26 February 2014 @ 11:55 pm
Shit. You'd think people would be drinking now of all times. This place is as dry as a grandmother's--

[ He stops himself, thinking better of the metaphor for the sake of limited time. ]

So that's it. Can't say it's been all roses and long walks on the beach, but I can't help get the feeling that this place has a way of growing on you. Maybe it just looks better when somebody's elbowing you out. You work, meet new faces...makes you wonder what it's all for if you're not gonna remember any of it.

[ He's not used to getting caught up with his words: they're usually explosive, maybe even to a fault. ]

Guess all I'm sayin' is good luck. Try to make yourselves useful somewhere, wherever you're going. If we ever meet again, not that we'd know it, maybe we can help each other out. I'm looking forward to picking up where I left off.

And if you've got a tab to settle, don't think you're out that easy. I've still got a little over 24 hours, and I'll be seeing you sooner than you think.

For Theo )
15 December 2013 @ 01:58 am
Nice watch for sale here, only two greens! Don't get ripped off at the stores-- quality goods for sale here!

[ The barker on the street corner exudes a confidence in sales well beyond many children his age. Armed only with a tattered briefcase packed with odds and ends (jewelry, scarves, cufflinks and other such personal effects), the boy can be found on the corner all weekend or on sporadic bits of video to the network showcasing items. Some passerbys might even find their pockets a little lighter. Actually, does that watch look familiar, or maybe something else being peddled out of the small suitcase? Perhaps it just bares a close resemblance... ]

Earrings and necklaces for pretty ladies. Sure to impress!

[ Al's been aged down for the weekend to age nine. He might be small, but his penchant for less-than-scrupulous business practices remains ever strong. Replies will come from [personal profile] snorky.

Feel free to recognize anything in the briefcase, just let me know what it might be. c:

Someone teach this kid some manners
04 December 2013 @ 12:29 am
i'm telling you she had six toes. not that i'm complaining about the rest... but it was a little distracting.

never seen someone pop a bottle and pour a drink with her feet before.
16 November 2013 @ 02:01 am
[ At first, the lines on the page are slow to appear. The one behind the quill is mindful of the looming presence of the staff member on duty for detention. Al's never been good at this school business nor containing his enthusiasms. Though it's only a matter of hours before his release and he's been assigned with a relatively harmless, if not tedious, task, he's decided to make the most of the evening on his own terms while supervision is lax. ]

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Give an innocent man some entertainment for a minute? Better yet tell him some magic mumbo jumbo that might get him out of a tight spot.

[filtered text to Jimmy Darmody]

Tell me you're alive out there Princeton.


[ Gryffindor welcomes another hot-head! Al has gotten himself landed in detention for Friday evening and would appreciate any and all help and entertainment as he shirks responsibility. Open to text, action, blow his cover with a video communication-- go for broke! ]
23 September 2013 @ 01:14 am
So I've got this friend.

[ Al steeples his fingers as he addresses the network in this brief period of calm. ]

He's got pride, you know, doesn't want to ask outright so I'm doing him a favor. Say a guy wants to help himself out with...knowledge. Learning. Buffing out some skills for his own purposes. Whatever.

[ The setting of his hands is broken as he swipes away some dust off the polished surface of the wooden desk he currently sits at. He continues to speak as he cleans, occupying himself. ]

I'm not much of an educated man myself: self-taught. [ This is where his attention to the camera kicks back in. ] It's just as important as any books can teach you, maybe even more so. The most important things that I learned were the things that saved my ass from getting a beating. So, what I'm asking is, for my friend, does the City encourage a real education or are we better off fending for ourselves? There's a lot of homes and worlds to consider in this mix, things each of us isn't familiar with. What's important to know and where do we go for it?
06 August 2013 @ 06:48 pm
[ The feed starts with an unoccupied frame; the image of a small but well-organized kitchen. The doors to the pantry and the cabinets above and below the counter top are all open revealing a well-stocked reserve of food. Plentiful as the stores may be, it seems as though something is missing.

Al steps into the frame to close the cabinets before he addresses the screen.

Around here they take people, maybe some dignity here and there if you let 'em...but petty theft? Nobody likes a thief whether it's a curse or just some chump acting alone. Who makes off with pots and pans without making a sound?

[ This is problematic, not just for a hungry man, but for one that finds relaxation in the act. It's a reprieve from work, which has been profitable as of late. ]

These past few weeks haven't been easy on anyone, so in exchange for borrowing some cookware I'm more than happy to pay the generosity forward. I can cook any kind of real food, whatever you're craving or you miss from home.

[ He contemplates this offer for a moment. Home has a different spectrum here, he has come to find. ]

If it can't be done, well, there's always spaghetti.
22 June 2013 @ 08:48 pm
Ever get the feeling that things are looking up or that the odds are your in your favor? It might not be a feeling that comes around for everybody, but once it does, you've gotta take full advantage. My mother used to tell me, never be afraid to ask for what you need. If you're smart, you'll find the people that can help you out and won't see a lick of trouble. If you're stupid--

[ A shrug. ]

Take what you can. Right now? We could all use a little victory, huh.

(filtered to Meyer Lansky)

Not that you ever leave work, but I need to talk to you for a couple'a minutes.
21 May 2013 @ 12:50 am
[ The woman in the video takes her time setting up the camera in a bar that is definitely not one of his...her...regular dives. At first she's hesitant, attempting to slick back her hair and crudely adjust the tie and vest to compliment her, ah, altered chest area.

It might not have been the best idea, but it's late to turn back now.

What. Don't act like it ain't happening to the rest of you. I'm not gonna cry over it or let 'em think that it bugs me any more than the other shit that goes on here.

[ She shifts her weight in the chair ever-so slightly before taking a long swig from a nearby bottle. ]

I'm just gonna go on the record and say that if one more of your sonnuvabitches, man-woman, woman-man or otherwise, says something about this, I still got fists and they work just fine.

[ Right on cue, a whistle. She barely knits her brows in annoyance before she's lunging out of her chair and is off the screen like a blur. ]

C'mere, ya fuckin'--!!

[ There's just a hint of a yelp before the feed cuts out. ]

[ Backdated to the 20th. Replies from [personal profile] shesgotastatement. Please bug, troll or otherwise. C: ]
24 April 2013 @ 08:09 pm
[ Al is quiet as the feed clicks on. He's not full of his usual zest; his demeanor more muted tonight. As the remains of the cigarette are squashed on the off-screen ashtray, he wastes no time lighting another before he speaks. ]

Much like yourselves, there's a couple of things of mine in circulation. I'd appreciate getting 'em back.

If needed, the favor can be returned.

[ These are the family photos of Al's in circulation +1 of Jimmy in his skivvies, but who even wants that? ]
17 March 2013 @ 03:02 pm
[ Al has clearly taken his time setting up this shot to ensure the whole length of the bar can be seen. It's spruced up for the holiday more or less, glasses at the ready and green and yellow balloons coating the ceiling. Special spirits are presented in the foreground in green bottles or are marked with a green tap. The regular liquor is still on shelf, it's just playing a minor role in the whole arrangement.

Meanwhile, he steps into the foreground to fix his almost too green tie and adjust the collar of his shirt. Respect the imagined completely fabricated authority, folks.

Alright listen up, especially all you micks out there. We all know the date and how you like to celebrate your beloved patron saint, but before you really get into it, I'm laying some ground rules for the house. First round of the night is free for everyone, after that it's standard price. If you're gonna stay all night, pony up at the bar and we'll make sure you're set up for the evening.

As for anyone who overstays their welcome or turns up with empty pockets, well, you'll be getting a good, long tour of the back alley. I can personally guarantee it.

So until you get down here for a good time, too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral to you.

(Notes: Bartending at Lucky's and Eden for St. Patrick's-- any and all thirsty folks and shenanigans welcome. Huzzah!)
10 March 2013 @ 04:14 pm
Mon - Wed 11:00a - 11:00p
Fri 3:00p - 1:00a
Sun 9:00a - 11:00p

(Tel) 891.052.9880


Special services such as DELUXE WASH or MOZAMBIQUE PRESS offered on a case by case basis; call in advance.


[ ooc: I'M A PROFESSIONAL DAY u//u Eames and Al Capone own a laundry service that masks a gangster service. They just happen not to be very good at one of those two. Also pretend this went out Saturday morning orz

the mozambique press may or may not involve cement I'm just saying
24 February 2013 @ 04:04 pm
I can accept a lot from this place: people coming and going, weird urges, at least weird to most of us, or some jokers trying to imitate the dead to catch us off-guard--

[ There's...bleating off screen, followed by a female voice. ]

Don't act like you know what you're talking about. You're just as new as me.

--but being paired up with a farm animal? Even a talking one...that just ain't responsible.

[ The goat's eyes twinkle as she raises her head into the camera, chewing on a pair of socks pleasantly. There appears to be something of a scuffle for the limited camera space before the video feed finally switches off. ]

(Notes: Al's got the dæmon curse this weekend. Journal or action responses are all welcome! Anyone that runs into Sofonisba (Yes, I named her. Ahem.) at the bar or on the streets will find out pretty quickly that she is very curious and, much like her human counterpart, is not afraid to go after what she wants. This can be anything from headbutting into you if you're in her way to going after your food and/or pants.)
22 January 2013 @ 03:47 pm
Some week. Wouldn't mind drowning out a few of those memories.

[ It doesn't take a curse to get Al to show off, but given the impulse he is more than willing to act. This may not be his bar nor are they his glasses for that matter. His manner of payment thus far may be questionable at best, but that's the least of his concerns. The world must see.

It's a little something that looks like this.

Anyone in need of a bartender? I miss this shit.
26 December 2012 @ 01:52 am
[ Snow in April is strange enough. While not unheard of for Chicago, it's the sudden appearance of it and in such quantity that leads him to ask around for answers.

The recording shows a man seated in a fairly empty restaurant. He has finished the tail end of a conversation, it seems, dismissively waving off some figure off-camera. Once he settles back in his seat, he gives the device a long, skeptical glance. Regardless of whether or not he gets the response as residents have told him he should, he proceeds to do what he does best: talk.

The fuck's this, then? I got things to do, now I'm stuck in this goddamn winter wonderland until someone else says so?

[ Because patience is a virtue overrated. ]

Who do I gotta talk to?