A Matter Of Protection
| A Matter Of Protection | |
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| Date of Cutscene: | 05 January 2022 |
| Location: | Brooklyn |
| Synopsis: | Viola Fiore arrives in a corner store run by a sweet couple, moments after some of her father's men caused damage when their protection payment was short. Viola vows to do something about it when the two men return later that evening. |
| Cast of Characters: | Viola Fiore |
(Events are a precursor to scene 9285.)
Viola Fiore pulled her car into a parking space at the tailor. Stepping out of the heated vehicle into the brisk air provided a little shock to her senses to help wake her up. The errand took only a minute or two to complete. Picking up a suit jacket, quickly trying it on to confirm they had adjusted its fit properly.
The jacket went back into the car and then Viola crossed the street, pausing to let a car pass, then continuing across the icy pavement. At hitting one slick patch, she reached out with her power, pulling on a nearby lamppost to give her balance a little boost. Reaching the sidewalk, she headed for the door of O'Malley's Corner Store. Before reaching it though, a familiar looking pair of men emerged, one carrying two bags of snacks and stuffing a roll of bills into his pocket, the other with a case of beer in hand.
"Anthony, Little Mickey," she said to them, flashing the two men a smile.
"Hey Viola," Anthony replied, his face lighting up at the sight of the daughter of the Family's consiglieri. "You back here on our mean streets? Thought you were a classy uptown broad now?" he asks in an Italian-New York accent that is far too cliched. Yet in his case, accurate.
Viola laughed and told them, "Hey, always going to be a Brooklyn girl, you know that. Just stopping in for a bag of those snacks they have from Ireland. Can't find them anywhere else," she says. She gives them a wave as they continue on towards their ride. A cherry red, classic Corvette that Viola loved. And Anthony knew it too. He'd hit on her any number of times, with a ride in his car being a frequent suggestion.
The young woman stepped into the store, run by a sweet elderly pair. Mike O'Malley had emigrated from Ireland, while his wife Bess was a local girl but with Irish roots. They weren't behind the counter where one or the other usually could be found though.
Not only that, but there were some signs of distress. Goods normally neatly displayed on the counter were scattered on the floor. A display of cans of creamed corn that were on sale had been knocked over from its tidy spot on the end of an aisle.
Concerned, Viola stepped forward more cautiously. She burned a bit of the tin pellet in her stomach, that she'd swallowed that morning. Her senses immediately came more alive, allowing her to hear the sound of glass being swept, and the quiet voices of the owners from the back of the store near the coolers for the beer.
"... I know, but they said they'll be back tonight for the rest of the money. Let me call my brother, I can get it from him, and we'll pay him back with what we make from the weekend sales," Mrs. O'Malley said in a hushed tone.
A faint grumble was given in response, and Viola started to walk back that way slowly. "Alright, fine. It isn't worth having one of us hurt if we don't have the money for them," she caught Mr. O'Malley saying.
Just then Viola stepped around where she could see the older couple, and where they could see her. The glass door of one of the coolers was shattered, the older woman sweeping up glass still, while the man was fastening some plastic over it to keep the cold from getting out.
With her senses sharpened, Viola could easily tell how the sight of her caused both of the elderly couple to stiffen slightly. "Oh, hello dear," Bess O'Malley said, and for some reason not quite meeting Viola's eye after the first glance. It only took a moment for Viola to realize why. Of course they'd know who her father was, his connection to the two members of the Manfredi Crime Family of the Maggia who had just left. Apparently after collecting protection money.
"Hi, Mrs O'Malley," Viola replied, feeling an ache down in the pit of her stomach. "I was just going to stop for some of those Doodle snack things. But, not sure I'm too hungry anyway," she says, turning to go.
The way the old woman hurried over to a shelf to pull some bags off, and bring them to Viola before she could leave, only made Viola feel worse. "No no, here. Just go a mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm<* Length: 4061 Characters *>mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm -=<BBS>=- Post discarded. -=<BBS>=- You start your posting to Board 7 (Cutscenes) You can now compose the body of the post by using +bbwrite <text> or +bb <text>. When you are finished, type +bbpost to send it. See '+help BBS' for help! -=<BBS>=- Text added to bbpost. Your post has reached 3679/8191 max characters! -=<BBS>=- Text added to bbpost. Your post has reached 4501/8191 max characters! mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm<* [7] Cutscenes - A Matter Of Protection *>mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
(Events are a precursor to scene 9285.)
Viola Fiore pulled her car into a parking space at the tailor. Stepping out of the heated vehicle into the brisk air provided a little shock to her senses to help wake her up. The errand took only a minute or two to complete. Picking up a suit jacket, quickly trying it on to confirm they had adjusted its fit properly.
The jacket went back into the car and then Viola crossed the street, pausing to let a car pass, then continuing across the icy pavement. At hitting one slick patch, she reached out with her power, pulling on a nearby lamppost to give her balance a little boost. Reaching the sidewalk, she headed for the door of O'Malley's Corner Store. Before reaching it though, a familiar looking pair of men emerged, one carrying two bags of snacks and stuffing a roll of bills into his pocket, the other with a case of beer in hand.
"Anthony, Little Mickey," she said to them, flashing the two men a smile.
"Hey Viola," Anthony replied, his face lighting up at the sight of the daughter of the Family's consiglieri. "You back here on our mean streets? Thought you were a classy uptown broad now?" he asks in an Italian-New York accent that is far too cliched. Yet in his case, accurate.
Viola laughed and told them, "Hey, always going to be a Brooklyn girl, you know that. Just stopping in for a bag of those snacks they have from Ireland. Can't find them anywhere else," she says. She gives them a wave as they continue on towards their ride. A cherry red, classic Corvette that Viola loved. And Anthony knew it too. He'd hit on her any number of times, with a ride in his car being a frequent suggestion.
The young woman stepped into the store, run by a sweet elderly pair. Mike O'Malley had emigrated from Ireland, while his wife Bess was a local girl but with Irish roots. They weren't behind the counter where one or the other usually could be found though.
Not only that, but there were some signs of distress. Goods normally neatly displayed on the counter were scattered on the floor. A display of cans of creamed corn that were on sale had been knocked over from its tidy spot on the end of an aisle.
Concerned, Viola stepped forward more cautiously. She burned a bit of the tin pellet in her stomach, that she'd swallowed that morning. Her senses immediately came more alive, allowing her to hear the sound of glass being swept, and the quiet voices of the owners from the back of the store near the coolers for the beer.
"... I know, but they said they'll be back tonight for the rest of the money. Let me call my brother, I can get it from him, and we'll pay him back with what we make from the weekend sales," Mrs. O'Malley said in a hushed tone.
A faint grumble was given in response, and Viola started to walk back that way slowly. "Alright, fine. It isn't worth having one of us hurt if we don't have the money for them," she caught Mr. O'Malley saying.
Just then Viola stepped around where she could see the older couple, and where they could see her. The glass door of one of the coolers was shattered, the older woman sweeping up glass still, while the man was fastening some plastic over it to keep the cold from getting out.
With her senses sharpened, Viola could easily tell how the sight of her caused both of the elderly couple to stiffen slightly. "Oh, hello dear," Bess O'Malley said, and for some reason not quite meeting Viola's eye after the first glance. It only took a moment for Viola to realize why. Of course they'd know who her father was, his connection to the two members of the Manfredi Crime Family of the Maggia who had just left. Apparently after collecting protection money.
"Hi, Mrs O'Malley," Viola replied, feeling an ache down in the pit of her stomach. "I was just going to stop for some of those Doodle snack things. But, not sure I'm too hungry anyway," she says, turning to go.
The way the old woman hurried over to a shelf to pull some bags off, and bring them to Viola before she could leave, only made Viola feel worse. "No no, here. Just go ahead and take them. Consider it a... a late Christmas present," she said, forcing them into Viola's hands.
Rather than push them back, Viola Fiore took the bags of snacks and headed outside. A numb feeling spread through her as she looked back through the window at the sweet couple, going back to repairing the damage her father's men had caused.
And they were coming back tonight. Well. Maybe it was time she did something about that.
