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Leonardo Marino (i_calltheshots) wrote in lineof_fire_rpg,
@ 2008-03-11 23:15:00

uh oh. shit's going down
Who: Leo...and...others
What: the ATTACK
Where: Shangri-La Hotel; first floor, somewhere off of the lobby
When: MARCH 10; 11:51 pm
Rating: Mature
Open? to

gabelaroche for now, others to be announced.
EDIT: Now open to;

little_niccy;

illana_marino;

team_italy;

marinolaw;

spencer_nomore;

backoff_bitches

Leo didn't want to leave his wife's side, but when the lights had gone out, he felt slightly uneasy at not having any clue where most of his family was. He was responsible for their well-being, above anything else. Niccy was likely with Roxy, and Raul hopefully with Lucas and Lia, Charlie was...somewhere. He had to be sure they were fine, as it was his duty not only as their brother, father, and boss. He promised to be back in fifteen minutes, and managed to get a flashlight before he ventured off. He didn't want Illana to worry about him, and he didn't want to have to worry as he toted her along with him.

Walking out into the lobby, he swung the light over the room, catching the eyes of mostly strangers as he walked about. "Affanculo." He growled, not at all liking the inconvenience of having to look around a pitch black room with nothing but a damned flashlight to light his way. After doing a thorough sweep of the room and deciding nobody was there that he particularly cared about, he venture down the hallway to the right of him. God knows what his son was doing in the dark, with an entire hotel to wreak havoc in.

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gabelaroche
2008-03-13 06:12 am UTC (link)

Chaos. It was pure fucking chaos in the entire place and already Gabe was starting to feel more than just claustrophobic. The majority of the attention was at the end of the hallway - the same hallway he had retreated from just minutes ago. Once he had joined the masses, he put on his surprised and frightened expressions for his fellow waiters, exchanged a few words to plant seeds of doubt that he was the man responsible for Leo's attack, then somehow slipped back out into the kitchen. Staying as calm as he possibly could, he reached under the icebox for the ziploc bag then headed for the room that had been sectioned off for the evening's servers.

Only ten minutes had gone by but already it was ten minutes too many. He sifted through the jackets until he found his, tucked the ziploc bag into the left inside pocket and draped the heavy black jacket over his left arm as casually as possible. It was slightly bulky but not enough to catch attention. Hurrying toward the hallway, he peeked out and watched as one Marino after another bullied their way through the crowd to join their brother. It was the perfect opportunity for him to disappear, so he slipped into the hallway and down into the opposite direction, using the shadows to cover his tracks. By the time the lights had turned back on he was outside the building, walking briskly toward his car that was parked a block away. The sound of sirens filled the air, but they were far enough into the distance that by the time they had reached the hotel, he was inside his car, driving home at a leisurely pace sans his beard and long black wig. He looked the epitome of cool on the surface but his insides began to twist and turn until he felt the need to pull over, push open the heavy door of his 1968 Ford Shelby and vomited his breakfast, lunch and dinner.

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