Hit 004 ~ A job [Action/Dictated]

[midhitgrope]

[Rocco is currently wandering down town, checking in various shops, bars and restaurants. He's looking for work.]

So, does anyone here know where to get a job 'round here? Been hearin' stuff about bars and pie shops. I just need a bit of cash.

If anyone can give me a bit of advice, I'd appreciate it, man.

((OOC: Open in person or over the journal!))

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[sixguns]

[It's not as if the boys didn't go on for days about their buddy Rocco. Even so.]

Ye can come out. Yer gonna smell like rotten shite.

[He's noticed Rocco is standing in something soft and not readily identifiable. Spare, escaped garbage.]

[midhitgrope]

Yeah? So ya can fuckin' shoot off another fuckin' finger?!

[He's on to you. :| ]

[sixguns]

'm not interested in yer fingers, or ye'd already have lost 'em.

[midhitgrope]

Yeah? So what ya fuckin' want this time, ya sick fuck?!

[sixguns]

Ye dropped this.

[Noah drops the journal on a garbage can lid.]

And fer the record, we were all tryin' t'kill each other.

[And with that, he takes out a cigar and lights it.]

[midhitgrope]

You started it. Don't think I don't know who the fuck you are!! If you think I'm tellin' you were Connor and Murphy are, then you might as well just kill me now, 'cause I ain't tellin' you fuck all!

[sixguns]

[Oh.]

[He really shouldn't... but maybe it runs in the family.]

I know where they are. Or were.

[midhitgrope]

No. You can't. They're still alive.

Y-You have to go through me to get to them, y'hear me?

[sixguns]

[Noah takes a thoughtful puff and nonchalantly draws his jacket back to reveal a simple vest with a single holster in it.

[One holding a matte silver Smith and Wesson.

[He lets it fall closed again.]

Would ye like a smoke?

[midhitgrope]

[Stare. He's screwed.]

The fuck are ya talkin' about? If you're gonna do it, just go and do it. I still ain't tellin' you where they are!

[sixguns]

Please yerself.

[He exhales smoke.]

Takin' a walk t'the church. Want t'come along?

[midhitgrope]

[Oh, shit, no he's not. Rocco has his own six-shooter drawn.]

You better stay away from that damn church, Il Duce.

[sixguns]

[He gives Rocco a thoughtful look.]

Havenae heard that name in a long time.

[Noah turns his head, taking his eyes off of Rocco, disturbingly relaxed.]

'The Duke'. Only the bloody Italians... [smirk]

[midhitgrope]

[Not answering. He's just going to keep his gun trained on Noah.

He's not going to risk getting to his journal to warn the twins, not when any glance away will give Noah the chance to draw his own gun...]

[sixguns]

But they never knew my name. Way I wanted it.

[He turns back to Rocco.]

Noah McManus, lovely t'meet ye.

[midhitgrope]

I don't give a shit who-

[Wait.

...What?]

What did you just say?

[sixguns]

[Noah nodded, then began to walk in the general direction of the church.]

Put yer gun away if yer comin' along. Guns are frowned upon in th' presence of th'Lord.

[midhitgrope]

[Staaaaare]

Did you just say MacManus?!

[Il Duce is related to the twins?! Okay, it made sense, but...

wat?]

[sixguns]

[Stop. Look over shoulder.]

I didnae stutter, did I?

[Pause.]

Are ye all right?

[Inside, Noah is having himself a wee chuckle. Bad, bad hitman.]

[midhitgrope]

But...

[His brain can't cope.]

You're Il Duce, the baddest fuckin' hitman ever! You tried to kill us! Them! What the fuck?!

[sixguns]

Part of t'life, boy. 's what ye wanted, wasnae it? t'be what they are?

[Walking now, cigar smoke trailing lazily behind him.]

[midhitgrope]

'ey! I've been in the business since I was in high school. I know how this shit goes!

[He might be a bit offended, grabbing his journal and following along.]

I can see where they get it from...

[sixguns]

[Noah stops and turns around. He's all seriousness now, sharp gaze aimed directly at Rocco.]

Those bastards ain't the same. Ye were safer with th' devils but ye chose th' light.

[midhitgrope]

[Unaffected.]

Don't you think there's a reason I joined them?

[A pause]

Not that it did a lot of good.

[sixguns]

Everyone looks for safety wherever they can find it.

[Noah nods to himself. Sounds a bit weird, coming from a guy who made it his mission in life to kill every last mobster who ever walked.]

[He pauses to study Rocco for a moment more before turning back to his walk again. He's not here to hold hands, Roc.]