Lucinda Straccis (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} straccis) wrote,@ 2009-11-26 10:15:00 |
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Sample Entry
Who: Nora Straccis
Where: Central Park, New York City
When: 11pm
What: Attending a "meeting"
Rating: M just to be on the safe side. There's a bit of swearing and a bit of blood. You know, the usual.
She was sitting in a tree. The last time she'd climbed a tree - simply to sit in it - she'd been nine years old and watching the ten year old boys playing cowboy games on the other side of the fence.
Things had changed a lot in twenty seven years.
From her position she could see a great deal of the walking track. As long as there were no sudden appearances from either direction everything would go ahead as planned. Her hand slid down the inside of her left boot, fingers snagging the handle of her gun and dragging it out of its hiding space. “From Russia with love...” She muttered to herself as she loaded the small OTs-38 Stechkin. It had been a gift from her Grandfather when she turned twenty-one and if was perfect. Quiet and deadly, no need for a suppressor, she could shoot of all five rounds before her mark even knew what was happening. A chill ran down her spine as she locked the cylinder back into place, it was going to be a good night.
No sooner had she loaded her weapon of choice she heard footsteps. Someone was jogging towards her location and from the sound of the steps she knew it was the one person she was waiting for. She sat quietly, her thumb caressing the gun lovingly.
Her mark moved from the track to the small bridge that stretched over the pond and stopped in the middle of it, resting against the rail. Nora dropped from the tree as quietly as possible and moved towards him without a sound. “Didn’t your mother ever tell you...” She stopped at the end of the bridge as he turned to look at her, startled. “Central Park can be dangerous after dark.” The laser pointer from her gun appeared on his right knee and she fired without flinching.
A pained scream echoed throughout the night and Nora couldn’t help but smirk as she walked towards the cowering mess at the centre of the bridge. “You see Max my Aunt is a bit of a stickler for tradition, ironic really seeing she’s a female Don, but the point is she doesn’t like rats,” She stepped forward and trapped his bleeding knee beneath her boot, taking care not to step in the blood as she pressed it down against the stone bridge.
“Nora, come on man,” He cried out, grasping at his thigh as he tried to get free from her hold. “There’s no love lost ‘eh? I’m in it with your old man, we can work this out... water under the bridge...”
“You’ve forgotten one crucial point there Maxi,” She crouched down and slapped him playfully on the face. “There are Five Families in New York, my mother’s in one and my father’s in another. There’s no lines crossed here. If Donna Falcone wants rid of the rats in her territory then I don’t give a shit whose ass you’re licking. We made a deal, you and I, yet here we are. How can anyone expect you to be loyal to a family when you can’t even be loyal to your own word? That’s low Max. I’ve seen some pretty low shit, but that really takes the cake.”
“Nora...”
“Goodbye Max,” She said cheerily as she stood up again and aimed straight at his head. “Say hi to your brother for me.” Her finger squeezed the trigger, lodging a neat 7mm bullet straight into his forehead.
With a shake of her head she turned and walked away. It would be another forty-five minutes before his connection arrived to meet him. She’d leave the mess for them to find. It would give the rest of the rats a good scare, which in turn would keep them on their toes and out of trouble for a little while.
“Goddamn rats,” Nora muttered as she made her way out of the park and down the street, heading to the place she’d left her car a few blocks away. “I’m not the fucking Pied Piper.”
Things had changed a lot in twenty seven years.
From her position she could see a great deal of the walking track. As long as there were no sudden appearances from either direction everything would go ahead as planned. Her hand slid down the inside of her left boot, fingers snagging the handle of her gun and dragging it out of its hiding space. “From Russia with love...” She muttered to herself as she loaded the small OTs-38 Stechkin. It had been a gift from her Grandfather when she turned twenty-one and if was perfect. Quiet and deadly, no need for a suppressor, she could shoot of all five rounds before her mark even knew what was happening. A chill ran down her spine as she locked the cylinder back into place, it was going to be a good night.
No sooner had she loaded her weapon of choice she heard footsteps. Someone was jogging towards her location and from the sound of the steps she knew it was the one person she was waiting for. She sat quietly, her thumb caressing the gun lovingly.
Her mark moved from the track to the small bridge that stretched over the pond and stopped in the middle of it, resting against the rail. Nora dropped from the tree as quietly as possible and moved towards him without a sound. “Didn’t your mother ever tell you...” She stopped at the end of the bridge as he turned to look at her, startled. “Central Park can be dangerous after dark.” The laser pointer from her gun appeared on his right knee and she fired without flinching.
A pained scream echoed throughout the night and Nora couldn’t help but smirk as she walked towards the cowering mess at the centre of the bridge. “You see Max my Aunt is a bit of a stickler for tradition, ironic really seeing she’s a female Don, but the point is she doesn’t like rats,” She stepped forward and trapped his bleeding knee beneath her boot, taking care not to step in the blood as she pressed it down against the stone bridge.
“Nora, come on man,” He cried out, grasping at his thigh as he tried to get free from her hold. “There’s no love lost ‘eh? I’m in it with your old man, we can work this out... water under the bridge...”
“You’ve forgotten one crucial point there Maxi,” She crouched down and slapped him playfully on the face. “There are Five Families in New York, my mother’s in one and my father’s in another. There’s no lines crossed here. If Donna Falcone wants rid of the rats in her territory then I don’t give a shit whose ass you’re licking. We made a deal, you and I, yet here we are. How can anyone expect you to be loyal to a family when you can’t even be loyal to your own word? That’s low Max. I’ve seen some pretty low shit, but that really takes the cake.”
“Nora...”
“Goodbye Max,” She said cheerily as she stood up again and aimed straight at his head. “Say hi to your brother for me.” Her finger squeezed the trigger, lodging a neat 7mm bullet straight into his forehead.
With a shake of her head she turned and walked away. It would be another forty-five minutes before his connection arrived to meet him. She’d leave the mess for them to find. It would give the rest of the rats a good scare, which in turn would keep them on their toes and out of trouble for a little while.
“Goddamn rats,” Nora muttered as she made her way out of the park and down the street, heading to the place she’d left her car a few blocks away. “I’m not the fucking Pied Piper.”