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[Luca Giovanni]

LUCA. ANGELO. GIOVANNI.


( NOW I'M LOOKING UP THE BIBLE )
( TRYING TO FIND A LOOPHOLE )

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----THE NEXT MORNING LUCA woke up pissed. let's just say, he didn't have a very successful friday yesterday. he was still down five thousand, he had to cut off paul's finger (which is a pain by the way, and not just for paul,) and oh yeah, he got his ass kicked... by. a. girl. it was seven am and he was in his loft, swallowing aspirin for a nose in which he was surprised it wasn't broken. it was early for the common weekender but he was getting ready to go over to his aunt's house. fausto called late last night, told him that he was driving into valkyrie early the next morning and luca should meet him over there at eight. fausto was a very busy businessman and luca wasn't surprised that his uncle didn't ask him about the collection. fausto wouldn't know if he was down five grand. but at the end of the weekend, luca would have to tell his boss what was up. but, if fausto were to ask how yesterday went it would have went a little something like this:

after smooth-sailing of collecting money it all came down to the last little weasel of the night. something he thought he'd be able to handle turned into something not so much. paul already had company. luca already knew the little shit owed a lot of people money, but he owned some girl that had a fetish with a knife eight thousand dollars. he had no idea who she was. all he knew was that she could actually, hold her own. luca underestimated her and he got a bloody nose while trying to take six thousand dollars from her. luca lost. he was so pissed off when she left, he didn't even ask paul which finger he could live without. for all luca knew, paul could still be crying like a whiny bitch because he didn't untie him after he chopped his pinky off. then, he went back home, cleaned himself off and got the call from fausto. it was just irking luca that he had been so soft on that girl. he knew he had some strange issues with women. especially women that were in the criminal business, because there was a big handful. he just couldn't take some seriously. and he liked beating guys up. he just didn't feel right hitting on a girl. physically, of course.

after eating, shaving, and getting dressed, luca headed over to his aunt's house. violet greeted him at the door. her smile faded and a hand went over her mouth as she gasped a little. "shit. luca. what happened to your face?" luca shrugged and passed her, entering the foyer. the house was very extravagant, but ninety nine percent of the houses around here were. with paolo gone in los angeles for college, the house was only occupied by his aunt, annora, violet, his other cousin tino, and rocco. of course, when fausto came for a visit, the amount of people in the house generally doubled, but today the house was quite. there would be dudes in black with gelled back black hair and sunglasses wandering around the house. "i got into a little... altercation yesterday. nothing to worry about." yeah, but if he ran into that girl again, this time he would choke her. before violet could talk to him anymore, fausto came around the corner, accompanied by his wife. luca always thought they're marriage must be hard. after some dangerous shit was happening to the giovannis a few years back, fausto thought it would be wise to move his family down to valkyrie. thankfully, valkyrie was only two hours away, but the not seeing each other as often as they would like must be hard. "luca!" fausto said coming over to where luca and violet stood. "you having some trouble?" goddamn, was his face really that bad? luca had been beat up before. hell, he had looked a lot worse than this. "no. i'm fine. nothing i can't handle." fausto nodded, and put an arm around luca's shoulder, leading him off towards the study. "send him in when he gets here," fausto said to annora, who nodded. "who's coming?" asked luca.

juan sr. corinthos, that was who. and after a half hour of fausto explaining to luca the importance of having allies, he told luca that he had struck up a deal with mexico's finest. the giovanni's had a rather long war with the irish mafia. their sneaky ways have costed fausto hundreds of thousands, not to mention they were behind violet's kidnapping when she was sixteen. fausto only recently expanded into the valkyrie territory. not far behind were the irish, because any opportunity to take away money from the giovannis, they jumped on it. once juan sr. arrived, fausto was explaining this to him. luca was kind of surprised how they acted like old college buddies when they were both heads of very powerful empires, and could become enemies in a blink of an eye. never wanting two enemies in the city [because it was far smaller than los angeles] fausto decided that he and juan could become... some what business partners in valkyrie to try and drive out the irish. it sounded weird at first. the thought of two mobs joining like that. but it was only in the valkyrie branch. two gangs against one were always the better odds. fausto talked luca up to him. telling juan that luca was his finest here in valkyrie. and the two heads seemed to come up with a great idea. luca was going to work with one of juan's soldiers and the plan was, to stir the drug business up.

there was a knock on the closed door to the study and violet poked her head through, "uh, sorry if i'm interrupting anything but someone's here. she says she's with you." violet nodded towards juan sr. she then pushed the door opened and luca's jaw literally dropped to the floor.

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STATUS, complete
CRED, format and graphics to me
LOCATION & TIME, gio mansion, september 2007
LYRICS, 'rusty halo' - the script
CLOTHES, found one this time.
TAGGED, maggie!!!
I SAY, omgomg. i don't know why. xD just excited.
and i hope the joining forces thing made sense
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[Magdelena "Maggie" Corinthos]

MAGDELENA GABRIELLA ESMERELDA CORINTHOS
VALK STREETS, GIOVANNI MANSION, SEPTEMBER 2007

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-----"JUNIOR!!!" maggie screamed from her bedroom as the cell phone fell from her hands and toppled to the floor. shit! shit! my god she could not believe this was happening! and with absolutely no warning! "that rat bastard thinks he's getting away with this. i'll show him!" she jumped as her bedroom door came flying open, the breeze fluttering the edges of her bathrobe. "what the hell is it?!" j.r. asked wiping at his eyes. seven thirty in the morning and the boy still could not seem to find anything that got him out of the house at a reasonable hour. oh..right. it was saturday. the day when most normal human beings got to sleep in and enjoy said sleep because they worked like mindless drones every day during the work week. chumps. "WHAT?" he said sternly, popping maggie out of her pity bubble for the masses. "oh..right." as if it hadn't left, the panicked look jumped back into her eyes, her hand nervously working the ties of her robe. "he's here. IN TOWN! he was supposed to be in fucking mexico and he's here! he's...he's babysitting my job!" her panic turned to sheer anger and maggie realized what the hell was going on. "that testosterone drugged asshole thinks that i can't do this on my own!" j.r. at this point had given up, rolling his eyes as he turned away from her bedroom door and flopped face down back onto the couch, his makeshift bed. "i want my own bed." he said though maggie couldn't tell by the muffled sound she'd actually heard.

-----"well fuck now he'd going to be expecting something. i have to live up to it. god damn it i'm supposed to be there in an hour and he's got me all pissed now." thankfully she'd been finishing up her hair and make up when juan had called. maggie rushed to the mirror to check her reflection. well flustered looked good on her but besides that everything looked ship shape. aw who was she kidding. she looked hot. "now to find a dress to match..." she said in reply to her own thoughts as she walked over to her closet. lucky for her, she'd gone shopping recently, meaning she had a lot more to chose from. juan was expecting something bold, as if maggie couldn't handle this unless she had the male population drooling. see? there was that male-centered ego of his. because women were useless for anything other than baby-making and playing house. "screw that." she said under her breath as her eyes landed on the hot pink getup she'd bought only a few days ago. "i'll knock your damn socks off." with a greedy little smirk maggie pulled the dress from the hanger and slid it on. oooh god this was going to be fun. she'd show up her father and she'd do business, killing two birds with one stone. "zipper duty!" she called out, smiling as she heard a rustling from the living room. a grumbling, stumbling j.r. appeared a moment later, took one look at her, shook his head, and zipped her up. once done he turned and headed back to the living room where maggie heard a resounding plop. "god you are such a waste of space." she said under her breath. he'd heard her anyways, but did she care?

-----she was out the door and driving to the giovanni mansion not long after that, donning her black christian louboutin heels and a black snakeskin clutch. "this meeting is going to go my way if it kills me." she said as she drove. she pulled up the drive that lead to the mansion with about seven minutes to spare. take one minute to recheck her makeup and another to get through security, and maggie was headed down the hall to one of the meeting rooms, or what she assumed was a meeting room. "you can stop staring at my ass now." maggie said to her escort as they stopped in front of the door, the door that stood between maggie and her father. taking a big sigh, wavering her head back and forth to limber herself up, maggie listened to her little introduction before the door opened the rest of the way for her. what she saw next made her want to laugh, cry, and scream, all at the same time. there stood fausto at the head of the pack, laughing a bit as he looked over at her father. since when had these two become best buds? and why hadn't maggie heard anything about it? oh right, because maggie was on her own. there was no intel from anyone for her about what was about to go down. she was clueless to this situation, just about as clueless as luca looked. she walked into the room with a smile, heading first in the direction of her father. "hola papa." she said in perfect spanish, sliding underneath the arm of her father in what was, for both of them, a completely fake show of love. still, for two people who hated each other, they pulled it off well. "thank you for the meeting senior." maggie said to fausto, her smile still pasted to her face.

-----she looked over at the still shocked luca and fought very hard to hold her laughter. "i told you i had a meeting with the giovannis yesterday." maggie reminded him. with a smirk she lifted her hand and gently brushed her finger over the tip of her nose twice. "how you holding up?" she asked, smirking more now that the room had gone silent and both other pairs of eyes were now on luca. take that you bastard! she thought to herself, mentally doing a dance of victory.

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status • finished
words • 1274
tagged • laggie !
clothes • click! + kiss
listening to • all the right moves - onerepublic.
notes • words cannot describe how much i love these two. really!

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[Luca Giovanni]

LUCA. ANGELO. GIOVANNI.


( NOW I'M LOOKING UP THE BIBLE )
( TRYING TO FIND A LOOPHOLE )

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----HE WAS STILL TRYING TO WRAP his head around what was going on. her. she. the knife-wheeling crazy female that he ran into yesterday. what the hell. she did say yesterday that she was having a meeting with some giovannis. but he didn't really think about it. thought maybe some of the gio drug dealers selling here. he was going to find out who she was through the grapevine. maybe ask around, but he was so surprised that the meeting she was talking about ultimately would have been with him. more or less, the head of the giovanni mafia, fausto. he was so confused he couldn't even make fun of the outfit she was wearing. at least not now. he watched her walk over to juan sr. she called him papa. shit, she was juan sr's daughter. but then again, of course the girl he kind of wanted to kill was the daughter of juan sr. corinthos. he could feel his throat closing up. for the first time, he was actually speechless. this was definitely a first for the quick-thinking luca, who always delievered the surprises. never actually being on the receiving end of the deal.

he tried to quickly to regain his composure. luca was sitting on the back leather couch with fausto, his elbows drawn on his knees as he leaned over, looking at her, with his hands clasped together. she started speaking, not even waiting for her father to introduce her. first, it was to fausto, telling him that she was glad for the meeting. fausto smiled and nodded his head. "of course." she then started to speak to him. 'shocked luca' was swiftly thrown out the window because he needed his game face back on. she said she told him about this meeting last night. luca felt fausto's eyes on him. probably wondering a thousand questions on how they both knew each other, and why the giovanni family name was brought up in their conversation. "how you holding up?" she asked him as she rubbed her nose. luca narrowed his eyes, completely ignoring the older men in the room. "how is my five grand?" he asked her. he probably would have made some whore joke again. but since her father was... well you know. he would rather keep living his life instead of a bullet to the head because he was insulting juan sr's daughter.

"and what five grand is this?" luca turned to look at his uncle. for the first time, he actually saw his uncle confused. eh, maybe luca shouldn't have mentioned anything to begin with because he wasn't ready to relay the entire story all the way down to getting a bloody nose and slicing some poor bloke's finger off. he pushed himself off his knees with his elbows and leaned back into the couch, his head turned towards fausto. "i'm down five from collecting." he flicked his eyes toward the one in pink. "she... was there first." fausto looked over at juan's daughter. then back at luca, or rather, his nose. he only faintly smiled, connecting the dots with no speaking. "well, this is exactly the small problem we can fix. you, luca, and maggie here..." fausto got up and walked over to where the other two stood. luca followed suit, shadowing his uncle. "would be the perfect partners for each other, wouldn't you think?" immediately, luca said "what?" to which fausto gave luca a look. "let, me finish," he told his young nephew before continuing, "clearly we could make more money if we take the drugs in this city by force. the profits would be off the charts if these two collected." clearly pleased with himself fausto smiled, one hand on luca's shoulder and the other reached out and held maggie's hand. he kissed the top of it like the true italian gentlemen like fausto was and said, "the beauty and the brawn. has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?" he said to juan. jr.

no, it doesn't have a nice ring to it. in fact, this was the post ludicrous idea luca had ever heard fausto have. fuck, this was the only bad idea fausto ever had. though the fact that luca would have a partner from another family already appalled him to no end,
the fact that she was a girl, was like some fucking cherry on top of the sundae. luca didn't like sundaes, so you could see how bad this was. luca cleared his throat. "you want me to... work with her." he tried not to sound too disgusted for the obvious reason that 'papa' was standing no more that a few feet from him. fausto couldn't take the hint, or if he was, he was choosing to ignore it. luca was betting on the latter. "yeah, yeah. you could probably finish collected faster, not to mention you could get more bets going this way. it's a brilliant idea, really." haha, luca decided fausto was officially nuts. though luca was more against women in the mafia than fausto was, he couldn't believe his uncle was really going encouraging this. then fausto said, "now. juan, we must talk about some strategies against the irish. i am finding them especially sneaky as of late. did you hear about what happened a week ago?" before luca knew it, fausto was shuffling juan and himself out of the study. once they were gone, luca looked at maggie, "well, this clearly isn't going to work. i can't trust my partner and want to kill her at the same time."

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STATUS, complete
CRED, format and graphics to me
LOCATION & TIME, gio mansion, september 2007
LYRICS, 'rusty halo' - the script
CLOTHES, found one this time.
TAGGED, maggie!!!
I SAY, don't know what else to say because clearly my love for them isn't going away
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[Magdelena "Maggie" Corinthos]

MAGDELENA GABRIELLA ESMERELDA CORINTHOS
SHAK STREETS, GIOVANNI MANSION, SEPTEMBER 2007

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-----it really pissed maggie off to no end as to why her father had to meddle in her business. you know why he did? because he was waiting for her to fail. he was waiting for that one moment when he could catch her in the act of a mistake and could cut her from the business entirely. at this point he was probably so mad with her success that he'd cut all ties to her entirely and leave her stranded on her own here in the states. so be it then. maggie could handle her own. what she didn't want to have to handle was her father being right. she was doing everything in her power to ensure that juan corinthos sr. did not get his way. her career and more importantly her life depended on it. maggie had no fall back. she had nothing but this business because she'd wanted nothing but this business for as long as she could remember. she'd been a smart little girl, and juan had done some stupid things around her. enough stupid things to let her clue into his business much earlier than she should have. it had intrigued her, the business. the whispers, the private conversations behind big wooden doors, the secrecy. all of it had made maggie so desperate to be a part of it that when j.r. had been tapped, maggie had been livid. he had been about twelve when he'd gotten the official tap from his father and it hadn't been long before maggie had caught wind of it. j.r.?! the boy who wanted nothing more than to kick around a soccer ball for a living because it was pure nostalgia for him? the boy who came across as a big, tough, mexican brute but instead was about as deadly as a teddy bear? that j.r.?

-----maggie was pretty certain that it was juan's idea to take the eldest corinthos and mold him into the perfect little drone. to take away everything from him until he had nothing but the business. so far he'd done a pretty good job. with his name came no possibility of ever getting a scholarship to a college with a world class ranked soccer team. with no scholarship meant that he went to school on daddy's money and with daddy's money came daddy's reputation. no one dared screw with the corinthos spawn. no agents would touch him, no scout dared to look his way, and so j.r. went to school merely to go to school. did he major in anything in particular? nope. he was simply doing his own thing and trying to be anything but a corinthos. because the lucky bastard had that luxury. because he had all of daddy's love in the world, j.r. could run off and try to be anything, and still be forgiven at the end of the day. he could probably stab his father in the back and the man would die with a smile on his face because his son was living up to what he believed him to be. talk about a crooked perspective. and yet someone so willing, someone so fit for the job was overlooked like a fly on a piece of trash. she actually pined for this job, and yet there was no hope of maggie ever even coming close. it was that woman thing yet again. she could work her entire life and would never come close to the kind of rank she was capable of. maggie was a business genius, not even out of high school, the highlight of the word prospect, and she'd be damned if she didn't end up doing more than picking up her father's dead ends.

-----if she wasn't careful, that was all maggie was going to be doing. she had two choices. break away from her father's name and her father's business and start doing things for herself, or she could try and break her father of his ways so that he would see the golden child wasn't j.r., but her. the first of those options basically spelled stupidity. you didn't break off of a reputable drug dealer's business to star up a rival company. though maggie knew all of her father's tricks, and juan knew nothing of hers, maggie could never even dream of having the kind of connections he had. she would a) have to make her own, and b) start in on a turf that had nothing to do with corinthos dope. that in itself was tough. why? because maggie's main job since she'd gotten into the states was getting corinthos dope to any and every corner of the country. no one really knew just how much maggie raked in for her father. only she and juan knew and neither of them planned on telling. lord only knew how much corinthos goods would get shipped with the giovanni's on the team. at this rate if she ever considered taking point on her own company she'd have to deal in the artic circle. maybe she'd sell to penguins.

-----maggie was utterly delighted to see the spotlight on luca. payback...mmm it was yummy. like dark chocolate and strawberries, or cosmos. oh yeah. she smirked at the comment about luca's five grand. "oh, you mean my money? oh it's wonderful. safe and sound." she felt a pat on her lower back from her father, a sign of "good job" and "knock it off" all at the same time. maggie bit back the bitter taste in her mouth. did this bastard really have to touch her? "you're lucky to have what you collected already and you know it. don't get all pissy just because i bested you." another pat, this one much stronger from the first. okay, so maggie wasn't best about holding her tongue around this arrogant prick. so sue her. she was still riled from what had happened the night before and through the long serious of scalding hot baths she took helped to unnerve her, as well as sanitize her, that didn't mean that seeing this pompus ass yet again didn't get her all steamed. it was as if there was no down time. she was back to butting heads with him. so fucking be it. "i was there thursday to be precise. i was sick of being yanked around by a client. i simply did what i had to do to get what was coming to me." she looked up at her father and stepped out from under his arm, over to fausto as he gestured to her. the idea of working with luca...absolutely repulsed her. but she managed to contain herself slightly better than luca had, only gasping at fausto's idea and painfully forcing a smile. well he had the beauty part right. but it should have been beauty and the dumb fuck. that would have suited luca much, much better.

-----she watched as fausto and juan practically schmoozed all the way out the damn door. "oh why don't you two just make out already." maggie growled as the door closed behind the elders. "well fuck." with the sweetness quota already filled today, maggie happily slipped into her normal self. hearing luca speak she turned to glare at him, cocking her hip and placing a hand there for added emphasis. "what and this is all sunshine and rainbows for me? i get to work with a complete putz." maggie threw up her hands in frustration, turning her back to him for the second time in less than 24 hours as she ran her fingers through her hair. this was a nightmare. "i'm gonna kill him. the prick has to come up here from mexico just to screw with me. i'm gonna kill him."

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status • finished
words • 1582
tagged • laggie !
clothes • click! + kiss
listening to • all the right moves - onerepublic.
notes • i can't stop the fingers from moving!!!

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[Luca Giovanni]

LUCA. ANGELO. GIOVANNI.


( NOW I'M LOOKING UP THE BIBLE )
( TRYING TO FIND A LOOPHOLE )

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----THOUGH LUCA NEVER LET HIS young age get in the way of climbling the ranks of this business he was in, he couldn't help but think that he was swamped for someone who had only joined the family three years prior. and with alberto jr. currently doing business in africa [don't ask] fausto had been relying on luca quite a bit. of course, fausto could have a handful of older men, equally loyal to him and the family, but for the younger generation, alberto and luca were hands-down, the best. so, with alberto in africa, the jobs for luca had been piling up. one, his job here in valkyrie with the drugs and betting. what a time consuming job to run around town collecting money from people and then beating people up when they aren't paying him his money. job number two entailed luca taking paolo around on jobs. the most recent giovanni offspring to suit up and enter the real world of crime and money. luca enjoyed teaching paolo, he did, but someone who was a little more inexperienced than he, luca would be watching out for both their backs, which was distracting. third job? the photography thing. which wasn't really a giovanni job but he was throwing it in there because that took up time too. especially booking shoots in between jobs with the mafia. lastly, he was going on his fourth job. babysitting. yes, because he was going to consider working with maggie the equivalent of babysitting someone. he couldn't trust her. he didn't know how she could handle something a little more difficult than beating on a bottom-feeder [because run-ins with paul were nothing like other things luca had to do.]

and now, fausto left with his new best friend and left luca here with the crazy girl he had to work with. if it were up to him, he would just leave her in the backseat and go on with what he had been doing. but that would get back to fausto, and luca going against fausto would always be an absolute no-no. even luca knew than to disobey his uncle. family or not, he would feel the wrath of his uncle's fury. one thing fausto always had was the ability of loving you one minute but the second you cross him or a family member, you are as good as dead in his book. case in point, that sarai montgomery chick that was involved with luca's other uncle, tony. though luca was in los angeles around that time and sort of knew what was going on, he knew fausto blamed that poor girl for ninety percent of the reason tony took off and became some big-shot fbi agent. fausto was still bitter about that too. it was thing to decide to not join the family business, but going of and becoming the fucking law? what a great way to slap your brother in the face.

"what and this is all sunshine and rainbows for me? i get to work with a complete putz." luca glowered at her, glaring his eyes at her. "i hardly call what you do working." he said, folding his arms across his chest. "i am not a putz either. i was soft on you last night." he trailed off, remembering last night. the way she knocked him down, pressed a knife against his throat, pinning his arms back with her knees. but then he, who pushed her back against the wall, holding her still with a secure lock on her neck, his other hand roaming for the money, her legs wrapping around his waist and giving him a bloody nose. yeah, he had been rather soft. how badly did he want to go back to last night and picked to follow her out down the hall. "a man lost his finger last night because of you," he told her, remember the events of after she had left. "to bad you cut him off, because the next time you would have seen him with nine fingers, courtesy of my handiwork," he smirked and walked by the desk in the study, he leaned against it, half sitting on it, with his feet planted firmly on the ground. this was going to be so hard for him to take her seriously. i mean, look at her. she came to a meeting with fausto giovanni in a tight, hot pink, dress. like, really? if she wanted to be taken like a serious... gangster, (or whatever she was or wanted to be,) she should stop dressing like a hooker and look a little bit more... badass?

"i'm gonna kill him. the prick has to come up here from mexico just to screw with me. i'm gonna kill him." luca looked up from staring at his hands, eyebrow raised. he only slightly smiled. some things slowly making sense. papa here must not want her to be a part of this world. he didn't blame the corinthos head. he wouldn't want his daughter running around in underwear to get eight grand from a grubby liar and drug addict. luca then scoffed at her and one hand pointed at her, "this is actually begining to make a lot more sense. i should have guessed you had daddy issues." he then smiled and slapped his hands together to rubbing them together and he pulled himself off the desk and walked over to her. he wasn't happy about this unexpected pairing, but if he had to suffer through this, he wanted to change somethings. "though your getup last night was very..." he eyed her again. the same way he did last night, "generous. if you want daddy and any other potential client to take you seriously, you got to stop dressing like barbie. i'm not taking around some girl with a bight pink dress and expect to be given some money. that's not how the people like us in the real world operate."

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STATUS, complete
CRED, format and graphics to me
LOCATION & TIME, gio mansion, september 2007
LYRICS, 'rusty halo' - the script
CLOTHES, found one this time.
TAGGED, maggie!!!
I SAY, rushed, but still epic?
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[Magdelena "Maggie" Corinthos]

MAGDELENA GABRIELLA ESMERELDA CORINTHOS
SHAK STREETS, GIOVANNI MANSION, SEPTEMBER 2007

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-----this was not the kind of situation maggie had expected to find herself in. she had no idea that fausto would come to the conclusion that the two of them would make "oh so awesome" partners. was the man blind? really? could he not see the tension in the room from the moment they'd laid eyes on each other? that wasn't partnership in the making. that was a disaster. these two weren't destined to rake in the dough, the were guaranteed to kill each other. and that was in the literal sense. had it not been for his pompus reaction to her yesterday, she probably could have at least tolerated him. after all, she wasn't lying when she called him pretty. he was nice to look at, but who could see past that horrible ego of his? maggie sure as hell couldn't all that she saw standing before her was a stupid, big, stupid, jerk, oh and did i mention stupid? because maggie didn't take well to anyone assuming anything about her. this guy's first assumption of her had been whore. now, given the circumstances she probably could have let it go. after all he did find her waltzing around a filthy apartment in a bra and panty ensemble who's color rivaled that of the dress she was wearing at the moment. did she like pink or something? eh, back to the subject at hand. maggie would have forgiven him for thinking of her as a whore had he let it go the minute she'd told him that she wasn't actually a whore. still, he hadn't let up.

-----what did this prick expect her to do? state your name, number, oh wait..wrong thing. did he really expect her to spout her name and the reason she had for being there? it wasn't as if he'd even asked. and aside from kicking his ass up and down that filthy apartment she'd been relatively courteous to him. she could have slit his throat, though thinking back that would have been a major faux pas on her part seeing as where she stood today. alright well she could have hurt him worse that he was already. a bruised nose was hardly anything to cry home about. unless this guy was so used to dolling out the pain that he'd forgotten what it was like to feel a little. what a puss. get over it. she could have taken all of the money and spent the spare four grand on another shopping spree. now that would have been fun. but no. she'd been as nice as a person could be having fried their nerves by being stuck in probably the dirtiest, nastiest surroundings known to man. damn it she'd been saintly compared to what she could have been.

-----maggie hated to see fausto and juan walk off into the sunset like that. she could have done this on her own. damn it she knew, she knew she'd had this in the bag. that had to be the reason why he'd come up in the first place. he knew that coming up here would take maggie off of her game. she'd have to lower herself to his standards just to appease him and as such would be seen as nothing more than an freakin' barbie. despite what she wanted to feel, being as this was partly a success, maggie felt a surge of defeat. for the first time in a long time juan corinthos sr. had swooped in and popped the bubble of confidence that time alone in the states had given her. that was why he'd shown up. that was why he'd made this move. because if he defeated her, she was back on an even playing field with him. she was back to the lowly daughter he saw her as as opposed to the student surpassing the teacher. this was all a ploy. this whole meeting was nothing but a shame made to break her, and fuck it all if it wasn't working wonders. maggie shook her head in disbelief, a small sigh leaving her lips. "look what i do may not be up to your 'standards'" maggie said throwing up the finger quotes, "but it's the way that works best for me. i work through leverage and fear because let's face it, no one's intimidated by this." she gestured to herself. she clamped her jaw shut, looking back at his as he talked about being soft on her the other night. "good for you then." there was no spark to her voice as she spoke. and that there, that defeat, that was juan corinthos at work.

-----"no. paul lost a finger because you got bested by a girl and you got pissed off. you knew he had nothing more to give and yet you acted anyways. that is in no way my fault. but feel free to blame it on me since apparently it makes you feel better. but we both know the truth. you acted out of rage and nothing more." maggie was glad to be rid of paul. she didn't need to be dealing with a weasel like that and after last night's events there was hardly a chance in the world that she'd be able to catch him off his game again. not unless she made her collection days completely random. yeah that was a headache for some other doper. she didn't want it. she could find another client easily. one much more prone to the leverage she would undoubtedly find. "you don't know shit about my issues!" she snapped back as she watched his happy little show. as if he actually knew her. "don't look at me like that. that'll be the last time you see me in my undies i can promise you that." she glared up at him, daring him to take one more god damned step toward her. she scoffed at him as he spoke, slightly cocking her head to the side in disbelief. sucking in a breath, maggie put her hands on his chest and shoved him backwards, moving him no more than an inch or so back. "you really think i want to dress like this!" she yelled, pointing to her dress. "you really think i enjoy looking like a borderline streetwalker?! this is what my perverted dick of a father considers work wear. this is what i have to wear when i'm around him. this is my life!"

-----angry tears threatened to spring to her eyes and maggie was forced to look away in order to control herself. "look," she began in an almost whisper. "i don't like this any more than you do. i like working alone because it's what i do best. i've worked my ass off just to get this far in my father's business and the only reason why i've gotten this far and am not simply cleaning up like a maid after business meetings is because the way that i work not only gets me what i want with little effort, but it saves lives. so yeah, i like working alone because leverage is far more effective than oh, say, cutting off a man's finger." she raked her fingers through her hair again, her hand flopping back to her side. "i know how the real world works. i've lived in it on my own since i discovered that i was going to have to fight tooth and nail for what i wanted. i've done that, but i don't have a say in the matter, just like you. so can we just get over it and work together like civil human beings?" maggie looked over her shoulder, cocking an eyebrow at his as she asked her question. "because killing you is no longer an option."

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status • finished
words • 1604
tagged • laggie !
clothes • click! + kiss
listening to • all the right moves - onerepublic.
notes • longer than i though it was going to be.

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[Luca Giovanni]

LUCA. ANGELO. GIOVANNI.


( NOW I'M LOOKING UP THE BIBLE )
( TRYING TO FIND A LOOPHOLE )

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----SO WHERE WAS LUCA'S DAD in all this? because luca had a very close relationship with fausto. oh, but have no fear, because good ol' santino giovanni was alive, well, and still kicking. luca was an only child but sonny giovanni came from the rather... long list of siblings. he fell somewhere in the middle. he was use to having fausto bossing him around. santino was a people-pleaser. if he could please anyone in the room, even if it meant contradicting himself, he would. but santino with his lovely wife had been living in liverpool, england up until about seven years ago. you see, luca's mother was always terribly homesick when the family lived in italy. being the pleaser that he was, sonny moved the family back to liverpool. they went to the states once, when the great alberto died. fausto became in charge and slowly, other of the giovanni base family moved to los angeles. but not santino. however, still the younger brother of fausto, the new head basically told santino he could have his fun in liverpool for another three years, but then he wanted sonny and his family in los angeles. sonny couldn't argue. three years later, at fourteen, luca moved to los angeles and that's when the fun started for him. his mother sometimes got homesick, but adjusted to america better than santino thought she would.

luca spent most of his years growing up in england. yes, he went to a stereotypical english boarding school with the blazers and striped ties. and he had an english accent. not anymore, because after one day when him and alberto jr. were trying to look intimidating alberto said he couldn't take luca seriously with his accent. and, he was like some fake-italian, trying to be one with some accent that was not italian. of course, this upset luca because he wanted this more than anything. so at seventeen years old, he started mimicking alberto, his father, his uncles, pretty much everyone in the house that wasn't his mother. a year later, you never would have noticed the difference. english who? he was speaking like a true italian-american.

luca rolled his eyes when she went on saying he got bested by a girl. "no, i let you go," he told her. luca did get bested by girls. that was like saying a mouse beat up an elephant. sure, the mouse could outsmart the elephant, luca would give it that, but strength-wise, leave it to the elephant. so maggie had her methods, which was the less you wore, the more you got, and luca had his. which were, fuck him over lose a finger. "and acted out of rage? am i five? my clients know the rules and consequences of breaking them." bending the rules for one opened the opportunity for others to think he soften, therefore taking advantage of him. "it is much more secure to be feared than to be loved," he told her, quoting one of italy's greats, niccolo machiavelli. words to live by, right there. but almost anything that man said luca found himself agreeing with.

"you don't know shit about my issues!" ok, so he hit a weakness. he didn't even care if she even went into that, luca would prefer she didn't. but he took a mental note of 'hates her father.' maybe if she got annoying one of these days he could just mention juan sr. that would shut her up. he only grinned when she told him that was the first and last time he would ever see her in her underwear. if she continued the way she did her jobs, he wasn't so sure about that. but, he could deal. he didn't want any distractions. this was suppose to be taken seriously. but, luca must have gotten to close because her hands were on his chest and she pushed him slightly back, and just like a freakin' light switch, she went psycho. he was surprised she wasn't throwing shit at him in frustration. she was going off on her father, that she didn't like wearing hooker clothes, this that, and the other. and this is why half the time, luca couldn't deal with women and their issues. really. either suck it up or do something about it. wallowing in your own self-pity does nothing here. and then, she did it. he could see it. the way the eyebrows furrowed for a moment, the lips drooped, the eyes looking like they were searching for some damn answer. oh, shit, she was going to start crying. that was one thing luca refused to deal with. he hated when he saw girls cry. maybe because he was the worst comforter, or he would just stand there awkwardly. i mean, what could he possibly say? lie and say everything was going to be alright? because more times than not, it wasn't going to be ok, so why give some false hope? if the waterworks started raining down, he was leaving, he didn't want anything to do with it. right when luca thought she was going to burst, she started talking.

even if he only slightly felt bad for the constant need to please her father, he honestly thought she was asking for it. afterall, she was a girl in a male-dominated career. she couldn't have expected this to be easy, did she? but she wasn't going to let luca forget paul's lonely finger now was she? ah, but luca was slightly bragging about it too. "we both have methods to get what we want," he told her, but he shrugged, "but if cutting off phalanges is too much for you, you can wait in the car." no way in hell was he going to be nice to her. this was business, and business could be cruel. she said they should just be civil and work together. and seeing the moment pass of maybe crying, he wasn't going to sugar-coat anything anymore. "civil? never done that before, but i guess i could give it a try." he got closer to her again when she said she couldn't kill him anymore. oh, she still thought she had a chance against him? he pulled his hand out of his pocket and locked his thumb and index finger under her chin and forced her to look at him/ "if you were to kill me, you'd be dead before you could even pull your knife out," he was about to let her go, but pushed her chin towards him one more time. "and by the way, i'm driving."

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STATUS, complete
CRED, format and graphics to me
LOCATION & TIME, gio mansion, september 2007
LYRICS, 'rusty halo' - the script
CLOTHES, found one this time.
TAGGED, maggie!!!
I SAY, <33
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[Magdelena "Maggie" Corinthos]

MAGDELENA GABRIELLA ESMERELDA CORINTHOS
SHAK STREETS, GIOVANNI MANSION, SEPTEMBER 2007

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-----don't get her wrong, maggie knew that no miraculous change of heart was going to come along and make everything work in her favor. she knew that working in this business meant she was going to work her ass off and barely make a step in the right direction. she knew that. but you couldn't blame the girl for wanting something to go right for once, could you? she was after all, a teenager. things like frustration got to her more than anything else in the world. she did a decent job of closing herself off to all of her emotions, but it was tough and it took some getting used to. especially for maggie. she was in this alone, which made things only a touch easier, but she had j.r. in her apartment and he was the one making things difficult. he was both a motivation and a hindrance to her. him being in her house reminded maggie every day of why she was in this business and why she was doing what she did. she was here because she was better than him in every sense of the word and yet he was still the golden boy. that damned little halo around his head was what pushed her to keep going. the fact that she would prove her worth to a man who's opinion she didn't even care for sounded silly, but it was what she was working for whether it made sense or not. the other side to j.r. being in her house was that he was doing everything in his power to soften her. he didn't want her to be in this business because he knew the dangers of it. their father had shown him all of the dangers and had taken the time to show him the business. he knew what to teach her and yet instead of doing so and making this easier for her, all he wanted was to help turn her into suzie homemaker. it wasn't for their father's sake, least that's what he'd said, he'd said it was for her own safety, but maggie would have none of it. though she hated to admit that having him in that house wasn't making her job any easier, because to a point, it was working.

-----had it not been for j.r.'s influence maggie probably wouldn't have a care in the world about cutting off some guys finger or killing the man who had walked in on her job. had it not been for j.r. maggie would have surprised luca and probably would have killed him, because even though her brother had put a damper on it, maggie did have that ability. she just chose not to use it now. that damn brother of hers was turning her into a sap because she was vulnerable. she was a teenager and had no control over things that were going on inside of her body. he knew that, he jumped on the opportunity, and maggie would be damned if he would be successful. god she really needed to get him out. maybe even send him back to tijuana. the only reason she'd let him stay before was because he was family and because he'd spouted all of this crap about having to get away before he lost his sanity. that little break within him was necessary, at least from their father's perspective. with that one little break, j.r. would be leading the corinthos organization. he fought it now, but damn it if he was going to win that fight all of his life. he wasn't going to. maggie was sure about it. because though juan had gone easy on j.r. and let him come to the state with the excuse of protecting his baby sister, he had more tricks up his sleeve than he let on. somehow, someway, juan was going to break that mental barrier in his son and the lucky bastard was going to get everything maggie had ever dreamed of getting. without. lifting. a. finger!

-----though she'd had her one moment of weakness with her one intense need to cry, maggie didn't. she held back, she collected herself, and she was back to her normal, snippy self. "i never said i wanted to be loved. i don't give a shit about love. all you're spouting is bullshit and i have no need for it." she cocked her head to the side as she looked over at him, pure resentment in her eyes. she hated him. plain and simple. but she would still work with him. because this was just another one of her father's plans, with a little help from his new buddy. pair her up with someone she can't stand until she throws up the white flag and caves. then i can kick her out of the business and with good reason. she was sure that was the plan, but maggie wasn't going to give him the pleasure of that little bit of satisfaction. "that we do. my way just happens to use brain power." she grumbled under her breath, shaking her head, "you really think you're getting rid of me that easy? please, babe, i'm going to be joined at your hip." she smirked over at him, watching him like a hawk as he moved in. he reached out and forced her to look up at him, ew gross, now she'd have to shower again. but that fire was back in her eyes and that desire to rip him to shreds only that much stronger. "uh huh. whatever makes you sleep at night big man." she leaned back slightly so that it appeared she was trying to pull away from him, which apparently worked as luca pulled her gaze to his once more. by the time he'd done so she had one of her knives back in her hand, her fist pressed to her back.

-----"ah, you see i don't give a shit who drives. you can have your little control issues if that makes you feel more like a man, but all that makes you is my chauffeur." with her free hand, maggie grabbed the belt loops at his left hip and pulled him against her. using her moment of distraction, maggie grabbed his collar and pulled his head against her shoulder, her lips pressing to his ear as she pulled forward her hand wielding her hidden knife. she dragged the point of her knife up the thin layer of denim that protected his thigh, sliding, up and up until she pressed the blade against the fabric that protected his groin. "touch me like that again, and i'll show you the real meaning of emasculated." she said in a sultry whisper, her lips moving against the flesh of his ear as she spoke. oh she was back alright. no more moment of broken, near to tears maggie. she was back and in full swing.

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status • finished
words • 1412
tagged • laggie !
clothes • click! + kiss
listening to • all the right moves - onerepublic.
notes • lmao. god there are no words. i love these two.

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[Luca Giovanni]

LUCA. ANGELO. GIOVANNI.


( NOW I'M LOOKING UP THE BIBLE )
( TRYING TO FIND A LOOPHOLE )

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----HE HAD HIS ISSUES TOO. the number one being his loneliness. luca actually led a very... lonely life. when you're jumping from valkyrie to los angeles so often as he was, it made him realize, he really didn't have a home he considered home. he didn't have someone who was hoping he'd be in this place instead of another, wondering when he came back. luca was what you could say was a workaholic. he didn't have time to make friends outside of his family, and he definitely didn't have time to date. but why would he get into any kind of relationship? if he had to leave, he couldn't say why. he'd never be able to explain the late nights, the constant use of his cellphone, why there was blood on his sleeves. they always said that honesty was good in relationships but luca couldn't give that, so what was the point? he was twenty-one his best friends consisted of alberto jr and violet (which of course, were his cousins) and he was never in a serious relationship ever, high school or post-high school. luca had talked with other cousins about this, in which they agreed. it was hard to maintain trust and honesty. it was like if you could find a girlfriend of friends that didn't ask questions but still trusted you, you'd be good to go. but we all know how uncommon that it. so luca would have to just... continue on. he was never expecting some great love to come along. quite frankly, he didn't really believe in it nor have time to go bar-hopping and hooking up with girls left and right like normal guys his age would be doing on friday nights. not cutting of drug and gambling addicts' finger when they didn't pay him money. luca had already accepted his fate. if he could just continue up the ranks, and be look up to for all the younger giovanni mafia wannabees or shoulders, it would be worth it. the love he had for his job was filling the hole of this human love his parents had, or that fausto and annora had.

well, at least they could agree on one thing - they both didn't give a shit about love. but he wasn't going to deal with her father issues any day of the week. if this was some stupid revenge thing to show her dad she could run with the big boys, then they were going to be in a bit of a problem here. because if she started acting stupid, she was probably going to get herself killed, and luca didn't want any of that blood on his hands. ok so... luca did happen to leap before he looked, so if she had this brain power thing, it might actually be helpful or something like that. not that he would listen to her. "oh, so you're the brains now of this too?" he shook his head and continued to shake it when she said they would be joined at the hip. that was something he definitely was not looking forward too. what would his clients think when maggie was tagging along? would they even take him seriously anymore? this could actually be a major setback. "i would rather not think about being joined to any part of you," he scoffed, looking at her again in utter disdain. but she sure liked challenging his masculinity which was getting him more and more on edge. "uh huh. whatever makes you sleep at night big man." one of these days he was just going to not hold back, like he did when he fought with men. he had such issues fighting women, so even if she did have skills to back up her obvious straight-forward talk, he believed he'd always be holding back to what he could do. and what he could do? would be very damaging. "someone's going to put you in your place soon. and i'm hoping that person is going to be me."

her fingers gripped around the belt loop of his jeans and pulled him into her. before he could really wonder what the hell she was doing the same hand gripped his collar and pulled his head down, her lips to his ear on the left side. then he felt that damn knife again going up his thigh as she whispered, "touch me like that again, and i'll show you the real meaning of emasculated." he was... a mixture of being intrigued and of course, pissed, the one emotion that could sum up poor luca half the time. he saw what she looked like, where had she been hiding that damn knife? but he was letting himself get pushed around by her too much and luca really needed to do something about it. the familiar clicks of cocking a loaded weapon sounded in the still study as he tightly gripped his gun, pressed it against her head, the side in which her lips were brushing against her ear. what a sight that would be if fausto and juan sr. walked back in? a gun to maggie's head and a knife pressed up against the parts that counted for luca. what would fausto and juan sr do? but it was then that he realized, he couldn't kill maggie. as much as he wanted to, he couldn't. he was as well enough dead if he were to just shoot her and be done with it. but this applied to both of them. maggie couldn't kill luca either. because, if she didn't think fausto would be on her ass seconds after she killed him, she was more crazy than she already was. sure, fausto loved her now. kissing her hand and schmoozing her up, but that would all change if luca died. ha. he almost wanted to dare her to do something. see far he could actually push her. but maybe they both knew now that they were pretty much one person because if one died, the other would be dead too. "i don't want to fight... surprisingly," he said breathing into her neck. "but i would appreciate if you took your knife off my package."

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STATUS, complete
CRED, format and graphics to me
LOCATION & TIME, gio mansion, september 2007
LYRICS, 'rusty halo' - the script
CLOTHES, found one this time.
TAGGED, maggie!!!
I SAY, gah, short >.<
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[Magdelena "Maggie" Corinthos]

MAGDELENA GABRIELLA ESMERELDA CORINTHOS
SHAK STREETS, GIOVANNI MANSION, SEPTEMBER 2007

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-----as it stood do far there were only two things that maggie trusted in the world. the first being that her brother cared about her and wanted her anywhere but near this business. the second being that her father was a psychotic, sexist pig who would ride on his daughter's success until the day she wised up. oh but maggie already knew. she knew that she was too valuable for her father. she knew that without her he'd most likely have to resort back to his old methods that included getting a lot of stupid employees killed while he stayed cooped up in his office like a coward. without maggie he would have no long term security, no competent guards that understood the blinking red lights on the board in the security office meant intruders. honestly, the people of tijuana gave maggie no hope for the future. then again most educated people, even in mexico, stayed away from the corinthos'. it was the stupid ones who knew nothing but being bullies and had found the opportunity to capitalize on that when juan sr. came a-calling. these were the people who just beat up on others because let's face it, you put a pen in their hand and their not going to have a clue what to do with it. so little bozo grows up to be big bozo who apparently, doesn't understand guns as much as they do pens. from the moment she'd seen, i mean actually seen, the kind of crew that juan had to deal with, she was surprised that he hadn't been thrown in jail already. there was only one reason why he hadn't. keeping around the dumb ass hulks meant that he could get them to do what he wanted without being a part of the crime to begin with. these idiots worked for him and were used by him as nothing more than eating, breathing shields that would undoubtedly keep him out of prison because they didn't know what they were up against.

-----if you really got a chance to take a look at the business the way maggie had, well you would have wanted to step in too. she was lucky to be gifted with more smarts than a dump truck full of those losers but she had to hand it to them, when you spelled out what they needed to do and get done, those guys could do it. they had no fear, simply their intimidation on their side. maybe that was why maggie was so keen to use her brain as opposed to violence when dealing with clients and anyone else for that matter. because she'd seen what stupid, ignorance on steroids looked like and never wanted to stoop to that level. that was why she'd learned the computer inside and out, how to hack, and how to get the kind of things that would make people bow to her without having to stoop to those kind of levels. because when you stopped using your head and took the easy way out, the painful, bloody way out, you lost a piece of yourself. the cunning, conniving piece of yourself that was bound to keep you breathing and out of handcuffs. now for some reason, one that maggie couldn't seem to explain, luca set her off like a pyromaniac to fireworks. with one word from his mouth he could shake her to the point where she'd given up on her control and her boundaries and damn near come close to killing him. that was far further than maggie had ever gone before. she'd never come so close to killing someone as she had with luca, and that usually took a whole hell of a lot more than just one happenstance meeting to send her over the edge. look at juan. the man had his entire life to push maggie's buttons and still hadn't gotten her to the brink even when she had so much to lose around him. give her an hour with luca and she was damn near ready to cut him to shreds.

-----case in point, this very moment. they'd been left alone for what...five minutes? and already maggie had her knife pressed to that tender, tender area of luca's body. what's worse, was that it was only half of a threat. the other half of maggie wanted her to act. now! though she knew she was only screwing with him, a major portion of the back of her mind was screaming to just pull the knife back and show him just how true her words could be. maggie figured she knew the reason why. she could see the beginnings of the same kind of bitterness in luca that had turned her father into such an egomaniac. if she had to guess, little juan would have acted just about the same way around luca's age, only he hadn't had to answer to anyone. look at how well that had turned out. juan didn't demand the same kind of loyalty in his family that fausto did. most of the giovanni's loved the man, respected him, some even had a kind of admiration for him that maggie couldn't even begin to grasp. why? because the only thing juan had ever incited in his children was rage, disappointment, and utter hatred. j.r. hated his father for taking away his dreams. their brother raoul hated juan simply for choosing j.r. over him, but he'd had a rage and jealous nature about him all his life. bella was the only corinthos child to have any sort of good feelings toward their father, and that was because she never spent any time with him! and of course maggie hated him, that went without saying. juan sr. did not demand respect. he simply did his business and let others go down for him because they were too stupid to know better. there was nothing to admire about a man such as that.

-----would she be the brains of this new little dream team? without a doubt. "i've been the brains behind my father's organization since i was about the age of thirteen and became smarter than he, so yeah. i'm the brains, and the beauty." she added with a little smirk. "well suck it up tuts because there's no way i'm just sitting around." it was painfully obvious that both pleasing him and being civil was not going to come easy. sure, maggie was sticking her neck out now, but if luca didn't start acting like this was the team that it officially was, she was going to stop being so...easy to work with. "if it makes you feel better we can do some training." maggie said with a sigh, caving slightly. this really would be so much more enjoyable if they could at least tolerate each other, which, as was apparent, was not going over well. "i'm not as useless as you think. and when i save your life a few times you'll come to see that." maggie had to admit, grabbing him and threatening him like this did give her a bit of a thrill. not like she'd ever say those words out loud, but it was borderline true. when he wasn't spouting shit about her being a hooker and wasn't egging her on about her father to the point that she wanted to gouge his eyes out, this little back and forth of theirs was at least entertaining. she heard him cock his gun and felt the cool metal press to her head, making a small smile come across her lips. just try and pull it. she dared him, her smile growing larger as he failed to make any move other than pressing the gun to her head. since she knew that he knew he couldn't get away with killing her, just as she could get away with killing him, there wasn't even the slightest little hiccup of fear. considering how this had been one of a few times that she'd actually felt a gun pressed on her, that was saying a lot. "yeah, that is surprising." maggie whispered, closing her eyes as his warm breath crept over her skin. "but i was having so much fun." she faked a pout and pulled the knife away, twirling it in her fingers as she stepped away from him, smirking and acting like nothing had happened.

-----she walked over to fausto's desk and hefted herself onto it, careful to avoid any papers or nick knacks that he had dispersed over the woodwork. "so what now?" maggie asked, still twirling her knife between her fingers as she looked over the spinning metal to glance at luca.

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status • finished
words • 1743
tagged • laggie !
clothes • click! + kiss
listening to • what do you want from me - adam lambert.
notes • a little wordy. i think i got carried away. xD

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[Luca Giovanni]

LUCA. ANGELO. GIOVANNI.


( NOW I'M LOOKING UP THE BIBLE )
( TRYING TO FIND A LOOPHOLE )

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----THE TRUTH WAS THAT luca was very envious of his high school graduate cousin, paolo. so, paolo had this amazing girlfriends, samantha. luca never officially met this girl, but she was shot by the irish, giving him a reason to admire her for living to tell the tale. luca had actually been in town that weekend. so when paolo called his mom, annora, she called luca. she told him that he should head down to the hospital to be there with paolo. just to have someone there until she and fausto would come as they were both in los angeles. luca was close to paolo but not close to the point where he knew how long paolo was dating sam. but he did know it hadn't been forever. luca didn't have anything against sam, but in the hospital, she did find out that the giovannies were well... the giovannis. and luca would admit, it did look a little ridiculous that in the waiting room there was sam's family and just as many giovannis littering the halls. though unknowingly to the malindas, the gios were there mostly for protection. making sure that the irish weren't going to try anything in the hospital. luca wouldn't put it past them either. luca even remembered being on watch duty. he and alberto planned and schemed a way to get back at them. surprisingly getting paolo on board to do something how that, (which luca was surprised paolo agreed.)

but all that was in the past since the enviousness of having someone you loved know your secret was replaced with anger. did paolo really think he would be with this girl forever? high school relationships were as doomed as the next one. yeah, she might know that his family was extremely dangerous and capable of doing some rather damaging things. paolo stupidly told her he wouldn't become one of them. that changed unfortunately under the circumstances that paolo's little sister, angelica, died. so, he was in it for revenge thing. well, he was 'in' and that didn't dismiss the fact that he lied to his girlfriend. luca hadn't even had a serious girlfriend and he knew you just don't lie like that. even still, fausto might have appeared to look fine at the arrangement of paolo doing his own thing, but really, inside fausto had been burning. it was one thing for one of the cousins decide not to join. but for the head's own son? that's just downright embarrassing. fausto told luca that he'd get his way eventually. fausto generally liked sam because she made paolo happy. but once that starts interfering with family duties, then mr. giovanni has a problem. one minute he loves you, the next you're right next to sarai montgomery on the 'girls' hall of shame wall.' that's just not a title you want. but of course this anger all wrapped back to the fact that luca was jealous he didn't have anything like what paolo and same had, high school kids or not. sometimes, as he was leaving for a job, he wished he had some girlfriend wishing he wouldn't go or was afraid he'd get hurt. wait... someday, because he didn't need some clingy-thing hanging on him. step aside and let him do his thing. maybe when he was around fausto's age or something like that. yeah, he could settle down then.

"but i was having so much fun." pulling him back into the present, maggie removed her knife, to which luca promptly pulled his gun back and disarmed it. he slid it back behind him, positioning it between his waistband and folded his arms across his chest. and just like that, they were done trying to kill each other. if it was going to be like this everyday then he was going to be in for long days of bickering with someone he was suppose to trust. "ok, well, stop having fun. this is business. it's time to get serious." he had a feeling he would have to treat her like a babysitter would a child. speak slow, say no, and give orders. oh yeah, and protect, but luca didn't really want to do that. therefore, he wasn't going to acknowledge it. it appeared pretty obvious to him that maggie was a loose cannon. now, luca wasn't a straigh-shooter to say. he had his own 'leap before you look/think/say' so now, he really had to control himself to better their little partnership. as he was going through logical plans, maggie played with her knife and shifted herself on the edge of fausto's desk. see? a child. now you know what he was going to have to deal with.

she asked him what they were going to do now. honestly as early as it was, luca wanted to go back to his loft, lay in bed and drink away the rest of the day. maybe even slit his wrists while he was at it because that seemed more eventful than working with maggie for who knew how long. he should tell her that. normal luca would have too, but right as he opened his mouth, he thought maybe keeping the bickering to a minimum would help the cause. he could just tell her to go home, that there was no use for them to do anything. maybe tell her to go home with her dead because if they were lucky, fausto and juan sr. were probably playing billiards. he could tell her to change out of her ridiculous outfit because he couldn't hold an honest conversation with a life-size barbie doll. after struggling slightly with telling her what to do he finally said, "i'm going to get a drink." he walked over to the sofa where he was originally sitting and grabbed his coat. "you can either stay here and wait for your father, or you can come with me. tough call, wouldn't you say?"

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STATUS, complete
CRED, format and graphics to me
LOCATION & TIME, gio mansion, september 2007
LYRICS, 'rusty halo' - the script
CLOTHES, found one this time.
TAGGED, maggie!!!
I SAY, holy late and had to mention sarai again. couldn't help it xD and short. fuck. ran out of things to ramble about.
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[Magdelena "Maggie" Corinthos]

MAGDELENA GABRIELLA ESMERELDA CORINTHOS
SHAK STREETS, GIOVANNI MANSION, SEPTEMBER 2007

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-----all the brunette eighteen year old wanted was some acceptance. one would never have figured that it would have been so hard. then again, she really had chosen the wrong line of work to find acceptance in. this wasn't a place for her kind. this wasn't a place for the utterly stubborn and defiant. this wasn't a place for those with anger issues and bad control over their emotions. and of course, most of all, this wasn't really a place for a woman. no matter how much maggie denied it, it was the truth. she was a woman in a mans world and as long as a man held all of the power and all of the keys, he held all of the control in the matter. maggie wanted so much to just be accepted. she was the brilliant one behind her father's business after all. she was the one who had made her father look good for at least five years. she was the one who was keeping the army of drug soldiers alive and well. she was the one that had turned his business from a free for all to an actual, organized business. she was silly to have done it all on her own with no recognition, but really, what forty something year old man would outwardly fess up to the fact that his thirteen year old daughter was more intelligent, organized and whatnot, than he. no man wanted to admit to the fact that a child saved his business. he had to despise her. he had to hate the fact that his daughter had out done him in many ways that he couldn't even imagine. that had to have been a major kick to the pride, as well as to the pants. needless to say there was no way he was going to feed the ego of hers that he'd fought for five or more years to squelch, by letting her know just how good of a job she had really been doing.

-----still it wasn't as if maggie wanted it all right away. she didn't want to be named as successor and take over the business this very moment. she didn't want to take on the responsibility of all of those lives counting on her to make the right decisions for their sake. she did want to learn about the business, she did maybe want to take it over when juan was ready to give it over, but at this point in time in her life, all she freaking wanted was a little show of gratitude. just one little sign that she was doing something right and was actually worthwhile. she wanted some show that she hadn't worked away five years of her life just to make one step in the right direction. one little ounce of acceptance. it didn't really sound like that difficult of a concept when you say it out loud, but for juan it was impossible when it was directed at his daughter. now throw j.r. in the mix and the boy would be given the praise for the sun rising from the east, as if j.r. had done it himself. god that was so annoying. no matter what it seemed as though maggie was destined to never get her way in this business. so be it. she would most likely still work within the business until she got what she wanted or got fed up trying. little did juan know that if he'd only given into his daughter, he would have gotten rid of her all the quicker. after all she was only sticking around because getting into this business had proven to be a challenge. if he'd only gotten to know her he would have known that giving in to what she wanted and making her responsible for the lives of other people would have driven her out. oh sweet irony.

-----maggie was still enjoying the back and forth between herself and luca. the banter, the deadly weapons, it was almost a turn on. at least it probably would be if she didn't hate luca. if he hadn't been a giovanni he would have been dead, and such as he probably thought about her. but they were stuck with each other's company and they were better off just getting used to it as opposed to fighting it so damn hard. maggie knew why juan was so gung-ho for this little partnership. he knew through his men that maggie preferred to work alone and liked to work with all of the cards she had available to her. she didn't dive in head first like captain steroids here in front of her did. she liked to think before she acted. it was why she'd never been in any real danger. some how maggie knew her track record of that was going to be slightly dampened by luca, if not tarnished completely. but she was going to have to get used to this. it probably wasn't a ploy on fausto's end, but maggie knew her father's brain like the back of her hand. this was all just some scheme to get her to quit. fausto was making a buck, juan was one step closer to getting his way, and all at the expense of screwing over his daughter. great father material here folks. woo hoo. "uh huh. you don't have to say that all the time. i've been in this business for five damn years, i know already." maggie continued to play with her knife, twirling the blade around her fingers and palm and threatening a cut with every calculated, balanced move she made. contrary to what luca believed, maggie wasn't a loose canon, she was the exact opposite, and he would come to see it in no time. she wasn't a girl to be fucked with.

-----what happened next, maggie hadn't really been expecting. drinks...it sounded innocent enough. after the hell they'd both just been assigned maggie wanted nothing more than to disappear inside a bottle. she just hadn't been expecting him to...well...invite her. well since he'd ignored her offer of training, and just about everything else she'd said for that matter, maggie figured why the hell not. maybe there was some human underneath all that stupidity and bulk. ha, what a stretch. "like i'm really going to stay here?" maggie asked with a scoff as she tossed her knife into the air and caught it by the hilt. she uncrossed her legs and slid to the floor, simultaneously sliding her knife back into it's hidden place as she did so. "fine. but i have got to change out of this dress first." she walked to within a foot or so of him, running her fingers through her hair as she gave it one last thought. oh what the hell. drinks it was. "my clothes are in my trunk, that is, unless you're so hard up on driving."

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status • finished
words • 1411
tagged • laggie !
clothes • click! + kiss
listening to • all the right moves - onerepublic.
notes • not my best but whatevs. laggie!

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[Luca Giovanni]

LUCA. ANGELO. GIOVANNI.


( NOW I'M LOOKING UP THE BIBLE )
( TRYING TO FIND A LOOPHOLE )

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----HE DIDN'T KNOW WHY HE asked her to get a drink. asking someone to join them for a drink instigated that there was something there. like friendship, attraction, or partnership. though luca and maggie were technically the latter, he didn't want to jump the gun so soon here. he still didn't trust her. he didn't even like maggie. as far as he knew, she was just a nuisance to him. basically, she was holding him back from doing important things for his family. things that would advance him in the ranks. he was young, but he was ruthless. when alberto jr. took over eventually when fausto retired, went to prison, or died, luca needed to be ready to step in as under boss. italian families tended to keep the higher ranks in the bloodline, but luca wanted to feeling of earning what he worked for. not just handed to him like a king's crown to an unqualified prince.

but maybe the logical [and hardly used] side of his brain wanted her to come. get to know her deal. without her father around or any criminals standing around. luca was fully confident she would say yes. maybe this would be a strategic why of finding some weakness. seeing her without the mask. though it was the same deal with him. luca's loft hardly represented his exterior. pictures hung from clothes line, tied from one wall to another. coloring books and a few small childrens' toys littered the floor beside the futon where rocco would sleep when he visited. a typically empty fridge with the occasional left over take-out chinese. never would have guessed the slightly-artistic loft belonged to a giovanni mafia member. maybe maggie would just stop looking at him like a guy with a gun. but, maybe not and he was fine with that. at least for now.

"like i'm really going to stay here?" just like he suspected, he reeled her in. his uncharacteristic proposal must have worked. he watched her slide off the desk and tucked her knife away, making luca's head cock to the side and slightly raise his eyebrow. he gained back his composure as she walked by him, saying how she needed to change. "that depends... are you talking more or less clothes?"

[/color] he joked. because he honestly saw more of maggie than one guy could hope for after a date or two. lucky him? well, yeah. only that he still hated her. she told him her clothes were in her trunk and then went on driving up the comment about his car and driving. luca stuck his hands in his pockets and shrugged. "are your legs broken? get your clothes. i'll be waiting out front."[/color]

about five minutes later, luca's car was humming out front as maggie got in. the dirty-blonde haired man shifted into drive and pulled out of his uncle's house. before he left, he poked his head into [you guessed it] the billiards room to see fausto and juan sr. chatting it up while casually shooting the cue at balls. luca told them that he was taking maggie around. to show her his routes and stuff. it was only a slight lie. but as long as the gang heads knew that maggie and luca were doing something together, they probably wouldn't have cared if they went shopping instead. as long as they were together getting along or something, it was all good. luca stayed silent in the car. talking to her in the car might proved to be dangerous. one little thing could send luca to slam on the breaks, push her out and drive away. or if he was really mad, push her out while the car was still in motion. luca couldn;t help but feel on edge around her. they were a pack of dynamite, just waiting to explode into the next argument, the next fight, the next attack.

it didn't take long to get from the mansion to luca's loft on main street. it was actually an art gallery. above what would eventually become a store was luca's loft. he would get around to fixing the bottom up and getting up and running. he always had ulterior motives. though he liked that photography had no blood or criminal activity on it, that would soon change since fausto thought it would be a good idea to add this little gallery to the giovanni empire. you would be surprised how many business the giovannis actually owned or controlled. but running this gallery added just another thing to the resume of things luca had done. he wondered when even photography would be taken away from him. guess that time was now. probably why he had been holding off on opening the gallery. he was holding onto the one thing untainted by his 'real' job. luca navigated around the street and pulled around back, parked on the small patch of gravel designated for him, and turned off the ignition. "lock your door,"[/color] he told her as he got out and manually locked his own. slamming the door shut, he started heading towards the back door. though the front of the store looked modernized, the building was only recently remodeled. but the good ol' elevator was still intact. you know the kind. that kind that wasn't actually a door, but more of a make-shift wooden door that closed from the top and bottom and ever so slowly brought you to the second floor.

waiting for her to step in he closed the doors and pressed the button that would lead them to the loft. luca then realized he never really told her where they were going for drinks because he would bet she was thinking like some legit restaurant or something. "this is my place." he scratched his jaw and watched the floors change through the spaces between the wooden door. "when i'm not in los angeles,"[/color] he told her, letting her know he wasn't always in valkyrie. the elevator stopped and luca pulled the door up. the great thing about his loft was that there was only one room. well, technically three. there was the main one that took up ninety percent of the floor plan. the other ten was split in half. one was a bathroom, and the other was a dark room for photography purposes. so his kitchen, dining room, bedroom, and living room were all kind of lumped in the same room spread sporadically around the loft. luca tossed his keys on the island counter, dividing the kitchen from the living room. he pointed off towards the back wall. "bathroom's back there."[/color] it felt a little weird. having a woman in his space. because this really didn't happen a lot here. unless you were a client, luca rarely had women over. luca got to two glasses out and a bottle of wine. he, just like most giovannis, weren't really beer drinkers. they tended to swing towards the wine. probably because they were so use to it. at ten, they would have wine with their meals. besides, luca wasn't looking to get hammered. the wine was a gateway for light conversation, which was what he needed. pouring the drinks into the glasses, he waited for maggie to get out of the bathroom.

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STATUS, complete
CRED, format and graphics to me
LOCATION & TIME, gio mansion/luca's loft, september 2007
LYRICS, 'rusty halo' - the script
CLOTHES, found one this time.
TAGGED, maggie!!!
I SAY, lateee, slightly gmed and time-lapsed it.
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[Magdelena "Maggie" Corinthos]

MAGDELENA GABRIELLA ESMERELDA CORINTHOS
VALK STREETS, GIOVANNI LOFT, SEPTEMBER 2007

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-----knowing that she was going out to get drinks with him, and going out to get drinks with him were two very different things. the first entailed a kind of spontaneity and a desire to spend more time with the person who asked you. the second entailed desiring that company enough to say yes and actually make the motions toward accompanying a person to his or her car, to go get drinks. maggie had no idea why she said yes. sure there was the unending disdain for her father and the need to not be within miles of him. there was also the complete desire to just get away from this place because it, and she, still stank of her father. as you can tell there was really no love lost between the pair of them. but some part of her, some part deep down wanted to see a side of luca that maybe didn't want to kill her. albeit it was a very, very, microscopic, minuscule piece of her, but damn it if wasn't still there. she was intrigued by him. though she wouldn't say it out loud, maggie wasn't about to lie to herself. she was curious about him. there weren't many guys out there that could first of all handle her, but combat toe to toe with her as well. guys could never keep up. that was the notion she'd always figured was true. even though maggie prevented herself from ever having anything remotely similar to a boyfriend or even a love interest, she always knew that majority of the men were inferior because they simply couldn't handle her. she was not one to be handled anyways. she was a spitfire. she was calculating, manipulative, daring, and fiercely independent all at the same time. not many guys out there could handle that. in fact not many had. the only reason why juan had any hold on her was because he was her superior and he was holding her back at every turn. if it wasn't for that innate desire to prove him wrong just to spite him, maggie never would have let things go on for as long as they already had.

-----needless to say there was a lot to maggie that she never let anyone in on. she was sure that there was a part of her that knew how to love and could be a decent human being. it was buried under spite and ruthlessness but it had to still be there. if it wasn't would she not hold her brother in high regard even if he was the epitome of everything that was holding her back? would she not adore her little sister even if her naivety was bound to get her killed? it was safe to say that there was a side to maggie that she knew was there, but even a side of her that she hadn't seen. what would she be like when she let down her guard and let someone in? who the hell knew. maggie had never gotten to that point with someone else so seeing the kind of person she would transform into would be something that even surprised her. maggie wasn't even sure if she was capable of such a thing as letting someone in, all the way in. she'd seen it in movies, read it in stories, and even heard it from word of mouth but it wasn't something she'd ever experienced. since she'd been old enough to realize what was going on, want her share, and had been denied, maggie had kept herself guarded. against her mother, against her sister and brother, definitely against her father, and now here with luca. she was guarded. there was no denying it. she always wondered what would come next, how she would combat it and come out the stronger person. even now as she headed to her car and pulled a small backpack from her trunk did her mind prattle through all of the possibilities and what she would have to do in each situation. it was just the way she was. nothing was carefree and this was as close to spontaneous as she was getting. end of story.

-----maybe she had played into his hands before, agreeing to join him for drinks, but it was in no way something she hadn't already considered. this was all strategic for her. see another side of him, get all of her bearings as far as this new 'partner' was concerned. she didn't want to be surprised by anything down the line and she wasn't leaving any room for that to be a possibility. "yeah ha, ha, ha." maggie said in a flippant way as luca talked about more or less clothes. the only way he was going to see more of her than he already had was to get her naked and there was no way in hell that was happening. ever. though the thought should have thrilled her, and would have if maggie had really let herself think about it for a minute, she didn't let it phase her. nothing else was going to get to her today. she'd already promised herself that. her father had gotten the jump on her this morning and just knowing that was more than she could stand. no more. not today. she slid into the car with her bag and purse at her feet. never far enough to be out of reaching distance. luca may have found it comforting to be in a silent car, but maggie certainly hadn't. silence was deafening especially when you were in such close proximity to someone you really didn't care for. she was glad when her phone rang and she could reach down to answer it. looking at the name that had popped up she recognized it as being her brother. what the hell did he want now? "yeah?" she said into her iphone, feigning disapproval in her brother's call. "so did you have fun with daddy dearest?" the voice on the other end was equally sarcastic. "oh yes don't you know it. what to you want junior?" she asked as she settled further back into her chair. "your mother called." those three words had her popping upright, but maggie controlled herself and settled right back where she'd been as if nothing had happened. "and what did the bitch want?" "no clue. she didn't say. just thought you might want to know." she rolled her eyes, fighting hard to keep from clutching the phone angrily. "well i'll deal with that later. i need you to pick up my car from the giovanni place." she heard a pause on the end of the line and could actually visualize j.r.'s puzzled expression. "what's wrong with your car?" dense, dense boy. "nothing i'm just not using it and i don't like it sitting around. just go get it. they won't shoot you cuz dad's still there." "and why aren't you using it?" her brought her hand up to her head and massaged her forehead, hoping that a headache wouldn't arise from this intellectual conversation. "i'll tell you all about it later. just go pick up the damn car."

-----maggie didn't give him a chance to answer, she simply hung up on him. what an idiot. maggie feared that she really was the only intelligent corinthos on the planet, what a sad thought that was. by the time maggie tucked her phone away they were slowing down in front of a building, what looked to be the beginnings of some business. but it wasn't a bar or anything...weren't they getting drinks? once they parked maggie grabbed her things and got out of the car, making a visual motion when she locked the door and smiling over at luca in a "see i'm no idiot" kind of way. she closed it behind her, slid her bag over her shoulder and followed after him. she walked inside, keeping aware of where her knife was the entire time as she followed him into an old-style elevator. "ah, good to know." she said as the elevator finally reached the second floor. she looked around the place for a moment as they walked inside. talk about different people. maggie probably wouldn't have guessed that this would be the look of his place. you know since all he'd done is threaten her life and tell her how miserable he was having her as a 'partner.' she would have guess that she would see coloring books. those implied that he actually cared about someone, and that someone was young. hmm. who'da thunk. she headed off toward the bathroom and closed the door behind her, turning on the light and opening her bag. crap. she'd forgotten what she packed in here the last time. usually maggie didn't have to change into the stuff in this bag and be seen around other people. this getup might make her actually seem human. damn. she changed into the tank top and the skirt and folded her dress back into her pack. once done she pulled her hair back, letting loose pieces fall and frame her face. eh, not bad. she kicked off her heels and stuck them in her bag as well. looking at her reflection, maggie felt right at home. she looked like she'd just walked in from a humid walk around the estate back in tijuana, a very mexican, down home look for her. a look that suited her.

-----maggie zipped up her bag and grabbed it by the top handle, turning off the bathroom light and walking out into luca's loft once more. she looked up to see luca pouring wine into two glasses. hmm, she hadn't had wine in a while. oh goody. dropping her bag to the floor beside the bathroom door, maggie shuffled, barefoot, over to luca and the drinks and waited for him to make the next move.

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status • finished
words • 1965
tagged • laggie !
clothes • mexi flair !
listening to • all the right moves - onerepublic.
notes • check the new outfit :]. && holy hell this is long. pardon all the babble.

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[Luca Giovanni]

LUCA. ANGELO. GIOVANNI.


( NOW I'M LOOKING UP THE BIBLE )
( TRYING TO FIND A LOOPHOLE )

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----HE WASN'T A SHY MAN AT ALL but he did like his own quiet moments where he could mull in his own thoughts. wrap his head around the whole 'partner' thing. how was he suppose to make this work? start splitting the jobs now? one person do the talking, the other the punching? or one make the bets while the other does the collecting? ugh. it was kind of like only doing half a job. luca liked doing all of it. how can you threaten someone who doesn't pay and send someone else to do the collecting? kind of hard to establish some weird relationship with the client. or if they did everything together, they'd somehow become like the new stabler and benson or scully and mulder. damn, would they even start finishing each other sentences and like... actually trust each other? luca honestly couldn't see himself taking a bullet for her because it was her own damn fault meddling in a male-dominated lifestyle. basically, this was the way he viewed it: he'd help her out to the extent of if his life was endangered, then he was out of there.

so when maggie was on her phone, he was silently trying to pick up on half of the conversation. he also taped the accelerator a few times in an attempt to get to the loft quicker. he didn't know who she was talking to, but it must have been someone close to let them go pick her car up. then she mentioned 'dad' so luca had to of guessed she was talking to a sibling. luca didn't have siblings, though as close as he was to his family, his cousins could basically be his brothers and sisters having grown up around them pretty much all his life. or, when he moved to america at fourteen. they all lived in this great house. luca became close to violet, brought together by their common passion for the arts. violet was quite the gifted artist, luca was more into photography. but all the same, violet was what luca thought, his little sister. funny she was probably the only girl he could be around for long periods of time without wanting to just get up and walk out. it was probably because he very much admired her for what she had been through. luca had never been in the position of being tortured for information. violet was never part of the actual business, she just bore the name. she held her own in there. didn't even give up anything. that takes balls in luca's opinion. and from what violet told him of what happened, it made him want to crush every irishs' skull in a hundred mile radius.

he tried getting a reaction out of her when he did in fact, take her back to his place. might have even of sounded sleazy and predictable if there had been something between them at all. which of course, there wasn't. so no thoughts of wine and sexytime were on the agenda. not now, not ever. this, was business. while she was in the bathroom, luca withdrew his gun from his waistband and placed it on the counter behind him. no matter where maggie hid that damn knife of hers, he wasn't going to fight her in his own home. besides, he cared about his photographs too much. it would be a waste if her blood got on them. and, luca didn't even need a gun to kick her ass. yeah, he was still convinced of that. he took the glass in his hand and took a sip. she was still in the bathroom, and this just showed how stupid she was. he could have slipped some poison in her drink and she wouldn't have known the difference. see? this was women for you.

he heard the door to the bathroom turn and maggie walked out. he absentmindedly looked at her, then back to his drink, then wait- luca looked back at her as she approached the counter. wow, she actually looked normal. he looked down again and grabbed her glass, handing it to her. "rule number one: never accept drinks from my clients. they always try and drug me. they'll prey on you," luca's eyes swept over maggie, "for obvious reasons." he explained this to her about his usual crowd. no joke, at least a couple of times clients attempted to drug luca. and he wouldn't want to drag her incoherent body out while explaining deals on the way out of the meeting place. he looked at the dark red wine. "i would propose a toast, but there's nothing really to be joyous about in this situation, is there?" he was being a little crude. what happened to just dealing with this and accepting it? well, the more scenarios luca thought of, the more he was thinking of things that could go wrong. what if he died next week because of this odd pairing partnership? liars and cheats could smell when someone wasn't strong. maggie and luca were... maybe strong separately, but definitely not together. in fact, they were both leaders in their own right. they had one more chief and one less indian. someone was going to have to back down and clearly that would be neither of them.

"ok, so what's your deal?" he asked her. vague and broad, luca tried to narrow it down, "um. i mean, like, how old are you anyways?"

[/color] with his free hand he put his hand on his chest, "me? i'm twenty one." he was only slightly nervous what she would say. he was good at reading people, but with age, he was at a loss. he thought however you acted was how you should be treated. that's why age was usually the last thing he wanted to find out about a person. if he found out how old you are prior to him categorizing you, then he would think of you as what a generalization of that age group tended to be. "but i swear, if you're sixteen, don't let the door hit you on the way out." yup, that was luca's attempt of a joke. though, he barely cracked a smile there. but if he had to guess, maybe she was around his age? nineteen? twenty at best? he knew she must be younger than him. the 'i can run with the big dogs too' fire behind her eyes made him think that. her appearance too, was that of a younger woman too. luca just wanted to figure out everything about her. for partner reasons, of course.

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STATUS, complete
CRED, format and graphics to me
LOCATION & TIME, gio mansion/luca's loft, september 2007
LYRICS, 'rusty halo' - the script
CLOTHES, found one this time.
TAGGED, maggie!!!
I SAY, i'm only disappointed because i'm like below wc from what you had. if i continued it would have been ramble-fest '10.
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