Dead as a doornail, pity, he really was quite nice.

[bookcrazI]

HIIII
!
For those who don't know me, I'm Bookcraz, you can call me bookie or whatever you want really...
AHEM!

You are back in the 1920's, when gangstas were cool and thier pants actually fit. Close to the mississippi but still in the city, gangs had thier own club, of sorts. A place to cover the illegal stuff and keep a steady flow of money coming. Smuggling in liquor and other suspicious thing was what the gangsters did, you sold it to the highest bidder then went back to the club and danced the night away or got happily drunk. But things aren't always happy, you fight for the products with other gangs, you fight and sabotage and kill for your boss. Your gang is your family and the club's your home, your main priority is to keep it going and work for your boss.
You are a gangster.
You are either in the Three of spades gang, aka the spades, or the Rose of hearts gang, aka as the hearts.
You are:

Name:
Age: (this is strictly 17 and up, you didn't see any kid gangsters, or if you did they were rare)
Gender:
Looks:
(picture is optional, remember 1920's)
position in the gange: ( second in command, boss, worker)
Gang: (Spades or Hearts)
Other:

*** Notes***
Keep it even.
No 'feel my pain, poor me' charries. You can be an orphan but don't make a big deal out of it, your a gangster for crying out loud!
I am the boss lady for the Hearts.
HAVE FUNN!@!!

[bookcrazI]

so this really sucks as much as I thought?

[bookcrazI]

oh... okay...thanks for letting me try this out friends....sigh

[bookcrazI]

I'll just retire this thread early.

[Charlie]

Name: Anthony "Tony" Casella
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Looks: He is tall around 6'6, muscular but skinny, and has a narrow face with a defined jaw, and cheek bones. He is menacing, but not scary. He is from New Jersey, and resided in Brooklyn, and now lives in Mississpi. He has brown hair, and blue eyes.
(picture is optional, remember 1920's) [he's the guy in the image or close to what the guy looks like]
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position in the gange: He doesn't have one. He works for both, seeing as he is a Hit man. But both gangs want him as a permanent member.
Gang: Who ever is hiring him
Other: he's a hit man, and very good at what he does. When he murders a guy, it can't be traced to him.

[bookcrazI]

Oh.. YAAAAAAAY!!!

[Charlie]

we could make this a one on one deal... i play the spades and anthony and you can play the hearts and what not if no one else joins.

[bookcrazI]

Okay.. That sounds good and we'll bring the spade's boss in when we need him... Good. You wanna start or shall I?

[Charlie]

you can start

[bookcrazI]

Oh...yay gimme a bit.. I gtg but I'll be back soon

[bookcrazI]

Name:Sienna
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Looks: Long blond hair, usually worn up, small (5") curvy, green eyes
position in the gang: boss
Gang:Hearts
Other:

Here we go.

Sienna: I rubbed my forehead trying to calculate the money needed for the damages, the spades hit us hard this last time, something I really hoped they wouldn't repeat.
Or we'd have to hit back, and with all the power we'v been saving up they really wouldn't want that. I wouldn't want that, the death toll is way too high, any higher and we'll have to hire a funeral home.
I tapped the pen against my chin and sighed, I stilled had to pay off the boys for the raid last night and the band for thier work. Money, money, money, all that people think about these days.
I picked up the phone and sighed,
"Bring me nearest thug or what not, I have a job needed to be gont. Quick as ossible please." I sang into the phone. I hung up and rested my head against the table. Being the boss is harder than it looked when papa ran it. too late to complain now.

[Gifty]

Name: Miara
Age: 20
Gender: female
Looks: long blond hair that is always pulled into a pony tale. Always wears boys cloths.

position in the gange: second in comand
Gang: hearts
Other: has a british accent, moved here from England before having job trouble and joining the gang.

[bookcrazI]

Good, I don't think they had foriege exchang students in the 1920's

[Gifty]

ok i changed it

[bookcrazI]

Better, thanks you can reply to the ^^^^ post^^^^

[Charlie]

Tony was sitting in the parlor of his large hous. The only reason he had such a large house was because of his line of business, people would pay through the roof to have someone dead and he benefitted. He smiled as his maid floated pastthe door way into the kitchen. Any one who was anyone knew he left jersey to get away from his wife. His wife followed him to Brooklyn. Now in mississippi( where ever they are) he was away from his wife and could love his made improve except when he had to do business.

Luke Terentino the leader of the spades was in a smoke filled room playing a game of Texas Hold 'Em. His brown locks were nicely combed and his crystal blue eyes gave him a deathly poker face. His large hands companies his broad muscular shoulders as they peeked at the two cards he was dealt. Under the table he was playing footsie with the dealer a cute girl named Celeste. She was a flapper who happened to be his wife. He smirked his defined chin moving in the slightest, as she winked at him. Standing Luke was at least 6'6 much taller than any man in the day. He raised the pot 4000.

[Gifty]

Miara: I paced around outside Sienna's "office". Thats what we called it. Looking around I knew that we were in trouble, the Spades, the yellow scoundrels, had completely shredded us, well maybe not completely but mostly. We were in deep trouble and I knew it. I fingered the knife in my pocket, the scar that came from it on my left arm. My face hardened, no, I was not going to think of that. I showed some younger gang members to go clean up a bit more waiting for Sienna.

[Charlie]

(I'm going to guess here and say they didn't cut themselves in the twenties for the reasons we would now, but I could be wrong. Yet I am Dailey certain they didn't cut themselves in the twenties)

[Gifty]

( yea they didn't)

[Charlie]

Book! You gotta reply

[Charlie]

BOOK!!!

[bookcrazI]

ops! sorry I'm super busy but Here I am am now! SOOOO SORRY!

Sienna: I ran a hand through my hair again and jotted down another few expenses. This was going to be interesting. I picked up my phone and sighed, "I believe I said I needed some recuitments in here pronto! When I need something I need it! So if you'll be so kind, get me my thugs!" I said sternly into the phone.
So goes my cover or being normal, stress had curled its dark fingers around my head and chest making everything seem too slow or not right.
I shook my head once again and straightened.

[Charlie]

The phone rang, shortly after the maid walked in the parlor, "Mr. Casella, you're needed at The Hearts." She smiled with her sweet southern twang. Her black hair was smoothed down, and her white maid's hat crowned her head.
"Thank you." He said, standing up, he straightened his navy blue pinstripe suit and dawned his trade mark white fedora with it's black band. "Keep the house in line will ya?" He said, before leaving.
He hopped in his black car, and spead to The Hearts hideout. When he got their he knocked on the door and waited for an answer.

[bookcrazI]

Sienna: I went to my window and looked down to the street seeing a man, who probably was my thug here for work. I called down to the maid to open the door for him, seeing as the club was only known to open at night, and send him up. I fixed my hair and dress making myself presentable for the occasion and got my papers ready.

[Charlie]

He was escorted to an office, where there was a pretty woman. "I've been told my services are needed." He said, his Jersey accent thick as ever. One thing he didn't like being called was a thug. He was much more refined then those, and he was more clean, when killing. He got the job done quick, and without a trace of him. He was unable to be found. He tipped his fedora in meeting her, seeing as it was the proper thing to do.

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