Two Guns and a Rose (Looking...Literate)

[elphy_and_fiyero]

Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Chicago, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;
Whole misadventured piteous overthrows
Do with their death bury their parents' strife.
The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,
And the continuance of their parents' rage,
Which, but their children's end, nought could remove,
Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;
The which if you with patient ears attend,
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend

Stories like this are not always told the way they are supposed to. A tale of two lovers finding each other in a place no one would expect it. An elementary school. Both in the Mafia and yet both families rivals. But nothing can stop love. Not even death. That is.....if it calls for it.

The girl only taught the youngest son of the Mafia king of the West side where as she was the heir to the Mafia throne on the East side. But will their love even last?

Pm me with the title: Mafia West Side Glory  

[elphy_and_fiyero]

[align=center][b]What the mirror shows me in the morning: [/b][Real picture, please]
[b]What my mother calls me:[/b]
[Name]
[b]What my friends call me:[/b]
[Nickname...don't have to have one]
[b]How long I've been here:[/b]
[Age: 20-25]
[b]My life:[/b]
[Bio]
[b]The way I tick:[/b]
[Personality]
[b]What else I like: [/b]
[other hobbies or just other random stuff.]
[b]My Job:[/b] [Don't have to have one. You could change it to something else you may want to put]
[b]My pet:[/b][Don't have to have one]
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[elphy_and_fiyero]

Profiles

What the mirror shows me in the morning:

What my mother calls me:
Scarlet Esposito
What my friends call me:
The Scarlet Wrangler, Wrangler
How long I've been here:
22
My life:
I always grew up different from the other kids at school. Where some girls went to Brownies and Girl Scouts, I went to my father's restaurant to help out the family after school. And it was never just a simple Italian restaurant. It was always filled with with Mob bosses, Hitmans, and any other cold blooded killer on the East side. That and the usual, occasional, average customers. All were pretty oblivious at all the killers in the room. My parents and family taught we well, as far as being in the Mafia goes, and prepared me for just about anything. The only thing they didn't prepare me for was the heir on the West Side and what to do if I ever fell in love with him.
The way I tick:
I'm tough, sweet on kids, and I know how to take care of myself.
What else I like:
Reading a good book, drawing,
My Job: Fifth grade teacher
My pet: This is Louie, mafia cat of my house.