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Old Town Blues (xMILENKOx & Shards~Of~Roses)

xMILENKOx

xMILENKOx

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Location
UK
September 6th 1932, it was a cold night in Old Town or Poor Town as it was often called by those lucky enough to not live there. Old Town was the ghetto of the city and was divided into districts based on the race and nationality of the immigrants that occupied them. Irish, Polish, Russian, Italian, Greek, Jamaican, African, Cuban, Mexican and Chinese were just a few of the many nationality's that were present in Old Town. These immigrants were able to freely govern themselves in small criminal gangs without the Mafia getting in their way. The Mob saw Old Town as a wasteland, a diseased slum where no real money could be made without the use of Narcotics, something the highly traditional Giovanni Family refused to get involved in. The Giovanni Family was the city's biggest Mafia, they controlled most of the city and often hired men from Old Town for minor dirty jobs they did not want to be linked too.

In Bukowski's Boxing Gym at the heart of the Polish district of Old Town, another busy illegal fight night was underway. The Gym was made up of one large warehouse like room with a boxing ring at its center and numerous small side rooms. The main hall was bustling with all kinds of crooks and criminals from the lowly pick pocket to the made man and one or two crooked cops. Amongst the crowd was Patrick 'Paddy' Finnegan, a crook and con artist who had only immigrated to the states a few months ago. Paddy was a short stocky Irish Man of 24, with a freshly shaved face and his dark brown hair greased back beneath his black fedora hat he looked quite the respectable guy. But this was all part of his facade, he was clad also in a black leather trench coat that he wore over a cheap brown suit all of which made him look more than your average street hood. With a fist full betting slips in his left hand and a bottle of beer in his right he stood close to the ring enjoying the fight as he watched the Boxer he managed who was also his close friend Sean 'The Brawn' O'hare fight his way to yet another victory.

Sean 'The Brawn' O'hare was a 22 year old Irish immigrant and childhood friend of Paddy. The pair had made quite the name for themselves back home in Dublin where they worked together to con local gangsters out of their cash through fixed boxing matches. This would ultimately come back to bite the pair in the ass and force them to flee Ireland for their very lives. Sean was a tall muscular man, almost the image of perfection but his beaten face, busted nose and deep Irish accent spoiled this illusion. He had shoulder length light brown yet almost reddish hair that often led to him being called his other nickname 'The Irish Devil' at fights, though he often stuck with being known as the Brawn due to the fact it rhymed with Sean and it also summed up his part in his and Paddy's little operation. Sean was renowned for his speed and agility in the ring that was always coupled with fists that were often remarked to be as powerful as sledgehammers.

"COME ON SEAN KNOCK THAT POLISH BASTARDS HEAD OFF!" Paddy yelled in his usual 'subtle' manner, as he watched in excitement needing Sean to win so he could win big on his bets. Sean smiled as he ducked and dodged his opponents fists as he toyed with the larger Polish man like a wolf with a wounded deer. Their con was simple, let the match last till the sixth round and then knock out the guy. As everyone else was expecting Sean to end the match in the first few rounds no one else had bet on him ending it in the sixth! And it was no surprise that Paddy had made the bets under another name; 'Shamus O'Neil' to avoid being caught cheating.
 
Allie Rose was an orphan Irish girl who decided to stowaway on a ship to get to the states. Being only sixteen made it easier to slip through customs to really get into the states, it wasn't long before she actually found herself within Old Town. Standing at five foot seven inches with bright red hair, and stunning green eyes she was trouble wrapped in an exotic body. As a pickpocket on the streets, she managed to keep herself a float, hearing about the matches she knew this would be just perfect for her. Changing into some grimy male clothes she made sure to hide her well endowment, and her bright red hair with a taxi hat.

Once the boxing started and the bets put down it, she was quick to move to take those bills off their hands, thanks to them pulling out their wallets for the bets just made it easier for her. With her small size and quick hands not a single person seemed to even noticed as they were too engaged in the fight. She couldn't believe how this was working out for her, the guys would jump up and down waving their arms around just making the perfect targets for her.
 
As Sean's fight got underway, the room began to erupt with testosterone. As the polish boxer and Irish boxer lay into each other a defiant racial rift was obvious amongst the crowd, though this was nothing new in Old Town. The Polish gangs under the command of Josef Bukowski were one of the major forces in Old Town, they were far more organized than the Irish who were often fighting amongst each other. They needed some kind of leadership and Paddy believed he was the man for the job, but he was far more interested in filling his own pockets and getting Sean to defeat as many polish boxers as he could. It was the safest way for him to hurt Bukowski without any risk of revenge. As Paddy watched Sean in action, he jumped up and down and waved his arms frantically. "HIT HIM SEAN! STOP DANCING AROUND THE CUNT AND FUCK HIM UP!" Paddy yelled as he watched Sean continue to toy with his opponent, the brutish polish fighter was like a bull that had seen red. Sean constantly taunting his opponent as he dodged his punches and watched the man ware himself out.
 
Allie continued to work the room, yet when she heard the loud man yelling towards the ring like he was she gave a smirk. He was just jumping around with his arms up it was a perfect target, within moments she was slipping next to him before her hand reached for the money she noticed in his pocket. She was going to get it and call it a night, she didn't want to be around here when they started to collect the money for all the bets.
 
((Posts are already getting super short, this is never a good sign..))

Paddy was no stranger to pickpockets, after all he had once used it as his primary source of income. Sensing an unwelcome presence behind him, he looked down to his pocket to catch a glimpse of hand entering his pocket. Paddy froze for a moment before quickly grabbing the thief by the wrist, his other hand quick to pull a switch blade from his inside pocket. With a satisfying swish noise the shiny blade shot out of the handle and was soon brought to Allie's throat. "What the fuck are you doing?!" Paddy asked in a hush tone trying not to cause to much of a scene, a few people noticed the disturbance but being low life's themselves this was nothing out of the ordinary while everyone else continued to watch the fight. Sean however had not noticed the incident as he was to busy beating his opponent to a bloody pulp.
 
(Sorry for the wait)

Allie's eyes went wide whens he felt his hand grab hold of her wrist, she knew that sound that came next, her own free hand pulled out her own. By the time he was talking she had her own switch blade against his throat, her face was dirty and hair hidden so she really did look like a boy. Allie did notice how he wasn't making a lot of noise though so followed that. "Does it really matter" she said, making her voice low and gruff hiding her gender. Her eyes though were hard as she put more pressure on his neck with her blade. "Let me go" she said, she wasn't going to let him hold her up much longer if she could help it.
 
"What the fuck you going to do with that wee butter knife, gonna give me a wee shave?!" Paddy taunted without a care for the knife at his throat, after all he had his ready to cut Allie's jugular artery. Paddy had not noticed that Allie was a women, after all the room was dimly lit and very smokey and her appearance was not exactly lady like or at least feminine. The Irish man's eyes watched her like a hawk but were soon distracted by another shiny object that was held to the back of Allie's head, taking a deep breath Paddy eased his knife at Allie's throat before a deep voice spoke behind her in a thick Polish accent. "There is no fighting outside the ring and no weapons are allowed in my Gym!" This was Josef 'Big Joe' Bukowski the Gym's owner and Boss of the Polish gang, he held a pistol to the back of Allie's head. The room gradually grew quiet as attentions moved away from the fight to the man with the gun. The fight had by now stopped with Sean and his opponent both watching the action outside of the ring. Bukowski was as his nickname suggested a big man, he was a man in his early 50's who had throughout most of his life been a boxer, but now he was just another immigrant gangster. "What the fuck is going on here Irish?!" Josef asked as a couple of his goons forcibly took the knifes from both Paddy and Allie. Tensions now began to rise as more of Josef's gang began to gather around Paddy and Allie.

But then being quite the wise guy he was good at thinking quick on his feet and quickly took hold of Allie and put a arm around her the back of her over her shoulders in a friendly manner. A big grin slid across Paddy's face as he stood holding Allie like a friend while he tried his best to think of something to say to Josef who was now aiming the pistol at them both. "Ugh, this is my cousin... Fra, Fre, Fran... Freddy! He just got off the boat this morning, yeah! We had a few to many whiskeys and you know what us micks are like we love a good drink and a fight!" Paddy explained lying through his teeth as he tried his best to defuse the situation before he and Allie both wound up sleeping with the fishes. Sean however was growing concerned about Paddy's safety and in his typical swagger he climbed out of the ring and walked over to Paddy, pushing past the Polish thugs as he got close to his friend. "Hey Joe, put that away.. Lets get back to the fight!" Sean pleaded, hoping to appeal to Josef as a boxer.

With a low growl and a reluctant nod to his men, Josef put his pistol back into its holster beneath his jacket. "Ok, you two get out of here!.. and you get back in that ring!.. LETS GET BACK TO BUSINESS!" Josef yelled as he walked back toward the ring pushing between Paddy and Allie were both dragged out off the gym by Josef's small army. Sean sigh and returned to the ring, knowing Paddy would not be able to claim their winnings at the end of the night. With a hard push Paddy and Allie were pushed out of the Gym and out into the cold streets. "Wypierdalaj stąd! (GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!)" Yelled one of the Polish thugs before the slammed the doors closed behind them.

Paddy landed on his ass with a loud thud and a pain filled groan, the side walk was cold and hard and Paddy had rarely made its acquaintance sober. Sitting their by a couple of trash cans he looked over to Allie. "Shite!... Do you know how much money you have potentially lost me tonight you wee fuck?! You stupid little bastard!" Paddy yelled at Allie as if she were just a young man or boy, he then stood up and dusted himself off as his eyes became fixed on the Gym's doors. He reached into his pocket and pulled out two fist fulls of betting slips, all that were useless to him now he could no longer enter the gym and get to the bookie.
 
Allie felt like screaming at the man when he taunted her about her own switch blade, still when she felt something against the back of her head she went still. Hearing the male behind her she really didn't know what the hell to do, yet when the guy grabbed her, spinning her around to hold her like a friend she gave a chuckle. "Oh yeah, just forgot where we were" she said, her accent thick still having to gruff her voice though to keep it from sounding like a girls.

Seeing Sean come down and stop what was going on she was thankful for that much. Yet as she was dragged out of the gym and thrown to the pavement outside her hat was thrown off when she hit the ground. Her bright red hair fell around her face hiding it as she pushed herself up. She had hit her head hard against the pavement when thrown so she gave a groan, her hand coming to rub the side of her head.
 
Paddy was still oblivious to Allies real identity, he was not exactly sober and it was dark plus he to was aching all over. Standing beside her he looked down at her and shook his head. "Jesus wept Lad! Pick yourself up already! Some fucking thief you are, cant take a wee tumble!" Paddy added in his typical abusive manner as he put the betting slips back into his pockets and then puled out a carton of cigarettes, his eyes drifted from Allie and to his surroundings as he put a cigarette in between his lips before reaching again into his pockets looking for a light. "Where the fuck is that wee bastard?... Ah shite, I think I left it in there... Bollocks!.." Paddy muttered to himself before giving up his search for his lighter, his attention then fell back upon Allie. "I don't suppose you stole any lighters while you were in their?" He asked with a mix of accusation and curiosity. His eyes now were focused on Allie who seemed to be making very little effort to get up fast enough. Shaking his head Paddy reached down for Allie's arms and lifted her up onto her feet. "Get your arse up now and give me a fucking light you wee shite! You at least owe me that for fucking up my night!" Paddy continued to mutter away like a real chatter box, still unaware Allie was a women.
 
Allie shook her head a little before realizing her hat was off, she could hear him yelling at her as she rolled her eyes. "Fuck off, you went and ruined my night!" she yell back to him, still her voice was gruff as she grabbed for her hat putting it on in hopes that he wouldn't notice before she felt the hand yanking her up. He kept groaning on it was annoying to her so she pulled out a lighter she had for herself. "Why don't you just shut it" she groaned before jerking her arm away from him and adjusting her hat again as she moved to leave him. There, she wanted to get the fuck away from him before this turned into a worse of a night.
 
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