[align=center][div style="width: 350px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 7pt; letter-spacing: 1.2px; word-spacing: 0px; line-height: 12px; color: #000"] ❝ So all I do is hide them in their tents and then you'll give me some medicine? ❞ The teenage boy questioned meekly, hugging himself with unease as he was stared down by the group of criminals. Peter bobbed his head to the side in contemplation before gently handing two explosives over.
❝ Just do exactly what I told you to do. And, don't mess about with them else you'll set them off. ❞
❝ But you told me they weren't real. ❞ The boy squeaked, hands trembling as he held two grenades, one in each hand.
Peter shrugged, ❝ Yeah... Just keep telling yourself that and you will be fine. ❞ He didn't care if the kid blew his fingers off by messily handling these explosives. Peter did know, however, that they needed to make a statement in order for his cousins to come running down the mountain. They couldn't get up there with the Kelley and the Weatherford boys patrolling the mountains like guards; they'd be shot instantly. And so, if they couldn't get up the mountain, they'd lead the Stirling-Moray family down the mountain.
❝ Scuttle off now. ❞ William bared his teeth in a wide smile, sharp icy blues staring the boy down before the boy nodded and began to walk away hurriedly, body trembling. William snorted a breath of laughter before turning and trudging closer to the rest of the group, hands shoved into his pockets. ❝ And now, we wait. ❞
Julia raised an eyebrow at him before turning and walking away.
This plan had been one in motion for a long time now. A ploy to distract the Stirling-Moray family from what they were really concerned about. From what the Stirlings had heard, the Stirling-Moray boys were in trouble after the events which had lead to the downfall of the Bonifacio family.
Now they had the Sasson family, the Steine brothers and the Attersons breathing down their neck. In Julia's personal opinion, the boys had been stupid, but could she be surprised? They were still children thrust into warfare. Plus, men did not have the strategic intelligence to conduct a war between two families - they thought with their rage and vengeance, not brains and ability to see the bigger picture.
That was why Julia knew exactly how to lure them down the mountains.
They needed the brothers here. She needed to speak to them. She needed access up that mountain. After all, the Stirling-Morays were leading themselves into a death trap. They'd be outnumbered by far, and the opposing families were ready to play dirty.
And so, that was why the Stirlings lead the Stirling-Morays off track. It was simple to plant explosives around the bottom of the mountain, alarming the... Flintlock Lodge probably. All the signs and warnings which would have the Stirling-Morays on guard had been prepared delightfully by their own allies.
Julia needed them to be sucked into the illusion; their lives were in jeopardy. Dominik was bound to be the leader by now, a man who was always so stubborn and believed only in what he thought was good. If Julia were to ever try to reason with him, he'd only push her opinions aside.
She needed them afraid. Prepared for a war. And, only then could she plan with them the real execution of the plan to take down the three crime families and continue their reign. Nobody should play games with a family who played better.
The initial confrontation went exactly how Julia had expected. It was messy.
❝ Oh, it's Shitlord... ❞ Alfonso hissed as he frowned over at Frederick. Both stood, aiming their weapons in each other's faces defensively. And then, a dark utterance as he threatened, ❝ You really wanna get a little closer to God? ❞
Frank stood on guard, feeling outnumbered with William and Isabella confronting him. He released a slow and shaky breath as he glared between the two of them, pointing his pistol at them. ❝ What the fuck? ❞
❝ I know right; I'm still hot. ❞ William countered cockily, nudging his sister with his shoulder as he smugly held his own weapon at Frank.
❝ You fucking dickheads. ❞ Growled Tommy as his nostrils flared, eyes staring pointedly at Evelyn. ❝ You've not kicked the bucket yet? Never thought I'd see you again. ❞ Thomas uttered with a scowl - perhaps the gun in the face wasn't helping situations, but he was never the biggest fan of his cousins. Nor his family in general, as a matter of fact.
❝ C'mon then, shoot me you ass - do I look like a man who dies? ❞ Alfie snarled as he got up in Fred's face, William instantly bolting over to try deflect any potential attack from Alfie towards his little brother. Frank's eyes widened and, without thinking, tried to shove Bella away as he lashed forwards to pull William back by the collar of his shirt. There was no way in hell he'd let William hurt Alfie.
Peter's face twitched, and Ed sucked in a deep breath before growling under his breath. ❝ I don't trust you with that gun, Peter. I don't think you trust yourself, either. ❞
❝ You don't want to know what I'm thinking right now. ❞ Peter muttered back lowly, eyes darting momentarily towards the brief scuffle happening nearby before looking back towards Edmund, finger twitching against the trigger. Suddenly, he pushed the barrel of the gun against Ed's forehead, but not long before Ed swiftly smacked the gun aside and lashed out, grabbing Peter roughly by the shirt.
❝ The fuck's wrong with you?! ❞ Edmund barked, Peter wrestling back roughly with his grasp tightly holding onto Ed's shoulders.
❝ Enough! ❞
Everybody stilled, William giving Frank one last sharp shove away before everyone turned to look over at Julia who strolled up to the group, shaking her head slowly.
❝ You all look like clowns, scuffling about as if that makes any damn difference. Calm down and listen to me; ❞ She turned her gaze to look at the Stirling-Moray boys sternly. ❝ We all need to talk about your plans to take down the three family groups. They're luring you into a death trap. ❞
// the last part is the only part open to replies !! feel free to track, react or to have your character walk in on all of the drama going down; but first please wait for van, bryne and elysian to reply before posting !
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❝ Just do exactly what I told you to do. And, don't mess about with them else you'll set them off. ❞
❝ But you told me they weren't real. ❞ The boy squeaked, hands trembling as he held two grenades, one in each hand.
Peter shrugged, ❝ Yeah... Just keep telling yourself that and you will be fine. ❞ He didn't care if the kid blew his fingers off by messily handling these explosives. Peter did know, however, that they needed to make a statement in order for his cousins to come running down the mountain. They couldn't get up there with the Kelley and the Weatherford boys patrolling the mountains like guards; they'd be shot instantly. And so, if they couldn't get up the mountain, they'd lead the Stirling-Moray family down the mountain.
❝ Scuttle off now. ❞ William bared his teeth in a wide smile, sharp icy blues staring the boy down before the boy nodded and began to walk away hurriedly, body trembling. William snorted a breath of laughter before turning and trudging closer to the rest of the group, hands shoved into his pockets. ❝ And now, we wait. ❞
Julia raised an eyebrow at him before turning and walking away.
This plan had been one in motion for a long time now. A ploy to distract the Stirling-Moray family from what they were really concerned about. From what the Stirlings had heard, the Stirling-Moray boys were in trouble after the events which had lead to the downfall of the Bonifacio family.
Now they had the Sasson family, the Steine brothers and the Attersons breathing down their neck. In Julia's personal opinion, the boys had been stupid, but could she be surprised? They were still children thrust into warfare. Plus, men did not have the strategic intelligence to conduct a war between two families - they thought with their rage and vengeance, not brains and ability to see the bigger picture.
That was why Julia knew exactly how to lure them down the mountains.
They needed the brothers here. She needed to speak to them. She needed access up that mountain. After all, the Stirling-Morays were leading themselves into a death trap. They'd be outnumbered by far, and the opposing families were ready to play dirty.
And so, that was why the Stirlings lead the Stirling-Morays off track. It was simple to plant explosives around the bottom of the mountain, alarming the... Flintlock Lodge probably. All the signs and warnings which would have the Stirling-Morays on guard had been prepared delightfully by their own allies.
Julia needed them to be sucked into the illusion; their lives were in jeopardy. Dominik was bound to be the leader by now, a man who was always so stubborn and believed only in what he thought was good. If Julia were to ever try to reason with him, he'd only push her opinions aside.
She needed them afraid. Prepared for a war. And, only then could she plan with them the real execution of the plan to take down the three crime families and continue their reign. Nobody should play games with a family who played better.
The initial confrontation went exactly how Julia had expected. It was messy.
❝ Oh, it's Shitlord... ❞ Alfonso hissed as he frowned over at Frederick. Both stood, aiming their weapons in each other's faces defensively. And then, a dark utterance as he threatened, ❝ You really wanna get a little closer to God? ❞
Frank stood on guard, feeling outnumbered with William and Isabella confronting him. He released a slow and shaky breath as he glared between the two of them, pointing his pistol at them. ❝ What the fuck? ❞
❝ I know right; I'm still hot. ❞ William countered cockily, nudging his sister with his shoulder as he smugly held his own weapon at Frank.
❝ You fucking dickheads. ❞ Growled Tommy as his nostrils flared, eyes staring pointedly at Evelyn. ❝ You've not kicked the bucket yet? Never thought I'd see you again. ❞ Thomas uttered with a scowl - perhaps the gun in the face wasn't helping situations, but he was never the biggest fan of his cousins. Nor his family in general, as a matter of fact.
❝ C'mon then, shoot me you ass - do I look like a man who dies? ❞ Alfie snarled as he got up in Fred's face, William instantly bolting over to try deflect any potential attack from Alfie towards his little brother. Frank's eyes widened and, without thinking, tried to shove Bella away as he lashed forwards to pull William back by the collar of his shirt. There was no way in hell he'd let William hurt Alfie.
Peter's face twitched, and Ed sucked in a deep breath before growling under his breath. ❝ I don't trust you with that gun, Peter. I don't think you trust yourself, either. ❞
❝ You don't want to know what I'm thinking right now. ❞ Peter muttered back lowly, eyes darting momentarily towards the brief scuffle happening nearby before looking back towards Edmund, finger twitching against the trigger. Suddenly, he pushed the barrel of the gun against Ed's forehead, but not long before Ed swiftly smacked the gun aside and lashed out, grabbing Peter roughly by the shirt.
❝ The fuck's wrong with you?! ❞ Edmund barked, Peter wrestling back roughly with his grasp tightly holding onto Ed's shoulders.
❝ Enough! ❞
Everybody stilled, William giving Frank one last sharp shove away before everyone turned to look over at Julia who strolled up to the group, shaking her head slowly.
❝ You all look like clowns, scuffling about as if that makes any damn difference. Calm down and listen to me; ❞ She turned her gaze to look at the Stirling-Moray boys sternly. ❝ We all need to talk about your plans to take down the three family groups. They're luring you into a death trap. ❞
// the last part is the only part open to replies !! feel free to track, react or to have your character walk in on all of the drama going down; but first please wait for van, bryne and elysian to reply before posting !
[div style="width: 350px; text-align: center; font-family: verdana; font-size: 6pt; letter-spacing: 1px; word-spacing: 0px; line-height: 12px; color: #000"]|| WILLIAM STIRLING || JULIA STIRLING || PETER STIRLING ||
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TAKE A HUMAN HEART , ADD SOME VANITY , AUTHENTICITY
[sup]AND PUT THEM ALL TOGETHER . DO WHATEVER TO YOUR BROKEN MACHINE .[/sup]