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Post by Dean McCoppin on Jun 16, 2017 5:46:58 GMT -6
Dean's first weeks after being approached by Don Korso's people had been simple enough. He had always been great at driving, which was probably why they all insisted on having him drive their people around. Seeing how much Don Korso's eldest daughter seemed to move around the city, Dean constantly had things to do. He avoided talking to the higher ups that much, so that he did not look too suspicious. That also included Charlotte, though Dean had to admit she was quite affable for someone with that much power. In their casual chit chat, he definitely had some fun. Even so, he kept his profile low.
Getting close to the Gatsberry mob had not been as hard as Dean initially expected. Something told him that the main problem would be getting out, if he ever needed to. Everything seemed incredibly organized, as if they never missed a spot in their imaculate record. Everything was predicted and foreseen, everyone was always accompanied, and as far as he had noticed, they had ears and agents everywhere. Things would definitely not be as simple. These guys were beyond ordinary burglars and thieves. Gatsberry itself felt as their sanctuary, a safe haven for them where Dean was trying not to be seen as a wolf. If that happened, he knew he'd turn into the sheep quite fast. He could not allow himself to do that.
On that particular morning, Dean was having a few moments of peace and quiet, his back pressed against the doors of his car while he toyed with a cigarette, moving it between his fingers. His hazelnut eyes fixated on the concrete beneath him, he wondered just how many people had done his job before him and if he could be standing somewhere their blood had been spilled. It was rather curious to think in such a bleak manner, but it did not particularly scare him at that point.
Shaking his head and shrugging, the mob driver finally placed his cigarette between his lips before lighting up a match. Lighting up his cigarette, the sudden rush of nicotine inside him helped him relax a bit more as he expelled a small cloud of smoke that slowly dissolved into the day's thin air, the sillhouette being almost artistic.
Yes, he surely enjoyed the calm before the storm. So much, that he almost did not notice a familiar face incredibly closeby. His tone casual and monotone, he removed the cigarette from his lips, not looking away from where he was staring at. "Hey there, Doc." he said in a sly, witty tone before starting to smoke again.
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Post by Phillip Kingston on Jun 17, 2017 15:53:08 GMT -6
Phillip let out a sigh when he finally got to leave the Marcello manor. It wasn´t like anything bad had happened, yet. But he definitely had to admit that it got quite on his nerves to get called rather often or at least in his opinion. Yet what had he expected when joining Korsos "family" anyways? The young doctor wanted something challenging and entertaining in his life and obviously he got it. Still he would have just loved to get more sleep these days. On the bright sight though he got to be close and even alone with the daughters of the boss which surely was a priveledge.
Massaging his palms as he stepped foot on the sidewalk he at first didn´t know the terribly familiar face sitting in a car he just had passed. However when he obviously was called after Phillip turned around to Dean, obviously unable to ignore the raven haired driver. "Well well if that isn´t my good old friend Deany-boo." He greeted his fellow rookie teasingly as he got closer to the car.
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Post by Dean McCoppin on Jun 17, 2017 16:14:07 GMT -6
Phillip had started at just about the same time as Dean did, which would practically place them in a status of sheer equality towards one another when it came to their places in the Marcello Family's hierarchy. Well, there were clear differences, seeing how Phillip was a doctor, clearly more prestigious than what Dean had ever hoped to be in his professional career. He'd have to tip his hate to him for that. Well, he obviously would not, but the symbolic gesture was meaningful, at least for him.
"Do you treat all your pretty ones that way?" Dean suddenly shot back at Phillip, his right eye closed as he raised his left eyebrow at him, a mischievous smile on his lips as he blew a nice cloud of smoke from between his lips, taking his sweet time to inhale the air around him. There was always an aura of calm and cool to Dean when dealing with his fellow workers. He did not feel he had to be formal, for he was sure he'd feel awkward. With Phillip, he had no qualms about being himself. And being himself normally meant people having to put up with his witty one-liners and dry jokes. "Or is that treatment reserved for me, Phil?"
Dean was not exactly sure how Phillip's life and education had been, but he surely did not expect him to be the most humble man in the world. He had too much attitude for that. That was why he enjoyed adressing him by a nickname as simple and ordinary as Phil. Anyone who heard it would probably assume the doctor to be an average joe. Wouldn't they be in for a surprise?, Dean though with a mischievous grin before dropping his cigarette and stomping on it.
Stretching out, he let out a slow and firm yawn, rubbing the back of his raven hair, his hazelnut eyes meeting Philli's before Dean looked away with a playful expression. "Wait a minute...is it time for my yearly doctor's check up? You shouldn't have, Doc..."
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Post by Phillip Kingston on Jun 18, 2017 18:25:10 GMT -6
Phillip sighed. So much for a a peacefull continue of the day or rather so much for some hours of sleep. It wasn´t that Phil hated Dean nor that ne loved him. Definitely their relationship wasn´t at a status of putting everything and everyone aside to spend time with each other. Yet the doctor had to admit there sure still were much worse people to be around. He should know. Him and the new driver already had to deal with a few. "Oh you know you are the most special of them all. The Prettiest and wittiest. Without you I don´t think I could ever possibly survive for even only a minute." Phillip started of overdramatically before he turned back to normal. "Well you know, actually I can survive without you quite well. I would even dare to say I´d be better of. Less people I need to worry about to constantly stich back together again. However now that you mention the check up ... when was the last time your reflexes and prostate was tested?" The doctor went on, giving the raven haired quite the whicked smirk as he was winking at him. Mostly Phillip of course was joking about the treatment since especially the last thing wasn´t really a fun one for either of them. Not to mention that since Dean sure could take a lot Phillip would even dare to tease his fellow mobster with a bit of extra pain. "Hell sometimes I really do wonder how you managed to be still be alive and THAT safe and sound. Haven´t you been shot a dozen of times already and that only last Friday? Well point given I was busy to prevent two of our companions from bleeding out though."
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Post by Dean McCoppin on Jun 18, 2017 18:46:47 GMT -6
Dean found Phillip to be a curious one. The man had come to be rather respect in his field of study, revealing himself to be quite proficient with a scalpel and a stetoscope. If anything, Dean was sure he was a darned good doctor, were one to ignore his darker tendencies. It did not take a genious to figure out Phillip was way too liberal with the dark arts of medicine and was sure to know how to maim a person as perfectly as he knew how to stitch one up. The mob driver would like to say he had no worries about it, but he would like to make sure never to cross Phillip for no good reason.
Placing his hand over his chest, he lowered his eyebrows and gave Phillip his most amused look, almost mischievous in the way he allowed his lips to curve up into a cheeky smile. "Oh, Phil, I'm hurt. And here I was thinking we had something special." he said in a sarcastic tone, back still pressed against the car before dropping his grin and looking rather bored. "Oh, what would I do without you?"
Sometimes, it was rather amusing to toy around with the good doctor. For one, he actually had a sense of humor, even if more macabre. Dean figured out that if he played his cards well, the two could be in amicable terms, which was a reality he did not particularly shun.
Looking up at the sky, he hummed a bit to himself before staring back at Phillip and tilting his head to the side. "Uh, Phil? Weren't we supposed to be doing something? I mean, I have no one to drive around...you have no one to stitch up, and oh look..." he said, pulling his pockets and sighing at the emptiness inside them. "You made me throw away my last cigarette." he said with his most serious expression before smirking. "I think you owe me some."
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