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 Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2010 3:28 pm
Pashion
After a few years had passed with the family, this classic Hamptons shingle style residence on the lushly landscaped grounds was obtained. Furnished from front to back and decked off with a pool and small pent house within the backyard and double car garages. The hideout itself holds motion censors upon the grounds and will sound off when the security is armed. The hideout holds many things that are not visable to the eye, death looms over head to those who venture too far that are not of pashion. Anyone caught training in the house is likely to get put outside when caught or directed towards the backyard.
• 6,500 square feet
• 1.4 acres
• 6 bedrooms
• bathrooms
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 7:00 pm
Dante☠Miller ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Attacking - like a relentless Storm! ☠━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ The Front Lines of Pashion. ☠Laid back with his feet kicked up on the stirring wheel but held such a calm and relaxing appeal amongest his facial expression, (I wonder how things are working out...Boss always finds some form of trouble or conflict when he needs to go somewhere but I'd be there with him. Then again he can handle himself just fine.....the right hand man can rest from time to time..right?) sighing out with his bangs resting upon his vision, his lids lifted slowly as he heard the approaching but to soon hear the clanking of foot steps rushing up his jets stair way. His vision came to a sterdy focus with his disturb looking pupil drifting towards his side as they met up with the others, "Eh? Time to make our leave so soon? Hm~ It's been awhile since I seen those faces but this only makes things fun for later on....sit tight, setting course to new york city." with his attention lifted towards the stirring wheel and his course set upon home, they made their way across the map as they soon came back into the resting woods of the pashions hideout. Leaving the jet behind for the others to get themselves off like they needed help or was uncapable of getting off themselves, within moments of the young mafioso being home with his family that was yet to be completed due to some members out handling business of their own, Dante made himself quite comfortable at the bar within the kitchen area but he would be seen posted up along the counter while pouring himself a wine glass of gray goose but mixed it with an strawberry wine cooler so it wouldn't be too strong. Taking sips after sips of the wine glass, Dante began to soon wonder where the blue girl was, (She might be resting or some where around here, she couldn't have gone too far sense she was asked to watch over the house and she has notting better to do.) ruffling his collar into an unproper appeal but would seem abit mellow if someone were to look upon him with some form of concern or intrest. Dante wouldn't sit still for long if he was this quiet but he did have something on his mind.
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I could careless about numbers - your family ain't s**t ☠
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I wasn't made - Right hand for notting. ☠
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Posted: Sat Jun 12, 2010 2:08 pm
  
Mere minutes after they plane took off Ariana fell asleep in her seat, head leaning against the window. The girl would only wake when the plane landed, which when it did she blinked her eyes open sleepily. Stretching when no one was looking she then exited the plane trailing after the others. Once she was in the building Ariana headed to where she could clean up her wound needed to be treated as soon as possible unless she wanted it to get infected which she didn’t. Taking off her jacket she washed the wound first with water and then with alcohol disinfecting it. After that she wrapped the wound up. Grabbing her jacket she took it to where her room was and left it there, she didn’t feel like wearing it at the moment. Walking around for a while she then came across another family member, the one who had been piloting the plane. From the looks of it it seemed like he was enjoying a drink. Nor really knowing what to do she walked over to him taking a seat next to him she didn’t say anything to him though, all she did was put her arms on the table resting her head in it. After a few seconds she lifted her head up enough to glance up at Dante. ”Hi...”
Bullets fired:
Bullets owned: ♀ąяιąηą ☩ ѕąητøѕ♀
Lightning Flame Wielder, Pashion Family
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Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 1:26 pm
Arriving back in New York, the Rain Guardian held mixed feelings about returning to this nation of ethnical assortment. While of course, it was the land where the nest of the Pashion rested, leaving Italy behind did bring a level of sadness to Lidiya. Even if it seemed they were fleeing from both the police and a possible rival family, the freedom to speak her own known tongue had been apparent. Here in America, English, whilst the Jack of the Languages, was not one that she was all that fond of, despite holding her own host bar… Then again, the majority of the girls there were often so willing to translate for her during business meetings.
And yet, in contrast of all of Lidiya’s discomforts, she couldn’t help but feel overcome by a feeling of domestic coziness upon arriving at the doorstep of the Pashion’s hideout. She entered quietly behind the Boss, taking a moment to glance over her shoulder in time to watch Ariana make her way off down another path, likely to patch herself up. Yet, it seemed as if she had been here before; a fact that the Rain Guardian was unaware of. Regardless, it wasn’t a thought that lingered within her mind for long as her feet led her to the kitchen, and more importantly, the bar, where a rather familiar face awaited her… Along with some alcohol. In her grasp, Lidiya still held the bottle of vodka that she had become so fond of, having actually taken the trouble to sip sparingly so that she might preserve some contents for this very moment. Much to her surprise, Ariana had caught up, entering the room and seating quite near to dark skinned Storm Guardian. However, Lidiya found herself paying little heed to the pale haired girl as something much more severe caught her eye, the hostess nearing the bar quickly as if it were something very urgent. Her fingers enclosed around the neck of the bottle of Grey Goose, her eyes immediately travelling over to Dante as if he had committed some hefty sin. “How could you?” She muttered in horrified Russian before she set the bottle down with annoyance. She rose her other hand, which held the bottle of RUS Bogorodskaya, setting it down so that it eclipsed the goose in a manner that made it seem utterly superior than the other bottle. “I told you. Russian vodka iz ze best!” She scolded, still hurt that the other Guardian had even touched the bottle of French vodka. While of course, it wasn’t necessarily bad, Lidiya ranked it poorly in comparison to drinks of her own nation.
Hopefully the Guardian had at least made something good to drink…
Pale fingers reached out and took the glass from Dante’s hands, running it under her nose as she moved the glass in slow circles as she took in the contents. There was indeed, the distinct smell of vodka… But there was something else present, a mildly fruity scent. She set the glass to her lips, her mouth touching glass that Dante’s own had just previously graced before she tilted the glass just enough to allow the contents to trickle into her. She swirled the taste over her tongue for a moment, assessing it. She could taste the vodka… But it was fainter than what she had anticipated, the flavor slightly weakened by strawberries. For the Russian, who liked her vodka strong, this act was almost unholy. “Baby.” she whispered uncouthly, in distinct Russian as she handed the glass back to Dante.
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Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 4:23 pm
Dante☠Miller ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Attacking - like a relentless Storm! ☠━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ The Front Lines of Pashion. ☠It wouldn't take much for him to get bored but it felt good to just sit back and relax from time to time, unfortunatly the case was quite different now that his solitude was interrupted by one of his more troublesome family members. Aria and Dante had an rather leveled relationship as family members but he did find her to be trouble when shes alone or not in sight, (I can only assume that boss had to go pull her out of some mess you got herself into....this one needs more training and her overall luck of finding trouble is rather unfitting to how her appearance should be held as an mafioso.) shifting his attention towards her with only his eyes glancing over. The look in his eyes were lazy and dim for his lack of intrest for anything at the moment, "Wanna explain what happened back in Italy? It's either you have a neck for trouble or you just have bad luck tattooed on your a**..." he was abit frustrated of her current condition. Ray must have had quite some fun saving her from whatever mess she got herself into but it was not the bosses duty to deal with light weight, "Please tell me it was another mafioso atleast and not some sewer rat trying to-...." he soon grew silent. The approaching young women decided to make herself known to him by questioning his grey goose bottle like it was a complete joke, "We're not in russia or whatever so your drink is not on my radar.." watching as Lid went about sniffing and tasting his drink on her on free will, his brow raised with suspicious beliefs that she had something slick to say. Dante already had it in his head that he wasn't gonna drink from this cup after this little incident, "I don't know any russian vodka! Your drinks just probably some strong old man whisky, how do you know I even wanna get wasted?" he muttered. Staring her down as he slowly leaned into her direction, "I ain't no baby neither." it became obvious that Lid had quite a strong taste for alcohol and she put her own drinks above others. Downing the rest of his drink without a care, "What were you doing in italy anyways?" he couldn't speak Lid's language but he could understand what she was speaking, the result of her and him being family and not communicating well was unfitting for the right hand man.
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I could careless about numbers - your family ain't s**t ☠
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I wasn't made - Right hand for notting. ☠
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Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 7:49 pm
 ++++++++++++++++Pashion Family Boss: Mechanical Genius, Sky-Flame Wielder, Cross him and Perish by his hand. Reizo Long "Ray"╔══════════════════════╗ It would seem his precious family was once again home. Ray was glad that they got out with only moderate injuries, and he made sure that was it. Otherwise he would not be satisfied in the least. No, Rey would not be satisfied if his flame could not at least handle a grunt of a rival family. He looked at his Pashion family ring with a smile. Walking into the homestead, yes his precious home, where is little flames rested. He gave his gray head shake, as a strange calm came over him. His expression was like ice, as he stared through those sky flame prisons called his shades. Holding back a crimson eyed devil from touching the rest of the word. With a smile the only thing on his lips. As they entered the homestead he noticed how Dante was, and how Aria went to get herself patched up.
He heard and bore witness to the dispute over drinks. Really he tried to avoid but could not help but agree with Lidiyah on her choice of drink. A nice hard, swing of that stuff puts hair on a mans chest, and evens out a woman's chest. As Ray looked around he listened to Dante's little squabble "Dante she came with me to retrieve Aria, after you were told to watch the jet, and Grey goose is pretty good but it's not Ever Clear...While of course my precious Rain Guardian would have superior tastes, she's more mature" now ever clear will knock you the hell out. Though his voice clearly said to Dante, he was playing around for once, strangely.
Soon Ray took off a jacket, revealing a sleeved right arm. He took the gloves off his left hand but not his right hand also. Then he sat down on a work bench looking around at his family. Leaning back in a recliner he spoke "I came across and quickly defeated a member of a rival family, let me make this clear to you all, We are not friendly with other families, Pashion is the strongest family, nothing more or less...that is all..." he then went into a cabinet, pulled out a glass and poured some ever clear into his cup. Taking it down with dull, warm swings letting out a hot breathe, and relaxing in his seat. Though his crimson eyes stared into the poor of clear liquid as if reflecting on some new element in life.
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Posted: Mon Jun 14, 2010 1:45 am
The moment Ray had complimented her insight on alcohol, Lidiya couldn’t help but beam ever so slightly. Even if only understood snippets of what had been said, it had been enough for her to get the proper idea. Turning away from the rest of the Family for a moment, the woman made herself quite at home at the bar as she snatched a glass from the assortment underneath, setting it upon the countertop. Amidst her childhood, she had come to take notice of several facts. Men liked alcohol. Men involved with the Mafia were no exception. They drank it as well. They drank it until they were drunk and stank of its heavy stench. Sometimes they passed out, sometimes they made a fuss. Sometimes they took the nearest woman they could get their hands on and dragged her off to the nearest vacant room, willing or nay, stripped her down even as she screamed and writhed, threw her onto the bed and ravished her to his own delight before passing out. And when morning would arrive, the smell of alcohol and sex would have passed on to the woman and filled her senses with either delight or disgust. And yet, sometimes the woman would realize that alcohol was a wonderful liquid. Just a few swallows was all it took to make the pain of being utterly violated go away for a few sweet hours… And then a sleep without tears; a sleep without dreams would come. Yes. Lidiya was very familiar with alcohol. In fact, over the course of years, one might have been able to say that she had become dependent upon it.
Dropping several large ice cubes into the cup, Lidiya snatched her Russian vodka, pouring the water-like contents into the glass, stopping when it was three-fourths full, and not a drop over. Then, and only then, did she set the bottle aside and took up her glass, raising it to her lips as she had down so many times in her life as she swallowed its contents, a soft gasp escaping her as the strong taste utterly assault her mouth and throat before she set the glass down, the ice within making a soft clink!. She was far from tipsy, but already, she felt a buzz coming on, her cheeks warming just slightly as the wonderful vodka worked its magic upon her. It was the one spell that never failed her.
She looked up, taking notice of the fact that Ray was speaking as she looked on, forlornly as his short speech ended, the blue haired man rising to get himself a drink. Everclear, she thought, recognizing the logo upon the bottle almost instantly. The world’s most alcoholic drink… She chuckled cheerfully was she watched him take a sip. The Boss certainly was a bold drinker!
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Posted: Mon Jun 14, 2010 3:57 am
Sitting up straight Ariana looked at the families right had man and sighed. She herself didn't know how she managed to attract so much trouble, she just did but he would at least be relieved to hear it wasn't some street right. Shaking her head at his last comment she indicated that his last assumption was false. "No... it was no street rat. It was a mafioso from another family." She was about to continue with what she was saying but Lidyia walked in, took a sip of his drink and criticizing Dante about it, who then in turn reacted to it. From what Ariana had gathered he hadn't liked what he had said. Mere seconds later Ray joined in on the conversation commenting on Lid's tastes and then making a drink of his own. She really didn't pay much mind to the conversation having no comments of her own to add she simply watched her family as they socialized hoping they wouldn't question her more on what had happened. Once again she had been in the wrong spot at the wrong time. What were the chances that some random private plane was going to come crashing down in the place she had crashed into herself? It was most likely for her to get hit by lightning then that but yet it still happened. Fate apparently just seemed to love her.
Just as Lid made her own drink Ariana had come to the conclusion she'd leave them be and maybe go off and train. After the fight in Rome it was more then obvious she still had a lot of improvement to go through. She did not want to be a burden on her family, if she was going to get in trouble it was best she trained herself to be able to get out of it on her own. Ray or other members of the Pashion family weren't always going to be there to help her out. Slowly standing up as Lidiya chuckled as Ray took a sip she began to leave them unless one of them called out for her then she'd stay, if not then she would find something else to do.
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Bullets owned: ♀ąяιąηą ☩ ѕąητøѕ♀
Lightning Flame Wielder, Pashion Family
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Posted: Mon Jun 14, 2010 3:10 pm
Dante☠Miller ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Attacking - like a relentless Storm! ☠━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ The Front Lines of Pashion. ☠It seemed as though the young mafioso did find some trouble when she was found in rome, Ray had received additional aid from Lid who took his side during the situation, Another family was behind the attack or was this just a simple lashing out? A memeber of the pashion family was lucky enough to get caught up during her time away, Aria was probably dealing with an nobody but it was still a problem just like boss had mentioned, (We of the pashion family are nottin to be taken lightly and whoever responsible would soon be seeing my face, the attacker must have been just an simple family member but then again the boss never mentioned kicking someones a** during his trip nor did Aria.) sighing softly, the entire event was somewhat frustrating him. Not having any leads would just make it even harder for him to sleep or even try relaxing, Aria must have had some idea or clues about the guy or girl, right? They just didn't attack and not give any types of clues or hints about where they came from unless they were from a backwash family, "So no one found out about the supposed attacker? He or she had to attack for some reason unless they just get a thrill from attacking someone out of the blue, they must have left something or gave something away? We sure as hell can't let this slide or rather I'm not letting this just pass like water under the bridge." the other must have had something worth telling him then just, "She was attacked." they had to have known something. The thought passed his mind to how the other left or did he or she even get away? "I'm gonna make this wild guess but....did this rat get away or left in a hurry?" no real mafioso would fall back in his own turf or country for that matter so this guy or girl must have had some form transport to leave in such a hurry. Dante was indeed the right hand man and was known in NYC to be the fearsome right hand of pashion and those lacking the sense to avoid him would be left beatin badly or even shot down, this mafioso had quite a temper to match.
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Posted: Mon Jun 14, 2010 3:43 pm
The white haired female was just about to exit the room when she overheard Dante's various questions. Stopping in her tracks she took in a deep breath and then sighed, he most likely wasn't the only one wondering about it, Ray was mostly likely thinking the same thing as well. As for Lidiya... Ariana didn't quite know if she was wondering about it or not, she seemed satisfied and entertained with her drink. Turning around the 19 year old member of the family made her way back to the bar table When she was close enough to them she scratched her head as she began to speak.
"...Man... Where to start..." Biting her lower lip she decided it was best to just spit it all out and just be blunt about it. "Well... while wondering around Rome, passing the time as you guys made your way there some mafioso who I had encountered during one of my training sessions decided to get pay back or something. Eventually during the fight when jumping from a building I didn't do it right so I ended up crashing into someone's penthouse instead of landing on the roof. Having successfully shot them they ran off like cowards." Basically it had been what happened a little less detail here and there but she wasn't writing a novel. "Having crashed into someones home I was planning on paying for the damage and simply leaving but...." When Ariana said but in her little stories it usually wasn't a good thing. "Things got a little more crazy... I myself find it hard to believe it happened the odds of it... slim! But anyways mere moments after I came crashing something else did and by something else I mean a random private jet." She paused for a moment to allow them some time to take the idea in. It was amazing the luck she had.
"It just happened the person owning said plane was a mafioso. The person who owned the place wasn't very pleased about the situation. Not so sure how the things went next but the mafioso challenged the one owning the place and I in a fight.... I think you can see how things went from there..."With everything said Ariana scratched the back of her head again as she awaited their reactions. The things she got herself into. Staying silent she allowed for them to ask questions.
Bullets fired:
Bullets owned: ♀ąяιąηą ☩ ѕąητøѕ♀
Lightning Flame Wielder, Pashion Family
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