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Post by MAYOR HECTOR "HADES" TORMEI on Jan 16, 2011 23:44:24 GMT -5
Hector had been having a good week, for a change. No disasters, no identity crisis, no guilt. It was a good week, a nice collection of days and pleasant encounters with rich hermits who occasionally wandered into his shop. No messy business with his other job, which meant Hector had time to indulge in his favorite pastime; sampling the choice top shelf bourbon with gourmet appetizers.
It had taken Hector nearly a half hour to finally decide on the right food to pair with the fiery, silky bourbon in his glass. Eventually, he chose lamb meatballs with a putanesca sauce and an order of duck fat french fires. Unlike other patrons, Hector sat at the bar, the stools on either side of him empty. It was between the lunch and the dinner services, meaning that the restaurant was mostly empty. No need to take a seat at a proper table when it was much better to sit at the long, oak bar. The kitchen was visible from his seat, as was the large mirror that allowed him to see the rest of the patrons. There was an old couple sitting in the corner, flirting shamelessly with each other, and a table of business associates. Hector smirked to himself while watching them, amused by how they interacted on such a casual level.
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Post by athos on Jan 27, 2011 22:59:45 GMT -5
Hours of confinement in a dark, cramped room with piles of folders filled with old cases did a number on Athos's back, and his eyes had been strained to the point he could no longer read. He'd finally decided to go and grab a bite to eat at his favorite restaurant. The food wasn't nearly as good as his Mémère would whip up, but nothing was ever as good.
He adjusted the trench coat he was wearing to cover his gun holster as he sat upon a stool at the bar counter. The tender, Roy was his name, behind the marble surface hurried over to take his order. "What'll be it, Detective?" he asked, shooting Athos a small smile. "Shot of rum?" He wiped the counter with a white cloth.
"Yeah, that would be fine," Athos replied, taking in his surroundings. It was quite empty, save for a few people in booths and a distinguished-looking man sitting two stools down from him. He shot the man a wry smile before continuing his order, "And you wouldn't happen to have any stew?"
Roy nodded and the white cloth disappeared as he ushered away to make the order. Athos inspected his neighbor with a glance. "You," he said, spinning on the stool to face the other man. "Aren't you running for mayor?"
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Post by MAYOR HECTOR "HADES" TORMEI on Jan 28, 2011 19:56:43 GMT -5
Hector was enjoying his drink, not minding the man who sat down at the bar, until he was addressed. Hector smiled his politician's smile, warm and friendly, not at all like other elected officials. "Yes, I am. Hector Tormei," Hector extended his hand. He had to lean over the stools to reach the other man, but he didn't mind. Meeting a potential vote was always worth the little extra trouble.
Retracting back to his stool, Hector took a deep sip from his bourbon and leaned his elbow against the bar. His body turned to face the man, one foot resting jauntily on the foot rest under the bar, they other on the floor. His knee bent to keep comfortable, Hector's legs being too long to sit on a barstool comfortably. It had been years since he had grown into his gangly limbs but Hector still found occasional discomfort when trying to fit a seat, or situation, smaller than himself.
"And you are?"
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Post by athos on Jan 29, 2011 15:53:33 GMT -5
Athos gently smiled back. If this man was an elected official, it'd be no doubt that he'd do anything to win the election, because that's what politicians do. Even if Athos had his doubts on Tormei's true self, he didn't hesitate to shake the man's hand. It was warm, and confident.
He wasn't very sure who he was going to vote for. There was the Plantagenet man, the current mayor, and Athos had read the articles about his brother. It was all very suspicious, and he has a feeling that the strict mayor had something to do with the affair. The other elective, Tormei, was someone Athos didn't know much about.
"And you are?" asked Tormei, sipping his bourbon.
Athos picked up his own glass of rum he'd ordered and let the liquid slide down his throat. "Athos de la Fère," he replied, setting the glass onto the counter. He smacked his lips before continuing, "If you don't mind my asking, but what is your reason to running for mayor?"
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Post by MAYOR HECTOR "HADES" TORMEI on Jan 30, 2011 20:21:09 GMT -5
"Well," Hector sat his snifter on the car and folded his hands. That was a question that was being asked far too often, so often that Hector had a pre-formed response. "Richard Plantagenet and I are long time associates and, while we are close friends, I do not agree with how he's run things. I've lived with people who have been ignored by the government, I was raised by them, and I want to honor them the best I can,"
Hector admited to himself, quite readily, that it even sounded like a bunch of bull to him. "That's what I've been telling everyone. But the truth is, I got bored with my life as a bookstore owner, and politics has always interested me. The fact that I think that I can do some good for the city was the final push for me to enter the race. I honestly think that I can help." Hector shrugged a shoulder.
"What do you do, sir?"
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Post by athos on Jan 31, 2011 23:44:15 GMT -5
Athos nodded as Tormei spoke, casually sipping the rum from his glass. "I am in perfect agreement with you," he replied, replacing the glass back onto the counter. Inwardly, he was smirking. Typical of him to target the underprivileged. "I believe that everyone should have a chance at equitability."
Athos intently listened as the man revealed his true motives for running for mayor. He didn't know this man, but he knew that everyone believes that they could make a difference. Nevertheless, he did not say anything in returned as he merely nodded and placed an elbow across the counter.
"What do you do, sir?"
"Me?" said Athos. "I work at the NYPD. Police detective." At this, he flipped out his credentials from his pocket and replaced them into his coat. "The shifts are tiring and I've only so much time to eat and sleep at times."
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Post by MAYOR HECTOR "HADES" TORMEI on Feb 12, 2011 21:08:18 GMT -5
"Police detective," Hector repeated smiling broadly. He was just another citizen, meeting a loyal defender of all things good. Of course, it was so deliciously amusing to be so close to one of Hector's natural enemies. Being a mobster, a faceless, nameless terror beneath the city's bustle afforded Hector certain pleasures that other men would not be able to enjoy. One such pleasure was mingling with the very people who had the potential of brining him down from his throne in the underworld.
"It's a satisfying job, I trust, despite the hardships," And of course, it was marvelous to have a campaign platform that catered to the law enforcement, leading to them voting for the Big Bad Wolf they were all trying to bring down. "I have plans to help law enforcement if I am elected. You all have done an amazing job, you deserve more than you are getting,"
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Post by athos on Feb 21, 2011 10:34:59 GMT -5
Athos finished off his glass and replaced it onto the counter. He propped an elbow upon the marble counter, nodding. "It's a satisfying job, I trust, despite the hardships, I have plans to help law enforcement if I am elected. You all have done an amazing job, you deserve more than you are getting," said Tormei with a rather large smile on his face.
Athos wasn't sure how much of what Tormei had said was true, and who knows, it could be all a pot of lies. Politicians were crooked and there's no denying that. Then again, he has always been a little suspicious and wary of others. This Tormei can be telling the truth, but Athos felt the need to doubt that.
"Thank you," he said, dipping his head. "It is quite satisfying to see a criminal in his righteous place. Behind bars. The pay doesn't matter to me at all. I might even do it for free." Bemused, he smiled a little, but it slowly faded away. Being already rich, he did have the capacity of doing the job for free, but the money would come in use for the future.
[ooc=Sorry for the long wait. I'm feelin' a little museless as well.]
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Post by MAYOR HECTOR "HADES" TORMEI on Feb 26, 2011 1:13:58 GMT -5
Hector smiled and nodded. Money wasn't an issue for this man, which was unusual. The average NYPD officer, or detective, had to scrape by. Hector knew for a fact that police officer pay was abismally low. Perhaps offering to raise the payroll wouldn't be enough to guarantee this man's vote.
But that ridiculous comraderie that police men seem to share would be plenty. Help out his fellow public servants, protectors of all things good and right, and his vote will be won.
Hector twisted in his barstool to look at the menu, written in chalk above the bar. He signalred the bartender again and ordered a Po' Boy Sandwich. Hector didn't care that it was made entirely of deep friend oysters and other fattening ingredients. It sounded damn good and it would go well with his drink.
"Would you like anything?" Ah yes, bribery via food. The way to a man's heart, and vote, is through his stomach and all that jazz.
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Post by athos on Feb 28, 2011 8:34:46 GMT -5
"Would you like anything?"
Athos nearly snorted out loud at this. It was an interesting angle this man was taking and a little too obvious. However, he concluded that perhaps it was the detective in him that was catching all the signals. Yes, that was probably it. He shrugged. He was uncertain of how to answer.
"I'm not terribly hungry," he replied, "but a rice meal and stew would be mighty fine." A silence fell between the two of them, but Athos broke it by asking, "Tormei. Is that Greek or Italian?"
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Post by MAYOR HECTOR "HADES" TORMEI on Apr 6, 2011 9:07:35 GMT -5
Hector knew he had been caught in his dasterdly plan to win over the detective but shrugged and ordered anyway. "It's Greek, or so I've been told. I've never been particularly close to my family so I'm relying on what I've been told in my youth. My father was always spewing something about Grecien pride," Hector shrugged and rolled his eyes. Between beatings and blackouts, his father was unusually patriotic.
"I am going to assume that you've a French background judging from the name," The conversation drifting to lineage was all fine and good with Hector. It was much easier to bullshit interest about geneology than anything else. Did the French and Greek people have a history of conflict between them? Hector couldn't remember off hand. Probably. It seemed the majority of Europe spent the majority of history pissed off at the French.
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