mayfield_rpg

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[Firo's leaving 1246 Williams Road late in the morning when he spots his regain. Outwardly, the car's nothing too remarkable. Except that the sides are badly scratched and the windshield is mostly broken. The thing's definitely been through the wringer.]

What the-? This thing..?

[It's not even his, unless... The sudden presence of the car has Firo a little unnerved. He knows he's seen this before, and he's pretty sure it's Szilard's. That brings up a question: why did he regain it?]

The hell is goin' on here..?

[He growls and marches to the vehicle. Though this is worrying him- he's been trying to just forget about Szilard- he's going to do his best not to show it.

After a few moments of slowly circling the car, he attempts to push it into the street. It stays stubbornly in place. Passers-by might see Firo glaring resentfully at the car before kicking it in the tire. He'll be alternating between attempting to move it and anxiously examining it.

He's not Szilard, Mayfield's must just be trying to mess with him.]

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[A little later in the day, Firo picks up the phone. Trying to sound casual, he asks:]

Hey, have any of you ever gotten somethin' from Mayfield that's... not exactly yours?

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It's... kind of a long story. I'm not exactly sure why, but I think they wanted to find their friend.

I like stories!

And friends are important. I'd look for my friends if I couldn't find them.

You wanna hear this one? It might scare you.

[He smiles and nods.]

The most important, right? Their friend was in trouble this time, so that's why they were in such a hurry.

I won't get scared, I promise! I've heard tons of ghost stories!

[So excite.]

Why was their friend in trouble?

Okay, then.

[And since they're already on the topic- and Firo doesn't want to think of his history with Szilard- Firo decides to tell Ennis's story this time. At least as much of it as he knows. He only personally saw a small bit of it, but he can fill in the blanks. Maybe even make it a little lighter.]

Well, to start off, they'd met their friend earlier that day, when she saved 'em from a small gang of hoodlums. Somehow, though, the guys escaped and Isaac and Miria- the people who stole the car- thought they'd go after her.

Wow! She fought a whole gang all by herself? She must be real strong!

Four guys, so not a whole gang, maybe. But she is really strong.

[He smiles proudly before continuing.]

Their friend also had another problem- her evil boss. As the hoodlums went lookin' for her, he ordered her to watch the back door of his enemy's hideout. See, he'd gone lookin' for the guy and wanted to kill him.

He had a hideout? Cool! Was it a secret hideout?

Why did he want to kill him? Were they fighting over something?

[Mindy is just full of questions...]

Yeah! It was hidden in a restaurant. It was the guy's Family's hideout, actually.

[The Martillo hideout isn't exactly secret, but it makes the story sound cool, so Firo will go with that.]

Yeah, you could say that. The guy knew stuff that the evil guy wanted to know.

His family had a hideout...?

[That sounds weird, and she looks like she's about to ask about it, when suddenly her attention is drawn to an area slightly to Firo's left.
Where one of her ghostly friends is laughing.

Nah, kid, he don't mean a family like that. He means a crime family. 'Member all those stories I told you about the mafia?]

Mafia...?

[And her eyes grow wide and she stares back at Firo.]

Your friend was in the mob?!?

[He glances where she was looking, only to see nothing there. He looks back at her, eyes wide.]

Normally people don't go jumpin' to conclusions like that so soon... But yeah, he is. Only our family's a Camorra family.

Well... I.... It's sort of complicated.

[Her eyes flicker slightly between Firo and the ghost.]

What's a Camorra?

It's kinda like the Mafia, you could say. We have a different hierarchy and we're from Naples instead of Sicily. The businesses are mostly the same, though.

That was a good guess.

[He looks at her expectantly, wondering if she'll say how she guessed or if she'll ask more questions. He's not too suspicious: maybe it was just a lucky guess, maybe she has some sort of tie to the mob. The former seems more likely to him.]

I didn't know there were different kinds.....

[She hesitates. Should she say more? ]

Umm, I have a friend who tells me lots of stories about the mafia.

There's a few. Camorra, Mafia and the 'Ndrangheta are the main ones.

Yeah? What kinda stuff do they tell you?

[He scratches his head. Whatever she's been told, it probably isn't exactly flattering.]

[Her eyes just light up excitedly.]

All kinds of stuff! About prohibition and rum running and speakeasies and protection rackets!

[For an eight year old, Mindy is well versed in a couple of awfully strange subjects. That's what happens when most of your friends are ghosts.]

They all sound real exciting!

[That brings a smile to his face. Whoever her friend is, they seem to have her pretty well-educated.]

Yeah. Don't forget gambling, too.

It's a pretty exciting job. Was your friend in the Mafia?

Yeah! That too!

[She has kind of an idealized view of the whole thing.]

He was in it a real long time ago.

[A retired mafioso? That's not something you hear about everyday; most of them leave riddled with bullet holes.]

Really? Do you know what his Family was called? It's probably a longshot, but maybe I've heard of him.

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