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Post by Prince on Jun 7, 2006 2:29:33 GMT -5
In the mood for some Italian?
5 cents/pie
1 cent/slice
Waitress: Cheater
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Post by muder on Jul 25, 2006 14:48:37 GMT -5
Murder laughed in spite of herself, shaking her head. Like dealing with a five year old, sometimes. But she wouldn't have it any other way. Running a hand through her waves and curls to tame it once again, she nodded and stepped inside, quickly choosing a booth for them out of direct eyeshot from someone entering, but would enable them to see the comings and goings of people.
Sure, she was paranoid, but she would rather be paranoid then caught unawares
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Post by Daniel Cardoni on Jul 25, 2006 14:51:20 GMT -5
Ace slid into the booth, careful in his own way as he put her between him and anyone coming in or out. What can he say? Leader. "What kind do you want?" He asked, pulling 5 coins from his pocket, laying them on the table top.
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Post by muder on Jul 25, 2006 14:58:56 GMT -5
Murder shrugged, pointing to either cheese, pepperoni, or a pesto chicken pizza with garlic.
She smirked and raised a hand to her mouth, to signfy beer or wine. She gestured to him to choose from her choices.
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Post by Daniel Cardoni on Jul 25, 2006 15:02:47 GMT -5
He frowned, running over what she had chosen and what he had with him. Finally choosing on the pesto chicken with garlic, and the wine, he ordered their meal and paid for it, having to pull out some more money from his pocket. Looking around, he noticed the place was mostly empty, and sighed. It hadn't been like this before the war- in fact, it had been bursting at the seams. So much for snapping back, eh?
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Post by muder on Jul 25, 2006 15:11:04 GMT -5
Murder watched him carefully, noting that she would slip some of her money into his pocket when he wasn't looking. She didn't need most of it anyways. She hardly went out enough to spend it. Leaning over, she poked him in the forehead gently, trying to get him to stop musing over the war.
It wasn't good for Ace, and she knew he had other things on his mind as well. thinking for a moment, she smirked and made a hand movement to signfy the shuffling of cards. and how is Sneaks?
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Post by Daniel Cardoni on Jul 25, 2006 15:14:09 GMT -5
Ace blinked and sat back when she poked him, raising an eyebrow when she asked about Sneaks. "He's doin all right." He smiled gently, "As far as i can tell...Isn't gamblin as much though, so i was thinking of headin ovah to Hattan and seein if he would like ta have a little game." and to talk about Leone. "Still stealin Race's cards though." He grinned, always amused by that.
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Post by muder on Jul 25, 2006 15:19:02 GMT -5
Muder laughed a bit. Sneaks was a gambler through and through..she would ask to go with Ace, but she didn't want to set foot in 'hattan unless absolutely necessary. She even went to Queens to get her papers. She ran her finger across her throat, signifying Sneaks better watch out or Race was going to kill him.
She paused and tapped Ace on the head, an eyebrow raised quizatively. What is bugging you...its not the war.
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Post by Daniel Cardoni on Jul 25, 2006 15:26:43 GMT -5
He looked at her and bit his lip, shaking his head. "Its nuttin...dont worry about it." He didn't want to bring anyone else into his problem past, even if she sort of would understand. When she had first shown up, it was in richer styled clothing...much like he had.
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Post by muder on Jul 25, 2006 15:29:31 GMT -5
Murder rolled her eyes and flicked Ace hard in the shoulder looking in his eyes. Bullcrap its nothing. She was stubborn and not about to take no for an answer.
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Post by Daniel Cardoni on Jul 25, 2006 15:32:39 GMT -5
He turned his head away, biting his lip. "It...Its nuttin, really...Just..." He fell silent, crossing his arms on the table top, and laying his head on them. "Its my past...all right. Its catchin up ta me."
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Post by muder on Jul 25, 2006 15:36:02 GMT -5
Murder sighed and put a hand on his head, running her fingers through his hair a bit to soothe him. She understood that more than he knew. After a few moments she put her fingers under his chin, lifting his head. Come on..spill..
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Post by Daniel Cardoni on Jul 25, 2006 15:38:55 GMT -5
He was silent for a few moments, as if debating with himself. His eyes had gone from bright blue to dark in a second, filled with pain. "...Do you know of the Cardoni family in Boston?" A lot of people did, and it was easier to explain if they did.
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Post by muder on Jul 25, 2006 15:44:14 GMT -5
Murder bit her lip and nodded. If she remembered correctly, her father's associates in Boston were always discussing how they couldn't oust that family from prominance despite some upheaval in the--she thought back for a moment, remembering her father discussing the disappearance of one of their kids and how it might be the chance for them to move--
She thought, trying to remember the kids name...
Pulling out her pen, she wrote down the name she remembered and handed it to Ace. 'Daniel.'
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Post by Daniel Cardoni on Jul 25, 2006 15:47:42 GMT -5
He looked down at his name and nodded. "Me. Daniel Cardoni...younger son and complete dissapointment." His voice was bitter, and he spread his arms a little. "Rich kid...playin on the streets...tryin ta be what im not."
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