Post by Weaver on Sept 4, 2014 7:25:38 GMT -8
Dino's chin lifted from his chest as the chug of a nautical engine drifted in from off shore for a few moments before the lap of wave on shore and hull was all that disturbed the night. Down on the narrow beach at the foot of the cliff, a single light flashed briefly. The Gangrel smiled to himself as he stood, snagging the lantern and shotgun resting nearby. His lips pursed in a silent whistle as he lit the lantern and flashed the bullseye open three times into the night. Leaving the lantern on the convenient stump, he kicked the coil of rope under a tree near the edge into space, listening to it whip free of its loops while he slung the shotgun over one shoulder by a strap.
Hand over swift hand the kindred surged down the hemp line, pausing a few stories up as the clink of glass and the grunt of heavy lifting came from around the curve of the cliff. Slow steps came along the water's edge, and Dino pushed off the stone with a faint scrape to land just behind the bootlegger's sentry as he dissapeared from his fellow's view. a grab around the neck with one warm and a too-strong hand tightening over the trigger hand held the struggles to sufficiently quiet until the fight became weak twitches, then limp.
Untangling the broken fingers from around the sawed-off double barrel, Dino shrugged his coat back into place and adjusted his cap to hide any glint form his round glasses. stalking back around the cliff with a purposeful air, he kept walking until one of the loaders hissed a question his direction between crates of Canadian whiskey.
"Well, the good news is that there's no one behind me. The bad news is, you boys have yourself a small problem..." As the bootleggers scrambled for weapons and escape routes lanterns offshore of the beached smuggling craft lit a sleek dark presence. "Y'see, Captain Samuels is somewhat miffed that you didn't even see fit to ASK if he wanted a cut for bringing your 'shine through HIS waters. I got some more good news, though. I talked him into being somewhat more reasonable that he was originally thinkin'. We'll take half your cargo... and you work through me now. No exceptions."
Dino rises with the boom, intimidating and recruiting carefully chosen swaths of the underside of Seattle to his employ and that of Captain Samuels. He uses his connections wisely during the lean years of the Great Depression, taking care of his folk as best he can so they can take care of him and theirs in turn.
The early war years see Dino holding onto his Ventrue patron's coattails as they apply leverage and money to key places to control the profiteering and production. Unlike some who channel their rapid largess into personal wealth, Dino tends to live simply and comfortably while sinking ill-gotten profits above that into his shady enterprises and minions.
At court, Dino tries to ride his early success at unveiling and cornering Sabbat infiltrators into a reputation as a Neonate who gets things done and has his ear to the ground.
(Anyone who interacts heavily with semi-organized crime, the black markets, or just needs... things... moved, feel free to drop me a line and we'll work out deals and story!)
Hand over swift hand the kindred surged down the hemp line, pausing a few stories up as the clink of glass and the grunt of heavy lifting came from around the curve of the cliff. Slow steps came along the water's edge, and Dino pushed off the stone with a faint scrape to land just behind the bootlegger's sentry as he dissapeared from his fellow's view. a grab around the neck with one warm and a too-strong hand tightening over the trigger hand held the struggles to sufficiently quiet until the fight became weak twitches, then limp.
Untangling the broken fingers from around the sawed-off double barrel, Dino shrugged his coat back into place and adjusted his cap to hide any glint form his round glasses. stalking back around the cliff with a purposeful air, he kept walking until one of the loaders hissed a question his direction between crates of Canadian whiskey.
"Well, the good news is that there's no one behind me. The bad news is, you boys have yourself a small problem..." As the bootleggers scrambled for weapons and escape routes lanterns offshore of the beached smuggling craft lit a sleek dark presence. "Y'see, Captain Samuels is somewhat miffed that you didn't even see fit to ASK if he wanted a cut for bringing your 'shine through HIS waters. I got some more good news, though. I talked him into being somewhat more reasonable that he was originally thinkin'. We'll take half your cargo... and you work through me now. No exceptions."
Dino rises with the boom, intimidating and recruiting carefully chosen swaths of the underside of Seattle to his employ and that of Captain Samuels. He uses his connections wisely during the lean years of the Great Depression, taking care of his folk as best he can so they can take care of him and theirs in turn.
The early war years see Dino holding onto his Ventrue patron's coattails as they apply leverage and money to key places to control the profiteering and production. Unlike some who channel their rapid largess into personal wealth, Dino tends to live simply and comfortably while sinking ill-gotten profits above that into his shady enterprises and minions.
At court, Dino tries to ride his early success at unveiling and cornering Sabbat infiltrators into a reputation as a Neonate who gets things done and has his ear to the ground.
(Anyone who interacts heavily with semi-organized crime, the black markets, or just needs... things... moved, feel free to drop me a line and we'll work out deals and story!)