Post by charlie anderson on Aug 9, 2012 23:27:09 GMT -5
CHARLES ALFRED ANDERSON
♦ charles anderson is currently residing in london, but hasn't been living there for more than a year. he is originally from brooklyn, new york and graduated nine years ago from salem's academy (the equivalent of hogwarts in the united states). currently he is in london running his own pub/lounge in knockturn alley. although he has not been in london very long, many frequents of knockturn alley know him well because he sticks out like a sore thumb. his heavy brooklyn accent has made him knockturn alley's local "yank". at first charlie had trouble getting his pub off the ground because he was an american, but soon he gained the respect of locals by hosting unwanted guests in his pub that weren't welcome elsewhere because of their shady dealings. because of this charlie's pub usually sees some rough company passing through, but charlie always manages to keep them in line. his motives for moving to london and opening this pub in knockturn alley are far more complex than they may appear, but let's start at the beginning.
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u pon entering the vehicle ozzie was please to be seated at last. he was in so much pain that he could not ignore it, and so distracted himself with his surrounding. upon instinct he removed the hand entangled with lisa's in order to remove the loose carpet covering the floor of the back seat. then he leaned forward and found the slight impressment on the floor where the compartment he knew well was hidden. every car that was responsible for escorting malones around had one somewhere. once he found the panel ozzie lifted another layer of carpeting up off the floor to find a black steel panel with a four code combination. he entered the number and lifted it open to reveal a stainless steal baretta with a calligraphy "m" carved into the handle. one of his father's favorites. ozzie instantly took it out then replaced the carpeting and sitting back against the seat of the car. he ran a hand down the barrel, the stainless steel caressing his skin and reminding him of who he was. what he was capable of. what he had done in the past, and what he intended to again without remorse. the feeling intoxicated him. he needed a cigarette, and more importantly some rational thought. it was sad that ozzie was one of the least violent in his family, and here he was relishing in the contagious thoughts of murder and vengeance.
solomon's voice brought him back to reality. he met the blue gaze from the rear view mirror feeling embarrassed. solomon had probably seen enough of the malone family in the last few months to recognize that small glint in a malone's eye that meant business. ozzie nodded, stuffing the gun in the back of his pants before pulling his shirt over it for the journey up to sol's apartment. he exited the car first then offered his hand to escort lisa out of the car behind him. not too shabby eh solo, ozzie remarked looking up at the place. it was modest, certainly nothing he was used it to, but it was still rather nice. not particularly luxurious, though the malone's paid well. he walked with solomon and lisa into the elevator and up to sol's apartment. it was strange to be exposed to his butler's private accommodations. it was like being a child and thinking that your teacher lived at school because that was the only place you ever saw them. ozzie didn't mind though, it made solomon more real to him, perhaps as a friend that ozzie was so desperate to have.
i really appreciate this sol, ozzie replied to the warm welcome. he ran a hand through his hair, not particularly used to not having hair-jel holding it in place. it was more all over the place than usual; the state it usually took on after rolling around on a mattress with lisa marie all night. ozzie took the gun out from the back of his pants, flopping a lazy and tired hand over to gently toss it on the kitchen table. y'got any smokes around 'ere? he called after sol who disappeared to the bathroom. ozzie sat down at the table, slowly lowering himself as it was getting up and down that phased him particularly. he sighed, rubbing his forehead as he often did when stressed. he probably appeared cold and in a bad mood, but he tried not to. he was just trying so hard to remain strong and focused, not only in front of sol and lisa, but for the sake of forming a plan to kill giovanni as intelligently as possible. he couldn't be tied to the event, and yet wanted the satisfaction of doing it himself. he watched solomon move effortlessly though the kitchen now, with great ease and professionalism. i'm doin' fine, he lied. feelin' a lot betta actually to have some fresh air, he added to solomon. more lies. he worried about the state of his stitches but chose to deal with that by ignoring the pain and hoping it would give him a break sooner or later. of course. it's the best there is in'is town. but i dunno about the rest, he smiled. we got alotta work ahead of us, he said with a small laugh, trying to keep to his usual lightheartedness. as if they were planning a trip to disney land. ozzie took off his jack and hung it over the chair behind him before leaning back.
o zzie reached for the gun on the table, spinning on the wood as though he were fidgeting with a mere piece of cutlery. lis, you sure you wanna gettin to alla this? he asked her. of course she did, she said she did, but he had to ask. her feelings for montague were haunting the back of his mind, scratching at his brain like an insect, and reminding him that she could be a liability if she wasn't entirely committed to bringing down giovanni. ozzie couldn't trust his own feelings for lisa marie capaldi to compromise the task he had set forth. ozzie had functioned so well at his job in front of and behind the public eye because he had no loyalties outside his own family. that was a little different now though. he had something greater than his reputation to lose, and that was lisa. he wasn't sure whether she would still contact giovanni. it was one thing to have destroyed her cell phone, but that was nearly irrelevant. she was still married to him, and he would still be desperately trying to find her and reel her back into his abusive marriage. the sooner her was dead the better. some people just had that twitch the malone's had, that sol had. they were more than capable of acting against the morals of society just because they could. lisa was a gamble. she was known for reckless behavior, but more than that ozzie saw a lot of good in her. a lot of decency, which perhaps he had fabricated himself, but it was a problem if she were to help them commit murder. it took a ruthless mind.
s hifting slightly in his chair ozzie winced. fuck, he couldn't help but slip out under his breath. he lifted the plain shirt he was wearing to take a look at his side. the gauze over the wound still intact, but the faintest stain of blood, so faint it was a light pinkish tone. but it was blood no less. ozzie's attempts at secrecy under the table were feeble. he couldn't help getting a look though, fascinated himself by the typically "gross" as had always been growing up. it was a disappointment not to see some kind of disgusting scar, though it was there, just under than bandages. he pushed the thought out of his mind, focusing on the task ahead of him. giovanni had to be located first and foremost. ozzie pulled out his blackberry, scrolling through his contacts. who could be trusted? no one. who could be relied on to keep it a secret from his father? no one still. he looked to his calender. the family was expected to appear at an important dinner party with colleagues. it was being held in honor of the malone's donation to some bumfuck organization ozzie couldn't care less about. both his parents would have to be there however. it would be a display of ingratitude to not show up, and it wasn't they give a shit how he was doing to not attend a chance to smile for the cameras. especially once they found out he was in solomon's care. tonight we get into my father's office, ozzie then said after a moment's quiet. they'll be gone late to a function. he's got shit on everyone in there for his own purposes of blackmailing. we need to find out where gio would go if he was in trouble, he said, thinking out loud a little. you got any ideas ov'a there mrs. montague feel free ta share, he added to lisa cheekily. until giovanni was dead it would always bother him they were still married. then there's the gun. the police can't be investigatin' in the middle of the night. we gotta find a way to gettin there unnoticed. it's probably unda watch by some asshole or another lookin for some clue of what the fuck happened. ozzie knew that in this city information was power. if anyone could find out anything about that crime scene there would be a giant price tag on it. malone's guys wanted to find out who had done it, and montague's wanted to make sure no one was finding that out. it was quite the mess ozzie had now dragged sol into being knee deep in. but ozzie wouldn't rest until gio's head was served to him on a plate.
