the Mob

~Nah, MC, he was calling Fruits a fruitcake, but he's not.~

~😛 Be back l8ter.~

*sorry ive been gone so long. girlfriend. yeah, u 2 can join. and pr, please stay in. but if u must leave u must. i would prefer u stayed though.*

~Thanks.~

(Can I join... This RP got a lot of support! 😉)

~Ok, Recap, how can I join in?~

~i want in fruity~

*wow, this is awesome all these people are showing sooo much interest. you can all join, just be sure to post a bio first. you can either join as a mobster, or a cop. but i must warn you, The Mob is NOT for the weak hearted. it is a very bloody, gorey, inhumane RPG. but if that just makes you wanna join more, then be my guest! 🙂 *

~Just waiting for other people tp post in-game.....~

Clara waited patiently. She smoothed out the skirt she was wearing before looking up and watching as one guy walked by.

"Hey, doll face." he says winking to Clara.

Clara kept a calm appearance. "Cya Jerry." she says smiling.

He kept his distance as she walked on ahead. He eyed the way she walked-though he wasn't interested in her at all that way. He was just sizing her up.
Wonder how she'd fare in a fight, he asked himself. Not even a match.

(Who's she? *blinks* )

~Uh....Clara...
😕~

~Oh, sorry. There's like three in this rp I think. . .maybe just two 😮 ~

Clara stood and walked carefully up to one of the officers. "Excuse me." she said smiling sweetly. "Where's the lady's room?"

He saw the woman-a target, named "Clara"-stop and ask a question of one of the officers. Mizotta headed toward the nearest getaway point.

Vash walked up to Mizzota, "Hey, did you order drugs?" asked Vash in a russian accent so only Mizzota could hear. What the russian mob told him, this guy looked the guy he had to sell the drugs too... But he wasn't sure, maybe he got the wrong guy...

Julia finally reached Chicargo and went back to Tony. She walked into the room and gave him the pictures of Xin dead.
"How did I do?" Julia asked, playing with her hair.

Clara nodded. "Thank you, sir." she said before heading towards the girl's bathroom. She unknowingly passed Mizotta as she opened the door.

He stopped, and turned to face the man who'd walked up to him.
Fake Russian accent, said Mizzota to himself. I'll use this to my advantage....
"Yeah, but let's not do this here." He nodded at the crowd of people around them.
The target-Clara-passed him, and he had to conceal his rage.

~Actually, its not 😛~

Vash led Mizzota to a dark alley. "Code?" asked Vash. He and the guy who he was supposed to be selling the drugs, knew a code... A secret code which would identify the both.