The Family Business (Closed to Kitiki_Anemara)

By Burning_Heart

They're a well-known mafia assassin, tasked with protecting a girl who's become a target due to her father's own mafia position.

She's a famous ballet dancer, thrown into a world of violence because of her connection with a father she's tried to cut all ties with.

She must entrust her life to the same kind of monster who killed her mother and left her dead, and they must bury a past that threatens to drown them. Most importantly, the two of them have to learn to put aside their suspicions of one another or die trying to survive.

What I'm Looking For:

I'm looking for a semi-literate to literate partner who is willing to flesh out details with me. The story is something I want to write together. This is why the description is so brief.

The mafia assassin is left genderless for a reason. I don't mind if they're female, male, binary, anything like that. It's your character. Play them as you like. Just take this seriously, please.

Real pictures are preferred, but not necessary. I'm willing to use illustrated if necessary.

Communication. I myself am not that great at being on every day or replying every day. I understand life comes first, but at least keep in contact and agree to let the other know when we'll be replying or taking a break/hiatus, anything like that. I'm a very patient and understanding person, I promise.

Good grammar. I'm not great with this all the time. I constantly make mistakes, but I really don't want to try and decipher a reply.

This is a mature roleplay. ES rules still apply, but it's a mafia-based RP. Obviously, things like drugs, cursing, violence, etc, will happen and apply here. If any kind of romance happens, either skip or take it off-site.

Most importantly, have fun. This is just a small idea I had that I wanted to write and I want my partner to do the same.

PM me with the subject of "Family Business" so that I know you read the entire thing. If I don't see that, I will simply assume you didn't read through and I will ignore you. I don't mean that in a rude way, but it's a pet peeve to go through and explain things or try and talk something over that is already presented above.

If you're interested then I can't wait to hear from you!
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Burning_HeartFaith   358d ago

[center Faith Lawson sat silently in the chair, her hands clenched into fists as they trembled in her lap. She wasn't sure if it was a mix of fear, anger, or both. Her father sat on the other side of the desk, his hands placed on top of it. He was watching her with those cold blue eyes of his. Any other day, she would've just stormed out and told him to never contact her again. Unfortunately, today wasn't any normal day. No, today had been the day that Jemina had almost died, and she so badly wanted to scream at the older man until she was blue in the face that it was his fault.]

[center Yet she remained quiet, staring at her knuckles as they turned white. [b "This is absolutely ridiculous,"] she finally said, her words soft. Tears filled her eyes as she looked up at him, taking in the grey hair that had begun to come in. He raised a brow as he sat back. Business as usual. [b "I am in the middle of a very important run. I will [i not] back out of the show because [i you] have enemies. I won't do it."]]

[center Mr. Lawson let out a sigh, rubbing his brow as he leaned back in the chair. The two other men in the room, standing on either side of the door, were completely quiet, waiting patiently to see what the older man would say. [b [i "Babygirl, with all due respect-"]]]

[center [b "Don't 'Babygirl' me."]]

[center Another sigh. [b [i "With all due respect, it's not safe. I understand that they're my enemies, but they've obviously decided that you need to be their target to get to me."]]]

[center [b "And I think it's complete bullshit. I did [i everything] to guarantee that you and I couldn't be tied together. Everything. If you weren't meddling in this petty criminal shit, this wouldn't be happening."] She wanted to say more, mention what had happened when she was a child, mention that her mother would still be alive, but she could tell by the look on his face alone that he understood all too well what was on her mind. The man hadn't stopped thinking about his deceased wife ever since he'd discovered her and Faith missing.]

[center Rolling her eyes, she stood, placing her hands on top of the desk. [b "I will not be a part of your games. You either find a way to make sure they think they have the wrong girl or on my life I will turn you in."]]

[center He pursed his lips together as she spun on her heel, making her way to the large double doors. [b [i "I've arranged for a bodyguard,"]] he said, causing her to freeze. She turned to look at him, narrowing her eyes. [b [i "I understand that you don't like what I do, but you'll just have to accept that the Kings are dragging you into it and that I'm just trying to protect you."]]]

[center [b "A bodyguard?"] she asked softly, slowly making her way back over to the desk. [b "So what, not only do you want me to stay locked up in my home, you want some stranger to watch over me?"] She was seething. Sure, her father was trying to protect her, but it frustrated her to no end that he had to do so in the first place. After her mother was killed and she was left for dead, they had tried everything they could to make sure she couldn't be traced back to him. Eight-year-old Faith had died that day, alongside her mother. She'd been sent to live with a distant cousin and swearing that she would never be a part of the family business.]

[center Now, at twenty-five, she was beginning to realize that her efforts didn't matter. Placing her hands on the back of the chair, she met his gaze. [b "Please, then, do tell me: who is this 'bodyguard' of yours?"]]

[center He seemed to hesitate before answering. [b [i "One of the most trusted people in the business. I've already paid enough money to guarantee..."]]]

[center His words seemed to trail off as Faith's world spun. [i In the business?] She tightened her grip on the back of the chair. Even when hiring protection for his daughter, he still relied on the mafia. Her blood boiled, but she remained calm. For the time being, that was.]

[center Her most recent assignment had run longer than she'd expected, though she didn't seem to care much. The target had been jumpy, as if the head of the board of directors knew his mistake in dealing with the mafia so many years ago was finally catching up to him. And it was time for payment. Even if she had to wait for nearly ten hours, laying in wait for the man to emerge from the safety of the building.

He didn't have the half billion he owed them, of course, it was BlueBird who was sent to take him out. Though she felt it was a mediocre assignment and any other assassin could've done it, however she was compliant considering they didn't shy away from her less-than ideal prices. She was a far from cheap hire- especially with her normal life kept entirely separated from her dealings with the mafia and other crime organizations.

BlueBird, though her real name is Cynthia, always keeps her identity hidden at all times. She never gave her real name or even a hint of it, even on that night the boss had given her the surprise call with a special assignment to protect his daughter, he had called her by her alias because not even he knew anything about her nor her personal life. She was also never followed for long as she would almost immediately lose whoever attempted to follow her and would hide in plain sight as just another civilian.

Now she'd been unpleasantly surprised by the sudden call which occurred while she'd been in the middle of another assignment, though she was not so shocked at the mention of a daughter. Much like herself, she expected everyone in this business to make an attempt at hiding things about their personal lives. Unlike herself however, none of them have ever seemed to succeed. She preferred remaining nothing more than an alias in their systems, they knew the only thing keeping her around was the payments and the fact that she's good at what she does.

BlueBird is a master in her field and despite her reminder that she was taking a temporary leave to resolve certain issues, she couldn't keep denying as the price had been risen greatly solely for this assignment. As she always told the clientele [b "Let the money speak for itself then come talk to me."] Well the money spoke and she didn't have a choice to say no.

After her latest kill she packed her items and began making her way towards the location the boss had told her to be by three o'clock. Checking the time, BlueBird scoffed. It was Two Forty-Three and she needed to make a trip to the other side of town. She gave herself ten minutes as she jumped off the roof of the five-story building, running down the fire escape as she stuck to the shadows and stole a motorbike with practiced ease as she sped down the street, through alleyways and crosswalks, and was narrowly avoiding pedestrians and cars as she estimated her arrival to be within minutes.

She skid to a stop a few blocks away, abandoning the bike which would have no evidence of her or any of her DNA as she ran along through a few shortcuts, checking the time again as she went inside, her smirk unseen from under her mask. [i 'Five minutes.'] That's all it took her.

By Two fifty-eight she was inside the building on the top floor and walking towards the door. As she entered the room, the door closed behind her with a soft 'click' and she remained silent, looking at the man who hired her and his daughter, Faith, who's back was turned to her.]
Burning_HeartFaith   354d ago

[center Faith's head snapped up as the door clicked, causing her to spin on her heels to face the new stranger. She heard her father let out a sigh of relief before standing and making his way out from behind the desk. [b [i "My dear, this is your bodyguard."]] She turned, glaring at him as he passed her, before turning her attention to the woman that had entered the room.]

[center For a moment, she was silent, completely caught off guard by her appearance, or what she could see of it, that was. She glanced at her father, a look of disbelief on her face. [b "This is a joke, right? You picked out a princess to keep me safe? You are a real piece of work, you know that?"] She turned her attention back to the woman, narrowing her eyes on her. [b "No offense, but don't you something better to do?"] she asked, looking her up and down.]

[center At the end of the day, it didn't matter what she looked like. What mattered was the situation that had led to their meeting, not to mention her occupation. The more she was surrounded by her father's work, the worse the problem would be, and he should've known that just as well as she did. [b "This is honestly a waste of time. No offense, but I don't need a bodyguard. What I need is a father who can actually take care of shit."]]

[center [b [i "I'm trying, Faith. Just...play nice, bear with me and it'll be over before you know it, okay?"]]]

[center She took a deep breath before sighing. [b "Fine,"] she said reluctantly, looking to the woman. [b "Faith Lawson,"] she said, holding her hand out to her. She was stuck in this. The least she could do was [i try] and be nice to her.]

She looked over Faith silently as she studied her. Her lip twitched as if she would smirk at the princess comment from under the mask but her expression was neutral and her eyes gave nothing away. No hint of emotion.

For first impressions, BlueBird was not surprised, though she was rather relieved she could tell that she wouldn't want to murder Faith like she had wanted to murder the last person she'd agreed to protect. They had been barely tolerable with their 'grown up' temper-tantrums and constant ability to nearly walk into obvious traps made by people trying to kill them. She would not put up with a child's mind in the body of an adult like she had then. Even if the pay is generous.

Her gaze remained on Faith as she watched the exchange of words between father and daughter. As a person of few words but not one to be rude unless she wanted to, she took Faith's hand and shook it, the device in her mask altering her voice to make it impossible to recognize anywhere else though she said simply- "BlueBird"- making it obvious she would not give more than an alias and that she would say as little as possible and not speak unless spoken to- or unless she absolutely has to in order to pull her assignment out of harms way. Because she would view Faith as nothing more than another assignment. She never sees her assignments again once her job is done and she never had an issue with that after having dealt with protecting snarky brats, rich pricks and all-around close-minded morons. She expected this may be a nice change considering Faith didn't appear to be as dim-witted or stuck-up as BlueBird's past assignments.
Burning_HeartFaith   318d ago

[center Faith had to admit; she was impressed with the woman before her. She wasn't reacting to anything she had said, which was a new one on her. She was used to getting some kind of snarky comment or an eye roll at the least. This woman didn't seem to care about that. She couldn't help but smirk a little. This was definitely going to be an interesting situation.]

[center She met her gaze when she took her hand, nodding slowly. [i BlueBird...] She didn't dare ask for more. The two of them didn't need to know every little thing the other to make sure this assignment went smooth. If her supposed bodyguard was okay with keeping a wall between them, she would have to be okay with it.]

[center She pulled away then, taking one last look at her father, before making her way toward the door. [b "I guess we should be off then,"] she said, not looking at either of them. [b "I have practice in a few hours, so if you're alright with me sticking to a semi-normal routine, that would be great."] Faith didn't like to change her daily schedule for anything, even when her own life was on the line. It was one of the few ways she knew how to take control over what was going on. Dangerous or not, she would continue to keep up with her career.]

Bluebird gave a barely perceptable nod, expecting that Faiths father had told her she would be accompanied everywhere by Bluebird. She pulled out a bracelet customized specifically to fit Faith in a casual way as it had a tracker within it as well as certain monitoring tools built into it, though it merely looked like an ordinary bracelet. Bluebird held it out to Faith and was casually blocking the doorway as she held it out to her and waited for Faith to take and put on the bracelet.
Burning_HeartFaith   316d ago

[center It was subtle, but Faith had caught on fairly quickly to the fact that she wouldn't be able to leave the room until she took the bracelet the woman was holding out to her. She was hesitant for a moment but eventually took it, sliding it onto her left wrist. She didn't wear a lot of jewelry, mostly earrings and necklaces since they tended to get caught in her hair, yet figured the bracelet wouldn't be such a big deal. It did catch her by surprise, however, that she had brought it with her to begin with. She couldn't think of a time where any of the people her father had hired had brought a gift with them. [b "Thank you,"] she said, meeting Bluebirds gaze for just a moment.]

[center Curiosity was knawing at her. She genuinely wanted to know what this woman looked like under the mask, even though she knew she couldn't. She motioned for the door, raising a brow at her new bodyguard. [b "Am I free to leave yet?"] She wasn't one to talk much, was she? Perhaps that was because of the business she was in? Faith knew she wouldn't say much if she had to work for people like her father. She didn't like being in the family as it was. She couldn't imagine voluntarily working for them.]

It was obvious now that her father had given her minimal information. Bluebird barely glanced at him and shifted her attention to observing their surroundings constantly and more carefully as she opened the door for Faith and stood aside. She usually didnt bring the tracking brbraclet for her clients or assignments, but had a feeling shed want to keep a closer eye on Faith than she usually gave her assignments though even she didnt entirely understand why. She decided that at the end of this she may let Faith keep the bracelet completely and simply disable the tracking features within it.

Not wanting to be rude, she softly replied "you're welcome" then after a short pause she then added, "I will attempt not to interfere with your daily routines."
Burning_HeartFaith   310d ago

[center Faith nodded slowly at the woman's words, feeling a bit relieved that she would let her continue with her routines. After the situation with her mother when she was a child, she had found it difficult to adjust to a different kind of routine every day. Her father back then had put her under intense security, enough that she'd nearly lost her mind. She'd had to deal with so much therapy and protection that she'd felt suffocated.]

[center And she had only been eight.]

[center After another attempt on her life at around sixteen, when she was out with a few friends and she'd been shot at, she'd come to accept the fact that nowhere would ever be safe, and that the best way to cope would be to do what she loved most and to stick with normal life as best as she could. That had meant moving out at eighteen to start her dance career and leaving the criminal ties from her family history behind.]

[center [b "I just need an hour or two at the studio and then we're free to stay inside of my home for the night. There's a party I want to attend tomorrow night, so if we could go shopping for a gift in the morning, that would be appreciated."] She did her best not to sound rude about it. She may not like the situation she was in, but she was really to be as nice as she could to the woman beside her.]

Bluebird understood too well the need to stick to routine, just as much as she understood the impossibility of that when tied up in certain branches of a widespread operating crime network. She would do her best to aid Faith in maintaining a routine but she also had to remain extremely cautious. A part of her wanted to allow her to attend the party but she didnt think it was worth the risk. She may voice her concern about this when they were at her home, however, for now her task was making sure Faith made it to her studio and home in one piece. She would be spending the night as well since many assiassinations are attempted while someone sleeps. Personally she thought that was a cowards assassination but at the same time, whatever gets the job done. [B "we may discuss that later"] she said softly, her mind set on choosing one of two plans when it came to attending this party.
Burning_HeartFaith   307d ago

[center Faith didn't try to hide the slight disappointment in her voice as she spoke. [b "Fair enough."] She couldn't blame the woman for wanting to be cautious, since it was a more open affair, but she also didn't want to have to message her friend and tell her that she couldn't make it. She knew how much this birthday was going to mean to the girl, and if she missed out because of some lowlife criminals targeting her, she was going to be one pissed-off ballet dancer.]

[center For the time being, however, she would let it go. If the woman said they would discuss it at a later time then she had to believe her. Maybe she could convince her that it would be safe enough. With that thought in mind, she made her way outside, glancing at the other woman. [b "The studio isn't that far from here, so hopefully walking is an okay option?"] It was a beautiful day out and she could use the fresh air to clear her mind. [b "If not, transportation is fine."]

She had an idea in mind for if the girl really insisted on going to the party, although she herself really didn't like the idea. It would just be for the job... right? She bit her tongue. They would discuss it later, then she could determine how she would feel about the decision to be made. For now, she would focus on the present.

When asked about walking versus taking transportation, she genuinely thought about it for several moments. [i [b "A walk... would be acceptable...]] she said finally, in a deliberate tone, as they reached the elevators. She didn't see why she would have to be over protective, of course other than the wanna be assassins but she didn't worry much about them as she was familiar with the criminal and assassin mindsets in various ways.
Burning_HeartFaith   301d ago

[center Faith didn't show it, but she was glad that BlueBird was okay with the two of them walking to the studio. A walk was exactly what she needed after the day she was having. Not to mention, it was a good way for her to try and get to know this new bodyguard, even if it was just a little. She could be a bitch when she needed to be, but she was slowly accepting the fact that, for the time being, this was her life, and the more she fought against it, the harder it would be for the both of them.]

[center Playing with the bracelet, she leaned against the elevator wall, glancing at the woman beside her. It was obvious that she was taking this job extremely seriously, which, to a degree, was a bit of relief. At least Mr. Lawson hadn't picked someone who wouldn't give a shit what happened to her. It was only fair that way. What kind of a dad would he be if he didn't pair her with the best of the best after all?]

She remained quiet in the elevator and for the entire rest of the time they were exiting the building before she seemed to relax a bit. Not too noticably but enough to indicate she was more of an outdoors person than indoors though one would assume she may have clausterphobia as well. Bluebird was on high alert of their surroundings but from anyone elses perspective she stared straight ahead and seemed to care less about what was or who was around them.

She glanced over at Faith and at the braclet she'd given her then shifted her gaze away again and allowed her to take the lead.

Even though she knew exactly where to go and had memorized Faiths usual routine, she decided to allow the girl to feel more in control so she could keep some form of normalcy or at least the illusion of it while she walked two paces behind her and matched her walking speed. Blubird sighed inwardly and hoped for a boring day. Though she did not look forward to discussing the party with her later that night.

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