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When the battle's lost and won...
Aug. 25th, 2011 12:36 amTitle: When the battle's lost and won
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oldwickedsongs
Characters: Jimmy Darmondy, Al Capone, Nucky Thompson, Jimmy Torrio, mentions of Meyer Lansky and many other gangsters of the day.
Rating: PG, I think Al cusses a few times.
Word Count: 1977
Summary: Set during the infamous Atlantic City conference in 1929, when organized crime sat down and divided up the East Coast. A character study of the young Turks and Mustaches Pete.
Warnings: Character death (again)
When shall we three meet again?
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
When the hurlyburly's done,
When the battle's lost and won.
Atlantic City, May 1929
“I thought you were retired.”
Nucky’s voice cut through the dark like a knife, but it still had the undertone of a joke hiding just beyond the next sentence. That was Nucky’s skill, Torrio thought as he stepped off the train and extended his hand in friendship, the man had a charm that put people at ease within seconds- despite that being one of the worst places you could be when facing Enoch Thompson across the table. The politician was smiling, but it didn’t seem to quite reach his eyes. In its place was a sort of weariness Torrio did recognize all too easily from every look in a mirror. The job aged people, it took it’s payment out in years and warmth bit by bit- God did Torrio know it, and those it didn’t age, it simply killed.
No where had that been made clearer than six months ago.
( You gonna frisk me? )
Author:
oldwickedsongsCharacters: Jimmy Darmondy, Al Capone, Nucky Thompson, Jimmy Torrio, mentions of Meyer Lansky and many other gangsters of the day.
Rating: PG, I think Al cusses a few times.
Word Count: 1977
Summary: Set during the infamous Atlantic City conference in 1929, when organized crime sat down and divided up the East Coast. A character study of the young Turks and Mustaches Pete.
Warnings: Character death (again)
When shall we three meet again?
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
When the hurlyburly's done,
When the battle's lost and won.
Atlantic City, May 1929
“I thought you were retired.”
Nucky’s voice cut through the dark like a knife, but it still had the undertone of a joke hiding just beyond the next sentence. That was Nucky’s skill, Torrio thought as he stepped off the train and extended his hand in friendship, the man had a charm that put people at ease within seconds- despite that being one of the worst places you could be when facing Enoch Thompson across the table. The politician was smiling, but it didn’t seem to quite reach his eyes. In its place was a sort of weariness Torrio did recognize all too easily from every look in a mirror. The job aged people, it took it’s payment out in years and warmth bit by bit- God did Torrio know it, and those it didn’t age, it simply killed.
No where had that been made clearer than six months ago.
( You gonna frisk me? )
