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Post by Kat on Aug 22, 2006 13:00:55 GMT -5
The drive downtown had been a quiet one, well conversationally speaking at least. Ace had met up with Logan after classes, their intention being to pay a visit to the prop master at a studio downtown that often worked with his mother's company. Patria had spoken to Moe, asking him if he'd be willing to help out the boys with their high school production. Moe had some pieces already made that would work perfectly for the drama production this year. He had agreed and Ace was taking Logan there to meet with him. It wasn't something he was terribly excited about, but he was willing to help out.
The boys hadn't said a word to each other since getting in the car. What did they have to talk about? There was no mistaking the fact that they weren't friends and never would be. In fact, Ace often acted rather rudely toward Logan, or stood by smirking while Princess went out of her way to be mean to the quiet boy. He had nothing to say to Logan, so he had turned on his music and let that fill the silence.
But now they had arrived at their destination and he pulled into a parking spot, turning the car off. The studio was a few blocks away still, but there was no parking nearby so they'd have to walk. Ace got out of the car and looked around. They were down in the waterfront business district, where many warehouses stood. He never really ventured into the area, but he had come to the studio yesterday with his mother to meet Moe. He waited for Logan to join him, still not having anything to say to the other boy.
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Post by LNS on Aug 22, 2006 13:37:03 GMT -5
While he understood where Ace and others were coming from about wanting more professional props, it didn't help to ease the sting. He'd been doing this for the last couple of years, with no help. Not to mention everything else he tinkered with in his spare time. While outwardly he was calm, inwardly he was fit to be tied. How dare they insist he need help. It was almost enough to make the other lash out, almost.
Logan paid no attention to Ace on the drive over. Instead he stared out the window and let his eyes wander. It was an interesting part of town. Not one he could say he'd really bothered to explore. He preferred the quiet of the park to the hustle and bustle of most of the city. This too seemed to be a place filled with much commotion.
When the car came to a stop Logan snapped from his thoughts. Getting out he glanced towards the pier before joining Ace. Hands were is pockets as they walked. Logan hated trying to figure out what to do with his hands when he didn't have a piece of wood in them. It was almost as if he were naked without something to work on.
As they walked Logan asked, "So where's this guy we're meeting?"
For the most part his eyes were focused dead ahead, but every once in a while he couldn't help but to look around. As noisy as this place was it did have some inspiration to be found in it.
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Post by Kat on Aug 22, 2006 14:22:40 GMT -5
Ace walked beside Logan with a bit of a confident swagger, darting glances at Logan every once in a while. The differences between them couldn't be greater for Ace, but he wasn't about to let his unease show. He had a feeling that in offering a meeting with a professional props master he had probably caused a bit of annoyance for Logan, which had made him smile a little. He'd been brought up so spoiled that it was now second nature for him yo brag about everything and everyone he had and knew. Half the time he didn't even do it to show off, he just enjoyed talking about things that pleased him. But this one had definitely been a bragging point.
"He works at a studio down here, it's a few blocks up still. It just looks like a regular warehouse from the outside, but it's really quite impressive once you get inside. It's where my mother shoots the majority of her indoor commercials for her clients." Another thing he loved to brag about was his mother and her job. The odd time he was with friends and they were watching tv, Ace was always quick to point out the commercials his mother had envisioned and directed. He was proud of her work, but he also wanted everyone to know just how accomplished his mother was.
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Post by Cres on Aug 24, 2006 7:43:03 GMT -5
An intent blue pair of eyes watched the two boys at a distance as they walked. Antonio and the other Romano goons had been following Ace's car inconspicuously and parked some ways off. Antonio couldn't help but think that it was all wrong that Ace was driving such a fancy car and he was left with a crummy baby-blue VW which he didn't particularly like. But his uncle thought it was the best kind of a car for being inconspicuous so that's what Antonio drove most of his days. Because he was always supposed to be inconspicuous.
[[uh, I'm ready whenever you are... ^-^]]
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Post by Kat on Aug 24, 2006 9:25:34 GMT -5
(She-goon's name is Fiorella, but we'll say the guys call her Fio for short, okay?)
Fiorella had also noted with interest their prey's fancy car, wondering if they were going to be dabbling in something a little worse than they anticipated with this kid. Trust that Cirano brat to get involved with some rich kid like himself. Being a girl in the family with three brothers, Fio hadn't been handed much of anything in life. The boys had it all and she'd simply been expected to date some rich guy who could drive her around, instead of her father buying her a car. So whenever she saw some young kid driving a car the likes of what she should have had herself at that age, it made her blood boil.
"So what's the plan now? He was supposed to be alone, what are we doing with the other kid?" She thought the other boy looked slightly familiar, though she couldn't place him right off the bat. "Anyone else think he looks familiar?"
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Post by LNS on Aug 24, 2006 22:35:25 GMT -5
Logan merely nodded his head in reply when Ace mentioned it was just a few blocks up. As the other boy continued though inwardly he groaned. Hell. Did Ace ever not go on about who he knew? Or what they did? There was such a thing as being proud of someone and than there was shoving it others faces. Logan deemed this the latter of the two.
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Post by Cres on Aug 25, 2006 7:37:11 GMT -5
[[Yes, that's good. I like the name, hehe]] Antonio didn't let his eyes flinch from the two boys. He was none too happy about Ace not being alone either, and he was juggling the car keys in his other hand a little nervously like he always did when something didn't go his way and he was trying to think up a plan B. They might've waited, of course, but the truth was that he'd been tailing the boy for days already and it seemed he was never alone. This was their best shot. Fio's mention of the other kid looking familiar made something click in Antonio's mind as he looked at Logan. "Hey, yeah, you know what, he does look familiar," he said with a nod. His blue eyes were beginning to sparkle as the recollection came to him and a smirk spread over his lips. "It's the Barrington kid. You know, the thieves or whatever. His dad's tight with Mario." He stopped fiddling with his keys and put them into his pocket, now grinning. "This could work, Fio, this could work. We're gonna get them both, eh? Give the kid a little scare, show him he's playing for the wrong coach." Antonio started moving through the crowd of people, nodding Fio and the other two with him. "Fio, you take the Barrington kid," he said, never letting his eyes stray from Ace and Logan though he walked casually. His hand slipped into the jacket pocket and his fingers closed around the gun in his pocket. "The blond's mine. Careful, Fio - I don't know how good the Barrington kid is." [[lol I keep writing "Flo" instead of Fio all the time, had to correct myself like a dozen times. XD]]
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Post by Kat on Aug 25, 2006 10:30:58 GMT -5
When Antonio mentioned the name Fio grinned and nodded. "Yeah that's the one, I remember seeing him in the files. I'll gladly handle him. Nice of you to take the blond, I'd probably get a little too violent with that one. Too pretty, you know." Fio walked beside Antonio, her right hand in the pocket of her leather jacket. The jacket had no pocket in that side, it was really only a hole so she could have easy access to her gun.
The warehouse wasn't too far now, only another two blocks. There were far less people around now, as it was closer in to the water and further from the main core downtown. Ace glanced next to him at Logan again, wondering just what the other boy thought of their trip. He wanted to make a comment that would prompt Logan into possibly giving away how annoyed he must truly be, but for once he kept his mouth shut. He teased Logan enough at school, so perhaps he'd cut him a break at the moment. At least until after their meeting.
(Cres I'll let you make the move on the boys!)
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Post by Cres on Aug 25, 2006 12:38:13 GMT -5
[[aye aye, ma'am!]]
Antonio flashed a grin to Fio but said nothing more as they moved in on the boys. One flick of Antonio's hand sent the other two men that were with them a little farther off, scouting for potential danger. Antonio himself bettered his step now that they were getting to a less crowded area. He took the last couple of steps to behind Ace with a bit of a stride, struggling for the appearance of casuality as he slammed his left hand lightly on Ace's other arm, taking a hold, even as the right hand, safely hidden into the jacket pocket, pressed the tip of the gun against Ace's back. He knew Fio would be doing more or less the same on the other side to Logan. His face appeared next to the blond with a casual yet predatory sort of smile.
"I'll give you a hint," he said with a low voice, "it's not a candy bar." He pushed the gun point more firmly against the blond's back just between the ribs even as his left hand held fast. "Keep walking, kid, and don't even think about screaming, or I swear you'll never even see another soccer game."
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Post by Kat on Aug 25, 2006 20:01:31 GMT -5
Fio followed Antonio's lead, grabbing Logan's left shoulder and pressing her gun into the small of his back. "You'd do well to listen, boy. If you play by our rules, you'll make it out still living." She squeezed his shoulder very tightly, wishing instead that she could squeeze him around the neck. Fio liked to use physical violence as much as possible, since she had spent the better past of the past seven years working out and developing enough muscle to be useful, yet not lose her feminine charm.
As soon as he was grabbed Ace froze, walking along only from the force of Antonio alone. He barely registered what the other man was saying, too shocked and freaked out to pay attention. Who was this guy? Some nut who wanted money, perhaps? He'd offer him money if he weren't so freaked out. But as they continued walking along, what Antonio had said finally registered in Ace's head: don't even think about screaming, or I swear you'll never even see another soccer game.
How did this guy know he played soccer? There was nothing soccer related on his car, he wasn't wearing anything soccer related. Did he know this guy? Maybe it was someone who knew his mother and wanted money? Maybe someone at school had finally snapped and was looking for revenge now? Ace barely had time to ponder the questions as he was pushed along, wondering where they were being taken.
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Post by Cres on Aug 26, 2006 2:26:27 GMT -5
Antonio smirked when Ace froze under his grasp. He could tell he had the blond's full and total attention. The feeling of power really did it for Antonio. He'd been excited when his uncle had given him the okay to nab Ace. There were several reasons. One, he just loved getting a hold of other people, physical and mental - and this gig promised it all. Two, he knew he'd get under Chip's skin with the move, and that pleased him more than it probably should have. And three, he just hated rich snotty brats who had it all laid out in gold for them, and Ace was a prime example, as far as Antonio knew. He couldn't wait to mess the blond up.
He glanced over to the side where Rocco was walking, covering their back. An almost undistinguishable nod told Antonio that everything was still clear. He smiled and continued to force Ace to the direction he had planned out. The warehouse they were to take the kid wasn't too far away and he didn't want to bother with the car. He made the little group turn to a little alley between a couple of warehouses to get out of sight and then continued on from there until they reached the old warehouse. It was a bit run-down and shabby, but it would do. Once they'd got to the door, Rocco and Martin, the other two goons, appeared and opened the door for them.
Antonio pushed Ace inside forcefully and followed close behind. As soon as they were all in and Rocco had closed the door behind them, Antonio pulled the gun out from the pocket and let go of the blond's shoulder, pushing him violently forward so that he'd stumble a little.
It was a large warehouse, mostly empty save for the piles of wooden boxes scattered throughout in piles here and there. There was a row of windows near the roof but too high up to be reached without climbing and not able to let in much light. Martin switched on the lights. Antonio stared at Ace for a moment in hungry silence, sizing him up to figure out just exactly how brave he'd try to be.
[[uhh, sorry if I'm going on too fast here... but I didn't think there'd happen anything dramatic while they were still outside.]]
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Post by LNS on Sept 15, 2006 19:26:48 GMT -5
If he heard the footsteps coming up behind him Logan paid them no heed. He just continued walking in that easy gait of his and looking every so often over to the water and the boats at its edge. The second his shoulder was grabbed and the gun was pressed into his back his brows knitted together. There was no point in acting surprised nor was there any reason to try and worm his way out of the other's grip. Hell. Was this another trick? What stupid thing was his father up to this time? Logan's face was one of irritation. He didn't stop to think for a second that maybe this was real and he was in danger.
[OOC: Figured Logan's already gone ahead and passed his father's little test to get him to steal. Can always change things if you'd rather he hasn't.]
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Post by Kat on Sept 15, 2006 20:32:28 GMT -5
(No it's good if Logan doesn't appear worried, it'll freak Ace out even more;)
Ace did indeed stumble slightly as Antonio pushed him, mostly out of shock though. His sense of balance was so good that he was always able to find his footing, and it was very rare that he ever stumbled at all. When he was finally able to he turned around, his gaze falling on Antonio first. He'd never seen the man before, nor had he seen the other three. His eyes flickered briefly at the other two men before falling on Logan and the woman. Why didn't Logan looked scared at all? Was he in on this, perhaps? Before he had much of a chance to ponder that though his attention was captured by the woman.
Fio had also noticed Logan's apparent annoyance at the situation and it got her angry. Did this little shit think he could handle the four of them? Or was he just annoyed because she had grabbed him? Did he think she was weak or something? She decided to show him just who the strong one was.
Without a word she kicked his legs out from under him and sent him sprawling to the hard concrete floor, standing over him and shoving him back against the floor under her boot. "You think you're tough or something, boy?!" She leaned down and pressed her gun against his face as her eyes bore straight into his. "You should be shitting yourself right now! One wrong move and I swear I will put a bullet through your leg. It won't kill you, but it'll hurt like a bitch and you certainly won't be able to go running to your parents. They can't help you now." Fio kept her foot firmly pressed to Logan's chest as she straightened up again, aiming the gun at his right knee and cocking the weapon. If there was one thing Fio enjoyed, it was acting as tough as possible. She wasn't about to let some punk kid get away with second guessing her. She'd show him. After all, he wasn't even the one they really needed.
*Haha, wow she really kinda went psycho there on me!*
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Post by LNS on Sept 15, 2006 20:49:37 GMT -5
Logan hit the cement hard enough that it rattled even his teeth when he hit. Luckily for him, he had kept his head from hitting. Or maybe that was unluckily the way things were going.
While his face remained expressionless there was a brief flicker of something in his eyes, as though he were beginning to put two and two together and it wasn't his father behind this stunt. Now what? If his father wasn't behind this than who the hell were these people and what did they want?
Logan's eyes never shifted from Fio's. Something like curiosity settled on his face for a second when she mentioned his parents. Did they know who his parents were? Wait, wrong question. The correct question would be did they know who his father really was? Oh hell! Logan silently cursed his father to hell and back a dozen times not bothering to care what the Pastor would think if he knew.
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Post by Cres on Sept 16, 2006 5:27:12 GMT -5
Antonio smirked as he watched Fio asserting her power over Logan. He had an appreciation of the woman, and rather liked her style. She was the type of woman he probably would have married - if he'd been the marrying type. Not that he thought of Fio that way, obviously, but they got along and that was the main thing. Antonio sized up Logan with a kind of curiosity. The boy didn't seem as rattled as the blond one did - not that the blond was letting it out too much either. Well, that'd change. "I'd listen to her if I were you, kid," Antonio noted to Logan. "She doesn't joke around, and you're very much expendable." His eyes moved to Ace again. "You're luckier than that, we'll need you for a little while." He walked to Ace and placed the gun under the blond's chin, tilting it upward a little. He extended his other gloved hand expectantly. "Your cell, goldilocks." He preferred a less extravagant approach than Fio, and he also enjoyed seeing Ace's uncertainty of the situation, so he wasn't hurrying. He expected Fio to clean Logan of his phone in the meantime, if the boy had one. [[...just because some modern cellphones can be tracked with the GPS nowadays, and they don't want to take any risks. ]]
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