i'm in love with a criminal.

[blackbird.]

Jeremy Laurent||Detective Boy
Location - Club||With - Hester

Jeremy frowned a little. "Excuse me?" He had heard what she had said, but needed some time to get a comeback. His entire body stiffened as she practically threw herself onto him, and he desperately wanted to just take out his badge and handcuffs, ram her into a wall and just arrest her. His frown deepened as he put his hand in his pocket and toyed with the badge. What had gotten into him? Everyone knew that a police officer, especially a detective like him, should never use his position to gain advantage over someone. It must the whole environment of the club which was making him jittery. But he had to keep his cool if he wanted to learn anything and get some solid information. This kind of information he couldn't get elsewhere, and he'd be the ultimate loser if he gave up this opportunity just because he lost his cool.

But the way she was looking at him made him feel so violated. Like she was invading his space with her glances. Well, she was already invading his space. Instinctively, he tugged her off and took a step back. Bad move, he grimaced, now she was going to think he was afraid of her. He squared his shoulders and cleared his throat. Her question was still in the air, do he decided to answer it the best way he knew how - with honesty. "Because I've met all sorts of people in life, and sometimes they knock into you, but they think it is you who knocked into them. In a way, I'm glad you're not like those people. I'm not going to lie, I was a little annoyed, but it was an accident, so I let it go, and made sure you weren't hurt." The truth was always the best, and this was about as closest to the truth as anyone was going to get.

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N e v a d a C r i n :
♔ Tagged: Silvio. ♔ Location: Club. ♔ Wearing: This.

Nevada tried to pay the cab driver, but he refused to take her money. She groaned in annoyance, still acting drunk. She searched for the handle in the cab finally after a minute of fumbling for the handle she found it. She staggered into her building and rode the elevator the the fifty sixth floor. She got out and stumbled to her room, she left her apartment unlocked so she didn't need her keys. When she got inside she locked the door quickly and staggered to her bed, she dropped onto it kicking off her heels feeling like she was being watched. Nevada looked up through the window at the blinking city skyline. "I'm royally screwed." There was no way she was going to outsmart the mafia. She was already two steps behind the mafia, she needed to be in front not behind. She would have to be cautious around this Silvio fellow, he would try and poison her there was no way around that fact. She would be whacked faster than a hawk could catch a mouse. She grit her teeth knowing what she would have to do, she would have to call and visit her father in prison.

Mr.Crin, Nevada's father always had an interesting business on his hands. He was a hit man, a hired trigger puller. One thing the man knew was how the mafia operated. Nevada's father was one of the greatest hit mans of all time, not like many people knew because he didn't wear it like a badge on his shoulder. He only got caught for one murder, because somebody rolled over on him. It didn't matter now though because Nevada couldn't change or alter the past. Her father would know what kind of stunts this boy was trying to pull. Another thing that sucked was that Nevada was going to have to continue writing restaurant reviews to keep less suspicion. There was to be no more random strangers that she met up with, nobody was safe anymore. For now though Nevada, was tired and slightly buzzed and honestly she didn't want to think about the way she would die. It just made everything worse. So Nevada rolled over, and fell asleep slightly quivering from all the horror filled endings that she would be soon to meet. Whatever though, one of these days she was going to have to turn into a professional journalist in the big leagues.

[longlive]

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[sakatoharaki]

Sɪʟᴠɪᴏ Gᴀsᴘᴀʀɪᴏ

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[Wᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ] . [ Mᴀғɪᴀ Bᴏʏ ] . [ Aᴍᴜsᴀ Nɪɢʜᴛ Cʟᴜʙ ] . [ 25 ]

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I'm on the phone closing deals
George tell em next, half a mill
On the phone closing deals
George tell em next, half a mill
Cotton candy, laced in gold
Stack that money, sushi roll
Bottles up, feeling throw'd
V.I.P it, overload
~Iggy Azalea: My World~
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Silvio sat back in his leather chair as the rush from his Dust hit him like a freight train. A swirl of feelings flooded his mind making anger and excitement the most prevalent two. The mafia man hit the desk with his hands as he stood up quickly, "Woo! That's good stuff!" He wiped his nose knowing he would have to thank Edwardo, his cook, for the batch. Only the finest chemicals were used in the making of Silvio's product and it showed. Silvio tested each batch himself before it was shipped out to be sold.

Blood flowing from the hit, Silvio was ready to go back to his club and party hard. The Italian made his way out of his office and to the V.I.P. section where he spotted some girls trying to make their way in. He looked to the guard with a smile as he looked to them, "Its ok Jimmy they are with me." The big bodyguard rolled his eyes at Silvio as he let the girls past the red rope. They all sat at his booth as Silvio ordered a round for everyone. They laughed and drank as the gold diggers asked for his liquid PCP to which he said yes and poured them each some.

However something caught his eye. Across the room was a man in an animal mask. A bad feeling sunk into his gut and twisted it. Something bad was going to happen he felt it. But the chemicals in Silvio's brain were raging. The two feelings were going to clash and Silvio knew that the club floor would have blood spilt on it by the end of the night.
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[harlical]

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The blond-haired girl pursed her lips together in thought before giving out a small, careless shrug. She leaned in towards him close enough to feel his breath. "I don't care." She murmured, her voice almost a whisper. "Anything." Talia lifted her eyes towards him, her stare dead-on. She didn't know who the man was under the mask, but she could tell he was young, maybe around her age. A smirk plastered itself onto her pretty features as she returned to her normal position, a distance now between her and him. "Oh? And what would that be?" She raised an eyebrow, her voice loud as the bass of the music kept on going throughout the club. All Talia wanted was drugs; any type of drug. She just needed the high, the feeling of just losing the world for the night. So the man was a drug dealer, but it seemed as if he was more than that. Maybe, perhaps, a gang leader of something. If he was only a drug dealer, he probably would've tried to had been a little more discreet and would've done without the mask, but then again many people around her were either high or drunk so no difference would be made. Though she didn't know him, Talia knew he was trouble. Though before her gut feeling was that he was, she was sure now. "Are you gonna cause some trouble tonight?" She asked casually, pulling her hair to one side before taking a step back to lean against the wall. "You seem like the type to." The girl commented before tearing her gaze away from him and glancing around the club. There were more and more people at the bar now and the dance floor was packed to its proximity. Her heart pounded against her as the bass hit hard, but it wasn't hard enough. When she got the drugs it would be enough to satisfy her.

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Smirking lightly behind the feline mask, laughing softly. "Really now," He replied, voice smooth and malicious. However, as soon as she leaned away, he also returned to his normal voice, instead of such a dark persona. He grinned in a cheshire-like fashion, despite the mask that was hiding it, and replied, "I like to call it 'Riot'." He said casually. "I doubt you've ever tried it - not my version of it, at least."

He leaned back against the wall, keeping his hands in his pockets, hand over his six-shot revolver. The girl was nosy - she was asking a lot of questions. By now, she didn't seem to be interested purely in drugs, and more interested in what exactly Aereo was about to do. He'd play around with her for a little bit and humor her questions some more, then start the plan. "Trouble? No, of course not." He replied innocently. "No, I'm just here to administer the drug I've created."

Aereo tilted his head down slightly, causing shadows to slip across the mask menacingly. He took a step forward, and pressed the tip of his revolver against her stomach lightly, just enough so she'd notice but not enough to cause pain. "You can be the first to try it out," He murmured. He turned his head to glance at her, shadows concealing his eyes so that only the hollow eye sockets of the mask were visible. "If you are still looking for this kind of high."

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Talia kept her head down low, but lifted up her gaze towards him. She gave a careless shrug of the shoulders when he said that she probably never tried it. To be honest, the girl didn't even know what types of drugs she administered into her body . She couldn't care less what type of drug she took when she had the craving. "I think I've tried every type of drug in every different way." She said, her estimate over exaggerated by the best. She lazily tilted her head to the side to get a better look at the mask the man was wearing. It reminded her of the cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland. It was dark . . . mysterious even, probably either nothing like the man who was wearing it or probably just like the man underneath it. Talia let a small smirk make its way to her lips just at the thought of the man hiding under the mask just to look tough when underneath he was just a shy, small person. It was most unlikely, but it was still an open option. The girl lifted her gaze off of him warily, but let her eyes roam around the club. It was getting late, but wasn't that the time where things got out of control? Talia was about to get up from leaning against the wall until she felt a cold metal make contact with her leather bustier making her stop, cold. She dragged her blue eyes from the man's covered face back towards her stomach, where in its full glory was a revolver. She took a deep and steady breath, but kept her cool gaze on him. "Wow you're right. I've never tried this type." She muttered. "Actually, I'm not up for this anymore." Talia put her hand down towards the revolver, touching the cool metal with her finger tips. The thought of just a pull of a trigger that could kill her didn't frighten the girl, but it.. excited her.

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Aereo held the revolver in place, just staring at the girl to see what she would do. When she only gazed back at him with a look that lacked fear, Aereo suddenly broke out laughing, although he kept the gun in place. "I like you!" He burst out, smiling beneath the mask. "You're pretty cool. Don't worry, I won't shoot you, not yet at least." He reassured her lightly. Then, just as soon as he had become happy and light-hearted, he became serious again. "However, I'm afraid it's too late to back out now. It's only just started."

Aereo suddenly whirled around, gun held out. He fired a single shot, aim flawless, knocking out a light above the DJ. It exploded into sparks, causing those sober enough to duck out of the way. More shots fired out directly after as Aereo's gangmates tried to take out guards. Aereo himself darted away from the girl, vaulting onto the DJ's stage and sending a clean right hook across the DJ's left cheek. He was knocked out before he even got a chance to retaliate. Aereo took hold of the microphone, leaning in close. "Alright, everyone! Let's get this show on the road." His voice took on a more gravely, dark tone. "We're playing a game - it's called 'Manhunt'. We are looking for the richest guys here. Hand them over, and you get guaranteed immunity - you will not be killed. There's only one rule- nobody may leave. Anything is allowed. As long as you find the guys with the most expensive tastes... You win."

A bunch of people were screaming. Aereo laughed into the microphone, then yelled, "We need some good music, not that prissy-*ss pop you people listen to! Let's play some real music!" He put a CD down onto the player and pressed play - the heavy chords of metal rock pulsed through the nightclub, the very foundation of the place shaking from the sound. Aereo pulled out his revolver, holding it in one hand as he aimed into the crowd. People screamed, and Aereo just grinned behind the mask. His gaze flicked around, and he saw a guard aiming a pistol at him from the shadows. He swung his revolver around to point at him, then shot. The man ducked out of the way last second, but the bullet still grazed him, and he collapsed. More people screamed, and a few shots were fired by the doors as people tried to escape.

[sakatoharaki]

Sɪʟᴠɪᴏ Gᴀsᴘᴀʀɪᴏ

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[Wᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ] . [ Mᴀғɪᴀ Bᴏʏ ] . [ Aᴍᴜsᴀ Nɪɢʜᴛ Cʟᴜʙ ] . [ 25 ]

╔══════════════════════╗
I'm on the phone closing deals
George tell em next, half a mill
On the phone closing deals
George tell em next, half a mill
Cotton candy, laced in gold
Stack that money, sushi roll
Bottles up, feeling throw'd
V.I.P it, overload
~Iggy Azalea: My World~
╚════════════════════╝

Silvio jumped up out of his seat when the lights at the DJ stand went out. He was already on edge from the drugs so this invasion of his club was sending him to the deep end. The mobster grew more angry when he recognized whose voice was making the demands, a his skater punk rival! Of all people this boy got into his club and ruined his night? No. It was not going to happen like this.

Through the dark Silvio stumbled through the panicking crowd toward his office. It was like a fish trying to swim upstream but finally the mobster made his way to the office. He flicked on the switch of his back room leaving the hall light off so no one would know he actually made it back there. He stumbled around finally finding the case he was looking for his AR-15. Silvio rushed to replace the scope with the night vision one. He also took out the silencer his fingers struggling to screw it on from the adrenaline and the drugs. It was not even Silvio's personal gun, he was planning to sell it tomorrow but right now he needed it.

The mobster returned to the club of panicking people using the scope to guide him. He got up on the bar so he could have a good view of the dance floor. Using the scope he was looking around the club for the skater punks but something else caught his eye. A person in an animal mask by the door, he was preventing people from getting out. It was good enough for Silvio. Blood flowing and finger trigger ready the Italian took the shot once his line of sight was clear.
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