a police officer, or if should hang himself in his jail cell, or if he's struck by a bolt of lightning... then I'm going to blame some of the people in this room... and that, I do not forgive. But, that aside, let say that I swear, on the souls of my grandchildren, that I will not be the one to break the peace we have made here today. ...Interesting movie , to the Don of the Di Ferrucio family, it was rather fascinating seeing the human parallel of their world, or rather the human chapter in the early twenties and thirties where the mob reigned supreme. It wasn't as though he were alive back then, he simply wasn't and this movie, despite it being a simple movie , the movie was apparently quite accurate. The story in his opinion was slightly slow, but who was he to judge? He had no place to judge what humans made, even if he personally believed that humans seemed to be prone to fucking shit up... He thought of this, while staring at a large flat screen tv, mounted to the wall in the center of the main recreational hall, appearing to be around 60x85.. or was it, 105x80? His memory was kind of bad, but whatever, the tv was relatively large, his mind drifted away from said trivial matter as he attempted, to relax letting his mind wander... The main hall was fairly well put together, a nice wood floor, presumed to be bloodwood, most of the tables in the room were also crafted from the same wood. The small 'libraries' which were pressed against what were once bare spots in the hall brought most of the room together, aside from the red carpets, deep nearly maroon forms of coverings for the furniture which were all usually in a darkness and brightness with certain designations as follows Dark---Not so dark, but not at all that light. While the color scheme worked as followed Red-Shades of dark red Purple- Shades of a dark purple that has a more of a red tone Black- Only for some of the picture frames and for the small pieces of furniture that also act as containers, and so on. Over all the main hall was a place of relaxation, around several dozen meters in length, as well as several dozen meters in width, however the Don wasn't sure as to how wide, long or how high the room was anymore as it underwent remodeling as of late due to....several issues. He judged that now the room was around possibly 16 meters in length or so, around 18 meters in length and around 6 meters in height. He knew that his calculations were more than likely inaccurate, but it was the best estimate, now that there were so many people...not to mention fairly dangerous people living under the same roof, there had to be enough room for a large amount of 'supernaturals' to walk around freely either in their human or true forms. Still it gave him a lack of ease, knowing that here in this new place built for them, in the wilderness outside of civilization's reach in Maine, though usually the Di Ferrucio mob conducted business in New York, Las Vegas, and even often times in the more country oriented states, Maine was a decent place to hide out. Most of the woodland kept their home out of sight, and technically speaking there was still quite a large amount of lee-way in between laws and it was safer to hide out here out of the reach of lynchers. So now... Now was a time to relax... Here in this huge estate, outfitted for a huge number of occupants of all nature, aquatic, aerial, spiritual and or otherwise. This place was built by the previous don's, They had hoped that around their generation peace would be found, but...ironically things didn't turn out that way. Who would have guessed that the current don of the Mattarazzo and the current don of the Di Feruccio picked up where the previous mobs left off? He groaned rubbing his temples at the thought of the biggest mistake of his life. What in the holy-fuck of hell was he THINKING?! Was he drunk that day? Was it one of those rare days where he was in a good mood? No, he more than likely didn't listen to some people saying that it was a bad idea. Now he had to put up with the Mattarazzo, and their...more than annoyingly flamboyant, as well as eccentric don. Ugh.... What's wrong? Mused a sultry voice behind him, he then found himself being subjugated to talking to his underboss. She wrapped her arms around his neck pressing her rather impressive bust against her neck, she was in her true form of course, she had the freedom to do so here, and to be frank, she found her true form so much more 'comfortable'. Now one would think Why would he possibly be annoyed or even disgusted by someone with knockers like hers? Well for one, she was a fairly psychotic girl, putting it mildly, secondly, she was the sole cause of most of the soldiers and caporegime bailing out on him, he of course put them in their place and mercifully made sure they wouldn't talk either, instead of just killing them. She had violated each soldier and caporegime, minus a particular one, but we'll get to him in a moment... She not only was a pretty face but she was a very insidious woman, who always seemed to have a habit of just TRYING to make him mad. ....None of your business, He responded, honestly trying to avoid conflict. My dear don, all this pent up anger and aggression towards me isn't healthy... or perhaps you want to tell me something? She said looking down at him with a smile that would more than likely tell a man that she was in the mood for some 'bedrocking'. Actually yes, if you don't let go of my person right now, I'm tearing your arms off. She sneered quickly moving away from the Don, only to chuckle. You wound me, Bounty, you wound me so much She said with a smirk. So what IS bothering you then if you really are going to be so difficult? Bounty let out a yawn, before finally responding, Nothing, I just have a nasty headache. Your posts don't need to be as long as this, just a fraction of this....but just don't be lazy.