mod_thatjazz (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} mod_thatjazz) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} wanna_rp,@ 2008-09-05 12:31:00 |
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and All That Jazz - relaunching
Premise || Characters/Claims || Apply || Rules
1926, Towertown, Chicago.
Prohibition's in full force, and the mob rule the streets. Speakeasy bars and dance halls thrive, serving illegal liquor, playing hot jazz, funding the mob and dodging the law. Go to a blind pig or some other dive, you'll find them serving moonshine whiskey or bathtub gin in cracked teacups. We're better than that. Half the Chicago PD drink here, The Fury's a top-notch joint. Specialist, too, which you've maybe noticed. Drinking alcohol's not the only illegal activity goes on here. We're a screwed up set, but it works. Everyone's got dirt on everyone else, and there's not one of us dares spill it for what the rest have got on us.
That's all swell, but there's trouble on the horizon. There's a new guy in town. An Irishman. Trying to muscle in on territory, carve out his own place in Chicago's underworld, and carve is the right word. A body's been delivered to The Fury's doorstep, and the last shipment of liquor got itself intercepted before hitting the docks. The game's in play, and no one knows where the next move's going to end. One thing's for sure: no one's going down without a hell of a fight.
Applications welcome at any time - play relaunches September 14th
Premise || Characters/Claims || Apply || Rules
1926, Towertown, Chicago.
Prohibition's in full force, and the mob rule the streets. Speakeasy bars and dance halls thrive, serving illegal liquor, playing hot jazz, funding the mob and dodging the law. Go to a blind pig or some other dive, you'll find them serving moonshine whiskey or bathtub gin in cracked teacups. We're better than that. Half the Chicago PD drink here, The Fury's a top-notch joint. Specialist, too, which you've maybe noticed. Drinking alcohol's not the only illegal activity goes on here. We're a screwed up set, but it works. Everyone's got dirt on everyone else, and there's not one of us dares spill it for what the rest have got on us.
That's all swell, but there's trouble on the horizon. There's a new guy in town. An Irishman. Trying to muscle in on territory, carve out his own place in Chicago's underworld, and carve is the right word. A body's been delivered to The Fury's doorstep, and the last shipment of liquor got itself intercepted before hitting the docks. The game's in play, and no one knows where the next move's going to end. One thing's for sure: no one's going down without a hell of a fight.
Applications welcome at any time - play relaunches September 14th