Frank Longbottom, (notcarygrant) wrote in flippedrpg, @ 2012-07-09 20:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | ch: can: harry potter, ch: nia: frank longbottom, p: abby, p: annalisa |
Who: Harry Potter (Colour) and Frank Longbottom
What: A meeting of two mob bosses
When: Backdated to during the first day of the blackout when people were jumping from bridges
Where: Bonacci estate
Why: Becuase they need to figure out who is responsible for this murder.
The dark streets seemed to envelop the surrounding areas in a blanket. It was comforting, and dangerous, in some ways a perfect metaphor to the world they found themselves in. On the surface you had New York, the city so nice they named it twice, but bubbling below the surface was the underworld, perched on the edge of a cliff, ready to tip over. And when it did it would set off an explosion that would likely rock the whole of the world they now inhabited.
But the dark also allowed for a bit of anonymity. Whereas he'd been stopped when he went from one place to another the last few days, now - with people unable to see him - he was unmolested on his way to the Bonacci estate. It wasn't until he got there and rang the bell that he found himself recognized. The young woman who opened the door saw his face and hers twisted in horror. It wasn't until he had taken his hat off, and nodded his head, stating that Mr. Bonacci was expecting him. He'd been expecting a pat down or something.
While the maid looked nervous, she nodded. She hesitantly showed him in, asking him to sit in the parlor while she went to check. And - frank figured - probably get some sortof protection for herself in case things went pear-shaped. Though Frank knew it wouldn't. Putting their heads together, and their skills from the DMLE would be the way to solve this. Now all he had to do was wait. He removed his coat, folding it over his arm over his suit - minus the jacket - and took in his surroundings. It was nice. Similar to his own. He would check in with his 'sons' aand 'daughters' after this was done.