0013 Body Count [Comment log - Voice Post]
[ It was a nice day, Ladd liked that day and the food, and he rather liked the spaghetti seasoned with tomato sauce and full with meatballs. Yeheheeyheeh. Not a single spot ruined his immaculate white suit. The red stains Ladd wanted to show to his uncle and his darling Lua weren’t of his food.
He finished his meal quickly, rolling up his sleeve. Time was up. His friends must be in their positions. They were all wise guys, all like he was. He had promised them their fun before they went straight to business.
The Gandors were here, thinking themselves above danger, eh? Nobody could harm the big Mafioso lords, eh? He toasted to that. ]
Something dangerous's gonna happen… Something dangerous's gonna happen!
[ He repeated giddy under his breath. Fuck the drawing straws and the waiting! ]
Hey, Hey Heeeeeey~~!!
[ Ladd rose from his chair, withdrawing a shotgun from his coat and signaling to his boys to do the same. He shot forward, not aiming to anybody in particular. Just that it was wasteful to fire at the roof as warning. The screams and hysteria shortly followed by most of the crowd.
His grin grew and he shot again.]
Yo! Everybody quiet! Drop yer weapons and down the floor! Now I got yer attention. This voyage’s goin’ to continue with us in charge. Ain’t so, boys?
[ He leaped on the bar, so he could stare down the passengers and began a headcount with his armed hand. In the middle of it, he turned to his buddies. ]
Oi, how many should be alive fer the rescue?
((OOC: LIZ TOLD ME TO POST IT AT THIS HOUR. PRETEND THIS HAPPENED DURING LUNCH, OK? Plot details here if somebody wants to join. Mafioso slang if someone cares. Everyone feel free to mingle within what will happen, all Russo men would wear white, all Luck’s are wearing black, third parties are also welcome to contain or feed into the chaos. Backdatting is lurv too)).
He finished his meal quickly, rolling up his sleeve. Time was up. His friends must be in their positions. They were all wise guys, all like he was. He had promised them their fun before they went straight to business.
The Gandors were here, thinking themselves above danger, eh? Nobody could harm the big Mafioso lords, eh? He toasted to that. ]
Something dangerous's gonna happen… Something dangerous's gonna happen!
[ He repeated giddy under his breath. Fuck the drawing straws and the waiting! ]
Hey, Hey Heeeeeey~~!!
[ Ladd rose from his chair, withdrawing a shotgun from his coat and signaling to his boys to do the same. He shot forward, not aiming to anybody in particular. Just that it was wasteful to fire at the roof as warning. The screams and hysteria shortly followed by most of the crowd.
His grin grew and he shot again.]
Yo! Everybody quiet! Drop yer weapons and down the floor! Now I got yer attention. This voyage’s goin’ to continue with us in charge. Ain’t so, boys?
[ He leaped on the bar, so he could stare down the passengers and began a headcount with his armed hand. In the middle of it, he turned to his buddies. ]
Oi, how many should be alive fer the rescue?
((OOC: LIZ TOLD ME TO POST IT AT THIS HOUR. PRETEND THIS HAPPENED DURING LUNCH, OK? Plot details here if somebody wants to join. Mafioso slang if someone cares. Everyone feel free to mingle within what will happen, all Russo men would wear white, all Luck’s are wearing black, third parties are also welcome to contain or feed into the chaos. Backdatting is lurv too)).