eudora approached someone on the streets, her notepad in her hands. “excuse me? could i ask you a couple questions about the gang wars going on? i’m writing an article for the paper.”
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eudora approached someone on the streets, her notepad in her hands. “excuse me? could i ask you a couple questions about the gang wars going on? i’m writing an article for the paper.”
@mcrcki | for Marlene
Why had he agreed on being the damn get away driver? Why was he in this situation to begin with? He hated every second of this. From one war into a another, it felt like he was cursed. But he already knew that he was. Sitting on a park bench, running a hand through his hair, he sighed. Not even knowing that Marlene had seen him and was approaching him.
mara jade had spent a lot of time consumed with the dark side; her whole life up until she got here, actually. she had been the emperors hand, an assassin to palpatine, and later in life, a smuggler. she had spent a lot of her life killing rebels and corrupt imperials and just knew it as a way of life. after arriving here, and learning the way that things worked, she had decided to join the hargreeves as a hit(wo)man. she was willing to kill anyone whom they needed out of their way with no questions asked. she was well respected as most people were intimidated or scared of her; something she was well used to.
her search for luke skywalker continued, even when she got here. the last task that she was given from palpatine, as he was dying, was to find skywalker and kill him. after a while of searching, she found nothing; no leads. no skywalker. she grew weary and as she felt the connection from palpatine disappear, so did her desire to kill luke skywalker.
as she took a sip from her drink, she looked up to see someone standing over her, probably to give her another job for the night, which she was hoping she could have off. “can i help you?” she asked, placing her drink back down on the table. “i was hoping to have the night off, if you don’t mind.”
“ a little party never killed nobody “
it starts with a cheer throughout all the homes in washington, dc. televisions broadcast the clock counting down and yells follow the countdown. ten, nine, eight - the countdown continues. new years resolutions are filled throughout the city, to find loved one, for friends and family to remember, to have a better year than last year. seven, six, five - the champagne and bubbly are filled in glasses for those who wish to drink, fun accessories worn to welcome the new year. four - the cheers get louder as the final three seconds of 2019 continue the count down. three, two, one. but once ‘one’ is said or heard - the televisions blink. the cellphones, the fancy cars, the debit and credit cards are gone. technology of the 21st century are void from ever existing.
2019 has ended, 2020 is supposed to come, but everything has changed in just a blink of an eye. the year might be 2020, but all that can be heard is the music blasting over radios and the cops pounding on the doors confiscating liquor. the roaring twenties are here as the clock strikes midnight; it’s as if modern day never existed. the bars are empty, those who once found themselves as bartenders are no longer such - unless they find themselves hidden away in speakeasies. mob mentality runs through the streets because if you’re not in one, you’re against them. it’s a fight between the government and the mob - the mafia is at it’s height.
welcome to washington, dc. buildings are being constructed, bars are hidden in the back of restaurants and basements, and violent crime seems to be higher. but like always - family means blood. and with blood, citizens are finding themselves allied with forces bigger than them. influential mobsters run the streets, but there’s a war among them. diego hargreeves and alecto carrow battle for dominance in the city; and citizens are found to be either with the hargreeves or the death eaters. who they’re affiliated with isn’t something that’s chosen; it’s something the city forces upon them, except for those who manage to separate themselves in unaffiliated parties. family, couples, and friends are separated. it’s like the capulet’s and the montague’s all over again - but this time, the stakes are higher. welcome to the roaring twenties, not everything is what it seems.
jeyne was so uncomfortable with this whole gang thing - she just wished things would be normal like they were before. with a sigh she grabbed her bag and left the speakeasy, she had been working for the majority of the night and knew it wasn’t the best idea to walk home alone this late, but she didn’t have any other choice. she was apprehensive about working in the speakeasy at first, the patrons who frequented the small hole in the wall were despicable, they reminded her of him - wandering eyes and grabbing hands - before jeyne would have recoiled back into her shell, but now she fought back, slapping their hands back and biting back when they made remarks towards her. when she finally got home, she removed her coat and slipped her shoes off her feet, hoping that mya would be home. “mya?” she called into the mostly dark apartment.
private starter for @tragcdysewn ( mya stone )
@cquity for padme | you are my mom boogie woogie woogie | cont. from here
her heart was racing, blood pounding in her ears as panic resonated in her chest. she knew going out was dangerous, but she’d found her way to be careful, to be safe.. or at least, she thought. gunshots had exploded around her, missing her just enough for leia to run, grabbing the woman who was far too close to the action and darting to safety. she wasn’t going to let anyone get mixed up in this mess when they were aiming at her.
breathing heavy as she leaned against the wall of the ally, leia’s head rested against the cool brick as she looked up at the sky. “they were aiming for me. i’m sorry you were mixed up in this. this is my fight--” she sighed, hand going to wipe at the sweat that started to build under her scarf, pulling it off her hair after a moment, needing to let herself breathe. leia hadn’t looked at the moment until she spoke, head snapping to her as she utter a name that leia had only heard stories of, a name that she’d heard too many times in a comparison to her.. a woman that appeared in dreams, in silly childhood wishes that her parents were alive, that they wanted to raise her.. the name of her mother. “you’re-- you said padme amidala, correct?”
Closed starter for @dcpravities
The only reason Delores joined the gangs was for protection. She had come alive in a place with all kinds of stuff she didn’t understand. Of course she joined the Hargreeves she knew them and trusted them even though she did think Diego made a mistake keeping this rivalry going. Even though she was in a gang she still didn’t feel safe so she decided to buy a gun for protection even though she knew nothing abiut guns. “F-five, you sell guns right?” She asked as she walked up to him. She knew he didn’t know her but still. “I-I want to buy one.”
@rainbowmuses john // “you’re late.” ellie stated simply, walking toward the other. she nodded in greeting to him, stepping to the side to show the damage. she shrugged, “they weren’t negotiating fairly, so i took matters into my own hands.” she wipes her nose, smearing the blood that was on her speckled on her arm to her face.