The Hideaway [PARK SLOPE]

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Holding one of the highest populations on planet Earth, Brooklyn is home to a very diverse group of people. Everything from Hispanics, to Blacks, to Italians, to Polish, to whatever resides here. The income brackets vary so much here that it makes Brooklyn the perfect city to turn a hustler into a millionaire without leaving the block.
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The Hideaway [PARK SLOPE]

Post by Ronnie Faust » March 30th, 2016, 6:32 pm

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The door. You'll have to know the password of the day to get past Barbra Bell and her partner Bruce who stand on the other side.
Once inside they'll take your name and add it to the list of people who had come by that evening.

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The bar. Holding almost every liquor known to man, this is the real attraction of the Hideaway.
From two dollar shots of moonshine to mind altering absinthe, the Hideaway has the cure for what ails you.

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The dining experience. Bring your best gal by for the most delicious meal Park Slope has to offer.
If a traditional French menu doesn't excite you, feel free to order what you please and the Hideaway will do the best to accommodate you.
Just pray the kitchen staff doesn't put something nasty in your food.

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The VIP booth. at the back of the room, behind a pair of bodyguards and a velvet curtain, sits Ronnie's personal booth.
He can be found here on most nights meeting with many different people to entertain and do business.

Security Features
Large metal door with sliding peephole
3x Guards + NPC Barbra Bell
Password to get in that changes daily
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Re: The Hideaway [PARK SLOPE]

Post by Jack Murray » March 31st, 2016, 12:04 pm

Jack arrived at the hideaway, attempting to enter via todays password. 'Machinery'.The loud chopper announced his presence promptly, a large duffel bag hanging off the side of it, which he then carried up into the building.

His name of course, was fake. Him and Terry under the guise of Mr Woody and Mr Buzz. Best they could do on short notice, they didnt care if it was known to be fake, but having their legal names on a list is bad, especially if a police raid decides to take place.
"Mr Faust? My boy says you wanna talk guns."

Terry, of course, stood besides Jack, Mac-10 inside his suit jacket. Jacks m1911 was behind his back, in the waist of his jeans underneath a loose fitting white shirt. Terry nodded in agreement to Jacks statement.

"5 Kalashnikovs, Two grand each. This shit cant be linked to either of us, you get me? Far as im concerned I dont know you, you dont know me, and a magical fuckin unicorn dropped this off. Id also like to ask if you can erase mine and my boys name off the list.

This, surprisingly, was his version of formality.
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Re: The Hideaway [PARK SLOPE]

Post by Ronnie Faust » March 31st, 2016, 4:58 pm

With the type of clientele a secret bar pulls in nicknames were common place, but none had been so brash as to say they were two fictional disney characters. That alone was enough to set alarms off in Ronnie's head but he pushed past it for the sake of business. After all, Gerry and Todd were standing just behind him, their pistols weighing heavy in their holsters, ready to go at the first sign of danger.

"Two grand huh?" Ron slid his hand into his pocket, gripping hold of a little stack of cash while at the same time pulling his jacket back enough to let his 1911 peak out. "And what happens if these guns don't work? I mean, are they heavy enough to beat a man to death?" His smile betrayed the serious tone he used. Although these were all somewhat legitimate questions, the very thought of beating someone down with an AK47 tickled Ronnie's brain. "No matter." He said, pushing the conversation forward. Bringing the wad of cash out in to view, Ron announced, "This is fifteen grand. I always like to put a little extra on top to help foster new relationships, and as for your names consider them erased." Ron extended his arm, waiting for the curly haired man to snatch the money out of his hand.

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Re: The Hideaway [PARK SLOPE]

Post by Jack Murray » March 31st, 2016, 5:28 pm

With a devilish smile, he took the money lightly, shaking his hand.
"I hope to see more business with you Mr Faust."

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Re: The Hideaway [PARK SLOPE]

Post by Ronnie Faust » April 2nd, 2016, 5:55 pm

Ronnie's lawyer, Gavin Umbridge, was a powerful man. He held favor with many New York judges and a simple stare was enough to strike deathly fear into many prosecutors hearts. Back in '97 the Faust's had brought him in to help deal with a murder Gerhold Reinthold had been charged with when he shot three opposing gang members in the middle of Time square. After a little evidence went 'missing' Gavin made sure the case never even went to trial.

Lately his talents had been squandered, Ron has had him searching every store with a backroom in Brooklyn. Finally Umbridge found what his employer was looking for and promptly set up a meeting between himself, Ron, and Nicholas Ponce, the owner of Ponce funeral home.

"This needs to work out for us. There's going to be alot of cash to go around if the deal goes through." Ronnie sat at the VIP booth trying to reinforce the importance of this meeting in Todd and Gerry's thick skulls.

"I dunno Boss. This whole thing seems a little fucked up. A funeral home just doesn't scream money to me." The Germ couldn't wrap his head around the fact still. Even after the past few days of Ronnie constantly raving about turning it into his newest cash cow.

"That's why I don't pay you to think Gerhold. Just smash heads and throw people out windows."

"What about me boss? What do you pay me for?" Todd chirped trying to lighten up the mood.

"To keep your mouth shut. Now do your job, we have company." Across the room Barbra was ushering in two men. One Gavin Umbridge, Ron's sharply dressed dark skinned lawyer, the other Nick, a frail looking sixty year old dressed to the nines is his best tuxedo. Ronnie stood up as a sign of respect while the duo made their way over to the booth. "Glad you both could make it. Please take a seat."

The newcomers took their place on either side of booth before Nicholas spoke up. "Really excellent place you have here Mr. Faust. It makes me wonder why you want to buy an old man's funeral home, especially for only fifty thousand."

A silence fell over the table, Ronnie didn't know how to respond. He was insulted but at the same time should have known a guy this old would have learned something in his years as a brooklyn store owner. "Oh so your a player? Then you know how this goes. I tell you a lower number, you refuse, I threaten you, then you accept. So here's the deal, I'll give you ten seconds to sign and walk away or Gerhold there is going to kill you."

The elderly man gulped in fear but his eyes retained a dead set determination. "Nothing you say or do to me will get me to sign the parlor over. You best add another zero or I'm leaving."

"Huh." Ronnie slid his hand into his pocket, wrapping his fingers around his knife. "Gerhold, lend me his hand." Todd was the first to react, reaching over the lawyer and tossing the curtains closed. Before Nick knew what was going on, Gerry had grabbed his frail wrist and slammed the elderly palm flat on the table. With speed Ronnie pulled the knife out of his pocket, popping the blade out and stabbing through Nicholas's hand. The old man screamed but was quickly muffled by Gerhold's meaty forearm. "Gavin, get this man his papers and a pen."

The poor lawyer almost had a heart attack after seeing the act of violence but he obeyed his command, unlocking the briefcase and pulling out all the necessary paperwork. He stuffed a ballpoint pen previously in his pocket into Nick's free hand, the whole time unable to look anywhere near the elderly man's face.

Nicholas proved more than willing, rapidly signing every highlighted area in the forms. His muffled yells turned into a quiet sob and by the time Gerhold let go of his mouth he was just praying to just walk away alive.

Ronnie ripped the knife out of the old man's hand, retracting the blade and sliding it back into his pocket. "Dont you ever speak about this again." He waited a moment to make sure the fear had sunk in. "Put him in Sweeny's car and drop him somewhere in Staten island." Gerhold nodded and quickly escorted the bleeding man out of the bar. "Todd, get a mop and clean that up." Sweeney looked reluctant at first but didnt say anything before excusing himself.

Gavin took a few deep breaths settling himself. "That was fucking crazy Ronald. You can't just stab people like that then have them sign over their building. What happens if he tells someone what happened here?"

"Then we'll pay off judges and kill witnesses. Just like every other goddamn time." Ron hated the thought of law getting involved. It always made things messy and expensive. "Give me some good news now. Did the PI get back to you? And what about the car dealership, did you get the lease lowered?"

"Well Ronnie," The expression on Gavin's face was enough but he continued. "It's bad. The manager over at the shipping depot was reluctant to hand over the truck route and accept our cash offer." Ruffling through his briefcase he produced a small folded note. "That's his address, I figured you'd want to send someone around to have a chat. As for the Rolls-Royce, I went by the dealership and apperently the owner is away for the week. I'll check on it next Thursday."

"Dont worry about it." Ron said, taking the note from his lawyer. "I need you to make contact with Dallas, he's coming to New York tomorrow and I want him looked after. There was something about a hit and run in Queens that needs to disappear. Once you look into it give me a call and tell me what needs to be done."

"Consider it done Ronald." Gavin nodded, collected himself and left to do his duty.

Requests:
Ponce Funeral Parlor signed over to Ronnie Faust (No profit as of yet)
Address to a home of a Freight Transport company Manager. (Acquired by Level 2 PI and level 3 Lawyer)
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Re: The Hideaway [PARK SLOPE]

Post by Exar Kun » April 6th, 2016, 11:22 am

Well done even if it was messy. All things approved. Please note somewhere that you have a potentially bad situation with Mr Ponce that could comeback to haunt you.
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Re: The Hideaway [PARK SLOPE]

Post by Ronnie Faust » October 9th, 2017, 1:48 am

"I want to help but there's a few things I need to know first." Ronnie, along with his right hand man the Germ, had been speaking to some smelly cornrowed thug for the past hour and although very interested was a tad skeptical in the story. "You say he's connected why do you think that?"

"They contacted me by name dropping one of my regulars. When I hit that dude up he gave me a 411 on the kid, Mario. Guess his sister got some ho off me earlier that day." For a moment it looked like there was real remorse in the scumbags eyes. "The way that van pulled up on me and the beatin' that came with it." The dealer dropped and shook his head. "They pulled guns out and shit. Took fifteen stacks off me too."

The run down he spoke about took place across from a pizzeria in Queens. It was a bit of a drive from Park Slope but well worth the trip over the bridge.

"Listen I can pay. I got some cash stashed away an-" G-Jones was quickly interrupted by Ron.

"We don't want your money friend." Ronnie (and on que, Germ) made faces that looked like they were disgusted at the thought of that glorious green. "What I want is to build bonds." The dealer shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "It's obviously not safe for you over there in Queens. I mean, can you really afford to lose all that money again? Come here to Park Slope. From here we can protect you, take care of you. In exchange we will deal with this Mario issue."

Like synchronized swimmers Ronnie and Germ shifted ever so slightly revealing the pistols in their holsters. It was apparent Mr. Jones had no choice in the matter. It was time to move to Park Slope or move into a grave.

"Yeah.."Jones said nodding his head trying to convince himself. "Yea, I mean I gotta move some stuff around but by the time you got everything done we should be good to go."

"Good!" Ronnie smiled standing slightly to reach over the table and extend his hand. G-Jones seemed taken back for a moment but reached out for the handshake. "I'll be by every week for my percentage. Now get the fuck out of my bar and lay low." Ron sat back down watching the street rat scurry out of his establishment.

"Talk to the investigator." He said, turning to Germ. "Dig up everything we can on that moron and the two that robbed him. I want home addresses, places of work and their schedules."

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level 2 PI to look into Nicollo De Luca's NPC Mario and dealer G-Jones they beat up here http://www.mafiarp.com/viewtopic.php?f=128&p=6348#p6348
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Re: The Hideaway [PARK SLOPE]

Post by Shorty » October 9th, 2017, 5:18 pm

Ah man nice set up! Are you De Luca as well or nah? If not then good on you for incorporating other people's shit into your story line. If you are then good on you for crafting a show for us!

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Re: The Hideaway [PARK SLOPE]

Post by Ronnie Faust » October 9th, 2017, 9:47 pm

It was quiet in the club. Barbra was tending bar to what few patrons were there while Ron waited for his two most trusted employees to return. With the spare time he figured it was time to take care of some other business. It had been seventy-one weeks since he employed his bookie Alan and shy-lock Mike. In all the time Ron hadn't collected once but now that things were starting to kick up it was time. He had let them know earlier that day what the plan was and over the course of the afternoon each had brought in duffelbags and left them with Bruce the door man.

The bags had been sitting with Ron since his third scotch, he was now on his fifth. Ron set one on its side and unzipped it letting the cash inside pour out onto the table. He took a drag of his cigar thinking of all the toys he'd soon be buying.

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Re: The Hideaway [PARK SLOPE]

Post by Shorty » October 9th, 2017, 11:28 pm

Cha Ching!
+$2,698,000
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