Paradise (Mafia/Rat Pack-Era Vegas RP; IC; OPEN)

[Whittington]

Eva was about to speak but a black Lincoln drifted into their lane causing Cirillo to swerve, avoiding a head on collision. Eva regained her composure and realized her hat had flew out the window. After fixing her hair and spoke to Ethan. "As I was saying... if that is something that can be done...then I'm willing to go that direction . I know this will cause friction with the girls, but hopefully they'll understand. I love the girls...I really do, but in order for me to have that Mercedes, that house upon the hill, I need to lookout for myself."

[Cylarn]

"I know it probably doesn't mean much, but I'm sorry. I was fortunate, that much I understood when we left." Cirillo said, still keeping his eyes on the road ahead. He listened attentively as Eva spoke, waiting a few seconds as she trailed off at the end. "I don't imagine these are problems that can be solved by killing things, but believe it or not I could probably still help." Cirillo said, eliciting a chuckle from Ethan, who had strangely been rather quiet.

James had now entered Vegas and reached into the back seat to grab a lighter. His car started to drift into the other lane and he swerved, narrowly avoiding a collision. He yelled out the window at the other black Lincoln, "Fuck you buddy!" He tossed his cigerette at the car and slammed back into his seat.

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[Terracotta]

James had now entered Vegas and reached into the back seat to grab a lighter. His car started to drift into the other lane and he swerved, narrowly avoiding a collision. He yelled out the window at the other black Lincoln, "Fuck you buddy!" He tossed his cigerette at the car and slammed back into his seat.

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[Cylarn]

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[Terracotta]

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[Lancearc]

Eva was about to speak but a black Lincoln drifted into their lane causing Cirillo to swerve, avoiding a head on collision. Eva regained her composure and realized her hat had flew out the window. After fixing her hair and spoke to Ethan. "As I was saying... if that is something that can be done...then I'm willing to go that direction . I know this will cause friction with the girls, but hopefully they'll understand. I love the girls...I really do, but in order for me to have that Mercedes, that house upon the hill, I need to lookout for myself."

"That's the name of the game, hun." Ethan commented, as Cirillo slowed to a halt outside of their desination, pulling the vehicle gingerly between two others and shifting it into park as they arrived at the boutique. "Seems we've arrived, then." Cirillo announced, glancing towards Eva. "If you need a ride back then I'll be willing to do that as well, I'm sure you're aware." he offered.

[Whittington]

"Well then Ethan, let's continue this conversation later tonight shall we?" Eva said as she exited the car. She then leaned into the window. "Thanks for the ride, you don't have to stick around, I'll be a bit over an hour. So maybe you can come by then and get me?" Eva asked

[Lancearc]

"I'll be back then." Cirillo said as he shifted the Bel Air back into drive, pulling away from the boutique and back out onto the road. As he started towards his own destination, he glanced towards Ethan. "Gonna stick around for a while? Got some business." he stated, Ethan shaking his head.

"Nah, gonna probably head off on business of my own. No worries, I'll walk from wherever, a nice day." Ethan confirmed. Cirillo came to a stop at the side of the road, where from his vantage point an Italian man could be seen sitting on a bus stop bench, checking his watch. Cirillo exited his vehicle, nodding and waving to Ethan as his friend departed.

"Hey there." Cirillo said, taking a seat next to the man--the capo he'd spoken of.

"Alright kid, we've gotta make this quick. Here's your payment for taking care of that fuck Frank." the man said as he slid a wad of cash to Cirillo. He continued without hesitation. "It's a simple job, really. Just head to this diner--Yale Diner, it's called--and tell the waitress 'I lost my keys.' She should know what it means. Follow her out back and they'll have the stuff, you deliver it to our client, and we come out a few grand richer."

Cirillo only nodded as he was told all of this.

"No questions? I like it. Now get outta here." the man said, and Cirillo did as instructed. He returned to his vehicle and made for his destination.

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Yale Diner was a quiet little establishment, with a steady flow of customers and the ever-present noise of music from the jukebox. As she was wiping down the counter and an elderly man was busy sipping his soup, the waitress happened to notice an Italian man enter the diner. He approached her, grinning.

"Hey there. Think I lost my keys here." the man said. She nodded with a friendly grin.

"I'll help you find them."

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It went smoothly enough, as he followed the waitress through an alley that lead behind the diner. Two men were waiting, with a suitcase held by one, a bald man with an imposing stature. Cirillo took the suitcase, making sure the cargo was inside, before handing over a sum of cash and turning to exit the alley. As he did so, one more man stepped in his path. "I don't think so. We'll be taking that right back. You know, smart business. Keep the cash and the money maker." he said coldly, motioning towards the briefcase.

Cirillo shook his head as he heard the two men behind him drawing weapons. "I don't think so, pal." he muttered, reaching swiftly into his jacket and producing a Colt 1911, taking the man by surprise and gunning him down with a single shot to the skull. The two men behind him opened fire, and he took off. With the briefcase in hand, he turned back and fired as he ran back in front of the diner. He stood in the entrance of the alley, firing and hitting another of the men as they rushed to stop him. The other managed to send a bullet into his forearm, causing him to stumble and curse under his breath. "Fuck..." he fumed through clenched teeth, rushing to his car and hopping in, flooring the gas and pulling away from the diner, tires screeching. The wound was bleeding and burning, but it wasn't anything serious, aside from the excruciating pain that shot through his body when he tried to move his arm. Due to this, he drove a bit awkwardly, but remained determined to finish the job as instructed...

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Cirillo had decided to take a back route out of Vegas, to make sure that whoever had crossed the Family back at the diner wasn't still in pursuit. His final destination was their contact at a pre-determined meeting point in the middle of nowhere, a bit away from the city in the Mojave, not too far from the roads but far out enough as to not be able to be spotted or followed without notice. He stepped out of his vehicle, suitcase in tow in his left hand. The man recieving the drugs looked towards him. Without speaking a word, he took the package and ran back towards the road ,where he was picked up by a black vehicle--make and model, Cirillo didn't care about. He walked back to his car, still clenching his wound. He sat in his car, out there off the road for a little while, simply thinking. About how he'd have to see the Family's 'doctor', covering up the wound, and a drink.

[Whittington]

Eva watched as the men departed, leaving her at Ladies & Lace, an upscale boutique on the Vegas strip. Eva entered the store and was taken aback by all the beautiful dresses, shoes, hats, gloves, jewelry and purses. A woman about her age walked up, took Eva's bag and offered her a drink, and surprisingly Eva went for water. As Eva sipped on her water she walked around, admiring the wonderful dresses, picking four to try on. She only needed one, but she loved to indulge herself every now and then. Growing up, Eva lived on the streets, and she always admired the woman who wore fine clothes. One day when she was seven, Eva was walking down the street she saw a striking blonde woman in the back of a limousine. When the car stopped, the woman turned to Eva, smiling and waving hello. The woman had diamond earrings, and fire engine red lips and right then Eva knew one day she would have those things. Eva tried on the dresses, and loved all of them. The woman who was helping her even picked out matching gloves, hats and of course shoes.

As Eva was trying on shoes she saw Anita and Janelle walking past the shop's window. Eva ran out after then, happy to see them, but her smile went away when she saw the condition they were in. The girls were wearing their dresses from last night, their hair was messy, their make up smeared and she could smell alcohol. " Where have you guys been ?!! It's noon and I haven't seen either of you since you disappeared." Eva demanded, her hands on her hips. "Eva..Eva darling, just calm down. We met some guys, and they want us to go to San Diego with them. C'mon we got to get ready !!" Anita said as Janelle clapped and smiled. " We might have another show this week, and we get to meet Deano, things could really take off for us" Eva responded. " So you're not going to go with us ?" Janelle asked with Eva replying with a simple "No". Eva turned her back to the girl, walked into the store and went back to trying on shoes. Eva had had it with the girls unprofessional behavior, and their actions had made her decision easier. She was going to the top...without them.

[Lancearc]

Cirillo had finally turned on his car and pulled back into the road after the deal went down. All the while driving back to the city, he thought of how he would cover the wound when he went to pick up Eva. If his watch was right it had been at least an hour since he'd dropped her off at the store, and he didn't want to leave her without a ride as he went to the Genovese Family doctor, so instead of going right away he decided to simply throw on a long-sleeved shirt before going to pick up Eva. It didnt work as well as he'd hoped, someone could still notice the dry blood that had trickled down his wrist, but it was good enough. He made his way back to the botique in his vehie and parked outside, closing his eyes as he waited for Eva, he considered the rest well-earned.

[Cylarn]

Cirillo had finally turned on his car and pulled back into the road after the deal went down. All the while driving back to the city, he thought of how he would cover the wound when he went to pick up Eva. If his watch was right it had been at least an hour since he'd dropped her off at the store, and he didn't want to leave her without a ride as he went to the Genovese Family doctor, so instead of going right away he decided to simply throw on a long-sleeved shirt before going to pick up Eva. It didnt work as well as he'd hoped, someone could still notice the dry blood that had trickled down his wrist, but it was good enough. He made his way back to the botique in his vehie and parked outside, closing his eyes as he waited for Eva, he considered the rest well-earned.

Cirillo would soon hear a tapping at his passenger side window, and when he turned to look, he would see Agent Halloran, this time wearing a tan trenchcoat and a brown fedora. The agent had in his hands a folder as he continued to knock on the window.

[Lancearc]

Cirillo sighed as he saw the federal that had spoken to him yesterday. It would be so simple to drive away, or just not acknowledge the man, but he reached over to the other side with his good arm, and only just barely rolled down the window on the other side. "Top of the morning." he droned sarcastically.

[Whittington]

Eva was waiting as her new clothes were being putting into bags and boxes. She sipped on her water and saw Cirillo outside, she was going out to greet him but then she saw one of the men from The Copa tapping on his window. Eva walked towards the door, and slowly cracked it open, hoping to listen on what the two were talking about.

[Cylarn]

Cirillo sighed as he saw the federal that had spoken to him yesterday. It would be so simple to drive away, or just not acknowledge the man, but he reached over to the other side with his good arm, and only just barely rolled down the window on the other side. "Top of the morning." he droned sarcastically.

Cirillo sighed as he saw the federal that had spoken to him yesterday. It would be so simple to drive away, or just not acknowledge the man, but he reached over to the other side with his good arm, and only just barely rolled down the window on the other side. "Top of the morning." he droned sarcastically.

Halloran slipped the file into the car through the window, and gave Cirillo a grin as he looked at the man with his eerie dark, brown eyes.

"So, what brings you to Ladies and Lace?" Halloran asked. "Usin' that young girl to peddle drugs for you?"

Inside the file was a picture of a man, along with a handwritten note to him from one "Fidel Castro", detailing arms deals and plans to allow Manzi to open up casinos in Havana. The address in the file would lead Cirillo to Manzi's resort, The Empire Casino.

"Make sure that you plant that in his office," Halloran said. "Crystal?"

[Lancearc]

"Just shopping for a new dress actually. Yeah, whatever." Cirillo said, glancing very briefly at the documents that the Fed had slipped into the car, before tossing the file and its contents into the back seat of the vehicle.

[Whittington]

The young shop keeper tapped Eva on the shoulder and whispered into her ear. " You must be careful around those types of people. Would be a shame if something happened to a pretty girl like yourself. " Eva turned around towards the girl and said " I'm in good hands, and I can take care of myself. Are my things ready ?" The girl went and gathered four bags and a hat box, "Yes they are ma'am. Would you like help with your things ?" Eva slipped on her gloves and placed her new hat on, " No, I believe I can get these on my own. Thank you, have a nice day." Eva said, grabbing her things and heading out the door.

[Cylarn]

"Just shopping for a new dress actually. Yeah, whatever." Cirillo said, glancing very briefly at the documents that the Fed had slipped into the car, before tossing the file and its contents into the back seat of the vehicle.

"You could use a new dress, Cirillo," Halloran said. "Tell me, have you been havin' problems lately? Any politicians or ambitious lawmen gettin' in your way, besides me, of course. If you're havin' some trouble with 'em, just do the job I gave you, and I'll grant you a Favor. The Federal Bureau of Investigation rewards those who help them out."

[Lancearc]

"The rest of your pigs tend to be awful slow at getting to the scene, as it happens to turn out. Nice and lazy. Most of them tend to forget what they seen when faced with money too." Cirillo said, glancing towards the door of the shop, noticing that Eva was exiting.

[Cylarn]

"The rest of your pigs tend to be awful slow at getting to the scene, as it happens to turn out. Nice and lazy. Most of them tend to forget what they seen when faced with money too." Cirillo said, glancing towards the door of the shop, noticing that Eva was exiting.

Halloran looked back, and noticed Eva coming out. He then looked back at Cirillo, smirking.

"What if I'm at the scene right now?" Halloran asked in a sinister tone. "What if I told you that there was a sting happenin' as we speak, and my job was to stall you? Talk about gettin' to the scene on time. Now then, you're gonna drop this lovely young woman off at her hotel room, and then you're gonna do the job I gave you. If you don't, I hope you enjoy Michigan. So, tell what's it gonna be? Am I gonna call off my boys and let you do the job I gave you, or are you gonna spend the rest of your days in Michigan?"

As Halloran threatened Cirillo, the Italian could see several groups of men in trenchcoats and fedoras watching him. The street was surprisingly empty, as the only people on the street seemed to be FBI Agents.

[Lancearc]

"If you think I'm going to prison even if I don't decide run your little errand, you're a bit wrong." Cirillo said with a smirk. "At least the fellas in Chicago actually posed a considerable threat relative to the family doings in Chicago. Well see what I decide to do." Cirillo finished.

[Whittington]

Eva noticed that Cirillo was still talking to the man she saw from the club. All she could get out from their conversation was "Chicago". Sure she may be getting into trouble, but how bad could Cirillo really be ? He's been nothing but kind to her, he couldn't be that bad of a guy. She put on her sunglasses as she walked up to the car, bags in hand. "Anyone care to help ? I don't want to break a nail carrying all these bags."

[Cylarn]

Eva noticed that Cirillo was still talking to the man she saw from the club. All she could get out from their conversation was "Chicago". Sure she may be getting into trouble, but how bad could Cirillo really be ? He's been nothing but kind to her, he couldn't be that bad of a guy. She put on her sunglasses as she walked up to the car, bags in hand. "Anyone care to help ? I don't want to break a nail carrying all these bags."

Halloran turned around, and smiled at Eva before opening the back door of the car for her to put her things in. Meanwhile, to persuade Cirillo from gunning down a Federal Agent, one of the other agents revealed an M1A1 Thompson that was previously obscured by their trenchcoat. He glared at Cirillo, watching him with his sharp eyes.

"Of course ma'am," Halloran said. "Enjoy your dope."

[Whittington]

Eva noticed that Cirillo was still talking to the man she saw from the club. All she could get out from their conversation was "Chicago". Sure she may be getting into trouble, but how bad could Cirillo really be ? He's been nothing but kind to her, he couldn't be that bad of a guy. She put on her sunglasses as she walked up to the car, bags in hand. "Anyone care to help ? I don't want to break a nail carrying all these bags."

Halloran turned around, and smiled at Eva before opening the back door of the car for her to put her things in. Meanwhile, to persuade Cirillo from gunning down a Federal Agent, one of the other agents revealed an M1A1 Thompson that was previously obscured by their trenchcoat. He glared at Cirillo, watching him with his sharp eyes.

"Of course ma'am," Halloran said. "Enjoy your dope."

Eva glared at the man a she put her bags in the back seat. She then turned to the man. "If by "dope" you mean my new outfits, yes I will enjoy them. Enjoy your badly fitted suit." Eva said with a smirk as she brushed by him, getting into the front passenger seat.

[Cylarn]

Halloran turned around, and smiled at Eva before opening the back door of the car for her to put her things in. Meanwhile, to persuade Cirillo from gunning down a Federal Agent, one of the other agents revealed an M1A1 Thompson that was previously obscured by their trenchcoat. He glared at Cirillo, watching him with his sharp eyes.

"Of course ma'am," Halloran said. "Enjoy your dope."

Eva glared at the man a she put her bags in the back seat. She then turned to the man. "If by "dope" you mean my new outfits, yes I will enjoy them. Enjoy your badly fitted suit." Eva said with a smirk as she brushed by him, getting into the front passenger seat.

"You won't be the first showgirl that he's gotten hooked on dope," Halloran said as she brushed past him. "Enjoy your time addiction-free. Once he's done with you, you'll be as washed up as that guy who played Dracula."

With that, Halloran and his agents began to walk away. Another car would be following Cirillo as he made his rounds around town, monitoring his movements and activities.

[Whittington]

Eva closed the car door and watched as the man walked away. Eva dug through her purse, looking for some of her make up." Well that was one of the rudest people I've met. Who was he, if I may ask ?" Eva asked Cirillo as she applied her signature fire engine red lip stick.