The Lives in the Mobster District

[Mayor Mac Tìre]

The Lives in this district consist of those whom work in the Nathair Household & those whom work under different Gang and or Pirate names, their lives may not stretch through out the entirety of the city often, so as not to cause confusion.

[Mayor Mac Tìre]

Inside the Nathair Household

The sound of useless objects being thrown about one of the upper offices rang through the empty house as the majority of the Nathair Mafia stood at the base of the stairs, listening to the violent stream of curse words that seemed to be pouring out of the mouth of the more--brutish Nathair Sister.
WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? NEARLY GETTING YOURSELF FUCKING EXPOSED?! YOU-- was all the mafia heard as they watched the subject in question come flying out of the now broken door, which had been closed not even 3 minutes earlier. The man seemed to fly over the railing and smash his head into the granite flooring of the first floor, causing the majority of the men and women to flinch in fear. The sound of heavily booted footsteps filled their ear drums as they all trained their eyes in unison to see what now stood in the shattered door way, glaring at them with eyes laced with a desire to draw blood. WHAT THE HELL ARE ALL OF YOU LOOKING AT? GET BACK TO WORK! She roared as she stomped back into her office and threw what seemed to be a book case over the hole in the door.

He had come in from the training facility out doors and stood underneath the shadow of the staircase listening to her shout at them. He smirked proudly at the girls violent behaviour. As she stormed back into her office and the bustle of conversation picked up once again the tall, heavy set gentleman moved from his hiding space and begin to blend himself into the white noise of conversation.
Did you see how much force she put into that throw?
I don't want to get on her bad side.
Shouldn't we be working, so we don't get our heads chopped off?
They all seemed to take rather terrified glances at the twitching body which lay face down in the granite. I guess I'll be the one to clena it up.. He muttered under his breath as he made his way to the corpse and unbuttoned his suit-jacket, tossing it to the nearest female who seemed to swoon at his muscles. He hoisted the body up off of the floor and examined it's face. He'll be fine, just needs to heal. He's a werewolf. He muttered as he walked down the hall to the infirmary to put the body away to rest.

[Alternate]

Keeping calm the more kinder, yet secretly dark Nathair sister flashed a smile at the group of men and woman before nodding it gently going over to the railing and glanced down to the man in question her head cocked to the side. Before calling after the male who was taking the male to the infirmary, thank you very much Brother! Sorry for the trouble. At those words she turned her attention to the ladies and gentleman down below. Please excuse my sister, she is very kind in reality. Please forget everything you saw today and have a good day at work. Okay? With a gentle smile she turned heel and started walking towards the direction her sister went in hopes to catch up to her. What a troublesome sister. I hope Damien manages to get her hand in marriage, it would be lovely to see her in a wedding dress~


Her mind spaced off at the image of her sister wearing a dress and walking down the aisle holding Kiani's arm and she couldn't help but smile. Walking elegantly into the females office and smiled. Did something happen sister? I was too busy admiring your throw that I was not quite paying attention, Chey admitted with a proud smile. But please avoid anything else, okay? We don't need Demi to have more work for himself than he already has, yes Lavi helps out but for how long?




Lavi was in the infirmary having been there quite early to help Kiani organize things inside the place and was now walking around cleaning up some things. He didn't have to, but the need for a small clean space was bugging him and he wanted to help the male after all. It's not like he had anything else to do anyway, right? Letting his mind wander her proceeded to clean and organize things in the correct order taking inventory of the medicine and seemed pleased when he found out he didn't miss anything from the time he went out to buy more. I suppose that's it for today... He muttered to himself running a hand through his hair and closing his eyes letting out a small breath as he moved his hood up more to keep warm.

[Mayor Mac Tìre]

The taller of the two Nathair sisters would glance up from her desk and merely grunt in response, returning to sharpening her wolf claws at the tip of her serrated blade. The bastard deserved it. He blew the cover of the missionaries hunting down the fuckers that attempted to kill us last week. He managed to get out alive, but some how didn't seem to realize that coming back here meant death for him. Her voice would sound a bit raspy as she swung her combat booted feet off of the desk and onto the hard-wood floor. Leaning forward in her chair she'd pick up the still-lit cigarette and place it between her pale lips, careful not to puncture it with her claws. By the way, you're not getting me in a Wedding Dress. Especially one of your girly-froofy ones. She'd admit bluntly as she stared her sister down from the chair framed by a stained-glass windowpane.

The butler pulled up to the house after making his delivery to the being at the end of the modern district. Adjusting his blazer over his shoulders he made his way calmly through the front door, not bothering to take notice to the others whom seemed to be staring at him with shock and amazement. Their reason for staring was the fact that he wore a slightly-bloody slice-mark down the majority of his face, stretching from near his left temple down to the right side of his jaw. Making his way into the infirmary he let out a sigh, glancing down at the recovering Werewolf corpse. What am I going to do with these two... He'd grunt out before flinching in pain, realizing that allowing movement in his facial area was not the best of ideas.

[Alternate]

Letting out a small bubble of laughter escape her, she lowered her head slightly with a small amused smile. I wasn't gonna be putting you in a poofy one you know, I was gonna gonna put you in a sleek black one with your hair thrown up into a nice braid... A bit of dark purple eye shadow and something sexy underneath the dress so you can make your boyfriend fidget with bad thoughts~ Seemed to have a teasing smile go across her face obviously amused. And staring down at your own sister? What have I done besides plan my sisters happiness? Cool and sweet was he voice and not even hesitant to say what was one her mind. Running a hand across her sisters desk she leaned over slightly with a small playful smile going across her face watching the female sharpen her claws.


Flickering his eyes upwards Lavi breathed out for a moment and grabbed the supplies needed to clean Kiani's face a sigh escaping him again when he made the male sit down where he could clean him up. That's the same question I ask myself all the time about you Kiani, what happened this time? Taking a cotton swab the male made sure Kiani's hands were staying still as he cleaned the wound up his eyebrows furrowed wondering why no one seemed to comment on it or ask if he was alright. Not even bothering to warn him about it gonna sting a little before looking at the body and grunts going back to Kiani since he was the center of his attention at the moment.

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