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The Gavetti Brothers, a small-time outfit breaking into the New Reno scene.
Remnants of a Modern Renaissance in stylized gangsters. Zoot Suits, with the waist pants high and mighty. Dominant accents, one more "Latin Lethario", another more "Gabbagool". Slick Backs and Customized Colts.
The Gavetti Brothers began as a duo of stick-up artist and con men known as wanted men in Republic Lands, their imitation of lost records of Western Cinema on Mobsters gained them a cult following, akin to that of the King and his School of Impersonation, only, smaller, a handful of men. Booming their duo into a small posse of wannabes and wops.
They broke out into New Reno amid the Bishop takeover of the city, their ten-man crew as hire-Ons for Bishop Muscle, battling the Wrights out in the streets.
The main duo consists of the Boss, Norm, the older brother with a more Italian affection, he's the King of the Castle in his own racket now as a "thank you" from the Bishops. While Michael, is still out and about looking for his own share of glory as a mercenary, the more Spanish-styled ganger of the two, the accents obviously, are forced, but they do have the descendancy to justify their cultural appropriations and mock portrayal from old pre-war film they've seen.
Rumor in Reno is the small-time outfit is brooding with tension, as Michael and Norm in their small share of success, now argue over the future of their crew, as they seek NCR pardon among other things - like more, than whatever the fuck this is.
Michael steps toward the Vault PA System, just beyond the iron rolling door.
He'd plug a stolen pip-boy in and speak.
Charming every lovely lady on the other side of the Moon.
Open Scene.
Enter Norm, Jeffie.
They lay upon a bed together, Jeffie has herself tucked under the sheets, wrapped around in the warmth of five-hundred cap silk. She is reading, quietly, thank God.
Norm sits at the edge of the bed, check his drawers, maintaining all is where it must be - before clasping his hands, and whispering a prayer to himself, which he does not often do. Jeffie notices. There is silence in the room.
They both look out the window, to New Reno lights.
"Lord, I wish I could tell you I'm not asking for much, but God knows any amount I haven't earned yet is too much - but I heard you're kind, willing, forgiving. So forgive me now but I need you now more than ever, keep that brother of mine safe. Lord please..." he prayed, silently.
Jeffie turns over onto her side, rubbing his arm, "What is it, baby?", she says, loud and clear.
"Nunya'." He jokes.
"Nunya'?" She entertains.
"Nunya' fuggin' bizness'." He finishes.
"That's not funny, Norm..." she begins to sit up, wrapping her arms around him. "What's-a-matta'?", she's so soft.
"Michael." He says, masked in a breath.
"Is he really still giving you a hard time?" She sits back, appalled.
"Hard time? He's my fucking brother, I have to look after him - a little stressful, but, he's a kid, don't call him a "hard time", he's just- Look, you're getting me all worked up before bed. Fucking broad..." he grumbles.
"I'm sorry, honey, I didn't mean to - it's just... You talk about him often, every other night, and it always seems a problem... Is he a problem?" She questions.
"What'd I say? What'd I just say?" He gets annoyed. Overwhelmed.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." she backs off.
"No, you're not." He sighs "My brother's all I got, I owe it to my family to make sure he doesn't end up like the rest of us - kid wants to be a merc'? I let him be a merc'... That's honest, not like this, this whole life - what's the point of all this if I ain't happy?" He questions himself "I want that kid to be somebody - so fucking what if it's a little bit of stress, right? He's going to carry our name on, I tell ya'." A smile grows on his face.
"You're so blind, Norm." she crawls back onto him, like a fucking cancer "He's a problem, see? You're just so blind because of this-and-that, what "everyone else" wanted of him. You need to focus on you." the parasite convinces.
"Don't get on my fucking nerves."
"Relax."
"Relax?"
...
"RELAX?! You STUPID BITCH!? You speak on MY FUCKING FAMILY AS "EVERYONE ELSE" AND EXPECT FUCKING RELAXED, YOU DUMB BROAD?!" terrifies.
The room is silent, the woman is silent, before crying, from sniffles to rather loud wailing. Norm stands up, covering his ears.
She won't stop.
"Shut up.
Bitch, SHUT UP!"
The wailing won't stop, Norm digs in his drawers for a syringe. Producing Psycho, he sits on the edge of the bed, wrapping his arm, as she cries.
"I'm sorry that I CARE! ABOUT YOU! It's supposed to just be ME and YOU! Not EVERYONE ELSE - When will you care about ME?! NORM?! HE'S GOT HIS OWN GIRLFRIEND TO CARE ABOUT HIM!" She doesn't know what she's talking about.
Norm is standing, high off psycho, his veins bulge and pop, his neck cracks, and his hand swings around, violently, striking the woman. She falls off the bed, crawling, in her stupor.
Norm walks around the bed.
"THAT FUCKING "EVERYONE ELSE" IS MY FAMILY?! MY BRUDDA'! FUCK HIS GOOMAH', THE BITCH IS IN IT FOR THE MONEY! AT THE END OF THE DAY, IT'S BLOOD - IT'S ME AND MY BROTHA' VERSUS THE WORLD!" he cries
Jeffie reaches under the bed, lifting a lid.
"I DON'T CARE WHAT HE DOES - I DIDN'T DO ALL THIS FUCKING WORKING SO HE COULDN'T BE FUCKING HAPPY! I GAVE HIM THE LIFE MY MUDDA' WANTED US TO HAVE! AND YOU HAVE IT TOO, UNGRATEFUL BITCH!" he squeels.
Norm reaches to lift her.
Blam-O.
The Pig of a Man falls, a hole in his chest, Jeffie, through her tears and ran makeup, sits on her side, having just slain one half of a local legendary duo.
Somewhere far from Reno, in a town called Colter, an exploring Michael is taking steps toward a vault door and intercom.
Bigdaddyboy413 here.
I am applying for a role not listed, "Tour Guide", I just thought outside of the box and wanted to try and apply to basically be a waster who found the vault, and got hired on last minute as a "take what we can get" kinda' help - a mobster tour guide helping the Vault Dwellers keep footing.
For a perk, Local Leader would be nice.
