OOC: Don't forget to check out the companion thread for details. questions etc may be asked and answered there. Have fun guys! (also this is a closed roleplay with players already selected. spots may open in the future If I feel can handle more players.)
Cesare Rousio, a Wealthy Italian 'stockbroker' with hands in just about everyone's pocket, stood in his private lounge smoking a cigar. The fifty something old tomcat was dressed in a sharp suit and fedora. Cesare Rousio wasn't particularly thin, after all, He had never known what it was like be poor, or to go hungry for that matter.
Cesare strode over to the window that overlooked his private estate.
From this vantage point, on the firth floor of his Manor, Ceasare could see his expansive private gardens directly beneath him. Glancing upward, Cesare flicked his gaze lazily upon the city, no, His city, that lay sprawled in an untidy heap just beyond the boundaries of his property.
Shifting his glance from the window to the ornately carved grandfather clock that stood in the corner of his lounge, it read 5:23. Cesare's eyes narrowed slightly.
'Where the hell is he? Slim was supposed to be here 20 minutes ago.' muttered to himself.
Puffing smoke from his mouth in a haughty manner, he strode over to his desk to sit down and wait for Slim.
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Slim the Otter pushed the door to Cesare's lounge open carefully, trying to make as little noise as possible. He was late as it was and sometimes the smallest things (such as a door creaking on its hinges) were enough to set Mr. Rousio off on a rage. Cesare was in sitting at his desk smoking a cigar, that much was to be expected. Cesare loved his cigars.
Slim cleared his throat nervously. The tall, lanky otter was normally to be seen as calm and collected, but before his boss, especially under the present circumstances, Slim was anxious.
Removing his Fadora in a respectful manner, Slim waited to hear what Cesare had to say.
'Your late Slim, I trust you have a good excuse.'
'Well sir... you see...'
Cesare broke in before Slim could finish
'You have wasted enough of my time as it is, you brought them yes? for your sake you better hope they are good at their jobs'
Slim fidgeted his paws nervously, Mr. Rousio had given him instructions to find the most capable people available for... 'dealing with problems that cant be solved by yapping.'
Slim opened his mouth again to speak, 'Yes sir, they are just outside the door, shall I show them in?'
Cesare barked his response,
'No Slim, I want them to stand outside that door all damn night! of course send them in. I want to see who you hired with my money, and they'ed better impress me.'
Cesare slouched deep into his chair and looked sullenly at the door, motioning Slim to open the door.
Slim moved quickly to obey, pulling the door open and allowing those who stood outside to file into the room.
Topic: 1920's Roleplay (closed) (Read 2138 times)