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@mafioso-sonnellino
Pinned!
The Sonnellino Family; Everyone knows who they are. If not for their incredibly popular and successful casino, then for their reputation on the more... hidden and taboo side of things.
Regardless of how you know them, everyone knows one thing:
"Never mess with the Sonnellinos."
(Ooc info, as well as icon credit, under the cut!)
Loud microphone feedback, like an unreasonably loud sound coming from outside. Who the fuck is doing that at this hour? It's like 2 AM...
Outside there's a van, someone holding a microphone that's connected to a speaker and saying, "Yoooo, it's me, I know you want me dead or whatever but I got a question for ya'." A pause. "It's work related."
@sorrowful-spirits
Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on who you wanted), Mafioso is not the one to greet you. He's just now getting up, blinking the grogginess out of his eyes and groaning in annoyance.
What meets the van outside the mansion is Sonny, Mafioso's soldier. And he looks piiiiiiiisssed.
"Who the fuck are you and what the fuck do you want?" He shouts at the van. "It's two in the FUCKING morning! If you want to talk to the boss, you make an ADMINS-DAMNED PHONECALL and you do it in ADVANCE!"
Demetrio is right behind Sonny, sighing at the Soldier's potty mouth.
Sorrow's sitting on top of of the van with the speaker set up. Completely unbothered and downing what can only he assumed to be the third damn energy drink in an hour. "Hey, not who I was shooting for but it works." A pause as they unplug the microphone and drop it onto the pavement.
"Anyways-" They pull out a pen and clipboard, click the pen and say, "Can I bug you with some questions? I'm working a case on a property you used to own and I kinda need the details if I'm gonna sort this one out. Lots of angry spirits in that bitch, honestly this one gig is gonna take like three weeks and probably keep me fed for just as long. But yeah, anyways, uh, details on..."
They skim the clipboard which is just filled to the brim with messy handwriting and subpar doodles, there's maybe one readable note on the whole thing and its a post it. "Ah, right. It's the old store that used to be a front operation, the one downtown, close to that place that also got outed for being a front operation. Ring any bells?"
They flipped over, laying on their back and chewing on the end of the pen. "Oh, and don't worry about how I got this info. You don't got a mole or nothing, ghosts just tend to talk alot."
...Sonny looks at them blankly.
"Hey." Demetrio barks, in a stern voice. "You watch your mouth. You're makin' a lotta assumptions here. This is the kinda talk for the boss only. And if you wanna speak with him, you ask in advance. He's a busy man with a busy schedule, and he needs his sleep. If we let every Idiota chiacchierone talk to the boss, he'd be gettin' more gray hairs from stress than he already is."
"So in case you didn't understand all that," Sonny cuts in with a cheerful voice. "BEAT IT, SCRUB." He drops the cheerfulness in favor of a rough shout.
Sonny turns on his heel, muttering angrily under his breath. Something about "Fucking assholes" and "Beauty sleep". Demetrio turns and watches him go before turning back to Sorrow.
He opens his mouth to say something else, but the doors of the mansion open and out walks Mafioso, hastily tying a black furred robe around himself. "Alright, alright, I'm here." He mutters, passing Sonny as the soldier walks back inside.
"Hey, Don." Demetrio greets.
"Hmgh." Mafioso squints up at the van. "So who're you, and what makes you think you can pull up to my driveway at 2 in the morning with a megaphone, eh? That's not a very polite thing to do, you understand. I was in the middle of a very pleasant dream."
"Listen either you tell me or this takes four weeks instead of three because I get the info from the ghosts lingering at your other cites. I am not easily deterred and it's a fact I'm quite proud of."
Sorrow flips over again, laying on their stomach atop the van. "Listen, I've got all night, I'm glad to wait."
Then the man of the hour shows up and Sorrow perks up immediately. "Hey! There ya' are. Been a while, I understand I look different, several trips to the spectral plane will do that to ya', uh, hang on I think I got a pre...whatever the fuck happened to me photo in here somewhere."
Sorrow promptly, slides down the front of the van, nearly falling flat on his face in the process. Then opening the van door and digging around in the glove box for a second before pulling something out. "Here we go, see the resemblance now big guy?"
They hold up the photo and low and behold...it's the debtor that vanished with half a million some time ago. They looked different then, no pale white skin, no black eyes or blue hair. Just your standard robloxian.
And he...literally just showed up here. To ask for info. No intent of explaining himself, or apologizing...
Sorrow held the photo up for a few more seconds before clocking the obvious tension in the air now. "...Okay, so yes to the bad blood still?"
As soon as the photo is unveiled, Mafioso's eyes harden. Oh yeah, that's a rare treat. Since he's just woken up, you get to see his face un-hidden by the shadow of his hat. Mafioso has trained himself to be unreadable, but there are still miniscule tells if you know what to look for. And a lot of those tells are in his eyes.
"'Bad Blood' is quite the cocky understatement." Mafioso says, lowly. He gets a better look at Sorrow, trying to decipher what happened to him to change him so drastically. "You have a lot of nerve, buddy."
Demetrio glances over at Mafioso, and Mafioso nods. Demetrio turns around and speed-walks back into the mansion.
"You understand how much you've hurt my family, eh? And then you go out and pull this, waking me up from my bed for... what, even? Just to be rude?"
Mafioso frowns. "You'd better have a damn good reason for waking me and my men up like this."
How many hats does Mafioso exactly have? I’m guessing it’s more than one…
"I got this one," Mafioso points to the hat on his head. "A spare, and a spare for the spare. Three total."
"What about your fancier hat, the one for special occasions?" Tony asks.
"Oh, yeah. That one too. Four hats."
Does Maf. wear one of those silk feather robes that have a long trail to bed, like the wife of a rich old businessman would have? (Bonus points if it’s pink and paired with bunny slippers)
..........
"Nun' of your business." Mafioso says, leaning back.
Loud microphone feedback, like an unreasonably loud sound coming from outside. Who the fuck is doing that at this hour? It's like 2 AM...
Outside there's a van, someone holding a microphone that's connected to a speaker and saying, "Yoooo, it's me, I know you want me dead or whatever but I got a question for ya'." A pause. "It's work related."
@sorrowful-spirits
Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on who you wanted), Mafioso is not the one to greet you. He's just now getting up, blinking the grogginess out of his eyes and groaning in annoyance.
What meets the van outside the mansion is Sonny, Mafioso's soldier. And he looks piiiiiiiisssed.
"Who the fuck are you and what the fuck do you want?" He shouts at the van. "It's two in the FUCKING morning! If you want to talk to the boss, you make an ADMINS-DAMNED PHONECALL and you do it in ADVANCE!"
Demetrio is right behind Sonny, sighing at the Soldier's potty mouth.
Sorrow's sitting on top of of the van with the speaker set up. Completely unbothered and downing what can only he assumed to be the third damn energy drink in an hour. "Hey, not who I was shooting for but it works." A pause as they unplug the microphone and drop it onto the pavement.
"Anyways-" They pull out a pen and clipboard, click the pen and say, "Can I bug you with some questions? I'm working a case on a property you used to own and I kinda need the details if I'm gonna sort this one out. Lots of angry spirits in that bitch, honestly this one gig is gonna take like three weeks and probably keep me fed for just as long. But yeah, anyways, uh, details on..."
They skim the clipboard which is just filled to the brim with messy handwriting and subpar doodles, there's maybe one readable note on the whole thing and its a post it. "Ah, right. It's the old store that used to be a front operation, the one downtown, close to that place that also got outed for being a front operation. Ring any bells?"
They flipped over, laying on their back and chewing on the end of the pen. "Oh, and don't worry about how I got this info. You don't got a mole or nothing, ghosts just tend to talk alot."
...Sonny looks at them blankly.
"Hey." Demetrio barks, in a stern voice. "You watch your mouth. You're makin' a lotta assumptions here. This is the kinda talk for the boss only. And if you wanna speak with him, you ask in advance. He's a busy man with a busy schedule, and he needs his sleep. If we let every Idiota chiacchierone talk to the boss, he'd be gettin' more gray hairs from stress than he already is."
"So in case you didn't understand all that," Sonny cuts in with a cheerful voice. "BEAT IT, SCRUB." He drops the cheerfulness in favor of a rough shout.
Sonny turns on his heel, muttering angrily under his breath. Something about "Fucking assholes" and "Beauty sleep". Demetrio turns and watches him go before turning back to Sorrow.
He opens his mouth to say something else, but the doors of the mansion open and out walks Mafioso, hastily tying a black furred robe around himself. "Alright, alright, I'm here." He mutters, passing Sonny as the soldier walks back inside.
"Hey, Don." Demetrio greets.
"Hmgh." Mafioso squints up at the van. "So who're you, and what makes you think you can pull up to my driveway at 2 in the morning with a megaphone, eh? That's not a very polite thing to do, you understand. I was in the middle of a very pleasant dream."
What’s ur favorite thing about running/working in a casino? :D
"The suckers." Sonny snorts. "You know, the confident idiots that go all in on some stupid bet. The looks on their faces as they lose it all never gets old."
Connor taps his chin. "Ehh, I like how some of the machines look!"
Demetrio nods his head at Sonny. "What Sonny said. That's my favorite, too."
"It's a stable job." Tony says. "Give people entertainment, give 'em a vice, and then sell it to them. Works like a charm. If you were lookin' for the boss's answer, eh.. Let's just say if you're looking for his favorite part of the job, this ain't it."
Loud microphone feedback, like an unreasonably loud sound coming from outside. Who the fuck is doing that at this hour? It's like 2 AM...
Outside there's a van, someone holding a microphone that's connected to a speaker and saying, "Yoooo, it's me, I know you want me dead or whatever but I got a question for ya'." A pause. "It's work related."
@sorrowful-spirits
Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on who you wanted), Mafioso is not the one to greet you. He's just now getting up, blinking the grogginess out of his eyes and groaning in annoyance.
What meets the van outside the mansion is Sonny, Mafioso's soldier. And he looks piiiiiiiisssed.
"Who the fuck are you and what the fuck do you want?" He shouts at the van. "It's two in the FUCKING morning! If you want to talk to the boss, you make an ADMINS-DAMNED PHONECALL and you do it in ADVANCE!"
Demetrio is right behind Sonny, sighing at the Soldier's potty mouth.
Ever got rival gangs planning evil shit to you?
"They're not gangs." Tony snaps.
"Ey, go easy on 'em, Tony. They don't know any better." Mafioso says. "You know how the media likes to paint us, all bloodthirsty and trigger happy."
Tony sighs. "'Course, boss."
"We get plenty 'a rivals families trying to knock us down a peg." Mafioso says, taking a drag from his cigar. He exhales the smoke. "They don't understand the good we do for our people, heh heh."
(Hello, random burst of motivation to do this blog Go.)
(Feel free to send in some new asks, and expect some answers from old asks too!)
Jaundice Child
(So yello... so lemon... so citrus...)
As he sat in his office, looking over paperwork and such, he couldn’t help but feel like he was being watched, possibly by something, or someone, all of the sudden… There was weird, faint crackling, like some kind of electrical noise, from a game or something, just behind him… he didn’t think much of it, until he heard it, a little whiny, tiny voice.
“You LEFT me… You promised you’d be there… hmph!”
-@raff0rtysambush
Mafioso was immediately on edge as soon as he felt like he was being watched. He glanced around his office, and by the time the electrical sounds started and the voice appeared, he was already on guard to fight anything that might be trying to get at him.
But, luckily, it's not an assassin. Just a kid. Hell, not just a kid, It's Raffy!
"Raffy! You keep gettin' in here... How in the world are you managin'?"
He sighs, rubbing his neck. "Sorry for leavin', kid. There was some, uh... Business here that I had to leave alone for a bit."
He kneels down so he's on the same level as Raffy. "But I'm here now, eh? What's been troublin' you, kiddo?"
It seemssss… the child is stubborn, and doesn’t want to speak… she stares at him with beady little black eyes that somehow make him feel fairly guilty… the child is fluffier than last he saw them! Hopefully it won’t get all over the carpet…
"Aww, kid, c'mon... If you don't tell me anythin' then I can't help you out. I know you're upset, but, eh... Ah!"
He has an idea. He turns back to his desk and looks around on it. He picks up a sand dollar he found there and turns back to Rafforty.
"Here. I found this at the beach at my vacation. It's a sand dollar, eh? You can have it."
The child took the sand dollar in her fuzzy paws gently, inspecting it, holding it up close to her eyes and nose, sniffing.
She huffed quietly, looking up at him slightly.
“I guess I can forgive you… gee, I wonder what I could buy with sea-money… I was just really worried! You weren’t here when I tried looking, it made me scared! What if you were hurt?… oh! I was practicing my cool teleporting stuff, but it didn’t really work. I’m still getting used to it, it’s pretty buggy… by the way, whoever you had in charge was a total buttface! They didn’t let me in at all.”
She pouted slightly, tightening her grip on the sand dollar as her tail coiled and flickered behind her. Her face softened slightly as she continued.
“I’m getting better at my teleporting, but there was this one really funny time where I teleported to the completely wrong place! I can’t read the screen really well on my weird new magic stuff, so I just try thinking real hard about where I wanna go, but that doesn’t work well often. I gotta get more specific…”
She shook her head gently before starting again.
“So, I was thinking really hard about casinos, cuz that’s where you’re at! But when I did, I showed up at exactly the wrong place! It was still a casino, but not nearly as pretty as yours. I walked around, and I thought I saw one of your men, he sure looked like it, with the suit and the cool glasses and a hat like yours too! When I asked him if he knew where you were, he gave me a really funny, twisted up look, kinda like what I look like when I’m in deep trouble. He pulled me close and bent over, askin’ me all these questions, like how I knew you and where I came from, and who I worked for! I don’t got a job! After I answered them, he told me never to be around you again, that you were bad business and I couldn’t trust you. He said I’d be safer not knowing or being around you. Then he walked me out the building and I left on foot- er… paw. Who was that guy? He was goofy, thinking you’re dangerous! Ha ha! I’m not gonna listen to him, silly guy… he had this cool gold tooth too. But whatever. Funny story, right?”
The child giggled fondly at the memory, like it was such a crazy thing. Some random guy, telling her he was bad news and that she needed to stay away, who did he think he was? Her uncle Don wasn’t a bad guy! He was the kindest adult she knew.
"Eh, my pal Demetrio was in charge while I was away. I shoulda told him you would try to visit... But you gotta understand, kid, a casino ain't a place for kids like you."
Once she starts describing the other guy, his face darkens.
"...Did you happen t' catch this guy's name, Raffy?"
He shakes his head lightly and smiles again. "If he's who I think he is, he's just some jerk trying to spread rumors about my Family. Don't listen to 'im, eh? Me and my men would never hurt you or getcha in trouble."
This kid can teleport? ...Weird. He'd have to see it in action.
How is everyone else feeling? Did everything go smoothly while Maf. was gone?
Demetrio snorts, setting his book down. "'Smoothly', they say. What a joke."
"We can't get into the details," Tony says. "Family stuff, you understand. Just got a bit messy for the boss, is all."
"And this guy's big mouth didn't help matters." Connor roughly pokes Sonny.
"Oh, shut up." Sonny smacks Connor's hand away. "I said one thing."
"There's a reason we kept you away from the negotiations, Sonny." Demetrio says.
"Yo, are you still reading those cat books, Dem?" Connor cuts in, noticing the book Demetrio was holding. "I swear you woulda been done with those by now!"
"Please, I'm not even close." Demetrio rolls his eyes. "This is only the second book of the first series."
"Aren't those books for 5th graders?" Sonny grunts.
"Sta' zitto, idiota. You have no place to talk when you like that... what was it, horse girl racing game?"
"Hey, hey, no! Connor forced me to play that after I lost a bet!"
"YOU STILL PLAY IT! I HEARD YOU CRYING AFTER HARU URA'S CAREER, YOU LIAR!" Connor exclaims.
"SHUT YOUR MOUTH!" Sonny snaps back.
can i scratch under your chin boss
"Nope. Weird thing t' ask someone y' barely even know, eh?" He snorts.
As he sat in his office, looking over paperwork and such, he couldn’t help but feel like he was being watched, possibly by something, or someone, all of the sudden… There was weird, faint crackling, like some kind of electrical noise, from a game or something, just behind him… he didn’t think much of it, until he heard it, a little whiny, tiny voice.
“You LEFT me… You promised you’d be there… hmph!”
-@raff0rtysambush
Mafioso was immediately on edge as soon as he felt like he was being watched. He glanced around his office, and by the time the electrical sounds started and the voice appeared, he was already on guard to fight anything that might be trying to get at him.
But, luckily, it's not an assassin. Just a kid. Hell, not just a kid, It's Raffy!
"Raffy! You keep gettin' in here... How in the world are you managin'?"
He sighs, rubbing his neck. "Sorry for leavin', kid. There was some, uh... Business here that I had to leave alone for a bit."
He kneels down so he's on the same level as Raffy. "But I'm here now, eh? What's been troublin' you, kiddo?"
It seemssss… the child is stubborn, and doesn’t want to speak… she stares at him with beady little black eyes that somehow make him feel fairly guilty… the child is fluffier than last he saw them! Hopefully it won’t get all over the carpet…
"Aww, kid, c'mon... If you don't tell me anythin' then I can't help you out. I know you're upset, but, eh... Ah!"
He has an idea. He turns back to his desk and looks around on it. He picks up a sand dollar he found there and turns back to Rafforty.
"Here. I found this at the beach at my vacation. It's a sand dollar, eh? You can have it."
OK I WAS LITERALLY JUST SCROLLING ON SHORTS AND I FOUND THIS VIDEO, T-THATS… THATS LITERALLY… G-GUYS, THATS LITERALLY-
AM I GOING NUTS
(( Wait but what the fuck that is literally just mafioso's fit. How in the fuck??))
Where’d you go on vacation to? 🤔
Mafioso leans back in his chair as he speaks, holding a cigar between his fingers. "Ahh, you know. Somewhere nice, somewhere remote. Somewhere I could take my mind off things. Somewhere away from all the hulabaloo..." He looks at you from under his hat, one eye showing through the shadow. "Somewhere you don't need ta know about, eh?"
As he sat in his office, looking over paperwork and such, he couldn’t help but feel like he was being watched, possibly by something, or someone, all of the sudden… There was weird, faint crackling, like some kind of electrical noise, from a game or something, just behind him… he didn’t think much of it, until he heard it, a little whiny, tiny voice.
“You LEFT me… You promised you’d be there… hmph!”
-@raff0rtysambush
Mafioso was immediately on edge as soon as he felt like he was being watched. He glanced around his office, and by the time the electrical sounds started and the voice appeared, he was already on guard to fight anything that might be trying to get at him.
But, luckily, it's not an assassin. Just a kid. Hell, not just a kid, It's Raffy!
"Raffy! You keep gettin' in here... How in the world are you managin'?"
He sighs, rubbing his neck. "Sorry for leavin', kid. There was some, uh... Business here that I had to leave alone for a bit."
He kneels down so he's on the same level as Raffy. "But I'm here now, eh? What's been troublin' you, kiddo?"
