Dishonor (Open, casual)

[MAYOR HECTOR "HADES" TORMEI]

Hector wasn't one for gloating unless he had reason to but today called for a sicken display of pride. It was the anniversary of his father's death. That fucking bastard who had robbed Hector of his childhood in too many ways. He had beaten him, forced him to grow up before he had even had a chance to figure out his seven year old life. His memories had been wiped away by one too many blows to the head. This asshole was what forced Hector into the mafia, not that he regretted it now. Hector regretted it then, though. He was barely a teenager when he did his first hit. He regretted it at that moment when he emptied his stomach in some shitty bathroom and he regretted it later that night when he got smashed on cheap booze.

He had passed out in his own tears and woke up in his own vomit and piss the next morning.

That was the changing point for Hector. That was when his old man became nothing to him.

All the days he had gone to school with cracked ribs from being tossed against the coffee table, all the bruises and cuts that he explained away, the one time it felt like he had been torn apart when his dad thought it would be funny to let his fucked up friend 'use' Hector for entertainment...they were all behind him. Hector was something important once he was in a family. He was worth a hell of a lot more than he had ever been worth at home. Hector was done being a punching bag. Now, he was the one in charge.

With a gun in his hand, Hector took revenge on his father with every kill that moved him closer to the top. He shoved his success in his father's face, and when he died, promptly tried to forget about his entire existence. And so it was: Hector was fatherless for decades.

And he would have stayed that way if his father hadn't been brought up in an interview. Of course Hector had to brush it off as nicely as he could ("My father and I did not have a good relationship") but it brought everything back.

It was what prompted his trip to the cemetery.

He stood in front of his father's grave, glaring down at the headstone. "I hope you're burning you sick fuck. You don't deserve eternal peace after all the shit you put your family through." Hector spat at the stone and continued to glare at it.

[estella]

The night was relatively cool, cool enough for Stell to want to wear a light sweater, at least. Why she decided to take a detour into the cemetery during her nightly walk was beyond her, there were no relatives of her's here, since Miss Havisham had been buried close to her old home. Even so Stell wasn't the biggest fan of cemeteries, the thought of death made her extremely nervous.

She kept on the paths, the recent rain had made the ground wet so she was extremely pleased she hadm't worn heals tonight. Dressed in a simple combo of blue jeans and a black blouse she looked mildly comfortable and approachable. Though it didn't mean she didn't hold her chin high and walk with a way of arrogance and pride.

There was a realization of someone closeand that sent an odd feeling throughout her, causing goosebumps to erupt on her fair skin. She looked around every few steps, trying to listen or see whataver may hide in the shadows. Stell wasn't naive enough to believe in ghosts or zombies, but she did believe in killers hiding im the dark.

The sound of yelling made her stop and narrow her vivid hues with distaste at the man's back, not yet realizing who this was, but quite sure this man was what caused her to be so edgy. "You should not speak like that aloud, someone may be willing to think you're not of the right mind."

[MAYOR HECTOR "HADES" TORMEI]

"You should not speak like that aloud, someone may be willing to think you're not of the right mind."

Hector looked over his shoulder, turning his sharp, unfeeling gaze on the girl who approached him. He narrowed his eyes at her, turned slowly while straightening.

"Excuse me?" He asked coldly. This girl had some guts speaking to him like that. Of course, there was a good chance that she didn't know who he was. That was no excuse though. She was rude and uncouth, grating and a nuisance. He had half a mind to say all of that to her face but instead settled on nailing her with a cold glare.

If he hadn't been mayor, he would have laid into her, making her regret opening her mouth. If he had just been Don Tormei, that would have been easy. Now though, being Mayor Tormei restricted him. He could lash out like he wanted to. He had to keep it all inside, cool and composed on the surface.

Keep the anger to himself until he had someplace and someone to unleash it on. There were a few people who owed him money, it would be easy enough to visit them. Visit them, make them pay for their tardiness in flesh and blood, then do it again when they missed the extended deadline as they were sure to do.