Trigger Happy
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March 29th, 2010
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| Getting shot, never fun. Thankfully the guy in question had been a pretty lousy shot, which meant a shot intended for Joseph’s head missed by a far mark, landing in his shoulder instead. He could have called his doctor, the same doctor that he had at his beck and call, but he didn’t see the need. Not when he could just as easily take care of it himself. Bloody clothes were discarded to the side and long strides took Joseph through the immaculately kept hotel room into the bathroom that was shortly bathed in an artificial light. ( Too Busy ) | ||||||||||
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busyMarch 2nd, 2010
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| In the heat of a fight there was very little to grasp onto, especially if you were running on instinct alone. Even as Joseph was slammed into the nearby wall, he found the clarity to pick up a nearby bottle, smashing it over his would-be attacker’s head. It worked like a charm, causing enough confusion for Joseph to land a punch that left the bigger man stumbling backwards. The cause of the fight had been lost, round about the same time the man had decided that the best way to settle the issue was by putting Joseph’s head into the bar and would have been through it, had he enough upper body strength. Thankfully he hadn’t, just enough to leave a bruise on Joseph’s right temple behind, breaking the skin open around his eyebrow. Joseph was determined to end this fight, wrapping the other man’s collar with both hands and using that grip to throw him through the nearest table. The table buckled under the weight and as it gave, the other man hit the ground, knocking him for six. Easy enough for Joseph to press the weight of his foot over the man’s throat, pushing down just hard enough to restrict breathing, narrowing air passages. Just a little longer, he knew exactly how much longer the other man had until complete and utter unconsciousness claimed him and then… *Click* ( Pull It, I Dare You ) ( What's Your Problem? ) ( Let Me Buy You A Drink ) | ||||||||||
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surprisedFebruary 18th, 2010
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| Time had a funny way of lasting forever, especially when you were waiting for something. Joseph had waited for hours to hear news of Victor, his blood on his hands, beneath his nails, and all that waiting had been for nothing. The kid was dead, his injuries too severe, there was nothing the doctor could have done for him. ( Bloody Revenge ) | ||||||||||
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pissed offFebruary 6th, 2010
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| Joseph was pretty sure he’d seen everything there was to see in this world, but he hadn’t been ready for two blondes walking down the street chained - literally chained - together. People and their kinks, some were apparently more brave than others when it came to sharing those sorts of things with the world. Not that there was anything wrong with a little… Joseph caught that train of thought and chuckled softly around the filter end of a cigarette that had long lost its warmth. He’d effectively wiped out half of his competition with his little adventure with matches and gasoline, meaning there wasn’t so much friction and tension on the streets of Key West. It also meant that people had started seeking him out, looking to make deals and get on his good side. ( Long Night ) | ||||||||||
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indescribableJanuary 19th, 2010
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| Joseph was many things, but forgiving was not one of those many things. To say he took being threatened personally was an understatement, retaliating almost in kind, but not exact. A little splash of gasoline here and there followed by the striking of a match and suddenly a seedy bar turns into something beautiful, even if like most beautiful things it turns ugly in a matter of seconds. Thankfully Joseph was far away enough before that happened. Just far enough to enjoy the display. ( Just To Sweeten The Deal ) | ||||||||||
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January 9th, 2010
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| Francesco's was a dark-panelled hole in the wall with green carpeting and brass fixtures on everything. It was exactly like being inside a barrel, as if all the light got absorbed like water into a sponge. It was one of the few places on the island Grace found tolerable. She'd been in Key West for sixteen hours. She'd spent the daylight hours on the phone, where she'd gotten confirmation on the description of the man she was looking for, along with a message that said man wasn't hiding anywhere. It never failed to boggle her mind how invincible humans thought they were. The vampire was ensconced at a back table drinking bourbon, her back carefully situated so there'd be no chance of an ambush. Tropiano didn't know who she was - yet - but a little paranoia kept you healthy. One warning. That was her current objective. After that? She'd have to go to work. ( Friendly Warning ) [OOC: Grace's cameo appearance was of course written by Gazer] | ||||||||||
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December 30th, 2009
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| Two guns, two knives, one stake and none of these would be the murder weapon. It would be something far more sinister and bleak, a long strip of cheese wire wrapped around two wooden blocks held in steadfast hands. It was unfurled in a smooth movement, one wooden block being caught in one palm as the other was gripped tightly between tapered fingers that glistened beneath a rapidly flashing neon light. Somehow Joseph had known that the escaping man would crawl back to familiar ground and had trailed him this far, determined to finish what he’d started. ( Cover Of Darkness ) | ||||||||||
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December 27th, 2009
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| “Don’t lecture me on what I can and can’t do,” Agent Julie Kottler snapped at one of the other agents in the room with her. “If you’ve got a problem with it, then wait outside.” There was a huff of breath and the two agents in the room left the red-head to it. She raked her fingers through her hair, putting her badge down on the vanity by the bathroom door. The hotel room was simple, that was enough to make the FBI agent suspicious. Joseph Tropiano’s presence in Key West had more than ruffled a few feathers and she was trying to find something that would implicate him in the dirty dealings that had been going on in her home. There hadn’t been this much unrest since she had graduated the academy and even then, only in New York where the gang violence was always up due to the severe unrest that happened there; power always shifting and changing. The wardrobe had been left open, the meticulously hung clothes in order and tidy, not a piece of fabric out of place. Julie blew out a breath and continued her search of Joseph’s room. It was public property, she had permission from the Hotel manager to search whatever she needed to and she was breaking no laws. Her companions were just put out by her need to catch this guy. ( Too Clean ) ( Pull Yourself Together ) OOC: NPC Agent Julie Kottler was played by Willow | ||||||||||
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amusedDecember 20th, 2009
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| If people thought torture was a quick process then there were quite sorely mistaken - it was a matter of patience and dedicating time and effort to picking a person apart so thoroughly that they didn’t know where they began and ended, sometimes quite literally. It was a messy business, it always was, ending the way it started. More often than not the person being tortured didn’t survive, except in rare occasions, like Joseph when he’d been grabbed a few years back and had a world of hurt carved into him. He hadn’t broken nor had he allowed them to kill him. Shame that his latest torture victim hadn’t had the same constitution, but then Joseph wouldn’t have what he needed to know and that would have been quite unforgivable. He had names, places, times and arrangements - everything he needed to make for a very uncomfortable future for the local criminal masterminds that ‘ran’ the city. The enemy of my enemy is my friend. After all that’s what the old wives say and Joseph intended on putting it to the test. ( Passing A Tip ) | ||||||||||
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December 13th, 2009
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| There were many ways of coercing information from a person - you could bribe them, blackmail them, threaten their security, but there was no better way of extracting information from a person than by hurting loved ones or hurting them directly. Joseph preferred the latter to the former, knowing he’d rather keep his loved ones out of the line of fire and there were some depths he would not stoop to. Currently he was stood back, distanced, separated from the events playing out before his eyes. He’d intervene, he always did, he was too good at this part not to get involved. It was a strength, one that kept him awake at night, not always though. Smoke was exhaled as Joseph turned and extinguished the last remnants of life in the cigarette he’d been nursing, fingers flicking lingering traces of ash away and into the dark of a nearby shadow. ( Answers ) | ||||||||||
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December 11th, 2009
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| If there was one thing Joseph was good at it, it was knowing when and how to have a good time, especially when he’d spent the last couple nights working his ass to the bone trying to find out as much information about the people who “ran” the city. Currently he was enjoying a cigarette and a game of pool that was rapidly turning in his favour, to the dismay of his once enthusiastic now turned dejected opponent. Joseph had offered him an out about three balls ago, but the guy’s confidence had been falsely built up by that point so he was under the mistaken impression that he could win this. Shame that he couldn’t. Joseph swept his hair back and prowled the table, tipping his head to watch the angle that the man was aiming the stick, tutting under his breath slightly as he just knew it wasn’t going to do anything except knock the ball too far off target. Not that Joseph was about to share that piece of information. ( Not Very Nice ) | ||||||||||
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flirtyNovember 30th, 2009
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| Part of taking over new territory was spreading fear and sowing seeds of mistrust, Joseph knew this better than anyone else. He’d already began his campaign of fear by first attacking small branches before escalating into full out mayhem by incendiary devices being planted and blown. The press were having a field day, the local authorities not so much. Nothing could be traced, everything was easy to make and planned to the last meticulous detail so there was no paper trail. Now was the time to rip the rivals apart from the inside out. ( Legwork ) | ||||||||||
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November 26th, 2009
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| The room was dark, pitched into shadow, until a switch was flipped and it was bathed in bright artificial light, revealing the man shedding layers in his travels towards the bathroom. It wasn’t long until he was left in nothing more than a pair of jeans that had been a pair of his best until this particular night. Joseph pulled at the skin around his bicep and his top lip curled as he regarded a long cut, which thankfully had missed his tattoo. There had been a couple of lucky swings, resulting in some superficial injuries that didn’t stop at the one around his bicep; they decorated bone of collar and teased the curve of one hip. Blowing out a breath, Joseph picked up a nearby clear bag and sorted through it, pulling out antiseptic wipes and steri-strips, methodically laying them out on the nearby surface. He began by first of all cleaning the cuts with water, simply biting back on the twinges of pain that arose as a result, ignoring the burning sensation that settled into the ragged corners of every cut. He was pretty sure his mouth was going to be bruised from one flyaway punch that had slipped through his defences, not to mention his earlier altercation with a table. Joseph sat back onto the edge of the bath, ripped denim stretching thinly across one knee and began the clean and repair process. It was all so routine that he could do it blindfolded, he really cloud. With the cuts cleaned and brought together, Joseph disposed of the medical supplies and brushed his thumb over a small cut that lingered beneath his left eye. ( In Room Entertainment ) | ||||||||||
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November 25th, 2009
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| Tonight was about one thing and one thing only: sending a message, a strong powerful message that would echo in the ears of the superiors and cause second thoughts. The approach was far from delicate, it was brutality embodied from the first person taken to the ground to the way in which the imposing force laid claim to the space. Blood soaked through skin, shouts of pain rang in ears long closed to the pleas for mercy and cold detachment served to make every action more calculated than the last. It was only after the bar fell silent that the assault ceased, brought to a lingering end that tugged at the fragile strings tying allegiances to the men that gave the injured parties their marching orders. One of the few standing was Joseph, eyes surveying the destruction that had been reaped by his and two others hands. It was ugly, but sometimes ugly was the only way to get things done - to get a clear message across. Two crimson coloured fingers held a half burned cigarette and knocked ash onto the ground, grey flecks disintegrating into the muddled colours; it would be hell to clean. With cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth Joseph grabbed a hold of a nearby stool and dragged it over to where the previously smart mouthed man laid, Joseph had picked him out as the leader the moment he’d gone off on one. ( Lucky One ) | ||||||||||
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November 23rd, 2009
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| For the last hour a glass of whiskey with half melted ice had stood neglected, forgotten beneath a haze of smoke and hidden undrer a brim of a hat that all but concealed the wearer’s face. It was deliberate, like everything else Joseph did. In his wanderings he’d found a local hotspot for criminals, drug dealers and reprobates - a safe haven in which to drink and be merry. Some more than others. Just like the big guy near the jukebox; he’d drank too much and as a result spent most of his time hassling the young waitress on duty. For the most part it was innocent enough, but there were a few insinuations and tones that didn’t sit very well with Joseph. If there was one thing he hated more than rival gangs it was a man disrespecting a woman. ( Friendly Warning ) | ||||||||||
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November 19th, 2009
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| Smoke hung in the air like an ever present dark cloud, curling around the tapered tips of the fingers that clutched the cigarette that slowly burned away as the man holding it turned his attention to the scattered papers spread across the table in front of him. There were also photographs of meetings, entourages and venues followed by information on habits and everything that Joseph thought was important was noted on a nearby pad. He took a lingering drag from the cigarette and then stubbed out what was left of it, sinking back into the chair as he regarded a photograph closely. Joseph hadn't slept since his arrival in Florida and he'd been living off whiskey, cigarettes and adrenaline alone. He smoothed a hand through his hair and gripped the back of his neck, tossing the photograph onto the table as he let his attention drift to the hotel room for the first time since he'd set foot into it. ( Headed Out ) | ||||||||||
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November 15th, 2009
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| Since he'd been escorted into the white room Joseph had taken his time in learning both mannerisms and expressions of his would be captors coming to the conclusion that the bigger man was in the middle of a nasty divorce or had recently divorced judging by the white band around his left ring finger and the smaller one was having some serious comb over issues. He tapped his fingers against the table and exhaled a breath, reclining back into the uncomfortable metal seat before shifting so the edge of his belt knocked into it causing a resounding clunk in the quiet room. His eyes cut to the bigger man then found their way to the smaller man again, wondering just when their bosses would be in here firing question after question at him. Joseph wet his lower lip and tipped his head, adjusting the way a leather cuff sat around his left wrist. "You any idea how long this is going to be? I have sightseeing to do." He smirked at the responding answers and scowling expressions, shrugging his shoulders a moment later. "Had a feeling you might say that." The index finger of his right hand scratched at a peeling piece of skin on the thumb of that hand before the same hand slipped into a pocket to pull a pack of cigarettes free. If he was going to be stuck in this room then he was sure as hell going to have a smoke, he'd already gone hours without. Joseph pulled a cigarette free and tossed the pack on the table before he slid the filter end in-between his lips, tipping his head into the flame of his lighter. ( We're Watching You ) [NPC Agent Kottler & other NPCs were written by Willow] | ||||||||||
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| The flight had been long and had tried Joseph's somewhat shortened patience given the lack of nicotine in his veins forced upon him by the rest of society. God, he hated public opinion. He breathed out sharply through a set of gritted teeth as the child behind him kicked his seat for what felt like the hundredth time in the last hour alone. All it took was one more kick for Joseph to turn sharply, levelling the overweight brat of a child with a dark glare. "Try it again," he muttered, voice low pitched and intimidating. "I dare you." The child briefly glanced at his feet before regarding Joseph warily until it would seem even this child had some sort of survival instinct as instead of lifting up his leg he dropped back into his seat and contented himself with listening to some godawful music instead. Joseph wasn't entirely sure what was worse. The American-Italian instead chose not to ponder on this and simply resign himself to his fate given that the plane would be landing soon and then he'd be rid of that... thing sat behind him. It wasn't that Joseph hated kids - far from it - he just hated spoilt ones that felt that the world owed them something. He raked his decorated fingers through his hair and smoothed the flat expanse of his palm over the back of his neck, willing the tension away. Nerves couldn't begin to explain what Joseph was feeling. The pressure to succeed was immense and he knew he couldn't let Don Moretti down; if he did, he might as well put both feet into a bucket, fill it with wet cement himself and jump right into the nearest body of water, save the Don the trouble of getting the goons to do it for him. ( Same Old Routine ) | ||||||||||
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annoyedOctober 30th, 2009
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artisticJuly 22nd, 2009
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