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Post by Eugene Florence on Jun 29, 2017 13:34:17 GMT -6
( Eugene's outfit) Eugene got up early this morning with a busy schedule ahead of him. He had to go pick up some stuff from Lucille to finish moving into the West-side apartments, he had to grab lunch, then meet up with another mafia member at the gun factory all in one afternoon. After getting showered and dressed, Eugene took a quiet stroll down to his cousin place. He was a few minutes later than he said he would be, so she wasn't happy to see him when she answered the door. "Took you long enough.", Lucille scoffed as she left the door open and walked away. "Well good mornin' to you too Luci.", Eugene said as he walked in and shut the door behind him. He looked around and chuckled a little at how small her room was, "Thank god I'm not cramped up in here anymore.", he stated as he sat down on Lucille's couch. Lucille rolled her eyes and walked into her room. "Oh yes of course.", she said with an annoyed tone in her voice as she walked out of her room with a small cardboard box. "There ya go.", she set the box on the coffee table in front of Eugene. "Your breakfast is cold. Want me to heat it up?", Lucille asked as she walked into the kitchen and pulled out a plate of bacon and over-easy eggs from the fridge. "Sure.", Eugene answered, but when he got up he took a glance at his watch. He was suppose to be at the gun factory five minutes ago. "This is a bad first impression.", he thought. "Sorry, I gotta split!", Eugene exclaimed as he grabbed the plate from Lucille's hands and took off. He caught a cab to take him to the factory. Ten minutes late Eugene arrives at the gun factory, but he didn't see the man he was suppose to meet outside, "Oh good.", Eugene sighed with relief and waited. He stepped back to get a good view of the factory, nervous about possibly handling a gun for the first time. But if Eugene wanted to become Korso's ideal mafia man, he had to learn a thing or two.
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Post by Dean McCoppin on Jun 29, 2017 16:01:43 GMT -6
Dean had gotten used to being on schedule in whatever he chose for an activity. He could not really blame himself, feeling as if this was the result of several years on a police force and in the army. Even if he liked to rest or take some time for himself, being late meant punishment and penalties, so he avoided it at all costs, much to his chagrin. A free spirit learning to be a tame one was something hard to bear witness to, let alone to feel it.
That day, Dean had been tasked with attaining a couple of new weaponry with one of Korso's newest henchmen. After what had been a rough couple of weeks, he at least felt rather grateful at the prospect of doing something he enjoyed. He was not particularly keen with war and violence, but he admired the craftsmanship present in any sort of object; guns included. Back in his platoon he had served mainly in the weaponry department, feeding such a fascination with the belic material.
Having stood there for a bit before anyone had arrived, Dean figured it would not hurt to take a walk inside. The sights were definitely enlightning. Seeing how crime brewed like it did in Gatsberry, it was only natural that Dean could find the ammount of guns and other rifles he found inside. He'd have to try and keep track of what sort of weaponry the mobsters used around here. It just might make the difference in a life or death situation.
Eventually stepping outside, figuring his acquaintance might be around already, Dean raised his eyebrows upon viewing Eugene Florence. He had barely talked to the man, merely exchanging glances with him, but this guy did not seem too bad. Like his grandparents before him had done when coming to America, Eugene seemed as if he was looking for a new start in Gatsberry. More than that, the young man was seemingly following his dreams to their fullest. It was a shame such dreams revolved around crime, murder and vice.
"Lo and behold, Florence." he said in a monotone tone, albeit a friendly one, seeing how he gave the man with a glass a genuine smile while tipping his hat. "So, are you ready to go and check some guns?" he asked in an oddly eager tone, almost failing to hold back a laugh at how odd he had sounded.
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Post by Eugene Florence on Jul 8, 2017 13:57:49 GMT -6
Eugene turned around surprised to see Dean walking out of the factory. He was hoping to seem like the early bird, but clearly that wasn't the case. "Ey McCoppin!", Eugene said energetically as he walked up to the man and shook his hand. Eugene gave him a small nod, "Sure am.", he said with less enthusiasm as he let Dean lead the way. Eugene started to doze off with his thoughts. Of course he wanted to get a gun and learn how to use it, but he was still extremely nervous. The first and last time he touched a gun was when he was five. His parents always told him that he was excited to use the gun and actually 'shot a deer' by accident. They were fibbing of course 'cause he remembered shooting a flower pot and crying for the rest of the day.
Eugene shook his head back to reality as they entered the factory surrounded by guns. "What do ya think would be a good starter gun?", he asked Dean, holding onto his two front belt loops with his thumbs. "I don't gotta deal with anything too big yet right? But Korso would prefer that instead huh?", Eugene began to let his nervousness show a bit and started rambling, "My cousin said that if I really gotta get a gun it should be a revolver, but then again I wouldn't trust her. She's never used a gun before either. Say, what was your first gun?".
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Post by Dean McCoppin on Jul 16, 2017 4:35:00 GMT -6
Dean tilted his head to the side, rubbing the back of his head ever so slightly upon looking at Eugene's excited reactions. The young man seemed incredibly enthusiastic about getting a gun, which did fit his profile, but there was a certain aura of hesitation and fear from him regarding what he was to do. It was not that easy to maneuver a gun, especially when you did not have the mental discipline for that. For what Korso wanted to ask of both of them, Eugene would need more than pure strength of will to get the job done. Dean would just have to help him, wouldn't he? The guy seemed to be needing the extra push for sure.
Looking up as he thought to himself while trying to remember, Dean could not help but wonder to which point it would hinder him if he was to hint at a gun reminescent of his time in the Rockell Police Force. He could not risk it and be stupid with Eugene, the guy could easily say something and expose him. It was completely out of the question for Dean to get exposed and doomed like this. He already seemed to be getting some work done and gaining the trust of some of the ob, so why throw it all away? No, he'd have to play it smart and remember his time in the war. It was not exactly the best memories Dean could think about. In turth, it was probably the worst time of his life.
Shrugging, he adopted his usual nonchalant and apathetic expression while eyeing Eugene, giving a thoughtful stare once again before talking. "Well, probably a rifle in the war. I used to do reconaissance at first, so I was expected to know how to shoot in the distance." he admitted with a slow shrug, eyeing the factory and sighing. "For you, however, I'd probably recomend a revolver for now. It's a good way to start and will avoid you hurting yourself."
The poor guy was clearly scared, seeing how he had asked if he'd start small, so he needed a slow start, of course. "Look, Florence; I drive people around. So far it's been easier for me, but I have no idea what they'll need of you. I mean, have you ever taken anyone out?"
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Post by Eugene Florence on Jul 17, 2017 4:48:40 GMT -6
Eugene drifted off from his rambling for a moment, tapping his thighs as he looked at a group of larger guns. Shot guns, rifles,...whatever ya call 'em. You'd think that growing up with a father that can hunt, Eugene would know quite a bit, especially since he was the closest to a scholar in his family, but nope! He didn't know squat. The very little knowledge that he has on guns came from his cousin and it only goes into detail with revolvers. Her preferred weapon, of course. He jumped for a moment as Dean's voice caught his attention. "I'd probably recommend a revolver for now".
Eugene nodded, "A revolver. Got-", he patted his pants' pockets to feel for the notepad he clearly forgot to bring. "Got it!", he said, giving his forehead a small tap with his index finger. He didn't think that Lucille's suggestion would actually be agreed with amongst a member of the gang, but then again, he still has to learn how to stop underestimating that woman nowadays.
Eugene looked at Dean surprised, "Oh...neat.", he said trying to seem more composed that his mind was when Dean mentioned that he drives people around. "I could've become a freakin' driver for the gang?!", he thought, "Would it have been easier to get to the top that way?".
"Have you ever taken anyone out?"
He was worried about that question coming up on the cab ride here. Eugene thought back to the night and thought about a way to enhance the story and back up his answer. "Pfft...yea.", he expressed, failing to be nonchalant about it. "Yea, when my old home back on the countryside was attacked by some stupid mob group, the team tried to take my parents. I mean these guys really didn't have their shit together ya know? So of course I had to...like...pop a cap in a few of 'em?", Eugene put his hands on his hips and fixed his posture to make himself seem confident.
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Post by Dean McCoppin on Jul 17, 2017 15:32:02 GMT -6
Dean tilted his head back, rubbing his chin lightly while Eugene spoke and tried to tell his fantastic tale about how he so bravely fended off an angry mob of...well, mobsters. Even though the young man put the best he had into his words and posture, there was something about his story that just about did not seem to feel right. Perhaps the fact that he had single handedly taken down an entire group? Probably that...put together with the forced tough guy posture, and Dean was certain he was bragging way too much. In a way, it was amusing in an endearing way, so much that it made the undercover agent curve his lips into a smile while he eyed Eugene. Yes, he was on the wrong side of the moral spectrum, but in truth, he meant well. He had a good heart, which made Dean wonder about how dangerous this line of work could be for him. Was Eugene even aware of the risk he insisted on getting himself into?
"Yeah, well...driving is not too bad, come to think of it." he admitted with a shrug, entering the main store while keeping his eyes narrowed and looking at everything around him. "It's comfortable, it's simple enough and you get to talk to people. Hardly feels like you're being a mobster, until you start talking about hits and...well, people on your trunk." he rambled while passing his hands around the shelves, looking for amunition for revolvers, trying to see the best kind of bullets he could find.
Handing him a pack with a couple of revolver bullets, Dean smiled while eyeing him and his entire frame. "Look, Florence. I'm not gonna lie to you...it's probably gonna be hard for you to adapt. It takes a while to learn how to aim and get a right shot but...you'll get there." he admitted, walking to the counter to ask for the adequate revolver, his focus motioning around the store. "Why are you looking to go up in the food chain, anyway?" he asked, not looking at Eugene directly.
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Post by Eugene Florence on Jul 19, 2017 22:17:15 GMT -6
Eugene nodded as he followed behind Dean and listened to him talk. "I should've just gotten my license and become a driver.", Eugene laughed before being caught off guard. "Wait..", he whispered, "Do you transport dead bodies or somethin'?!". Eugene curiously examined the pack of bullets that was given to him. He then turned his focus to Dean.
"It takes a while to learn how to aim and get a right shot but...you'll get there."
"Well I sure hope so.", Eugene chuckled with a shrug, "If a doll could handle a gun, how hard can it be for me to learn right?...Don't answer that please.". As he followed Dean to the counter, Eugene stopped just a couple feet behind him. Slightly stunned by the question he asked. "Well...", Eugene hesitated to answer the question. He could only think of two ways to answer the question. One made him seem more psychotic then he actually is and the other made him sound like a stupid charity case. Eugene sighed before walking up to the counter and answering Dean's question, "Well let's just say I got sick of being at the...bottom. Prove to my parents I'm not as much of a loser that they thought I was I guess.". Eugene took a deep breath. "Let me know when ya done. I'll be over here.", he said quickly as he walked away to look at a shelf of gun ammo.
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