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Post by maxvale76 on Jul 14, 2011 14:09:09 GMT -6
Gaitano's Club; 2:02 am; Saturday, September 17, 1927; Lakefront City, Wisconsin
The black, four door sedan pulled into a nearby alley and parked and the four members of the O'Connor gang got out of the vehicle and made their way towards the Tolino Speakeasy known as "Gaitano's Club".
Jack "Wheels" McGuire was the biggest of the four; and underneath his overcoat he carried an axe handle which had had the blade removed. He also had a big .45 Smith & Wesson revolver in a shoulder holster...
Johnny "Rocky" Rocco; the only non-Irishman in the quartet and far and away the smallest; walked with a smug cockiness that almost invited ridicule until one saw the dangerous gleam in the little man's eyes. His hands were in his pockets; one of them clenched a switchblade; the other a small, Colt .25 automatic...
Sean McCorkle; a fairly muscular man if not quite as large as "Wheels"; was holding a sawed-off double barrel shotgun under his coat with his left hand; while his right had a set of brass knuckles around the fingers...
Brian McMurphy brought up the rear; a slight fellow; though nowhere near as small as "Rocky". Brian's head was on an alert swivel, keeping an eye out for any unexpected danger. He had a .45 automatic with the safety engaged in the waistband of his pants and a section of pipe in his right hand, hidden under his coat...
The four men; all relatively new members of the O'Connor gang; had earlier been given orders to go "bust up" the Tolino speakeasy known as "Gaitano's Club". The word was out that a Tolino still had been crashed by the Feds and Patrick "Paddy" O'Connor wasn't wasting anytime at hitting his hated rival while he was weakened. O'Connor's right hand man; "Fingers" O'Malley had brought in the foursome of newcomers and given them the mission. They were to force themselves into the Speakeasy; scare everybody out; rough up any Tolino members they found there; and smash up the booze. They weren't supposed to break out the heaters unless the other side threw-down first.
As they got to the door; "Wheels" and McCorkle stood to either side and when they knocked and the small shutter opened up in the center of the door and a voice asked for the password; the two men nodded to each other and kicked down the door....
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Post by kipper on Aug 1, 2011 11:43:47 GMT -6
Brian transfers his lead pipe to his left hand, wipes the sweat off his right palm on his pants, then grabs the pipe again.
As the door is kicked down, he quickly scans the room for any Tolino's, especially those who may be armed. He will rapidly approach the closest which seems to be reaching for a weapon, hefting his own. "Let's not make this any more difficult than we need to, this is just business." He says, his voice somewhat weakened by uncertainty.
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Post by coffee on Aug 1, 2011 22:24:37 GMT -6
"Aye, just business," McCorkle says with a sneer, "and sure and business is bad for you lads tonight."
And with that he grabs the nearest bottle (probably off the bar) and smashes it onto the bar top.
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Post by maxvale76 on Aug 8, 2011 14:52:23 GMT -6
Gaitano's Club; 2:03 am; Saturday, September 17, 1927; Lakefront City, Wisconsin
The four members of the O'Connor gang burst into the bustling Speakeasy and in an astonshingly short time; the dance floor cleared; a couple of ladies giving yelps and quick screams. Two large burly bouncers; one on either side of the kicked-in doors; moved in close to the gangmembers. The O'Connors recognized them as Franco "Fat Franky" Faralino and Mike DeMarco.
Fat Franky moved in close to Rocky and "Wheels"; a scowl on his face and fists pulled back. Mike moved in towards Brian; his hand darting into a pocket and coming out with a straight razor; which he flicked open with an ugly grin....
At the bar; the bartender made a move to grab something from a shelf behind the counters; his motion drawing the attention of Sean McCorkle....
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Post by coffee on Aug 9, 2011 0:43:27 GMT -6
McCorkle lunges across the bar with the broken bottle, slashing at the bartender's hand as he reaches.
"Who's the naughty boy, now?" he says. "Caught you red-handed, didn't I?"
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Post by kipper on Aug 9, 2011 9:24:36 GMT -6
Brian brings his readied pipe around up a desperate swing, attempting to smash the razor out of Mike's grip (or better yet break his hand or wrist ;D).
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Post by maxvale76 on Aug 15, 2011 16:06:39 GMT -6
Gaitano's Club; 2:04 am; Saturday, September 17, 1927; Lakefront City, Wisconsin
The bartender had just started to pull a sawn-off double-barrelled shotgun out from underneath the bar when McCorkle slashes his hand with the broken bottle. The bartender drops the weapon with a cry of pain and the shotgun falls to the ground; clattering against a keg of beer along the way. The bartender; backs up and does his best to get away from the large, angry O'Connor member...
Brian swings his pipe at DeMarco's hand holding the straight razor; but the Tolino soldier dodges out of the way and then lunges in and slices the back of McMurphy's shoulder with his weapon. McMurphy hissed in pain and took a step back to find his opponent with a nasty grin on his face and blood dripping down his blade*....
"Wheels" McGuire semmed to be a bit too intrigued with the fights going on all around him and it was only at the last moment that he noticed "Fat Franky" Farralino moving towards him. Belatedly pulling the axe handle up and around for a swing; he takes a full-blown punch to the face by the brass-knuckled fist of his opponent. McGuire's head snaps around and a tooth goes flying out of his mouth, along with some bloody spittle. The O'Connor member staggers back for a second; stares stupidly for a second at those around him and collapses in a heap on the floor...
Little Johnny Rocco; doing his best to avoid the press of many men much bigger than him; suddenly found himself dodging out of the way of the falling "lumber" that was his fellow gang member. Looking up; he saw that the sizable gut of Farralino was just a few feet away from him...
*McMurphy took 4 HPs of damage
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Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2011 18:18:57 GMT -6
Rocky calmly steps over his now downed ally and whispers to the fatty in front of him
"Youse done did it now. There's blood on my cuff." And with that, he pulls the switchblade and plunges it deep within the folds of the larger man in one fluid motion, a mona lisa grin on his face.
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Post by kipper on Aug 16, 2011 8:59:30 GMT -6
Brian grimaces as he has second thoughts about the whole thing. But he realises he's in it thick now, and there's nothing for it but to finish the job. He steps forward again and makes another swing with his pipe, this time aiming for Mike's head!
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Post by coffee on Aug 16, 2011 13:52:24 GMT -6
McCorkle sweeps the broken glass from the bottle off the bar with one smooth motion, then hops up to sit on the bar. He swings his legs to the other side and stands there, facing the bartender.
"Off with ye, there's a good lad," he says, making "shoo" motions with both hands.
(He makes sure to put one foot on the shotgun, so the crumb doesn't get any ideas.)
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Post by maxvale76 on Aug 22, 2011 20:43:43 GMT -6
Gaitano's Club; 2:05 am; Saturday, September 17, 1927; Lakefront City, Wisconsin
The Speakeasy was virtually empty of anyone besides the combatants at this point; though they were all too busy to notice that fact....
McCorkle's quick slicing with the broken bottle and threats cause the bartender to bolt for the rear door. With a smirk of triumph, Sean hops down off the bar and stoops down and picks up the sawn-off double barreled shotgun. Rising to his feet again, he looks over to see how his compatriots are faring...
Little Johnny Rocco; with a nasty grin on his face; quickly jabs his switchblade into the sizable gut of 'Fat Franky' Faralino. The big Tolino man curses in pain, and moves quickly for a man of his bulk, yelling out; "You little runt-bastard!" as he kicks 'Rocky' in the gut with his heavy foot*. Rocky's grin vanishes as he's shoved back a few feet from the force of the large man's kick and he looks like a fish out of water for a moment as he desperately tries to draw a breath. With a shuddering wheeze, he manages to get breath back into his lungs and looks up to see a furious Faralino, one hand over the cut on the side of his stomach, moving as quickly as he can with his brass-knuckled bedecked fist pulled back and ready to strike...
Brian McMurphy swings his section of pipe with strength born out of desperation at Mike DeMarco's head. DeMarco manages to duck and get his shoulder in front of his face; but still takes the powerful blow and the smacking sound of the impact can be heard throughout the Speakeasy. DeMarco howls in pain and is certainly moving slower and favoring one side as he circles Brian with a wary look in his eye and his straight razor held at the ready...
*Rocky takes 5 non-lethal points of damage
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Post by kipper on Aug 23, 2011 12:40:44 GMT -6
Encouraged by his success, Brian takes another swing at Mike before the Tolino recovers from the first blow.
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Post by coffee on Aug 23, 2011 12:56:44 GMT -6
McCorkle raises the shotgun to the ceiling and lets off one barrel.
"Now that I have your attention," he says, swinging it down to cover the Tolinos with the other barrel, "let's all be takin' it real easy, now."
And he smiles.
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Post by maxvale76 on Aug 31, 2011 16:43:19 GMT -6
Gaitano's Club; 2:07 am; Saturday, September 17, 1927; Lakefront City, Wisconsin
Brian McMurphy takes another swing with his section of pipe at DeMarco; but DeMarco manages to leap back out of the way. However, he has no chance to follow up as his dodge has taken him out of immediate reach of the O'Connor gang member...
Little "Rocky" Rocco has time to just barely get to his feet before "Fat Franky" rushes over and swings a big meaty paw at him. "Rocky" manages to nimbly duck and weave out fo the way of the strike and shoots out a quick stab with his little switchblade that catches the Tolino man in the thigh; causing him to hiss in pain...
McCorkle cuts loose with one of the sawn-off shotgun's barrel's and the deafening sound caused everyone in the room to flinch and pause from what they were doing.
"Now that I have your attention," he says, swinging it down to cover the Tolinos with the other barrel, "let's all be takin' it real easy, now", he says with a nasty smile.
DeMarco and Farralino, both with scowls, limp thier way over to one side of the speakeasy; while the other O'Connors give each other grins and then head back behind the bar to start smashing up the place. McCorkle keeps them covered with the shotgun and DeMarco; cluthing his wounded shoulder; spits out; "Youse bastards know you're raw-meat now, right? Ain't no way Al Tolino is gonna stand for this....youse all are dog-meat...."
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Post by kipper on Sept 1, 2011 9:40:34 GMT -6
Brian sets to work with his pipe, this time on the speakeasy. At first tentatively, then with gusto.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2011 15:05:03 GMT -6
Rocky smiles at Sean behind the bar and suddenly his eyes light up with malice. "I likes ta smash up as much as the next guy, but seeing as these here lugs caused me some pain, I think THEY should be doin the hard work"
He pulls his knife on the fatty and motions toward the now empty room. "get to smashing!"
He then asks Sean to toss him a drink.
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Post by coffee on Sept 6, 2011 20:16:12 GMT -6
McCorkle grins appreciatively at Rocky's idea. He gestures encouragingly with the sawed-off at the nearest Tolino mobster, then pulls out a lovely bottle of whisky he spotted earlier, passing it to Rocky.
With his left hand, that is; he still has the right wrapped around the sawed-off, with his finger on the trigger of the unfired barrel...
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Post by kipper on Sept 7, 2011 12:08:40 GMT -6
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Post by maxvale76 on Sept 15, 2011 20:10:52 GMT -6
Gaitano's Club; 2:23 am; Saturday, September 17, 1927; Lakefront City, Wisconsin
The O'Connor's have themselves a good time for about 15 minutes; smashing up the place; forcing the two Tolino torpedoes to do some of the dirty work themselves; knocking back some booz themselves and then hurling the glasses or mugs into the corners of the bar; etc.
After about ten minutes of this; "Wheels" comes to and slowly gets to his feet; amidst the good-natured razzing of his fellows. A few minutes after that though; the sound of voices can be heard coming from just outside the rear door of the speakeasy. Sean immediately recognizes the weasley voice of the bartender who fled from him earlier...
"Yeah; they're definitely O'Connors allright...maybe 5 or 6 of 'em; they gots knives and bats and what-not...oh, and one of them stole my shotgun!" "Yeah, yeah...outta da' way runt; things are about to get interestin' wit dis type-writer and Louie's riot gun 'dere." "Try not to smash up the place too much!" "Too late for dat!"
The O'Connors can tell that there's at least two men out back with the bartender; and they immediately remember that one Louis "Louie-the-lug" Luca is a noted trigger-man frequently employed by the Tolino mob who loves to use pump-action shotguns in his hits; and that 'typewriter' is what some gangsters call Thompson Submachine guns....
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Post by coffee on Sept 15, 2011 22:23:39 GMT -6
Sean McCorkle hustles toward the back door, covering it with the last barrel of the shotgun.
"Sure and you'll be startin' for the car," he calls over his shoulder. "But you'll be coverin' me while you do it."
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Post by kipper on Sept 16, 2011 8:41:12 GMT -6
Brian pulls out his .45 from his waistband, and releases the safety.
"Yeah, we're not here to get into a gunfight, especially when we're outgunned! Let's get moving!" He runs for the front door, and takes a quick look outside to see if the Tolino's are coming at us from both sides.
If he sees any Tolinos, he'll threaten them to drop their weapons or he'll shoot (which he will). Otherwise, he'll turn around and aim at the back door. "OK, you're covered, now come on!" he'll call to Sean.
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Post by coffee on Sept 16, 2011 10:51:48 GMT -6
Sean covers the Tolinos until he gets to the front door. As long as nobody's bothering him, he'll smile and give them a brief wave before exiting.
Question: Is there a substantial stock of glassware or bottles or something nearby? Seems a shame to waste this entire other barrel...
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Post by Deleted on Sept 26, 2011 18:55:58 GMT -6
Rocky reluctantly turns to go, tossing the remaining booze at the wall. He then takes one look at the unstable Wheels and takes the car keys from him. "You're in no state to drive, see. Just hand em over." With that Rocky will leave the building. "Alright youse guys, lets get to the wheels."
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Post by maxvale76 on Oct 3, 2011 16:18:24 GMT -6
Gaitano's Club; 2:25 am; Saturday, September 17, 1927; Lakefront City, Wisconsin
Sean cuts loose a blast from the unfired barrel of his shotgun into a pile of whiskey bottles that had spilled out of a crate the O'Connors had tossed to the side while busting up the speakeasy. Alchohol and glass exploded everywhere...
Rocky manuvers the still dazed 'Wheels' McGuire towards the front door; deftly slipping the car keys into his hand as the O'Connors beat a hasty retreat from the club as the two heavily-armed Tolino hitmen burst through the back-door....
Brian's .45 spits hot lead at the triggermen; causing them to duck down for a moment; and McMurphy yells out; "Let's go lads! Time to beat feet!" He follows his own advice; ducking out of the club right after McCorkle just as the interior o the speakeasy echoes with the thunderous sounds of a pump-action shotgun and a Tommy-Gun on full-auot cutting loose....
The four O'Connors; laughing half in a combination of adrenaline-fueled fear and excitement cause smoke to screech off the tires of the car as little Rocky; his vision barely over the steering wheel; manages to get the car hurtling down the alley and with a tight turn onto the all-but-deserted streets; begins the journey back to O'Connor held turf...
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Post by kipper on Oct 3, 2011 22:20:26 GMT -6
Brain spends the next few days using the success of the raid as in inroad to schmooze with more members of the O'Connor gang. In the process, he picks up a couple more skills.
Auto Theft: 77
Lockpicking: 81
(Stealth increases to: 52)
XP left to spend: 0XP
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Post by Deleted on Oct 18, 2011 20:09:26 GMT -6
Rocky was not pleased with the reception and lack of respect he got from the fatty he cut up. Maybe a bigger gun might compensate for Rocky's lack of height. A Tommy gun just feels right.
Also, he heard all the snickering coming from the back seat during the get away, and he will now spend some time practicing some high risk driving tasks in order to impress next time. Maybe spend some time getting a booster seat...or just raising the seat.
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