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how do you feel about marcus?

“I think he’s a very capable person, and I feel like in my time working for him I’ve come to respect him. On a personal level I question the company he chooses to keep, but it’s not really my place to say. He’s also way too smug for his own good. I still wonder how he managed to piss some guy off enough to actually shoot him.“

( @marcussblackman )

#✧.*･ﾟ( marcus blackman )#✧.*･ﾟ( ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀs )

#✧.*･ﾟ( ᴠɪsᴀɢᴇ )

marcussblackman

you should pay sana more

“Oi, who let you peek at my payroll, huh? Haven’t heard a complaint from her yet as far as that’s concerned. I pay my people well, thanks.“

( @sanaxehsan )

#✧.*･ﾟ( ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ )#✧.*･ﾟ( marcus blackman )#( AHEM i think we know who to look to for this )

Maddox.

“Oh right your flatmate, roommate, whatever,..No I’m not a friend of his.” He hadn’t checked if the guy was in the house before entering but it wasn’t like it would have made a change, nor would it matter if he were to arrived suddenly. “Is good that you eat your veggies you know, keeps you healthy, especially since your memory doesn’t seem to be the best lately.” He watched her closely mainly to see what she was going to do and react accordingly, he was hoping that she was smart enough not to try anything stupid, he was armed though for this he didn’t even need to me armed. He had the nagging feeling he had seen her before, but it was vague, more than likely he had seen someone that looked similar to her once or something. “Why don’t you take a seat I think we should talk about that memory of yours.”

The panic she was working to qualm while trying not to jump to conclusions at a stranger being in her home, her safe space, was all that encompassed her mind when he declared he wasn’t one of Antoni’s friends. A small part of her had known that considering her flatmate would never spring a friend on her without at least a text giving her the heads up. It had really been about trying to give herself the moment of preparation before the anxiety of the situation kicked in, recent events made it all the more worse.

With the way he was talking to her she had that feeling in the pit of her stomach that she knew exactly who this was, or at least what he was here in regards to. She’d only been asking for it for two months now. Though she didn’t think a meeting would happen like this with her having no time to prepare herself.

Gripping her phone a little more firmer she stood rod straight, not moving from where she stood beyond the living space. Sana had no intention to sit with him not when he had invaded her privacy in this way. However, there was no way in hell she was letting him see her sweat. “My memory is just fine, I just have a very limited tolerance for bullshit. How dare you break into my apartment?” She demanded, eyes blazing with anger.

#✧.*･ﾟ( ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs )#✧.*･ﾟ( maddox sisero )#❛ ━ ✧.*･ﾟ( ⁰ ⁰ ⁷ › sᴀɴᴀ )#mental health tw

sunrishe

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rhidley

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Maddox.

Maddox could be very easy going, patient even, some may even say out of the Caporegimes he was the easiest to deal with, and it was true when he was happy and you were on his good side -usually only members of the mafia were on his good side though.- But one thing he didn’t like were people that tried to make a fool of the mafia and not do what they were expected to do. Now Maddox usually didn’t deal with collecting the money debtors owed them, but he was informed one of them was months behind and well that just wouldn’t do, but before he took things to an extreme he decided he’d have a little chat with this person. He got all the information and he was off to meet this Sana girl, who maybe thought that just because her father wasn’t around she didn’t have to pay anymore. He arrived at her home, he let himself in -lock picking was something he learned early in life and this was easy- and sat on the living room to wait. A while later he heard someone opened the door and once he saw whom he assumed was Sana “Hello there, hope you don’t mind I let myself in.”

Sana was getting home a little later than she normally did as her commute from Marcus’ was longer than from the office. She’d also decided to stop by the grocery store on her way home rather than waiting till the weekend for her normal trip. Sana had found herself was craving some comfort food and she knew she didn’t have the ingredients she needed for a chicken noddle soup or risotto, her two favorite options with such a craving. Hugging the overflowing bag to her chest she fished out her keys and got the lock open lightly nudging the door open with her foot. Walking in to the sudden sight and voice of a stranger, she couldn’t help but jump out startled. The jostling causing a few vegetables in the bag to drop from the bag. Gapping at the man in her living room she frowned, though then remembered her flatmate and took a small breath trying not to jump to conclusions. “...Are you one of Antoni’s friends?” she asked slowly. Not looking away from him all together she bent down cautiously to pick up the vegetables tucking them back in the bag and resting it on the ground against the island of the connected living space.

#✧.*･ﾟ( ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs )#✧.*･ﾟ( maddox sisero )#❛ ━ ✧.*･ﾟ( ⁰ ⁰ ⁷ › sᴀɴᴀ )

Marcus.

A part of him had been curious to see how Sana would react, much in the same way as observing an owner might have been interested in seeing how their pet reacted to a sudden change in the household. Being battered and bloody was practically part of the fine print when one joined the mafia, and all things considered he was still in fairly decent shape. But Sana, who was just about as civilian as it got, likely never saw anything that looked like this. Watching as she paled at the sight of him, Marcus sighed. He supposed her reaction was what one would have expected, but if this was the extent of what she could handle, he would need to take extra precautions that she remain as far away from his double life as possible. Last night was….a miscalculation.

“Nah, I don’t like the atmosphere. Besides, I managed to get a friend to sew me up. I’ll be up and running within weeks.“ The truth of the matter was that if he had been forced to go to a hospital, there would have been questions, and Marcus didn’t much like questions unless he was the one asking them. No, the Italian mafia had other resources to deal with this sort of thing. However, given that she seemed to be on the verge of tears, he would at least offer the minimal level of comfort. “It’s not as bad as it looks. The guy wasn’t aiming for anything vital. Had the chance to if he had wanted, but he was never going to do it. Security had him surrounded in seconds.”

Given the texts she had sent him while he was preoccupied, it seemed as though his fifteen seconds of fame had already come and gone in favour of something far more interesting. “I read your texts when I woke up. Given that you’re in one piece, I imagine you got out all right? No issues I need to deal with related to Golightly?” Marcus asked, watching Sana keenly. “What happened Sana?”

Had things not taken such a drastic turn the night before Sana would perhaps not be reacting the way that she was in that moment. She most definitely would not be this emotionally driven in front of her boss. But last night had been madness, and far from anything she had expected or ever thought she needed to prepare for, that simply wasn’t her life. Things like that didn’t just happen to you. Would she have been very concerned for her boss, yes. But her current state had very little to do with him, and everything to do with the fact that she’d seen the life leave someone, there beside her one minute then gone the next. She had so vividly felt her mortality in that moment, and in that state she’d picked up a weapon that could’ve just as easily made her no different than the man she’d aimed it at. Self defense or not.

She really didn’t have it in her to argue with him like she might had otherwise. Logically wouldn’t go to the hospital after getting shot, that didn’t seem right. But her emotions were driving her not the usual logic. Which was why she didn’t even know what to begin to say about the bits of information he was offering on how he’d ended up in his current state. She only nodded at what he was saying as if it was making sense to her. When he brought up her happenings of the night before she finally looked up at him, realizing than she’d been so focused on his wound that she’d barely looked at his face at all.

She exhaled slowly as she tried to gather where to even begin. Slowly she recounted the chain of events to him. The sudden outburst in the main hall, the bullets flying in every direction, the chaos as everyone sought safety. How she tried to go to the second floor balcony because the main exit was bottlenecked. The scene she’d walked into, how the body had just toppled on top of her spurting blood as the life went out of the man. How she’d picked up and aimed the gun at the guy standing over her and the lifeless man, and how it went off in her hands. “He wasn’t going to hurt me. I don’t know what...I-...I could’ve. I wasn’t really trying to, but what if I hadn’t missed?”

#✧.*･ﾟ( ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs )#✧.*･ﾟ( marcus blackman )#❛ ━ ✧.*･ﾟ( ⁰ ⁰ ⁵ › sᴀɴᴀ )

Antoni.

He realized he shouldn’t have rushed at her, not after how chaotic the crowd of hotel guests had been running and pushing in every direction. Or maybe she thought he was going to hurt her. He didn’t blame her with how messy the evening had turned and halted to leave space between them. “It’s just me.” Antoni offered quietly, his own empty hands raising to show he was unarmed. He had been sharing the apartment with her for over a year now and in that time Antoni had never seen her like this, crying and looking on the verge of breaking down.

“You’re not hurt?” It wasn’t her blood. That fact didn’t settle his nerves at all. Had she been another friend, he would have hugged her by now, but this was Sana. They had made progress in their friendship little by little over the past few months and he respected that it took time with her, that she needed her space. But he hated feeling useless and like he couldn’t help. “What happened?”

The space allowed for Sana to calm herself down a bit. She throat felt raw, and she felt absolutely filthy. This was the girl that washed her hands after so much as touching anything with moisture or tackiness to it no matter what it may be, hands covered in another persons blood, some of it splattered across her front she felt like crawling out of own skin. She moved around him to the kitchen just past the hall wasting no time in running her hands under the sink.

It was only after she’d scrubbed away the crimson that coated her hands and taken out her water bottle from the fridge and gulped down half of it that she felt settled enough to speak, to respond to his concern. “I’m not hurt.” She reaffirmed, sounding a bit more like herself for the moment trying to hold it together. “I was trying to get out, this man had just...he’d just- stabbed someone in the throat,” she had to paused so she didn’t choke on her words all together as the horrid picture played out in her mind. “I was turning the corner and the body nearly toppled on top of me. It’s his blood.” she said, blinking away tears, reaching up she wiped at her face fingers coming away with smudges of black and nude, she could only imagine what a mess she must look like.

#✧.*･ﾟ( ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs )#✧.*･ﾟ( antoni nowak )#❛ ━ ✧.*･ﾟ( ⁰ ⁰ ⁶ › sᴀɴᴀ )#blood tw #death mention tw

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Antoni.

What he would have liked to do was collapse on his bed and sleep off the madness that had erupted at the hotel, but it was highly unlikely. If it wasn’t the gunshots that still seemed to ring in his ears, then it was the worry he felt because his flatmate still hadn’t returned home. He had lost track of Sana in all the panic and with his texts going unanswered, Antoni had hoped that by some chance she had just beat him back to the apartment. “Fuck.” Just as he was bringing his phone to his ear to try calling, he heard the door. Immediately he quit pacing in the kitchen to check who was there.

It wasn’t like anyone else had a key to the apartment, but what he saw wasn’t what he was expecting. It was Sana, but instead of feeling relief, he was alarmed. Antoni had made it out of the hotel unscathed; at worst, he felt dirty and looked unkempt after the night’s events. But Sana… “You’re bleeding. Where are you hurt?” He stepped forward, searching for any wounds. Of course it didn’t click right away that it might not be as bad as it looked if she managed to make it back. “We can get you to a hospital.”

( @sanaxehsan )

Still very much shaken up, and barely able to comprehend just what had gone down that evening Sana was going through the mechanics at that point. She’d walked a few blocks after getting out of the hotel, as fast as her unsuitable footwear would allow and when she’d felt safe enough to catch her breath she’d called an uber. The driver had shown concern, asked questions offered to take her to the hospital but hadn’t gotten much of a response from Sana. She barely said anything before climbing out of the car and heading into the building.

Within the safety of her apartment she’d taken a small breath of relief when Antoni came rushing into the hall causing her to throw her guard up in sudden panic. She held her hands up stepping back from him until she really looked at him, and a fresh spill of tears marked her face. She could only manage to shake her head for several moments. “It’s not my blood, it’s not mine.” She choked out, bringing her hands up to wipe at her face though letting then hang in the air in front of her face as she looked at the dried crimson that coated them still.

#✧.*･ﾟ( ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs )#✧.*･ﾟ( antoni nowak )#❛ ━ ✧.*･ﾟ( ⁰ ⁰ ⁶ › sᴀɴᴀ )

Marcus.

It was in the early hours of the morning, when dawn had long since broken, before Marcus staggered his way back home. Baby, who had been tending to him for most of the night, was no doubt equally exhausted. She had been asleep when he placed a new hundred dollar bill on her tabletop with a quick note, hailing a taxi so that he could rest in peace. One of his guards managed to get him to a couch before the Underboss dismissed him, hoping to get a few hours of shuteye while he was still in a drug-induced state. But only a scant three hours had passed until the pain in his leg flared up again, and he had to groggily text one of his runners to find a stronger painkiller.

He heard the doorbell ring just as he texted out his orders for the day, having a rather solid idea of who might be visiting. After all, he was hours late to the office that morning. “In the living room! Just follow the hall and swing a right.“ Marcus called out, his voice echoing in the mostly vacant space. Thank god Kazia hadn’t been returned quite yet; that would have been one hell of a mess to explain. The Underboss struggled to sit up, careful not to pop the clumsy stitching that held pieces of his thigh together. But the torn and bloodied suit that he hadn’t bothered changing out of couldn’t hide what happened.

“Sana! I was thinking of taking the next couple days off. You think you could rearrange some of my meetings to video chat?” He called out, offering some level of humour despite his tough circumstances. “Wild party last night, huh?“

Turning away from the staircase, Sana slowly descended the hallway with a sinking feeling in her stomach all of the sudden which made her wish she could simply turn back, go home and climb into bed to ride out this panic that she was just now realizing. It had been years since she’d felt this way so it was quite easy for her to forget it was even still something she might be faced with. Her pounding heart beat only seemed to make it all the worse.

She wasn’t too certain if she’d blanched of all color before she entered the space and got a good look at him or after. Her creamy skin normally full of hues of golden and rose due to her lineage was in the moment truly ghostly, as shivers raced up her spine. Her normally imperceptible face spoke of her state plain as day in that moment. And video calls were the last thing on her mind.

“W-why aren’t you at the hospital?” She managed shakily coming closer but stopping as she caught better sight of the bandage, torn pant leg, and dried blood. A hand shot up to cover her mouth though she pulled it back looking at her hand for a second worried she still had blood on it. She dropped it to her side in a rush, balling her hand into a small fist. The shower of bullets, the panicked screaming, the blood, and the sight of a dead man still twitching his blood still hot coating her...and now this. Her boss who wasn’t even there yet hurt none the less it was all too much for her. She could feel her eyes burning and she reached out to grip a chair to steady herself. “You should be in the hospital you were shot.” She said almost mechanically as if she could force herself to sound okay when everything else said otherwise.

#✧.*･ﾟ( ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs )#✧.*･ﾟ( marcus blackman )#❛ ━ ✧.*･ﾟ( ⁰ ⁰ ⁵ › sᴀɴᴀ )

Marcus.

Sana had taken a shower promptly after returning home safely the night before. Yet she’d stood under the shower head for far too long a second time that morning only hours later. She hadn’t been able to sleep much and she was hoping the rush of cold water would wake her up seeing as she felt exhausted still. And because she wanted to scrub away at her skin a second time out of paranoia that there was still blood lingering on her. Her morning routine was usually meticulous, but this morning just consisted of her putting her hair up in a bun, and dabbing on some moisturizer before she got dressed in a mock neck long back dress that hit her mid calf as it was the easiest garment in her closet to wear and still look put together in. She even skipped breakfast and coffee which was a usual must for her.

No, she was choosing to direct all her attention to the thought of her injured boss, because she didn’t know where to even begin processing the shootout at the hotel last night.

Arriving to Marcus’ house she rung the doorbell, only to remember he might not be on his feet yet. She tried the knob relieved that it gave way and she allowed herself in. Glancing around she stood uncertain for a moment before she simply called out to see where he might be. “Marcus? Are you upstairs?”