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 Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2012 8:58 am
 The Harlequin is a very popular night club in Chicago. It is one of the head quarters of the Irish mob and is immune form raids due to the fact that many officials take their mistresses there and enjoy a drink or three. However the club is not your average joint, it serves alcohol sure, but it has the real stuff not just some stuff made in a bath tub. Come here for a night of high entertainment, to see and be seen.
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2012 12:45 am
Seamus looked at himself in the mirror, he had fifteen minutes to be in his booth downstairs to wrap up some business. Leaning down he finished the rail he had cut earlier, checking himself in the mirror again he straightened his suit and left locking the door behind him. As he walked down the main staircase he nodded to the regulars and his associates alike. When he finally made it to his booth he ordered his usual and waited, sipping his whiskey he was eventually approached. "Please... Have a seat," he said motioning the spot across from him. When the man sat down he slid an envelope across the table, examining it briefly Seamus smiled and replaced it with another from inside his coat. The man thanked him and slid out of the booth, after he had replaced his obnoxiously gaudy hat he left. Seamus went back to his whiskey and waited for some of the others to show up, he had a couple hours to burn before his next appointment.
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2012 7:35 pm
 Shayla Fagan Snapping her coat to remove the water after she entered the building she folded it over her arm. The sky had broken on her way here and she was drenched, this late fall weather was something else, in short order it would be snow then the real fun would start. With a sigh she pushed it from her mind, without a car of her own she had only public transit and her own two feet to get her where she needed to go in this hell hole. Enough of that this is business...she chided herself as she sat at a table and pulled out a pocket watch to see what time it was. Ten minutes till her meeting as she closed it she caressed its surface. It had belonged to her father and his father before him and now it was all she really had left of her family. But, if she wanted to get justice first she would need to get money to live off as she hunted...
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2012 7:49 pm
 Egan O'Connor Taking a deep drag from the stump of a cigarette he held in his teeth, he exhaled the smoke out through his nostrils. It had been a long week, but he had made good money. The problem he had was not that he wasn't in the black it was that he could not find quality help. When loyalty is for the highest bidder, taking on new men is a delicate proposition. Egan knew blood was thicker than water and he had tried to only hire pure bloods like himself. He may be an American now, may have even fought for her in the great war, but he was still as Irish as shamrocks. His lip turned up slightly on the left side of his face, at least he had nothing he really needed to do today perhaps he could scout out some talent.
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2012 9:40 pm
 Brian O'CallighanBrian walked in from the back. He sat at his favorite spot in the club. He looked at the people who were laughing. 'How can they laugh when no one is talking?' he thought. He grabbed his book and started to read it. He was learning how to build guns so the Irish could be stronger than the Italians. He looked up and Shayla. He knew her but didn't now if she knew. He smiled then went back to reading his book.
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2012 11:21 pm
 Riley tore through the front door of the club, nearly hitting a small group of patrons. After a quick apology he picked seamus out sitting at his usual booth, he had to pass by a few people he recognized including shayla. Once he made it to the booth he slid in beside seamus, and handed him a folded note. "How're things coming along?" He asked, he was happy some of the family had started giving him work.Seamus finally finished his first drink and signaled for another, while he waited he he lit a cigarette. About halfway through his cigarette both his drink and Riley showed up, tipping the woman he got back to business. "Things 're picking up... I was starting to worry about America," he answered as he read the note. He slid the note into his pocket and took out a slip of paper, after a few moments of thought he scratched his message onto the slip and handed it to Riley. "Take this back to our friend," he told Riley who immediately moved to comply. "And Riley... Don't forget to eat," he said handing the boy enough for a couple meals.
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2012 11:56 am
Richard O'Sullivan Richard O'Sullivan, former Marine Sergeant from the Great War, and now a soldier for the Irish Mob wandered into The Harlequin and hung up his overcoat. It was a ratty dark green thing with the worn sergeants stripes on the sleeve. He waved to a few men he knew, including the barkeep before wandering down the hall and knocking on his boss' door. He was looking to see what needed to be done. The Marine attitude had never left him, he was always looking for something to do, to take initiative, and in this world it seemed there was always someting that needed doing.
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2012 5:43 pm
Egan O'Connor "Come in." Egan called through the door not bothering to move from his desk. There weren't many whp could get to his office but he still had his hand on the gun he had stuck to the underside of his desk. Be prepared, and you just might stay alive.... Which in this town was not necessarily an easy feat.
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Darth Ghranna Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2012 7:29 pm
Richard O'SullivanO'Sullivan walked in and nodded his head, "BeannachtaÃ, Boss." He offered him a most likely, mispronounced Gaelic greeting. Gaelic wasn't spoken much around his house, only when his grandparents visited, so O'Sullivan had only been able to pick up a little bit here and there. He walked over infront of his boss' desk and stood with his hands behind his back as though he were standing before an officer, "Got anything for us today?" He was looking for something to do, sitting around the Harlequin was not his idea of productive, or fun. While he loved to spend time with Roxy, he knew there was work to be done.
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2012 8:02 pm
ROXY  Roxy came into work from a rainy day in Chicago where the sun never shined. She had her big bag of costumes, makeup up, and jewlry. She began dressing for her act and began doing her stage makeup. A few minutes later after she was done she began warming up her voice and got ready to do her act. She wasn't sure if Richard would be coming in tonight but she was hoping she'd see him. She was begining to like him for more than just sex. About a month before the two had been 'sleeping' together and had quiet a chemistry but as of lately they would go out to jazz clubs, out for coffee, and have casual sex but it appeared that both of them were slipping into the boyfriend/girlfriend traits already. She realized between the two of them it wasn't intential but it was starting to happen. She was wondering if at some point they should talk or to let it keep going. She knew there would come a time where they couldn't go on like this without some discussion.
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Darth Ghranna Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2012 8:24 pm
Egan O'Connor "Just got a shipment in from a Russian associate I am trying to bring into the fold. Go downstairs and check it out when you have time." He said as he let go of his gun and opened a drawer to his desk. "Take this it is a picture of him and some records my friends dug up." He said holding it out to O'Sullivan. There were a few good things about having ex-military work for him, familiarity with weapons obvioously but not being able to sit still was another. *not a real character people, just something to move story*
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2012 8:38 pm
Richard O'SullivanO'Sullivan took the picture, "Ugly lookin' bugger ain't he." He cracked a smile and took the file. As he got ready to leave he nearly snapped to attention, but he managed to catch himself and walked out casually, his mind still very much in the Marine Corps. He walked down the hallway flipping through the file and smiled as he passed Roxy's dressing room. He had become quite fond of her of late, and the more time they spent together, the more he liked her. O'Sullivan sat down at a table and started flipping through the file, mainly looking for the Russian's credentials. His import papers and other legal documents seemed to be in order, so he moved to the States legally. Unfortunately most of the rest of the documents were in Russian, so it didn't do him much good.
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2012 11:43 pm
Seamus looked over the note again, Egan was going to be pleased. It was a natural business tie for seamus, he was not only high up but owned the harlequin too. "Hard not to trust an O'connor," he said to himself with a grin, another coincidence that he found interesting. He had another meeting with the man later, all that remained was one piece to the puzzle. The information on the Russian had been fairly easy, but the rest of his organization kept a tighter lid. After tapping into a few resources he had gotten information that would help, and a few inside tips as well.
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2012 10:45 am
Brian O'CallighanBrian looked up from his book and saw Richard O'Sullivan. He but his book in his pocket and walked over to O'Sullivan. "So what does the boss want us to do?" Brian asked. He saw the picture and the papers in Russian. "I don't speak Russian. So you'll have to fill me in on this."
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Darth Ghranna Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2012 2:09 pm
Shayla Fagan Shayla pulled a cigarillo case out of her purse and snapped it open. Inside she had a picture of her family, of at least what it used to look like with her father and two older brothers dead, it wasn't much of a family. Her mother had been broken by the event and took her three younger sisters and baby brother with her when she went to Boston to live with her sister. Her dear Auntie seemed to have married better a banker or some such, of course he treated her aunt like a trophy but at leats so far he was faithful and treated her well. Shayla pulled out a cigarillo and snapped it shut and closed her thoughts along with the case. She was here to find out why the Italians had killed them and who ordered it. Then she would deal out her own justice. So far she did not have any real leads. But, tonight she hoped to get another job. An expert thief who knew the city like the back of her hand but tonight it was just another set of costumes for the girls at the Harlequinn.
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