Chicago Jazz mini mafia [Concluded]

[Splitpersonality]

Writeup coming...

A small house in the suburbs just outside of Chicago, the Knapp household...

Louis Knapp sat in the kitchen, nervously tapping his foot and looking around nervously. He hadn't seen his brother Roger in some time, he went out around eight, and it was now almost midnight.


Louis glanced out the window, eyeing the stars up in the sky, looking towards the city. He took a deep breath and sighed, still no sign of anyone at all coming down that winding road to his house. Still no sign of his brother, he wondered whether or not he would survive the night, he had hoped the mafia would come for him that night, maybe Roger could then escape, go back home and live with his mother again. Louis wished he could do the same, but he knew one of them had to die tonight, and he had almost wished his brother was the mafia, so that Victor would die, and the Knapps could escape together.

He laughed to himself, pouring himself a drink, what a ridiculous notion, his brother couldn't hurt anyone, let alone be a member of a mafia organization.



As Louis poured his drink, he heard the distinct noise of a car, he looked out the window and saw a car, his brothers?, approaching the house up that long winding road. He waited for it to approach, and noted that it was indeed his brothers car.


Louis fell back against the counter, barely holding himself up, and sighed a big breath of relief, he smiled to himself and ran to the door to greet his brother.

"Roger? Roger, are you there?" Louis shouted, running for the garage, he ran so quickly he tripped, and fell through the door, landing face first in the coat of his brother.

He knew it was him immediately, he could tell from the smell of the musty coat, it smelled just like the Viceroy cigarettes he was so fond of. In fact, it smelled like he had a lit one in his mouth right now, Louis looked up at his brother, and indeed saw a lit cigarette in his mouth, though there was only a slight glow he could tell it was lit.

"Roger come on, you know not to smoke in the house, take it ou-" the words trailed off, and Louis stood, saying nothing. He smiled at his brother and turned around, walking into the kitchen.

"It doesn't matter anyway, tomorrow we get the heck out of here, move back in with Mom and Dad, get out of this -hole before we get killed. I'm already packed, and I've got most of your stuff ready too, sound good?"

He continued to walk to the kitchen, he finally heard from behind him.

"Sounds great!" and at this proclamation, he smiled even harder. Though the band was destroyed, they both still had each other, that was good enough for Louis. He continued into the kitchen, put away his drink and walked back to Roger. He had a pair of suitcases, one in each hand.

"Hey, Roger, how's about we leave tonight? Before anything bad happens to us, is that cool?" Louis stepped past him into the garage, he placed the bags in the trunk of the car and walked back in the house to get the last suitcase.

"Sounds fine by me, but hey, c'mere first."

Louis came down the stairs and stood right in front of him. He was immediately embraced in a warm hug, and he happily hugged back.

"What's this for?" Louis laughed, patting his brothers back.

"Because I'm sorry..." he said, his voice dripping with sorrow, and sadness.

"Sorry for wh-" Louis began, but before he could finish a pair of hands grabbed him, the right hand on his right temple, and the left hand on the left side of his jaw.

"Sorry for this." he uttered, as he pulled his arms apart in opposite directions, snapping Louis' neck with ease.


He slowly placed the body on the floor, and closed it's eyes, despite being dead he looked quite peaceful, that huge smile was still planted on his face. He took his coat off, and placed it over the body, and his hat too, and he placed that on his head, and on his chest he placed the carton of Viceroys, sans one, and a red rose.

He nodded a couple of times, sighed, then removed the luggage from the car, and drove it back into the city. He had an eventful day coming up.



White_eyes:D/Louis Knapp - Baritone Sax - is now dead...

There are 2 remaining people. Double A and Chaotix. I would like both of these persons to not say anything until the final writeup is complete. Thanks.


Alive: 2/7
Double A
Chaotix


Dead: 5/7
Slashandburn
CDF
Iskander3.1
atheotes
White_eyes:D

[Iskander 3.1]

A voice comes down from heaven/up from hell, not sure what type of guy my character was...

Blow your harmonica, son!

[Chaotix]

*giggles with excitement*

[Splitpersonality]

Just outside of the apartment of Victor Ciprian,

Victor Ciprian wasn't taking any chances, he knew that it was down to himself and Roger Knapp, and he was going to survive god--it!

He quickly loaded his things into his car, he was planning on driving to the train station and taking the first train out of Chicago.

His friends were dead, he now had nothing to stay for in Chicago, the music he had loved for so long, he now despised. He sighed deeply as he packed the final bag into the car.


As he closed the trunk of his car, he heard footsteps rushing towards him from behind. He turned just in time to catch a steel pipe to the face.

He fell backwards, catching himself on the car, just barely, and darting backwards, trying to get a clear view of his assailant. His vision was clouded slightly, and there was blood pouring out of his left temple, further obscuring his view.

He backed up some more, to the steps of his house, and the man stepped closed towards him, waving the pipe at him.

He shouted something, but Victor couldn't make out what, it didn't matter anyway, he had to try to defend himself, somehow. He backed up into the doorway of his house, and opened it, thi gave him more room to move. The man continued advancing.

When the man reached the top of the stairs, he swung once again at Victor, who quickly ducked the attack and kicked the attacker.

The attacker fell backwards, which gave Victor enough time to run up a flight of stairs and get into his bedroom, which overlooked the sidewalk.

The attacked followed him up, but Victor had a plan. In his haste to finish the deed, the attacker charged Victor through the open bedroom door, and swung at him. Victor once again ducked the attack, but this time instead of kicking back, he grabbed the man and pulled, using his own body as leverage he pulled the man over him and swung him out the window.

The attacker fell out the window, and dropped the pipe, as he fell he cursed Victor, he cursed the whole band for being so dumb, and he cursed Jazz.


When he landed, it was with a sickening crunch, and then there was silence. Victor looked out the window, and saw his attacker's head speared through by a spire on the wrought-iron gate outside of his house.


Victor sighed a deep sigh, then walked outside, locking his house once more.


He looked at the body of his attacker, he could see clearly now, the face of his attacker.

It was Roger Knapp, one of the brothers, and the Alto saxaphone player of the band, and there he was, dead because of Victor.


"Now..." Victor thought, "I really need to hop on that train and get out of here..."

and with that he stood up, walked over to the car and drove for the train station...


Roger Knapp/Double A - Alto Sax - is now dead...


Alive1/7
Chaotix

Epilogue forthcoming...

[Iskander 3.1]

Zappa had a jazzy tune called "Ride my Face to Chicago."

[Splitpersonality]

Would've been much better for the above writeup, ah oh well next time :D

[White_eyes:D]

Why is there a need for a Epilogue?

[Splitpersonality]

To explain WHY your brother killed you.

[Splitpersonality]

Epilogue: A large high-rise building in Manhattan, New York City, New York. The office of Don C.

Victor Ciprian stood outside the large doors to the Don's office, he thought of his friends in Chicago, and he knew what he had to do. He loaded the bullets into his gun and cocked the hammer, finally he stepped through the door and walked up to the Don, pistol still in hand.


He stood opposite from the Don's desk, and stared at him. The anger was clearly written all over his face, he had half a mind to shoot the Don right now. He didn't however, he simply sighed.

"Next time, I'd like you to send a couple more guys please, and maybe you should make sure your contacts in Chicago are actually loyal to us."

The Don broke out into a smile, Victor didn't smile back.

"What happened to you?" the Don asked.

"One of the guys hit me, with a friggin lead pipe!" Victor laughed now, breaking out into a large smile. He placed his pistol down on the table, he walked around it and knelt at the Don, kissing his hand.


"You've done be a great service Vito, someday the Cipriani will be all yours, and you're on the road to proving to be a promising Don, I'm glad you're alright son, I'll be sure to take more care before I send you out like this again."

Vito stood up, and the Don did as well, they shared a warm hug, and good family love.



And this time, no one's neck got broken.

Game Results: Total Mafia Victory
Alive - Chaotix - Trombonist

Dead - The entire O.oJB

[White_eyes:D]

Edit:Good game

[Chaotix]

Awesome game, split, thanks for hosting!

Although I still don't understand why Double A killed white_eyes... the end would've been the same, though- my kill order was on white_eyes, too.

Sorry for having to trick all you guys... I pulled "Victor Ciprian" out of my , my real name was Vito Cipriani and I knew it would've gotten me killed!

[White_eyes:D]

Edit:It's ok...

[Chaotix]

and there were THREE MAFIA????

That's OVERKILL

No, to my knowledge I was the only mafia- I was also the only one killing.

On Day 1 I correctly guessed Iskander to be the recruitable by his NY Italian accent... unfortunately he declined an offer that he couldn't refuse... and had to pay the price.

I have absolutely no idea what was up with Double A... perhaps some sort of neutral?

[Iskander 3.1]

Wait, I could have been recruited? I wasn't aware of that!

[White_eyes:D]

Edit:Better to smile then to hurt those you care about....

[Splitpersonality]

Wait, I could have been recruited? I wasn't aware of that!

Yeah, if you would have answered the choices I gave you correctly you would've been recrutied, sadly I thought it was too early to be recruited so I tried to make Chaotix look as bad as possible, he in turn killed you for not joining him lol.


If you would've listened one more time you would've gotten your offer


Also sorry if it wasn't clear, Double A didn't kill White_eyes:D, it just appeared that way. Chaotix just stole Double A's coat, hat, cigarettes, and car.

I planned to make the epilogue explain this but I was running out of time, and high on motrin medicine, so I called it a night :(

[Iskander 3.1]

Ah, I see. Very good game, Split!