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larry #7

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi! You both like larry rp. Stranger: (reading?) [Harry Styles runs the mafia. At age eighteen his father was killed in a tragic accident, and Harry stepped up to the plate. He has divisions in the UK, France, and America. The goings’s been tough, having fought for respect amongst men who snorted at such a young man assuming the role of his father. But Harry proved himself as ruthless, and cunning, and now the gang is making more money than it ever has before. Louis is his one weakness. An artist Harry’s age who stumbled upon Harry’s life by accident. They fell in love of their own accord, and when Harry finally confessed where his massive amounts of money came from, Louis never stumbled, only accepting Harry for who he was wholly and entirely. While that should have alarmed Harry, it didn’t, and he only let himself fall further in love with Louis. He shouldn’t have. — No, I’m not turning this into the classic sub Louis loves dominant gang member Harry. How boring. Current political climate: The mafia growing as large as it did has caught people’s attention, and there is a group struggling for power in the French sector of the gang. Harry has been handling it, but struggling as he did.His character is yours to enhance, and alter.] Be safe today. Won’t be stitching up any cuts you get. Going to have to fend for yourself for once. L You: [Reading] Stranger: (thanks. feel free to ask questions. They're both 25, met at 20.) You: Think I've forgotten how to look after myself. HS
What's with the sudden disinterest of catering to my every need and will? I'm hurt. HS Stranger: You're spoiled, is what you are. L Stranger: Just figured it's time you learn to tend to your own wounds while you bleed over the table. L You: I'm spoiled? What are you doing right this second? HS
Painting in your custom-built art studio? Maybe taking a bath? Throwing some bubbles in there too, huh? HS Stranger: You're cheating. L Stranger: That's cheating, I /told/ you I didn't need any of this. L You: But you deserve it. HS You: Still spoilt, though. HS Stranger: Gonna teach you how to sew yourself up, hm? L You: Then what will I keep you around for? HS Stranger: The sex and my exquisite paintings. L Stranger: And my ability to always, always outdrink you. L You: That's cheating. We both know the only reason I can't handle my drink is because I got shot in the liver a couple years ago. HS
It is. HS Stranger: Also because you're a lightweight. L You: I run the Mafia. HS Stranger: A lightweight who runs the mafia. L Stranger: And needs his boyfriend to fix all of his boo-boos. L You: If it's bothering you so much, I can happily hire a doctor. HS Stranger: I just want you able to take care of yourself, if it comes down to it. L You: What's that supposed to mean? Comes down to what? HS Stranger: Harry. L You: What? HS Stranger: Just. It's dangerous. Want to be careful. L You: I'm a big boy. HS Stranger: Gonna have to take care of yourself like one, then, darling. L You: Gonna be a couple of days, this job. Some of the boys will be round the house so invite whoever you want. HS Stranger: Couple of days? You didn't say that. L You: We didn't know how much shit needed to get done until we got here. I'll be as quick as I can. HS Stranger: Jesus. Okay. L Stranger: I mean it, H. Be safe. L You: Quit worrying. I'll be fine. HS Stranger: I always fucking worry. L You: Nothing to worry about. I'm hardcore. HS Stranger: You're hardcore to everyone else. I know you. And I worry. L You: I will be safe. I promise. HS Stranger: Okay. L Stranger: [next day// 4:23 am] Harry. L You: [4:34 am] Everything okay? HS Stranger: Someone's in the house. L Stranger: God. Fuck. L Stranger: Knew it. Had such a bad fucking feeling. L You: What? What do you mean? HS
What the fuck? Can you hear them? HS Stranger: Hiding in the wardrobe. There's, like. L Stranger: God. Eight. Fucking hell. They're paired off, checking the rooms. L You: They must've gotten past six of the fucking boys. I had them posted outside. HS
Alright. Alright, calm down. It's okay. I'm on the phone to Nick now. They're on their way. HS Stranger: Harry. L Stranger: Listen to me. L You: No. You're okay. HS You: Dont give me this shit. HS Stranger: Listen. L You: I'm not fucking listening to shit. HS You: You stay there and you keep your fucking mouth closed. HS Stranger: I love you. L Stranger: Okay? No matter what. L You: I love you, too. HS You: They're on their way. Okay? HS You: Two minutes, tops. HS Stranger: Not fast enough. L You: Shut up. Just. They might not know anyone's home. I'm away, maybe they think the house is empty. HS Stranger: [five minutes later// From: Nick] Boss. N You: [delayed] Fucking explain. HS Stranger: No one's here. N You: Not Louis? Did you check the fucking closets? HS You: Is anything else gone? Did they take anything? HS Stranger: No. Him. That's it. Wardrobe is trashed. He put up a fight. Scratched some numbers into the wardrobe. N You: What the fuck do they want with him? I'm gonna tear them fucking apart. HS
What are the numbers? HS Stranger: "488566 23522 01725394518 112517" L Stranger: *N Stranger: Bunch of gibberish, so far. We're working on it. N You: That doesn't mean shit to me. Get everyone on it. I mean everyone. HS
I'm getting the next flight home. HS Stranger: Don't. N You: Why not? HS Stranger: Sir, they're looking for a weakness from you, right now. Don't show anyone is getting to you. N You: Who is? Who the fuck is behind this? HS
Have you checked CCTV? HS Stranger: Wiped. They knew the passcodes. N You: The FUCK. HS You: We've got someone on the inside. HS Stranger: I don't want to make assumptions. Or freak you out. N You: Scrap what I said about getting everyone on this. I only want close-knit people in on this. Kin and originals. That's it. HS Stranger: But. We don't know what Louis told them. Cutting off a pinky is a pretty quick way to get passcodes. N Stranger: Right. Got it. N You: Like hell he'd tell them anything. Trust me. HS Stranger: Then only close knit people. No one we aren't positive about. N You: Exactly. People that were here from the start. When Dad was running shit. HS Stranger: Got it, Harry. N Stranger: That's... bring it down to a small group. Gonna be slow going. N You: We gotta be careful. HS Stranger: Whatever you say. N You: You got a better idea? HS Stranger: No. This works. N You: Then get on it. I'm flying back in two days. HS Stranger: Got it. See you then, boss. N Stranger: [11/25/17- Three months later. From: Unknown 1:23 am] You need to leave. Now. L You: Louis? HS
Is this Louis? HS Stranger: You need to get the fuck out. L You: What are you talking about? HS
Where are you? HS Stranger: The safe house. Leave. No. L Stranger: *Now. L You: You're gonna need to give me some more. HS Stranger: Leave. Explanation comes of its own accord. L You: Where shall I go? HS Stranger: Anywhere but the goddamned house you're at. Fucking hell. L Stranger: (Hey, I dunno if we've rped before but I do phone calls in a text style, if that's okay with you? Quotes for what's being spoken, brackets for sounds.) You: (Yeah, that's cool!) You: [twenty minutes later] Alright. I'm gone. What the fuck is going on? HS Stranger: Just keep an eye out. L You: What the fuck, Louis? Really. What the fuck? HS Stranger: [3:52 a// From: Nick] I don't know how the fuck you knew to leave your safe house, but it's up in flames. L Stranger: *N Stranger: Note left behind. From the french. They want a conference call. N You: Louis told me. Fucking text me and then vanished again. HS Stranger: Louis? N Stranger: What? How'd you know it was him? N You: Signed off with L. Told me to get out. HS
I mean, I'm just assuming it was him. HS Stranger: Harry. Sir. N Stranger: What's the likelihood of that? N You: Did I ask for your input? HS You: Really don't fucking remember doing so. HS Stranger: I'm trying to make a point. N You: Who else would it have been? HS Stranger: We'd know. If he were just alive and texting. N Stranger: I don't know. Maybe there's an insider for the french. Could be anyone. N You: Sorry. When did we come to the agreement that Louis isn't alive? HS Stranger: All I'm saying is that if he is alive, I don't think he's going to be well enough to be texting you. N Stranger: We've seen what these men can do. They aren't particularly merciful. N You: Keep it to your fucking self, Nick. HS
When's the conference call? HS Stranger: Tomorrow. Eleven am. They call you. N You: Wonderful. HS Stranger: Goodluck. N Stranger: [Next day. Current political climate: A leader has risen to the top of the french ranks, taking control of the chaos and harnessing it. There have been attacks against the U.K. with too much precision, it's been made clear there's a mole within Harry's ranks. The leaders are a couple, one man named Mathys and his partner, who has yet to be seen. // 10:58 am. Incoming call from: Unknown.] You: "I'm going to need you to tell me what you want. Leave out the theatrics." Stranger: [soft laugh, Mathy's voice] "Not even a set of introductions? Bit of a rude opener, don't you think?" You: "Not quite as rude as sending my property up in flames." [Harry moving the phone to the other ear.] "You've got my attention." Stranger: "It was a shame you got out so early. Unlucky call, on our part, I suppose. Darling, d'you care to tell the man what we want?" [soft breathing down another line, then Louis' voice] "Sixty percent of your income, U.K. and the States. We know how much you make, so you can't cheap out on us. We have the location of your men. All of them. Each day you refuse to sign the contract we've drawn up, ten of them die." You: (OH SHIT) Stranger: ( (: ) You: [Silence for a long time. Muttering from the background as the other boys try to ask what's happening. Harry's fist slamming against the table.] "I don't fucking negotiate." [Voice less harsh than before] Stranger: [Mathys laughing. Louis' voice, calm and cool.] "We know you don't. Which is why we didn't offer negotiations. And don't move your men. We have eyes, Mr. Styles. We aren't idiots. L You: [Harry standing up. Harsh, whispered order to one of the boys.] "The numbers in the closet. Suppose they have some sort of relevance?" Stranger: [Mathys pausing, harsh breath from Louis] "Stay on track, Mr. Styles." You: "Stay on track? Really?" [Harry laughing, humourless.] "Kill as many of my fucking men as you want. I'm not giving you shit." [Doors slamming as the men start to move out, already spreading the word of Harry's order.] Stranger: [Louis' voice, edging on annoyed] "We'll up to it twenty. And men and women." You: "If you think I care more about people than the work I've put into this business, you didn't get to know me as well as you thought, Louis." Stranger: [Mathys' laughing again, his voice smug] "Fine. Then it's war, Mr. Styles. And if you think you'll manage to keep the allegiance of your men after you've sacrificed them while we were willing to go peacefully, then you're even more of an idiot than Louis' told me." You: "Then it's war." Stranger: [click over the line of Mathys hanging up, Louis' sharp voice] "You're a fucking idiot. Your people are fucked." You: [Harry moving out of the crowded room. The door shutting behind him.] "All of my men knew what they were signing up for. We go out in a fucking fight, not signing over to traitors." Stranger: (have you got kik, love?) You: (i don't, but i can download it!) Stranger: [soft sigh, muffled noises] "God you're an idiot, Harry. Fucking hell. Half of those men were born into their positions. They don't want to be there, much less watch their wives die for it." Stranger: (that would be perfect! I'm already like a solid half hour late because I've been stalling lmaooo) You: (okay, give me two minutes!) You: [silence for a little while] "I'm not signing over everything my fucking dad did for this business. Not what he died for." Stranger: [sound of Louis hitting a wall, and then a harsh breath of pain] "Then fucking barter, Harry. Jesus fuck." You: "Why the fuck do you care?" Stranger: "No time for that, Harry. Just. Don't let these people die." You: "What are the numbers? In the closet?" You: (I made a kik. The user is morgan_evs) Stranger: [Louis' voice lowering] "Was trying to give you a fair warning. Was my location. And the number I'd text off of. And the date I'd get ahold of you. You were just too slow to figure it out." You: [Harry groaning under his voice] "Well, excuse me. I wasn't approaching it from the viewpoint that you'd be a fucking traitor." Stranger: [soft breath] "You're an idiot. Trusted so fucking easily. And now-" [sharp breath, breath picking up] "He's coming. Have to go. You know where to reach me." [line dead] You: (I'll reply on kik!) You have disconnected.