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Post by Luca Giovanni on Jan 17, 2010 0:17:09 GMT -6
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----LUCA GIOVANNI JUST LOVED FRIDAYS. it was the best part of his job. well, his main job. which was being a member of the giovanni mafia. also added to it that luca was in fact, a giovanni. he's as authentic is it gets. the twenty-one year old hot head was the second oldest second generation giovanni. a few months younger than fausto's eldest, alberto jr. this son would eventually be the mafia head once fausto died, or killed. wild, huh? or was it wild that luca was barely younger than his uncle? but that was the giovanni's for you. anyways, luca wasn't a resident of valkyrie, but he was here every weekend since april. because his job here called him to be here every friday for pay day. pay day for him. luca was a very loyal member, and even if he was fausto's favorite nephew (if he did say so himself,) luca definitely had to work for it. but over time he gained responsibilities. which led to the giovanni empire stretching to valkyrie. yeah sure, valkyrie appeared all glamorous and sexy, but really? it didn't take long to find the liars, cheaters, scumbags, and people looking to make a quick buck. welcome to the world of gambling and valkyrie had a very serious underground gambling ring. leave it to the giovannis to take advantage of that. the losing betters who had to scramble and find money they didn't have answered to luca. those who managed to win something, got their collecting from another gio member who worked down here on pay day. basically, you didn't want luca coming to you. especially if you didn't have the money.
luca then felt immense pressure on his chest. it was friday morning, and the pressure continued to bounce on his chest. the twenty one year old opened his eyes that friday morning to see the smiling face of his four year old godson, rocco, jumping on his chest. luca let out a low rumble from his chest. as the brown-haired little boy laughed and laughed, thinking he was causing more pain then he actually was. one quick motion, luca grabbed the kid under the armpits and playfully tossed him to the other side of the bed that was never occupied by a certain opposite gender. another roll of laughter rolled from rocco as he tried sitting up only to get a pillow in the face. the young child was sporting some gray sweatpants, but he screamed and beat his bare chest like he was tarzan. luca leaped off the bed and started heading towards the kitchen, which was just a counter jutting out from the wall with a fridge and stove shoved in the corner. luca's loft was one big room. it looked at the time. ten o'clock. shit, did he really sleep that long? and did the little ball of energy really sleep that long. it didn't take long for luca's eyes to locate the small futon that was designated as rocco's bed on thursday nights when he slept over. crayolas, sketch pads, and coloring books littered the floor around the futon. he must have gotten bored after he woke up and decided to wake up luca. but ten o clock also meant violet would be here any minute to pick him up and take him to preschool before she had class and luca had to start the collecting day. "little dude, your mom's going to be here, and i didn't feed you."
in response he heard a yell and small feet charging across the floor. another thing he also heard was the sound of the old elevator, signaling violet would be up in the loft shortly. luca turned and saw the little shit full-on headbutt him on the side of his right leg. he staggered only slightly, because it's not like it would actually hurt. it must have impacted rocco more than him because the four year old stumbled backwards and took a tumble to the floor. luca took this as an opportunity to grab rocco's ankles and pull him up, hanging him upside down, and started swinging back and forth. he screamed in excitement. or, at least luca thought that was what it was. just then, violet pulled the wooded doors of the elevator open and stood there, slightly shocked of what she saw. "mommmyyyy!" rocco yelled as she started walking to them. luca hooked and arm under rocco's back and pulled him up onto his own hip. "overslept?" violet asked him as he handed rocco over to him, rocco's little arms reaching for his mother. "only thing i'm guilty of." luca shrugged. "well, of today i mean." violet gave him a look and shook her head, hiding a subtle smile. she then turned to rocco and said, "now... how about we find you a shirt?" ten minutes later, violet finished what luca was suppose to do. dress him and make him look presentable for preschool. luca did however find some waffles and put one in the toaster, to which rocco started eating as luca walked his cousin and godson back to the elevator. "thanks again. i know how much rocco loves you." luca smiled, "no problem vy, you know how much i love him." violet and rocco got into the elevator. before luca pulled the door down, she said, "be careful today, luc." luca cocked his head to the side, "i always am."
luca got ready and by eleven, he was out the door. his gun placed securely at his side, hidden by the black coat he wore. he got in the car and started driving to his first place. the first place turned into the second place, which turned into the third place and so on and so on. each losing gambler either grudgingly gave the money or luca had to get collateral for the next time. which was usually something valuable to the person, even if it wasn't worth five thousand, if they wanted their mother's silver teapots, they better give him his money. it was the last stop that luca might actually have to use some... alternative strategies to get what he wanted. luca had a face of an angel, but his actions were that of a demon. don't underestimate him. by this time, it was three in the afternoon. luca got out of his car and to the entrance of the shitty apartment building.
he was looking for paul. or to everyone in the underground gambling ring as paul the cheat. he didn't have a very good rep. the man was in his thirties and was addicted to gambling as he was addicted to drugs. the man was fucked up. he had already escaped the past two pay days and it was pissing luca off since even if he missed paying a losing bet, he was still betting the following week. by now, he was owing luca ten thousand. how he was going to get the money living in this shit hole was beyond him. but, luca didn't care how or where he lived, he just needed his money. in the building, luca went up the stairs to the second floor. the doors were mostly closed, a few people came out, saw luca and went back to their rooms. whe he got the paul's familiar apartment, the door was ajar. well, crime 101, that was never a good sign. hand over his gun, luca pushed the door open. he was standing still in the hall, off to the side. seeing no one in the immediate hallway, luca entered the apartment. he crept slowly. he then heard someone moving stuff around. "paul?" he asked and turned into the kitchen to see some girl he had never seen before. he relaxed slightly. it was a girl... probably paul's whore from the previous night. "where's paul?" he asked.
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CRED, format and graphics to me
LOCATION & TIME, shaks, september 2007
LYRICS, 'slow poison' - the bravery
CLOTHES, meh, something 'mob like' dark pants, coat, blah blah, i'm lazy.
TAGGED, maggie c!
I SAY, LAGGIE
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Post by Magdelena "Maggie" Corinthos on Jan 17, 2010 11:57:20 GMT -6
 MAGDELENA GABRIELLA ESMERELDA CORINTHOSSHAK STREETS, PAUL'S SHACK, SEPTEMBER 2007[/font][/center] -----maggie hated days like these. sure she got a decent payoff in the end, but to go through so much trouble to get the money. it was exhausting. first you had to keep track of what was owed. for a numbers genius like maggie that wasn't difficult, but then you had to hunt down the person who owed you and get the money. getting what was owed wasn't as easy for maggie as it was for other people, especially when you dealt with drug addicts. it usually took a lot of persuasion and some physical violence on occasion. when you worked alone as maggie did, that tended to really wear you out after a while. luckily for her, she only collected when outstanding balances were due, which meant every two weeks or so. you see maggie was much more fond of using leverage to get someone to cough up whatever it was she needed. how else do you think one little eighteen year old girl would get the mayor of valkyrie to hand over a shipping dock without guards simply for corinthos use? she was that good. but it was collection days that she hated, especially with the list maggie had going. now she usually didn't have to have these collection days. maggie liked to deal in a face to face manner where if you didn't have the money when you met her in a back alley or other location, you were shit out of luck. it was only a certain clientele that maggie kept tabs on and she made sure to keep it a relatively short list. she could do just fine without these clients, but she knew keeping them around would be better in the eyes of her father, so she did just that.
-----her one problem client, the one who really made maggie despise clients all together, was paul. the little weasel seemed to have her habits down and had evaded her one too many times. at this point he owed her far more than she liked to be owed and something needed to be done about it. looking out the window of the apartment she shared with her big lug of a brother, j.r., maggie watched the street lights begin to pop on. showtime. "wow, where you headed. you look like a whore." maggie rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to the mirror where she'd been applying lip gloss. "you should see what i'm wearing then." she quipped, flipping her wavy hair over her shoulder as she took a look at her brother. what a waste of decent family genes. the boy wanted nothing more than to get out of the business while maggie wanted nothing but to be accepted into it. in juan corinthos sr.'s mind women were nothing, a placeholder, a means of sex, and never part of a member of his little drug scheme. he'd loved only one woman, yet had four children by two others. honestly the man was a mess. and maggie hated him. she hated how bigoted he was and how stubborn he was. if maggie hadn't been equally stubborn lord knows she would have been married off with a kid somewhere in tijuana. well that wasn't happening to her. maggie didn't care how many times her father said she would never be a part of the business. she would get in or die trying. it wasn't because she was his daughter, no, maggie was pretty sure family didn't mean that much to juan unless you were the eldest son and destined to take over like j.r. no, it was because she was a woman. juan had strict feelings about women, all of which had arisen the moment his first wife died. since then, or at least she assumed so, juan had turned into a masochistic, violent, bigoted drug lord.
-----it wasn't as if maggie cared anymore. she'd always grown up around the prick side of her father so she was used to it. but this...segregation, this...discrimination against her simply because she was a woman. that was going to change. in a way it had already. maggie was in with her father's business, even if it wasn't on the best of terms. she had her own little branch here in the states because she was a legal u.s. resident and as such could get into places, in with customers, that juan sr. could not. "you're not actually going to wear that are you?" maggie heard her brother ask as he noticed the skimpy little getup draped across her bed. "how the hell else am i supposed to get in? this asshole keeps avoiding me and sooner or later i'm going to have to answer to dear old dad. i can't have that. i'm not going back." maggie stood, slapping her lip gloss container on the vanity as she closed her bedroom door. she had to do this, she would do this, and no one was going to stop her. once dressed, maggie slid on her big, black trenchcoat and was out the door. "see you tomorrow." she said with a wink as she closed the door to her apartment behind her. you see it was thursday, night to be specific. the little freak known as paul knew her collection day was friday and would probably find himself scarce all damn day. maggie had a plan to get the jump on this bastard and get the eight grand she was owed. half an hour later maggie walked up the dark street to paul's rotting, flithy apartment complex. god how could people live like this? ignoring the few catcalls, maggie slipped inside the entrance to the apartments and climbed the stairs until she reached paul's floor. her heels clacked on the uneven floor as she walked to his door, her knuckles gently rapping on the door.
-----"who is it?" she heard the low timbre of his voice through the door and smiled. bingo. "delivery for a mr. paul?" she said as she leaned against the doorframe, out of the way of the peephole. the door opened barely as eyes scanned the hallway, eyes greedily taking in as much of maggie as he could see. the door shut and maggie fished a knife out of her pocket, listening to the chain drag against the door as paul unlocked it. stupid ass. the door opened and maggie gave it a little push, sending paul back an inch or two. "sorry baby but you owe me money." she saw the panic in his eyes as he tried to rush past her but maggie simply caught him around the neck and pushed the knife against the tender flesh that protected his jugular. "i think we need to talk." she said with a smirk as she closed the door with her heel and dragged paul off to the back bedroom. once there she sat him down and tied him to a chair. the man really was pathetic. he was just a sad excuse for a man who chose to run from everything as opposed to fighting for it. the minute she'd had a knife on him the bastard had gotten all whiny and practically started crying. "now, i suggest you get comfortable, because unless you talk i'm going to be here for a long, long time. now sit back, think about things, and i'll be back in here in a few hours to see if you've gotten chatty." with that maggie left the room and plopped herself down on the couch, turning on the television to some random channel as she waited.
-----hours went by without so much as a peep from the bedroom, but she knew he was there. her eyes dragged to the nearest clock, three in the afternoon. fine, she wasn't taking any more of this bullshit. she pushed herself off the couch and walked to the back where paul sat, hunched over, the weight of his body pulling against his ties. he sat up a bit as she entered, but maggie wasn't satisfied with that. she raked a hand through his hair, pulling his head back as she slid herself on his lap. "now paul, i've really loved being here and all, but i can't leave until you fess up and tell me where that money is. so where is it?" he got all wimpy and whiny again and maggie simply lost it, rearing back and cracking him across the face with a fisted hand. "now i'm going to ask you again," she leaned in, whispering against his ear, "i know you have it. i do. because something is paying to help that cute little divorcee of yours put her daughter through that little academy around here. maybe i should hunt her down for the money. i'm sure she'd be much easier to coerce." paul screamed out a "no" and maggie silenced him with another punch. "where's the money paul!" with a nod of his head, paul motioned toward the closet, making maggie smile. "good boy." she eased off his lap and walked to the closet, leafing through shoeboxes and envelops as she tried to find the money. "for fuck's sake where is it?" she stood, walking over to paul. he began to whimper again but maggie clamped a hand over his mouth. "what the-" she trailed off as she walked out of the bedroom.
-----she walked out of the hallway and slipped into the kitchen, scanning the room until she found some guy standing there. she heaved a sigh and rolled her eyes as the guy spoke. great, another bookie to deal with. "paul's a little...preoccupied right now. mind coming back later?" she said cocking her eyebrow as she turned to the sink and washed paul's blood from her hands, hoping the guy didn't notice. well if he was half a man he wouldn't have noticed seeing as how she was standing in the kitchen in a hot pink bra and panty combo. but hey, with her luck maggie would get the only gay bookie in valkyrie.
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status • finished
words • 2009
tagged • laggie !
clothes • holy cow!
listening to • take me on the floor - the veronicas.
notes • lmao this is funny. and she's so much easier to get into now! woo hoo!
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Post by Luca Giovanni on Jan 17, 2010 13:17:52 GMT -6
LUCA. ANGELO. GIOVANNI.( AND IF THIS IS MY PUNISHMENT )( THEN I WANT MY CARD TO FIT ) [/color][/center][/font]
----OK, LET'S GET THIS WHOLE SCENE STRAIGHT. luca was standing in a dirty kitchen in an apartment that was a whole new kind of shit hole. the old nineteen seventies stained furniture set was only a few feet from him, part of the cushions were ripped, like animals lived here. thin, moth-eaten curtains hang over the window, providing spots of sunlight shining through providing light. because if luca had to guess, paul didn't have electricity. the tv was even old with two big antennas sticking out on top. beer cans, stronger liquor bottles, and clothes that smelled like shit littered the floor. the cupboards of the kitchen were peeling and faded yellow, the tiled floor, which at one point was white, was now dirty. food sat rotting on the counters and luca could only imagine what the inside of the fridge looked like. and admist all this, some chick with wavy hair was in the nasty kitchen washing her hands in the brightest pink bra and panties set he had ever seen. he had seen some fucked up shit while collecting. like the time when some woman was begging him not to take the money because she needed to pay child support. like, i'm talking that woman was on her hands and knees, nose bleeding from the coke she snorted moments before luca arrived. but seeing a girl around the ten scale in this shitty place? this was honestly the first. what was wrong with this picture? her. his initial thought of her being one of paul's prostitutes kind of went on the back-burner. the giovanni's also had some business in the prostitution ring. what could he say? fausto was building an empire. gambling, racketeering, prostitution, drugs, and weapon dealing were common terms used in the giovanni meetings. this mob was actually bigger than you thought. it was like... mcdonalds. you head headquarters and little chain stores scattered around. that's what luca worked in. one of the chain stores.
but he had his experience in some other 'chain stores' as well. one of which was prostitution. and this girl? didn't look like a hooker. but if she was, she was the hottest hooker he'd seen. he shouldn't judge, because he knew people could deceive quite easily. case in point, luca himself. luca adjusted his coat, pulling it over his gun. he stayed alert though because something wasn't quite right still, and he kept his eyes and ears opened for anything out of the ordinary. or, more out of the ordinary. he took a few more steps, taking in his surroundings. which of course, included the girl because anyone parading around looking like that should know better that people were going to look. what? he was only human, and a guy nonetheless. but it's not like he was going to do anything because luca was here on business, and that's all it would be.
"paul's a little...preoccupied right now. mind coming back later?" already, he didn't trust her. he looked at her narrowly and got more into the apartment than he was before. he spotted his bedroom door down the dark, hallway to this right. yeah, it was pretty sad he knew the floor plan of paul's apartment. he'd been here so many times. but could it be that easy? he looked back at the girl and slightly glared at her. "actually, i do mind." he stated to her. he heard a pathetic excuse for a mumble coming from beyond the door. luca was betting that if he heard it, she did too. he didn't know what the fuck was going on, but he spotted a black coat on the couch, he grabbed it. it was a woman's for the looks. he walked over to the sink of where she stood and handed it to her. "ok, the show is over. i can take it from here. so, run along to the next lowlife that doesn't use a condom." he raised his hand and motioned it to the door, like some puppy dog. god, sometimes, females could be so annoying. if she was going to start bitching about not getting her money he knew exactly what he was going to do. it wouldn't require much strength to force her out of the door, maybe flash his gun on 'accident' to show who really had the power here. then he'd probably say something along the lines that any money of paul's was his money and if she had any shred of logical reasoning, she would stick with the valk clients. the door would close and luca would have a serious conversation with paul about skipping out on the past two pay days. because now, just thinking of how paul was cheating out on luca starting pissing him off.
"now, excuse me. i have some business to attend to." luca readjusted his coat again and started towards paul's room. even if luca's temper was steadily rising, he sort of was guessing that peter still wouldn't have his ten thousand. paul was just making luca's job ten times harder. how was he suppose to help run this business smoothly when people were refusing to pay him? and it made conversations to fausto on why he was down ten grand rather awkward. fausto was his favorite uncle, but that man was dangerous. he loved his family but when it came to the business, you better be keeping up with it or maybe this life isn't the right one for you. fausto thought highly of luca and maybe that was why when luca had a hiccup, fausto was harder on him. the giovanni head was grooming him for something bigger. head? of course not, that position was already fated, but al jr. need a sideman, an underboss. you could never train or prepare yourself long enough for something like that. he was glad he always got along with alberto then. what cousins? the two acted like brothers. but anyways, the future was determined about the present and luca wasn't going to let this going nowhere drug addict get in his way. skipping out on luca once was the equivalent of collateral. twice... well, i start getting use to nine fingers or walking around with a busted knee. three times? well, he never got one like that because the second time tended to scare people shitless that there was never a third time. paul was on his third time and the look on paul's face when luca opened the door was that of sheer fear. but luca was actually quite surprised that paul was tied up to the chair. already paul's face was busted up. damn, that chick had game. "and what the fuck happened to you?"
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CRED, format and graphics to me
LOCATION & TIME, shaks, september 2007
LYRICS, 'slow poison' - the bravery
CLOTHES, meh, something 'mob like' dark pants, coat, blah blah, i'm lazy.
TAGGED, maggie c!
I SAY, heehee, hope it was ok. still getting the feel for him.
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Post by Magdelena "Maggie" Corinthos on Jan 17, 2010 13:53:17 GMT -6
MAGDELENA GABRIELLA ESMERELDA CORINTHOSSHAK STREETS, PAUL'S SHACK, SEPTEMBER 2007 [/font][/center] -----maggie didn't take too well to this situation. some strange guy in the room while she was trying to get something out of a client? god this was too much. she was going to have to drop paul, well she had considered it before but now was a definite yes. you see it was bad enough that she had to run her ass all the way across town trying to get what was owed her by people. it was that much worse when she had to dress up in a getup like this just to surprise a guy enough to catch him on payday. seriously, this shit was too much. she'd never had to work this hard to get money from a guy before and if she had her way this was the last damn time she'd have to deal with him. maggie looked over the stranger in the room, sizing him up. he had that air about him. that kind of "i know what the hell i'm doing. i know how to hurt people. stay away" look hidden underneath a pretty-boy face. maggie could relate. they were similar creatures. she may have even taking a shining to him if he hadn't pissed her off so bad by walking in on her job. honestly, grow some manners. she flipped her hair over her shoulder as she washed her hands to find no name eyeing her as well, but in a totally different fashion that made her roll her eyes. why in the hell couldn't men learn to control themselves? in reality women were suceptible to the ways of men, yes, but you didn't see us throwing cat calls and acting like complete barbarians. you didn't see us ogling the bulge of a man when he wasn't looking. so why couldn't men keep a leash on it? honestly it was too much to ask.
-----she cut off the water and scanned the disgusting excuse for a kitchen for a towel. no such luck. she shook the water from her hands instead before finding a napkin on the floor a moment later. it looked halfway decent so she used it. maggie wasn't too worried. she'd sanitize herself from head to toe the moment she got home. hell she may be dunking herself in vats of hot water and hand sanitizer by the looks of this place. she could feel the staph infections calling her name. "god how the fuck does someone live like this." she mumbled under her breath as the stranger turned away from her. maggie tossed the napkin over her shoulder, watching as he grabbed her trench coat and brought it back to her. "i don't care if you mind. i have business here." her gaze narrowed at him. if she could burn with one stare he'd be ashes on the floor by now. she took her jacket and clenched her teeth together, making the motions of heading to the door as the stranger turned and headed toward the bedroom. "oh hell no." she said with her hand on the door knob as she watched the guy move to the back bedroom and stop cold. a smirk cam to her lips. she was guessing he wasn't expecting to see paul in that bad of shape. tossing her jacket to the floor, maggie grabbed her knife by the hilt and pitched it through the air, hitting the wooden door that the stranger stood beside. "uh, that would be me." she said taking a few steps forward and placing her hands on her hips. she dared to say she looked damn good. like a charlie's angel or something. yeah.
-----"i don't know who you are, and frankly i don't give a flying fuck, but you can go into the living room and wait."she made the same shooing motion that he had earlier, cocking her eyebrow with a smirk. "i don't appreciate someone walking in in the middle of my little discussion, as i'm sure you would." she stalked forward, brushing past him and yanking her knife out of the door as she did, halfway ripping the rotting piece of wood from it's hinges. "now i've had to stay in this shit hole all fucking night. i'm not leaving until i get what i came here for. stay and watch, i don't care, but i'm not fucking leaving." she turned her back on the stranger and set her sights on paul, who after watching their little back and forth was back to whimpering in fear. "oh stuff it you little weasel," she said as she reached out and grabbed his hair once again. "i'm sick and tired of playing this little game with you. tell me where the money is or you'll be reading your ex-wife's obituary!" her voice raised toward the end of her little rant. she was sick and tired of being here. she felt dirty to her very core, and she just wanted to get the money and leave without ever looking back. "where is it!" she shook him by the hair a little and finally managed to hear something over the shake of his voice and the rivers of tears he was now crying. something about the floorboards.
-----maggie let him go and walked back over to the closet where she'd been digging before big and stupid interrupted her. she kicked at the floorboards with her stiletto until one came loose. it was there that she spotted the tin. tipped her head back in relief, maggie crouched down and retrieved the tin. once open she found stacks of bills. "jackpot." she said with a smile as she pulled out the eight thousand she was owed. there was still a decent amount of money there but maggie had what she needed. replacing the lid on the tin, maggie walked back over to the two men, forcefully thrusting the rusting metal into the arms of the stranger. "i'm guessing this is what you were looking for?" she said with an angry sneer before turning back to paul. "your pathetic, really. and you can consider this little deal you had with me to be null and void. no more for you. you're officially cut off. so find someone else for your drugs. better yet, go overdose and save the world from your pitiful existence." with a huff and a turn maggie pushed past mr. tall and stupid and walked back into the living room where she searched for her jacket.
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status • finished
words • 1344
tagged • laggie !
clothes • holy cow!
listening to • stand up - trapt.
notes • hope it wasn't too gos mod-y. but OMG these two are such love.
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Post by Luca Giovanni on Jan 17, 2010 17:26:08 GMT -6
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----WHAT TYPE OF BUSINESS COULD this girl possibly have? luca? now he was here on legitimate business. to him, giving some bottom-feeder head was not business that counted. if this little nuisance wasn't wasting his time, he could already have his money. close up shop and maybe make it back in time to go to his aunt's house to have some dinner. he had a long day, and with the money he collected, he was going to be getting his own healthy cut of today's earnings. don't get him wrong, luca absolutely loved his job, but sometimes it was ok to call it a day and relax. considering for luca, outside of the mafia, he was a very talented photographer. taking pictures and selling them. violet had painting, he had photography. he was more of a freelancer. never wanting to actually be hired at a magazine or wherever. surprisingly, this mobster had quite an impressive resume having shot for american magazines like elle. he was the perfect example of maintaining a double life. even after offers of being employed at a magazine, he didn't want to be constricted. his schedule had to be open for obvious reasons.
slowly luca shook his head at paul, tied up to a friggen chair. suddenly, a knife was planted in the door next to him. he turned. it was the girl. "uh, that would be me." luca continued to shake his head as she took the knife out of the door and walked passed him. "you have got to be kidding me." luca really and honestly couldn't believe it. how the hell was she able to tie him up. then he remembered that she had been in her underwear since he had been in the apartment. oh, the only thing luca would openly admit. women only had one thing that the men didn't. the power of persuasion with sex. figures since they use their bodies to get what they wanted anyways. she told him she didn't care who he was and they he could wait out in the living room. luca smiled, "i'll stay here, thank you." she then went on saying how he was being rude for walking into the middle of her discussion. "actually," he told her. "i wouldn't have left the door to the apartment open. this wouldn't have happened to me."
luca thought this would be amusing, so when she demanded he leave or stay, he stayed. he leaned himself against some peeling wallpaper and crossed his arms. he didn't even know what she was here for. he just wanted to know how she was going to do this. because let's get real here. she was waving around a knife like it was no one's business and still in her underwear. she was a hooker with bipolar or something. he'd let her have her little fun here, then she'd be on her way and paul could experience a whole new kind of pain. luca wondered if she was going to coloring flowers and hearts on paul's body with sharpie markers. the though slightly amused him because a slightly smile traced his face before disappearing. he was only mildly watching her, taking note on how she was speaking to him. it wasn't until she mentioned money that he perked up. wait a second... she was here for money too? ok, now her business was becoming his business because no way was he letting her out of the house if it cut into his ten grand. luca pushed himself off the wall as the girl found a loose floorboard, and then a few seconds later, she pulled out a tin can. eight thousand he watched her count. what the hell? why on earth did paul owe her eight thousand dollars. she came up to him and pushed the tin can in his hand. luca pulled out the cash and quickly counted it as four thousand dollars. though he should be wondering how long paul had twelve thousand dollars in the cockroach-infested floorboards but he was still concerned about the six thousand he still needed. the six thousand miss long legs had.
the girl walked past him and towards the living room. he could spare a minute before going after her. luca had that under control. some girl with his money he could handle. "ok, see luca?" paul was half-pleading with him. "five thousand dollars. i'll pay you the other five next friday. next friday i promise. i-i-i know a guy. i'll get you your money." the begging really only fueled him. while paul was begging, luca walked up to him and stood in front of him. paul was still sitting as luca pointed a finger at him and looked down at him in utter disgust. the blonde giovanni was getting reather fed up with paul. "paul. this is going to go either one of two ways. one, you better hope she gives me the five thousand she still owes me. or two, if she doesn't, i'm coming back in here, and you're going to know what it's like to live with one less finger. and then, next friday, i'll be back for the other five. how does that sound." he didn't even state the last sentence as a question. his reply was met with a whimper and cry, and luca shook his head at the pathetic tub of lard and left the room, shoving the five grand into his jacket pocket and letting paul still tied up to the chair.
sure enough, she was still there in the living room putting on the coat. in a few short steps, luca was standing over her. "ok. you had your fun. now give me five of your eight. your pimp can be short six thousand for the week. paul owed be more." luca was not going to back down. shouldn't she have tried to catch that vibe that luca wasn't necessarily like a lot of the guys she might run into? he wasn't exactly nice. especially to annoying hookers who got between him and his money. he was just trying to let her know that he wasn't going to away until he got his money. and, he was going to win.
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CRED, format and graphics to me
LOCATION & TIME, shaks, september 2007
LYRICS, 'slow poison' - the bravery
CLOTHES, meh, something 'mob like' dark pants, coat, blah blah, i'm lazy.
TAGGED, maggie c!
I SAY, i think i'm damn near addicted to this!
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Post by Magdelena "Maggie" Corinthos on Jan 17, 2010 17:52:25 GMT -6
MAGDELENA GABRIELLA ESMERELDA CORINTHOSSHAK STREETS, PAUL'S SHACK, SEPTEMBER 2007 [/font][/center] -----maggie was used to things never working out in her favor. that didn't mean that it didn't piss her off to her wits end. do you know how absolutely frustrating it was to time and time again watch your life pass you with opportunities that you fight for but never get? it's enough to drive a person mad! that was why maggie was living up the first ever opportunity that she had that had worked out in her favor. the business of dealing isn't usually something people aspire to. hell it's pretty much considered the lowest of the low, but maggie didn't see it as that. it was her chance. it was the ultimate, and probably the only chance, that maggie would get to prove to her father that she can do the business as good as anyone else under his employment, and she was practically working for free. she wasn't stupid. maggie knew that a good job in the states could make or break her. if she did well and impressed juan sr. then she could be looking at the kind of permanent place in the organization that she'd wanted all along. if she did well and her father didn't acknowledge it at all then maggie knew she would have to move on and find a business where she could be taken seriously. of course she always ran the risk of tanking completely in which case she could be killed or wind up in jail. you've got to love those odds. the only reason why maggie had such a fascination in the business was because she wasn't allowed into it. if getting into the business and being taken seriously had been easier than maggie probably would have gotten bored and moved on. but she liked spiting her father with every bit of success she got. she liked that having a woman in the business pissed off her father more than anything.
-----because the truth of the matter was, maggie would be surpassing her worthless brother if she'd been born with a penis. she wasn't afraid to say it. if she had been born a man she would have risen in the ranks and her father would see her for the golden opportunity that she was. it was only because she was a woman that everything was denied to her, or at least everything she wanted. if maggie had been one of those girls there never would have been a problem. if she had been the type to grow up liking barbies and ponies nad playing with her hair. if she'd been the type of girl to swear off her family because they were "effing embarrassing." if she'd been the girl who would go out and shop until the day's end, then yeah, she would not have this problem. because juan sr. did not think of women as free-thinking, decision making individuals. he saw them for mooching little sex toys that were worth much less than they spent. by god it drove maggie crazy. she wasn't like that, she'd never be like that, and for her father to stereotype women so much as to include his own daughter in there, well it was downright scandalous. after all the bigoted ass wouldn't be alive today if it were not for the womb of some woman. maggie was getting damn tired of being grouped with all the other kinds of stupid bimbos you found around tijuana. maybe that was their problem. tijuana for as long as maggie could remember was spring break central, a party haven, so it was no surprise that juan would think of women as idiots. look at the trash who traveled south for their breaks?! look at her mother! case in point, maggie's mother. she was really not the sharpest tool in the shed. hell the smartest thing she'd ever done was give birth to maggie on u.s. soil, and that was running away from her father, to which she'd only been dragged back with the promise of love. look how well that turned out.
-----maggie was sick and tired of being looked at as nothing other than a means for sex. this getup was merely her ticket in and by god it had worked! call the tabloids, men listen to nothing other than their tiny brains! lord knows if she'd been dressed in sweatpants and a baggy shirt paul would have recognized her and not let her in. this had been her ticket, it had worked, end of story. needless to say the minute she'd heard the words coming out of that loser's mouth about her 'pimp' she fucking lost it. without warning, maggie dipped to the ground, spinning as she kicked out a foot and toppled this asshole to the floor. she kicked away his gun, hopefully out of reach, and plopped herself down on top of him. she pushed her knees into his arms in an attempt to pin him there as she spoke. "listen up big and stupid, i'm not a whore. there is no pimp. i'm not a fucking whore." she glared down at him, flicking her hair out of her face as she started up again for round two. "that bastard owed me money, i was here first, so you get the fucking leftovers." reaching back, maggie grabbed her knife and held it to his throat. "i do not sit here and do all of the work just so you can threaten me into giving it up to you. if you really think that's going to work then you can go fuck yourself for all i care. you're not the only one around here who needs to collect and regardless of what you may think, i'm not scared of you. so pack up your shit and settle on the money you have because if i hadn't shown up here THURSDAY night! you wouldn't have had a penny. suck it up!"
-----maggie grumbled as she pulled the knife away from him and leaned back onto her heels, stepping away from the man she'd dumped on the floor. she walked back over to the counter and slammed her knife, tip down, into the shitty, peeling formica. she ran her fingers through her hair, straightening out the waves and pulling it back into a relatively sophisticated looking bun. it was daytime after all. she needed to look like she was heading to work, not back from a job, though the smell was going to be a problem. "who the hell are you?" she asked as she looked over her shoulder. she'd been thinking of him as stranger, stupid, big lug, and just about anything else she could think of but it would be nice to put a name to the face of a person she may have to kill just to get her sanity back. god this job would have been so much easier without him.
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status • finished
words • 1394.
tagged • laggie !
clothes • holy cow!
listening to • gives you hell - all-american rejects.
notes • oh boy. now i know i'm going to love these two. they are so much trouble but i love it!
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Post by Luca Giovanni on Jan 17, 2010 19:34:43 GMT -6
LUCA. ANGELO. GIOVANNI.( AND IF THIS IS MY PUNISHMENT )( THEN I WANT MY CARD TO FIT ) [/color][/center][/font]
----LUCA WAS GOOD AT WHAT HE DOES. however, he did have a reputation for having no filter. just kind of the type of dude that got too much testosterone at some points and didn't think, he just acted. he came off extremely arrogant which was always a good and bad thing, just depended on who you ran into. and then of course there was that pesky little nickname he had. you know. the ones those legit real life gangsters donned. like, charles "lucky" luciano, benjamin "bugsy" siegel, "scarface" al capone. you know, the greats? but pretty much every mobster had a nickname, it was whether if you names a name to yourself did people actually refer you by it. what was luca's? wait for it: luca "angel face" giovanni. yup, that was luca's. the reason behind luca's nickname was in fact because of his face. oh, having a british mother caused luca to adopt most of her looks. the fair-haired kid luca was growing up. he actually didn't have the same dark haired feature all his cousins, aunts, and uncles had that made them look like the italians they were. luca never really cared about that. who care's it was just looks. he still walked, talked, dressed, and thanks to his father, was a giovanni. but his face was always very likable. he seemingly looked like a nice looking kid. like you almost couldn't take him seriously with his warm smile and deceivingly light, warming, blue eyes. when he first started working for his uncle, him and alberto jr. would do jobs together. who did people take seriously at first? right, alberto jr. the tall, black-haired, intimidating-looking kid. of course, that was until you got to know luca and his fascination with baseball bats and what he was capable of doing with them when people didn't pay him. thus, 'angel face' was born when talk of the underground illegal happenings talked about how not to underestimate the blonde giovanni with an angel face because that guy was vicious.
with his uncanny ability to push buttons and piss people off, luca could tell he hit a major nerve when he pretty much implied that the girl was a prostitute after telling her how she was paying her pimp. he could see it in her eyes, even in the sunlit living room. he stood his ground though, still staring at her. he might have heard paul moaning from the room about how he wanted to keep all his fingers, but he blatantly ignored him. paul caused enough headaches for a day. luca truly believed - no - knew he had and always would have the upperhand. he naturally always thought about that, and look, he was having a face-off with a girl who was half his size. ego-booster, much? but she did surprise him when in two seconds, he was laying flat on his back. holy shit, she just kicked his legs out from underneath him. luca didn't even expect that. he heard the sound of a gun sliding across the floor. his gun. who cares, not like he'd need it against her anyways. she dropped down on top of him. and if he wasn't so goddamn pissed that she had his money, he would have found it potentially hot.
"listen up big and stupid, i'm not a whore. there is no pimp. i'm not a fucking whore." though he could probably just twist his body to one side and roll her off of him, he was just so intrigued - especially since she was thinking she could actually win. "you sure about that?" he said, raising an eyebrow, as he laid beneath her. "because you straddling me here makes me wonder." she then went off and told him that since she was here first, she deserved the money and he should get the leftovers. like it fucking worked that way. "sorry. i don't get leftovers. i get the full fucking ten grand." the crazy bitch then put that knife to his neck, which just ticked him off even more. who the hell does she think she is? really? "i don't care if the money was in a safe and you busted the code. it's my money. i'm not threatening you. i am tell you." she was talking all this credit for one stupid creaky floor board. "you think you had him? fuck. all i would have had to do was press your swiss army pocket knife to one of his fat, sweaty, fingers and the bloke would have told me where the money was."
she got off of him. luca got up too, brushing himself off, looking down at the unsanitary floor he had been laying in. damn. he managed to flatted a beer can on his tumble down. he walked over to the tv where he spotted his gun. he bent over picked it up, and put it back where it was suppose to be. "who the hell are you?" who the hell was he? he wouldn't expect some faux-hooker to know. come on now, luca wasn't that full of himself. but she wasn't leaving with his other five grand. unfortunately, this was where female dominance didn't do so well against a man like luca giovanni. she was fixing her hair, barely paying any attention to him. a few quick steps and he was in front of her, pushing her against the wall behind her. one hand on the wall above her head, the other around her neck to keep her there, not to choke her. "i'm luca. luca giovanni." he said, like it matter because of course to guys like paul, it did. luckily, luca donned the last name. but even luca knew all major and minor gangs that were active in california, (it was part of the job,) and also knew some affiliated people to which gang. he wasn't going to expect her to know who he was affiliated with. but you never know. he didn't expect her to get him on his back within ten minutes of meeting her. but if you're taking eight thousand dollars from a known gang and mafia bottom-feeder, you must know something.
luca pressed himself against her, pinning her to the wall, they were so close, he could feel her breath and her curves through his clothes. this was business. he told himself as the hand on the wall above her head went traveling past her and started reaching inside pockets of her coat, feeling for the wad of cash she was packing in her coat. "ohhh bingo." he said as he found it and waved it in front of her. "don't worry it's not like i'm greedy, i'll still leave you with two grand. see? everyone can go home happy. you got money, paul can keep a finger, and i? i didn't have to kill you and cut off any fingers."
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CRED, format and graphics to me
LOCATION & TIME, shaks, september 2007
LYRICS, 'slow poison' - the bravery
CLOTHES, meh, something 'mob like' dark pants, coat, blah blah, i'm lazy.
TAGGED, maggie c!
I SAY, gm-y or something like that xD i think it works though.
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Post by Magdelena "Maggie" Corinthos on Jan 18, 2010 10:02:06 GMT -6
MAGDELENA GABRIELLA ESMERELDA CORINTHOSSHAK STREETS, PAUL'S SHACK, SEPTEMBER 2007 [/font][/center] -----maggie was the dream girl to fill in this position. she could be cold, she could be ruthless, and she was smart enough to know what a situation required, that seemed to be any case but this one because this asshole was really driving her up a wall. what pissed maggie off most of all was she knew she was better than this. maggie was the girl who saved her father from having to find new, stupid thugs to replace the old, dead, stupid thugs. she was the one who could get something done without so much as a finger lifted. she was the kind of worker that others should emulate god damnit! and yet here she was acting like an amateur. maggie wasn't used to losing her cool. she hardly ever did. it usually just took a world class prick like her father to rile her up to the point where she needs to lunge at someone. lucky maggie who finds the only other world class prick on this side of the u.s./mexican border. fuck! she didn't want to be in this situation any more that this guy probably did. she just wanted her money and she wanted to leave. but this asshole was really going to make her work that hard for it. had she not worked hard enough already? after all she'd stayed in this heap all night, beating the hell out of paul so she could get the answers. she'd heard all of the whore jokes she could stand as well. she was at her limit. so for this big, stupid lug to come at her and not just let her take what she'd rightfully worked for....GAH! there were just no words.
-----it was painfully obvious that this guy wasn't giving up. the snide remarks would have probably been a turn on had this been any other situation. maggie liked a guy with a bit of spunk. not like the guy tied to the chair in the back who was crying and sobbing and whatnot. she liked a guy with a spine. and she liked a guy underneath her. but probably in any situation but this. "don't bother getting any ideas. it's a waste of your precious fucking time." holding the knife to his throat made it veeerrryyy tempting to just nick him and get this all over with. it would be so much easier to just let this prick bleed to death on the floor...but damn. that wasn't the way maggie did business. she may be cold, ruthless, and the like, but murder was just stupid and should be avoided at any cost. the more people you left alive, the better your chance were for not getting caught. "well you'll get my leftovers and you'll be happy about it." her hand shook she was so mad, something that hadn't happened since maggie's last go-round with her father. she was losing it and she knew it, better to retract now before she actually did kill this s.o.b. "you can tell me til your blue in the face. i still don't care. common courtesy, had you gotten here first i would have let you take your share no problem. but since you don't have the look to get in like i had, you get the leftovers. i mean you're pretty, but you're not that pretty." maggie rolled her eyes as she got off of him, "oh yeah it takes a big man to come in here and cut off a finger or two for the answer. i still got my eight with little blood spilled. i can't say the same would have gone for you."
-----you see maggie had pride in the fact that she didn't have to kill someone to get what she wanted. because keeping a person around, and instilling that fear, made things so much more enjoyable. honestly it did. but apparently common courtesy didn't go both ways. maggie kicked herself for giving him the upper hand. she'd get it back, all in good time. her back pressed to the wall as her death glare was back full steam. alright so she'd held back before, but now she really wanted to kill this asshole. she was about to go for her knife when she heard his name. well fuck. from the last word with her father, maggie was supposed to be working with some group of giovanni's soon. that meant that killing one wasn't in her best interest. damn it. she sighed slightly but didn't relax against his grip. still...she could screw with him couldn't she? as luca pressed himself to her, maggie lifted her legs and wrapped them around his middle, holding him against her. that was a start. she bit the inside of her cheek as he fished through her pockets. she'd be getting that back in five...four..."but you see, i won't be happy until you bleed." she reared her hands up and hit the crooks of his elbows, breaking the hold he had on her neck. once free she shot her head forward, crashing into his nose, her free hands grabbing her money back all at the same time. maggie planted her feet back on the floor and kicked, landing straight in luca's gut. with a smile on her face, maggie pocketed her money again, this time with a hand on her knife. that shit wasn't going to happen again. "luca. i'll have to remember that with the giovanni meeting i have tomorrow. who knows, maybe if i get my way you'll be, what is it they say in those cliche movies? oh, right, sleeping with the fishes."
-----with that she turned and headed out the door, making sure to close it behind her, leaving behind one pretty boy with a stream of blood coming from his nose. beautiful.
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status • finished
words • 1228
tagged • laggie !
clothes • holy cow!
listening to • 21 guns - green day.
notes • we can leave it here or he can come after her, but we must start on the assignment/faux arranged marriage thread soon!
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