Cormac O'Brien
Head of the Family
On well-run farms pests have to be kept down.
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Post by Cormac O'Brien on Jul 10, 2015 4:25:03 GMT -5
Cormac pounded another shot.
This was absurd. This was insupportable. "Fucking ANTONUCCHIS!" he yelled, safe in the privacy of his own office. Only his personal bodyguards, Kieran and Reilly, could hear him, and they never said anything about what they heard.
But it was all right. It was all right. He talked himself down, working to calm his breathing. He had a plan. There was a plan. This was the first part of it.
Soon enough, his nephew would be here: Finley. Maureen's older brother. Finley was ready to fuck shit up. Finley would love an opportunity to demolish the man who had tortured his sister. The pathetic man ...
Pietro. Fucking. Antonucchi. Cormac's hand clenched around the empty glass. Pietro FUCKING ANTONUCCHI had decided to torture his niece, his precious little Maureen.
He found himself falling into the armchair, remembering the little red-headed girl, only four years old, sitting in his lap on her birthday. "Un-cowl Cowr-mac!" What a precious, sweet child.
God FUCKING DAMN IT!
Not only Finley, he reminded himself ... but Kyra. Kyra, who was angry. Kyra, who had proven herself by assassinating that fucking O'Leary. Kyra, who wanted nothing more than to destroy Pietro. Fucking. ANTONUCCHI.
They were coming, and he would give them their orders, and vengeance would be his.
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Finley O'Brien
Bartender/Hammer
When the world goes to shit, I will still have my family.
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Post by Finley O'Brien on Jul 11, 2015 2:17:06 GMT -5
He was crawling through mud, a knife in his hand, only one thing on his mind. KILL. Kill anything in German grey, and open a route for the attack. He was good at killing, very, very good at killing.
Walking through the mansion, his long legs swiftly carrying him towards his Uncles office. Cormac had summoned him. Cormac generally never summoned him, generally leaving him to his own devices. Looking at the two guards outisde the office Fin brused by them, pushing the doors open, and striding up to the desk.
Snapping to attention in front of the desk, Fin looked out past his uncle towards the wall. "You called for me, Uncle?" It took him a second to relax, but once he did, Fin leaned over Cormacs desk, and looked eyes with him.
"When can I kill the bastard, Uncle... when can I kill that mother fucker who tortured my angel?" FInlets voice was dry and his eyes hard, refusing to look away as he waited for an answer.
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Kyra Reid
Hammer
Men and their cocks never cease to amazing me
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Post by Kyra Reid on Jul 11, 2015 14:43:47 GMT -5
Two weeks... Two weeks she had played nice, acting like she didn't know anything or want anything to do with this stupid feud between the teachers. When really all she wanted to do was make Pietro suffer. To watch the light in his eyes die as she destroys everything he loved. Personally she thought death was too good for the man, she wanted him to live a long and painful life where everyone could witness his suffering.
And it finally seemed like she was going to get that chance.
She had done everything Cormac had asked of her, got into the school and played nice with everyone. She went off and killed that O'Leary guy without batting an eye. She was ready to finally get her hands on the fucking asshole that murder her brother right in front of her little sister's eyes. Poor thing been having the worst nightmares and has taken to sneaking into her room to sleep with her.
She pushed open the door and walked into Cormac's office, again maybe she should have tried to look a little more... put together but no. Still the same oversized men clothes, red curls all tucked away under a hat. Her eyes narrowed when she saw Cormac and the man that was with him as she said. "Two week Cormac... Two week I have spent acting like I can stomach the man. You promised me revenge now I want it. "
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Cormac O'Brien
Head of the Family
On well-run farms pests have to be kept down.
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Post by Cormac O'Brien on Jul 11, 2015 18:11:51 GMT -5
Ah, yes. Two people who were so very full of rage that they didn't even bother offering their obeisance to the head of the family. They just came storming in, looking to kill, thirsting desperately for revenge. Perfect. Primed and ready.
Cormac lit a cigarette, then held the case out to Finley and Kyra. He gestured toward the ashtray; he found it absolutely disgusting when people ashed on his carpet. Finley would know that by now, but Kyra might need a reminder.
"Finley," he said, standing up and giving his nephew a manly half-hug. Then he held his hand out to Kyra for a shake. "Miss Reid. I appreciate your promptness.
"Obviously, you both know who the target is. And you have waited long enough. That bastard's guard will be down by now, and it is time to strike at him.
"Miss Reid, I assume you have played nice and maintained your subterfuge. He will not know you as one of us. Finley, on the other hand ... well, you must stay hidden until the time is right. Here is what I propose. A friendly gathering of professors. You will go out on the town. He will drink. You will get him outside, alone and vulnerable. Finley will strike. Then you may do whatever you like with him.
"The plan is simple, but its simplicity lends it power.
"We all want him to suffer, and I trust you will both see to it that he does."
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Finley O'Brien
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When the world goes to shit, I will still have my family.
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Post by Finley O'Brien on Jul 12, 2015 2:57:18 GMT -5
When Cormac embraced his nephew, Finlet cast his eyes to the ground. "Forgive me for forgetting my place." Taking the cigarette, Fin looked over at the man that had entered. Raising an eyebrow, Finley lit the paper cased tobacco, and nodded towards the man."Please tell me you aren't about to stick me with some new fresh off the bo-"
Finley froze as he looked at the person next to him. Pulling the cigarette he shook his head. "No! No way! I'm not holding a girls hand during all this! I'd rather go alone uncle!" Shaking his head, Finley started pacing back and forth, "You're going to put me on many duty for this!? You're fucking kidding me m, right?"
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Kyra Reid
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Post by Kyra Reid on Jul 12, 2015 14:21:34 GMT -5
She shook Cormac hand before taking one of the cigarettes and lighting it. "This better be quick." She said narrowing her eyes. She didn't have time for anymore long conversation about anything other than fucking making pietro suffer and even then she would like to keep it short and sweet and then go get right down to work.
Cormac explained what he wanted and she nodded that was easy enough really. Get him drunk, take him out back to a alley and then beat the even living shit out of him. And then heal him all up nice and pretty like and then beat the shit out of him again. And see the nice thing was she could probably drink any prissy ass Itialian boy under the fucking table that was for sure.
"No! No way! I'm not holding a girls hand during all this! I'd rather go alone uncle!"
Oh he picked the wrong woman to call out like that. Not today Satan, not today. "Listen hear Boy-o." She said turning to face the other man. "I can promise you I got bigger balls than half the men you know. So unless you want a taste of what I am gonna do to Pietro Antonucchi I suggest you shut your fucking mouth!" She huffed some and took a long drag. Fuck this man, he clearly didn't know who he was messing with.
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Cormac O'Brien
Head of the Family
On well-run farms pests have to be kept down.
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Post by Cormac O'Brien on Jul 12, 2015 22:57:09 GMT -5
Cormac's eyebrows flew upward, and he shot a glare at the two of them.
"SILENCE!" he bellowed, smoke coming from his nostrils as though he were some sort of enraged dragon. "Finley, I guarantee you that you should not attempt to hold this woman's hand. Do you doubt my wisdom? Do you doubt that I have thought this through? Do you really want to complain about being handed Pietro fucking Antonucchi on a silver platter?"
Cormac walked around his desk, then, to interpose himself between Finley and Kyra.
"He may have done horrific things to your sister, but the man he killed was Miss Reid's brother, and she is far more capable than she looks. Now, you can do this my way - the smart way - or I can find somebody else to take your role in it. However, I felt I owed you both the opportunity to get revenge, and I expect you both to appreciate it and and to work together. Do I make myself clear?"
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Finley O'Brien
Bartender/Hammer
When the world goes to shit, I will still have my family.
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Post by Finley O'Brien on Jul 13, 2015 0:02:09 GMT -5
Cormac's voice ripped through and Fin wheeled away from the woman, his jaw clenched tightly shut as Cormac lectured him.
He was right though, Finley was acting like his Uncle had not thought this out. Which Fin knew to be a lie, the man put more planning into his decisions than Fin had ever done, even when in France. So the nephew stood straight, his hands behind his back, as Cormac chastised him. Fin's gaze was locked straight ahead again, feeling more like a soldier being reprimanded, rather than Cormac's own nephew. Swallowing, he nodded, but remained quiet, until Cormac was finished speaking. Feeling now like a foolish boy, his gaze fell, and Fin shook his head. "Forgive my arrogance, and foolish, Uncle... I was out of place. This... this entire ordeal with Maureen, and those bastards.. I haven't been able to sleep for days, knowing she is still up there, ast that school..."
Turning to Kyra, Fin held his hand out to the woman. "Forgive me. My emotions have been... ruling me these last few days... I spoke out of turn." Fin inhaled deeply, hating the fact he had to apologize to this girl. Swallowing once more, he quietly added, "Gwain was a good man... He stood when others would not... He was given a proper burial.."
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Kyra Reid
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Post by Kyra Reid on Jul 13, 2015 15:37:55 GMT -5
Well excuse her for fucking defending herself but whatever she wasn't about to start shit with Cormac here. She knew her talents and clearly Cormac did as well, so fuck this guy even if he was Cormac nephew. Kyra took a drag and made sure to use the ashtray as she just let the man apologize to her and she shrugged some "S'alright..." Really she didn't want to hear anything spoken from this man about her brother. Especially after hearing that it was his sister that was that little girl that got all tortured. Sure that is fucking terrible but at the end of the day she still fucking alive. He will still get to see her again. She not only has a little sister that had to watch her brother die right before her eyes but she also had a dead fucking brother and a stupid debt to pay and.. fuck this guy.
She went back to the issue of the plan then, simple enough. "This saturday then, I'll take him to the Antonucchi speakeasy. There is a alley that is pretty isolated about a block away." This was simple enough, lets just hope that this man didn't fuck this up for her because if he did Cormac will lose a Nephew she did not give two fucking shits. "So is that all?"
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Cormac O'Brien
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Post by Cormac O'Brien on Jul 14, 2015 19:51:14 GMT -5
Having diffused the conflict, Cormac's gaze softened, and he reached out to put a comforting hand on Finley's shoulder.
"Finley, you know that I love both you and your sister. I know that you feel desperate for revenge, and you will get it. But you must remember not to go in half-cocked. I want you to emerge the victor, which is why it is necessary to be cautious and clever. Please remember that I've been doing this for a very long time. Do not underestimate these Antonucchi dogs, for they are fierce fighters. If you got yourself killed through boorish prejudice, many would grieve, and I fear that the grief might drown your sister. Please, nephew, think with your brain in this, and not with your heart. That will be necessary for success."
A squeeze on Finley's shoulder, and a small smile, and then Cormac stepped back and turned so that he was facing both of them once more.
"That sounds perfect, Miss Reid, but please do remember that your working together - getting along - is not solely dependent on Finley's being respectful. You must offer him the same regard. If you feel the desire to fight with my nephew, please refrain from doing so until after we have dealt with the wop bastard.
"Well, then ... do either of you have any questions or concerns?"
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Finley O'Brien
Bartender/Hammer
When the world goes to shit, I will still have my family.
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Post by Finley O'Brien on Jul 15, 2015 14:21:01 GMT -5
Cormacs touch made Finley's shoulders drop, his face becoming down cast as hid head dropped. In an instant he looked as tired and worn out as he felt. Listening to his Uncles words, Fin nodded, and exhaled heavily, his breathing rough with every word that Cormac spoke.
Cormac for all his faults, and difficulties had always treated Fin and Maureen like his own children, and Fin looked at Cormac lime the kind of man he wanted to be. Smart, dangerous, powerful, but kind as well as cruel, when needed. Finley however had always been to brash, alays diving into something head first without thinking of the consequences. Taking a deep breath, Fin nodded, and looked up at his Uncle again, "I won't fail you, Uncle."
Looking back to Kyra, Finley nodded, his face deadly grim, aside from a wicked smirk that tugged at the cornery of his mouth, and a devilish glint in his eyes. "Get the bastard in that alley... and I'll be sure he does leave without a stretcher." Nodding at the wand on her hip, he takes a drag off the cigarette, before knocking the ash into the tray, "Bring that, there are things Id like done to him, that I don't have the knowledge how to do." To admit that was painful, but necessary, to prove that he needed her as well for this, but it did not hide the butter taste in his mouth.
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Kyra Reid
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Post by Kyra Reid on Jul 15, 2015 15:34:14 GMT -5
Why couldn't she just torture him all on her own? She wasn't a team player really never had been, and never will be. It's why she played seeker in school, you don't really have to work with the team, just be quick and speedy and catch that little golden ball before anyone else. But she nodded and took another drag and put out her cigarette in the ashe tray. "Midnight then, see you then Fin." She said with a smile smile, at least trying to be friendly before nodding at Cormac and turning around to walk out of the office.
And while she was happy to be getting her revenge there was something that was weighing so heavy on her right now but whatever. She had shit to do now and a plan and she was going to make sure that bastard paid and paid dearly.
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