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Post by Magdelena "Maggie" Corinthos on Mar 11, 2010 16:11:09 GMT -6
 MAGDELENA "MAGGIE" CORINTHOSVALK STREETS, GIOVANNI MANSION, SEPTEMBER 2007[/font][/center] -----"so you and some guy are just now supposed to work with each other?" j.r. said with a mounting anger to his voice. maggie could relate. she didn't enjoy this any more than the next person. why would anyone else have a father that hated them so much that he would have you assigned to work with a member of a new business associate, a partner that no less wanted to rip her head off than she wanted to stab him in the throat. ah yes, they were like a match made in hell. luca and maggie didn't get along. they were no where near getting along. if maggie had something to say about it, they'd never get along. but of course that was an impossibility. maggie had to get along with luca. hell she had to save his sexist ass when the time came for it. because they were in this together. she couldn't get out. he couldn't get out. and neither of them were going to survive without the other. well damn it wasn't that just a pickle. "you heard me. i'm stuck with sir buff's a lot until pops says otherwise. the bastard." maggie shook her fingers through her hair, separating the wet strands before she debated taking a hair dryer to them. from her view of her room behind her, shown by the mirror on her vanity, maggie could still see j.r. fuming, pacing back and forth by her bed. "why are you so tweaked?" maggie snapped at him, turning around with the hairdryer still in her hand. "what i don't get the right to be pissed off? you're working with someone we neither know nor trust and you're just supposed to go running into dangerous situations with him guns blazing?! you could get shot!"
-----she did nothing other than roll her eyes at her brother's dramatics. that boy seriously hated the idea of her getting further mixed up in things and she knew it. she knew that j.r. wanted nothing more than for maggie to be phased out of the business, as he thought his father had been doing. now with her new partner j.r. was under the sudden realization that juan sr wasn't trying to hold his daughter back. he was trying to give her more than she could chew in the hopes that she'd get scared and run for the hills. only maggie would never do that. she would never just throw up her hands and quit. she would simply suck it up and power through it because it was what she was good at. challenges made maggie excel and juan sr just didn't seem to realize that. he thought he could push his daughter out but really all he was doing was giving her the incentive to stay. j.r. would have told his father that, but then it would be likely that his sister would kill him then bring him back to mutilate his DNA so he could never reproduce, or something else just as drastic. she wanted this, he needed to accept it. ha, no way that was happening. "so what now?" maggie opened her mouth to answer just as her phone vibrated on her vanity. who the..? she grabbed the phone to see her father's name screaming at her on the screen. "hold on, i'll find out." she said with a bitter taste in her mouth. "¿qué quieres?" what do you want? maggie spoke in spanish, though she didn't know why. "bueno. que estás allí. llegado a la mansión de Giovanni. ahora." and just as fast as he'd called, juan sr. hung up the phone, leaving maggie to sneer at the empty line.
-----maggie was not one to be summoned. she showed up when she wanted, how she wanted, and the people around her just had to deal with it and learn to live with it. at least that was the way things had been all before this huge mess had occurred. now look at her. maggie was now partners with a man she couldn't stand. true that since their little "assignment" maggie had learned to tolerate him a little better, but that certainly didn't mean that she liked any part of this. aside from all that she was now being summoned to the giovanni mansion like some dog being told to return to it's master. "hijo de puta" maggie said as she slammed her phone down on her vanity, grabbing her hair dryer and turning it on. she could see j.r. trying to talk to her from his reflection in the mirror but after about a minute he'd given up, letting maggie dry her hair in peace. she finished up before she went pilfering through her closet. instead of grabbing the usual grab that was sure to please her father, maggie grabbed a tiger print t-shirt and some black skinny leg pants. her father was used to seeing her all dolled up like a trophy, too bad. today he was going to get a shirt and pants, just like maggie liked wearing, and just to spite her father. j.r. reemerged once she was dressed, leaning against her doorway as maggie was sliding on her snake skin boots. "i've been summoned. nothing else you have to worry about yet." she said without glancing over at her brother, angrily flicking her hair behind her ears before zipping up the zipper on her second boot. "fine. shall we call you a cab? last time i had to walk all the way to that house just to get your car. that's not happening again." she straightened, grabbing her purse and brushing past him on her way to the door. "no. i'm taking my car. i should be driving it back but if not you're going to suck it up and come get it. got it?" without giving him a chance to speak, she walked out the door.
-----she wasn't happy about any of this. not at all. sure, this may have been a great business deal for fausto and just another assignment to luca, but for the corinthos this was a whole 'nother enchilada. this was all about family, anger, revenge, and stubborness. sheer stubborness. juan wanted her out but didn't have the gaul to just "fire" her because she had everything he needed. maggie had the connections. maggie made the deals. maggie was the one making this business look good. until juan could get his hands on everything that maggie had been hiding from him, he needed her. and that little fact just did not make him happy. she slid into the driver's seat, cranking the car and pulling out of the drive. the drive wasn't very long, but it had given maggie just more time for the impending...whatever it was to just sink in and make her angier. whatever in the hell she was being summoned here for, it wasn't going to be pretty. she pulled into the giovanni drive minutes later to find luca's car no where in sight. great. was she in this alone? stepping out, maggie walked up to the door which opened to her before she even had to knock. she followed her escort to the back room where she'd been given her little assignment before. as the door opened maggie watched her father turn, his expression slightly agitated. yes he'd expected his little mob princess. well she wasn't home today. she walked right past her father to fausto, who immediately got a smile, even if it was a fake one. "hola señor." maggie said as fausto offered a hand, just as before. "we're waiting on one more. please, sit down and relax. it shouldn't be much longer." with a nod maggie found her way to the couch and seated herself, her gaze locking onto her father's as they both pretty much exchanged looks of hate before he turned and struck up some conversation with fausto. gag. who the hell were they waiting on anyways? maggie wondered as she heard a knock on the door. well, she'd soon find out.
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tagged • laggie !
clothes • this knee-high boots !
listening to • all the right moves - onerepublic.
notes • hope it's workable? lol i love the title. so fitting xD also, no clue if the spanish is right. dunno how reliable google translator is.
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Post by Luca Giovanni on Mar 13, 2010 20:03:22 GMT -6
LUCA. ANGELO. GIOVANNI. ( HERE I COME WHEN I BETTER GO )( I SAY YES WHEN I OUGHT TO SAY NO ) [/color][/center][/font]
----LUCA PUSHED HIS HANDS DEEPER into his pockets as he stood in a nearly empty apartment. he was accompanying his cousin, violet, on her apartment hunting day. "what about you luca? what do you think?" violet turned her head back towards luca who had slightly distanced himself between violet and the realtor. this wasn't going to be his apartment, so he didn't need to listen to the realtor marvel at the decent-looking apartment, making it seem like it was better than it probably really was. luca shrugged as he walked over to the window facing the street. "how's security in this area? my cousin has a son. i want to make sure they're both safe." the realtor blinked a few times. he was a balding man with glasses and was probably good at his job. though luca could tell that the poor realtor was a little bit afraid of luca. luca actually hadn't spoken more then the 'luca giovanni' greeting as he shook the man's hand when he and violet first got there. "there are lots of other children here in the building..." the older man started as luca peered out the window and down the street. "mhm. but, what about break-ins or trespassers in the building? how often does that kind of stuff happen?" he tore his eyes off the street as he looked back at mr. realtor and violet who was slightly shaking her head. "well, you need a key to get into the building. all the tenants doors are very strong. chain-locked and dead bolted..." he trailed off, like he didn't know what else to say but was hoping he answered luca's question.
though luca himself could find a million loopholes into getting into the building, he let it go. though as he was looking around, he decided violet could do better. why she insisted on moving out of the giovanni mansion was beyond him. she was looking for a quaint little apartment. big enough for her and rocco. though he knew fausto could set her up in an upscale condo, violet was too modest. kind of like luca too. why else would he be living in a loft above an abandoned art gallery? the whole reason why luca was apartment hunting today was because of a small rumor fausto heard. the rumor was, that the irish might be in town. i know, right? were they stupid? valkyrie was a city that had three major gang organizations in it. the gios, the corinthos, and the sirens. not that any of them had any of their major businesses in the city, there were still members that lived there. and at least, they got along. or as much as they could considering who they were. so, if the irish was in town, they were bored and wanted to start shit. so, fausto said until he heard the rumor was true or false, luca needed to look after violet. fausto said it might be best if they didn't tell her right away, because they didn't want to freak her out for no reason. both agreed, she had been doing the best she ever been since she had rocco. well, she had been doing better for a really long time. that's why luca had a lot of respect for his barely younger cousin, because she went through something with the irish that he never had and she defended the family. he was always close with violet since his family moved to america, but he really admired her, probably more than she knew. so he called her today, asked what she was doing. she said she was going to look for an apartment in which luca promptly invited himself along. he told her he was going to make sure she didn't get cheated by some skeezy landlord. which was true, but also to make sure she wasn't walking around alone.
"i'm sure everything is great here. it's not far from the school rocco will go to next year, great part of the neighborhood," violet said listing it's good qualities. luca's phone started vibrating in his pocket and he took it out immediately. violet looked over at him and luca said, "i got to take this." he started walking towards the front door to go in the hall as violet started asking other questions about the place. when he was in the hallway alone he answered, "it's luca." he was met with the curt, down-to-business tone of his uncle's voice. "luca. wrap it up with violetta, you're needed here." luca nodded even if his uncle couldn't see him. "ok, uncle, i'll be right over." the giovannis weren't ones for long phone conversations. they were straight and down to the point. and, they tended to be about the business, so they didn't waste anytime.
right as luca slipped his phone back into his pocket he turned to open the door, but ti was already twisting and opening up. "well, thank you for the tour. we'll definitely be in touch. yeah, uhhuh, thanks, again!" violet's voice told him as her head was turned away from luca. she turned her head as she walked over the threshold. "oh hey," she said to luca. "everything ok?" he nodded. "yeah, it's fine. we got to go back though. now." violet nodded as the two headed down the hall to the get to the staircase. "what is it this time? someone steal a truck of our black-marketed lobsters?" luca laughed, "not as far as i know. but hey, you're not thinking of this place, are you?" he asked her, changing the topic because what fausto was calling him back for could be the rumor. "hey, i liked this place. you could be a little warmer though. i think you've successfully scared all the realtors we met today." luca shrugged as they walked down the short flight of stairs and out the front door. "i can't help how they view this," he smirked as he used his hands to motion at himself. violet rolled her eyes with a smile, "you're ridiculous." she started heading towards the passenger side of the car as luca took a swipe of the street to see if anything looked out of the ordinary. "and what was with all those security questions? every place we went to?" luca continued to sweep the perimeter as he unlocked the car doors. he furrowed his eyebrows, looking at violet from across the car's roof. "no apartment is going to be the mansion," he said bluntly as they both got into the car. "yeah, but i can't stay in there forever. i'm twenty years old, i have a son, i need to have my own life. ... it was almost five years ago, luca. i've moved on. it's time for everyone else in the family to do so too." luca met his cousin's eyes. she smiled weakly and turned back to the front, staring out the front windshield. luca started the car. "i just want you and rocco to be safe."
it wasn't that long to get back to the giovanni house and violet and luca both walked into the foyer together. before he headed off one way and she the other she stopped him. "thanks for coming with me today." luca smiled. "no problem. let me know what you decide." violet nodded and she started heading up the stairs as luca walked down a hallway to the study. the door was closed so he decided to knock. fausto opened the door and shuffled him in. he thought it was going to be about the irish, but seeing juan sr. followed by maggie on the couch diminished his thoughts of that completely. ugh, what was it this time? "sit," fausto commanded and luca had no choice but to walk across the room and sit on the same couch maggie was. he cleared his throat and nodded at her. "maggie," he said as a greeting and sat down. what was going on? he didn't know whether to say anything, but he decided to say something anyway. "what was...uh. so urgent?"
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CRED, format and graphics to me
LOCATION & TIME, gio mansion september 2007
LYRICS, 'i get around' - dragonette
CLOTHES, here.
TAGGED, maggie!!!
I SAY, yayyayayaya
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Post by Magdelena "Maggie" Corinthos on Mar 13, 2010 20:44:59 GMT -6
MAGDELENA "MAGGIE" CORINTHOSVALK STREETS, GIOVANNI MANSION, SEPTEMBER 2007 [/font][/center] -----nothing about this situation felt good. it didn't smell good. it didn't taste right. you name it, something was off. none of this sat right with maggie, and of course she knew this couldn't be good. the last time she was in this room she'd been joined at the hip with luca. what the hell else could her father have in store for her other than the hell he'd already shoved her way. maggie understood why. the man was so boastful and full of pride that he would rather make his daughter miserable than fess up to the fact that she was the one who was indeed running the business. there was a reasoning behind all of that too. for one thing, it made juan sr. look absolutely ridiculous. there was running your business and then there was running you business and for the last five years juan had not been doing the latter. how would his business associates react when they found out that the entire time they thought they'd been dealing with juan, that they'd been dealing with his underage daughter? yes it would definitely not make him look good in the slightest. the bigger stab to his ego though was the fact that maggie was doing a better job than juan could ever hope to accomplish. within the last five years of being accepted into the organization, maggie had quadrupled their finances, stability, and placement among other substantial families in the nothern hemisphere. it was because of maggie the they were now standing in the home of fausto giovanni, doing business with him. because without maggie, juan's business would have been just another blip on the radar screen of badasses trying to get power in this world. he had that power because of his daughter, and because he'd claimed it all for himself without learning what she'd done to accomplish so much, juan stood to lose it all if his daughter quit. since she wanted in so badly that wasn't a problem. but he still had his own ways of punishing her. what he had coming for her was perfecto.
-----she looked over as a knock came from the door, silently obseving as fausto answered it and ushered luca in. thank god he hadn't been long. woah. did she really just think that? well when you considered it, at this point luca was the lesser of two evils. on one side stood luca. he was annoying, sexist, and drove her up a god damned wall, but at least she could tolerate him. though she didn't have much of a choice, maggie would pick hanging out with luca over her father any day, as she had already when she'd traveled to his loft. on the other side of that was her father, a man she despised more than life itself. the man who had fathered her but harbored more hatred toward than probably any parental figure on the face of the planet. tell me how that made sense. to give rise to a child but absolutely hate them? love probably wasn't in juan's dictionary, or if it had, it would have only existed while his first wife was alive. he loved his heir, j.r., but only because juan couldn't hand over the business to himself and no one but the first born deserved that right. maggie figured j.r. looked too much into it. he probably saw it as his father seeing something inside of him, something dark, when really, had any other child been born before him they would have been given that duty. any anger j.r. hid within himself, well that was all on him. he couldn't blame his father for that, for any of that. even if it was easier. maggie nodded toward luca, bouncing slightly as he plopped down onto the couch. she watched as fausto and juan pretty much smirked at each other, both leaning up against the desk, both crossing their arms in front of their chests. oh jesus shoot her now. this whole kingpin bonding thing was driving her up a god damned wall. you'd think there would at least be a little hesitation on their part, a little curiosity as to which kingpin would strike first? but no. they were practically like brothers separated at birth now and it made maggie sick. quite literally, she had to fight the gag reflex.
-----even after luca's question they seemed to wait a little longer. what did they want them to start sweating with anticipation or something? because that wasn't going to be happening on maggie's end. "¿Le deja eso y decir que ya?" maggie said to her father in a voice that was sickeningly sweet to hide what she'd actually said to the non-spanish speakers in the room. would you knock it off and just say it already? juan cleared his throat, apparently he was taking the initiative here. "we've come to think that this little agreement between the giovannis and the corinthos is not yet strong enough." the man's harsh timber and strong accent probably made things a little less easy to understand, though maggie could sense whatever this was still couldn't be good, no matter how badly she understood it. "señor giovanni and i have discussed this at length..." he trailed off, glancing over at fausto with a nod. yes, yes, we can all barely understand you but just spit it out already! maggie was just about to open her mouth to prompt him when fausto jumped in. "we've decided that an arranged marriage would strengthen the bond between the corinthos and giovanni organization. congratulations you two." her jaw practically hit the floor. "no. no! no freaking way! ¿cómo demonios se puede hacer esto a mí darte celos, viejo bastardo! crees que esto va a hacer que me vaya, pero sólo cuestión de tiempo! sólo cuestión de tiempo!" maggie flew off the rails, calling her father a jealous old bastard and telling him that this wasn't going to get her out. but all the good it did was bring a smile to the lips of her father. he'd wanted this! he'd fucking wanted this!
-----she said a few more very harsh things in spanish before she plopped down to the couch, her head shaking in disbelief. she looked over at luca to see his reaction. hell she'd been so caught up in her own that she hadn't taken the time to see just how much he liked this idea.
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status • finished
words • 1344
tagged • laggie !
clothes • this knee-high boots !
listening to • never say never - the fray.
notes • teehee. i hope i went about this okay. not sure how mob-y i come across. feel free to tell me to fix it if you don't like.
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Post by Luca Giovanni on Mar 14, 2010 18:44:13 GMT -6
LUCA. ANGELO. GIOVANNI.( HERE I COME WHEN I BETTER GO )( I SAY YES WHEN I OUGHT TO SAY NO ) [/color][/center][/font]
----LUCA WAS RARELY NERVOUS ever in his lifetime. he was just too confident to let it get in the way of things he was capable of doing. but sitting there on the couch as the newest besties stood so smugly together on the other side of the room made him feel uneasy, unsettled, and not prepared. were they going to say that maybe this wasn't such a good idea? that the partnership between maggie and luca should end and there would be no hard feelings on either of the families. oh, luca could only dream. he was just going to have to suck it up and ride it out until he himself would be reassigned to something or moved up in the ranks. then he could all this behind and maggie can go back bitching to everyone that she alone runs her father's gang.
there was more silence even after luca asked his awkward question. what the fuck? was this bigger than he thought it was? maybe it was about the irish and before it ended up being true, fausto wanted to get more people on his side. that sounded like fausto, planning ahead. or maybe there was this big undercover thing that was going down. luca always loved the thrill of a heist. he'd never done too many since he wasn't of that stature yet, but fausto sees everything and if luca said so himself, he'd been doing pretty good in the business for the past year and then some. though if this was true, he didn't know why the corinthos' would be in here with them. each family had their own private affairs. this thing just happened to be something they shared for, 'the greater good' as fasuto put it. maggie said something in spanish. making it sound sweet, though luca knew what she was saying. hm, he was taking note. she didn't know he spoke spanish. he mildly wondered how long he could keep this up before he told her. that could make everything more amusing. oh, but yes, little luca was a trilingual. speaking fluently in english, italian, and spanish. once he moved to america, he was over a year ahead in his studies thanks to the london schooling system, so he sort of picked up a habit of learning different languages which helped him out in europe when he went there to back-pack for a summer. though the three language were what he could speak well in, he could hold small conversations in portugese, russian, and french. yeah, he was a weird one growing up. probably could have been a translator for the united nations or something like that.
juan started. saying that the giovannis and the corinthos' didn't have a strong enough bond? wait. were they joking? this partnership already was taboo to any other crime families across the nation. there was a longer pause. it was aggravating luca. what was so big they had to drone it out like they were announcing an award? then fausto cleaned up shop saying, "we've decided that an arranged marriage would strengthen the bond between the corinthos and giovanni organization. congratulations you two." maggie was already standing, yelling in spanish about an old jealous bastard... or something. luca didn't really try and listen. he sat there, a hard look on his face, because he was more of a silent thinker. were. they. serious? an arranged marriage? what? were they in the middle ages? that's what countries did to become allies back in the day. they were not countries and this was absolutely ridiculous. marry, wife, and husband slowly started melting into luca's brain as the words started making more and more sense. the couch's cushions slightly moved as luca felt maggie sit back down. he could see her looking at him out of the corner of his eyes. well, i guess it his turn to get up and start bitching. maybe he'd do it in italian? "you want me to marry her?" he didn't say it sarcastically, or snotty. it was cold and emotionless. fausto recognized the tone immediately. the tone that revealed he was too pissed off to yell and instead it came out slow and even, as if he was trying to control the boiling temper inside. fausto sighed at luca and opened his mouth to say something but luca said something else, "what did my father say?"
haha, oh yes. if you didn't catch it, basically, luca's uncle just married him off as his parents sat alive and well in los angeles. this just showed that even if fausto was his uncle, how much of luca's life was controlled by his dictatorship. fausto scoffed a little bit, a smile on his lips, "he wondered why you weren't already married." oh, that damn giovanni motto of marrying young. it was suppose to carry on to this generation too. all of fausto's siblings weren't even in their sixties yet, and all of them had teenagers, and twenty year olds. it was crazy and not ethical to today's standards. luca stood up and fausto straightened. between the two giovanni men, something was changing in the air. less words were saying more. "so you thought you'd choose me a wife." though it was intended as a question, it did not come off as one. "she's only eighteen, and i'm twenty one. in what universe can you see this working out?" fausto dropped his happy face and looked sternly at luca... his soldier. "orologio voi stessi, angel volto. " fausto said in italian which was 'watch yourself, angel face.' luca shook his head. he couldn't even bring himself to look at maggie. he shook his head and looked out the window. "i'm not doing it. i'm not marrying her." this was the first time luca flat-out refused fausto's orders. no more than two seconds later fausto was standing in front of him. black eyebrows knitted together. he pointed at luca and shook his finger at him. "che cosa è il tenere me da non voi in un tronco è ora quello che siete miei nipote. disobbedire me nuovamente e... " 'what is keeping me from shoving you in a trunk right now is that you are my nephew. disobey me again and...' fausto patted luca on the shoulder, leaving the 'and...' up for interpretation. luca was steaming though. the two continued to look at each other until luca finally said, "si, zio." telling his uncle yes. fausto looked at him sternly one last time before turning to the guests in the room. "so, i was thinking a spring wedding? the flowers would just be blooming..." luca folded his hands across his chest. this was going to happen. his back was facing maggie, but he eventually brought his eyes to look at her, seeing how exactly she was taking this.
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CRED, format and graphics to me
LOCATION & TIME, gio mansion september 2007
LYRICS, 'i get around' - dragonette
CLOTHES, here.
TAGGED, maggie!!!
I SAY, ... and everything goes to shit xD
evil!fausto. i had to.
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Post by Magdelena "Maggie" Corinthos on Mar 14, 2010 19:35:38 GMT -6
MAGDELENA "MAGGIE" CORINTHOSVALK STREETS, GIOVANNI MANSION, SEPTEMBER 2007 [/font][/center] -----there. were. no. words. there really were no right words to use to describe the many emotions she felt in this one instance. well there was anger, oh yes there was plenty of anger, but just that one word 'anger' didn't seem to encompass everything she was feeling. neither did blind rage or fury. none of it seemed to encapsulate this other worldly kind of anger. shock was another on the list. maggie knew her father was capable of many things, but it had been a long time since juan sr. had really surprised her. this partnership? this had all just been a ploy, a means of pissing her off, none of which had surprised her. but marrying her off? trading her like she was some piece of property? all of a sudden maggie figured she could feel what a sandwich in a lunchbox would feel, being traded for a pack of gummy bears or whatever sweets there were out there. this ancient act of marrying off a daughter, jesus this was squashed way back when! this old, decrepit tradition felt like a millennium old. we were in a new, modern time for crist's sake. why bring back the classics? it still had yet to dawn on maggie what all of this meant. this meant, walking down some semblance of an aisle. this meant walking to luca?! this meant...oh god this meant that kiss at the end and living in a house together. oh. my. god. this couldn't be right. none of this was going the way maggie had imagined it. none of this was happening right. maggie hadn't planned everything to the wire but the summary of it all was that maggie was supposed to come to the states, juan was supposed to stay behind and she was supposed to be handling the state wide shipments, connections, the works. the business in valkyrie was her baby and juan had pretty much just suffocated her baby.
-----she put her head in her hands, her elbows propping up on her knees as she tried to make sense of all this. damn her father hated her so damn much that he was willing to ruin someone elses life just to spite her. now that was lower than low, if she could say so herself. not to say that she wasn't a catch. if maggie had to say so about herself, she had the possibility of being a good...something. wife? doubt it. mother? hell no. partner? that was doable. she didn't have to love him, she only had to marry him. oh what in the hell was she saying! maggie looked up to see the little back and forth between fausto and luca. damn. maggie had respect for fausto, sure, but she'd never once actually been intimidated by him. she'd never had much of a reason to. as long as she respected him and worked with his damn nephew then things were all peachy keen. but this? this was the actual mobster radiating from the man. if she hadn't been nearly terrified, maggie would have been completely impressed. luca showed control, something maggie hadn't had the stomach to do. she hadn't had much of a chance to practice that around her father now had she? the time spent in valkyrie was the most time she'd had to encounter him in years. even when she was working for him in tijuana, the henchmen played messenger to juan's orders. he hadn't looked his daughter in the face more than three times in the five years she'd been working for him. that, and her father was one of the only people capable of getting the best of her. well touche, congratulations, or whatever else helped you sleep at night but this bullshit took the cake.
-----she didn't have to understand italian to understand the point getting across in fausto and luca's little tissy. maggie looked away from them over to her father who was of course nothing but smug smiles. "usted obtendrá lo que viene a ti, anciano." you'll get what's coming to you old man. maggie practically snarled as she once again rose from the couch. "esta es nuestra decisión. tienes la suerte de tener ninguna parte en esto, porque todos sabemos lo poco que importa a este negocio. se casan y se fortalecerá el vínculo entre las familias y la ayuda de dios voy a poner una bala en ti mismo." 'this is our decision. you are lucky to have any part in this because we all know just how little you matter to this business. you will get married and you will strengthen the bond between the families or so help me god i'll put a bullet in you myself.' well it was nice to finally hear the threats surface. ah, just like old times. it almost made maggie want to smile, almost. "uh huh, yeah spring." maggie said flippantly, running her fingers through her hair for a moment as she really got her bearings. "if you gentlemen don't mind i'd like a moment with my.." she gulped, forcing herself to say the next two words which tasted like cough medicine in her mouth "fiance." oh ew. oh double ew! she glanced over at luca, caught his gaze and shuddered. maybe they could get an annulment right after. pull a britney spears or whatever that pop diva's name was. she was only married for what? fifty five minutes?
-----fausto turned to juan, apparently happy with maggie's initiative, patting him on the back as they walked to the door. "oh pops." maggie said, crossing her arms over her chest. juan visibly stopped in his tracks, livid that she'd use such a slang term to address him. "¿no es hora de que regresar a tijuana? no me gustaría verlo a la cárcel porque eres pasaporte se ha agotado. mejor que llegar a casa, porque si te vuelvo a ver, voy a llamar ins." isn't it about time you head back to tijuana? i'd hate to see you thrown in jail because you're passport has run out. better be getting home, because if i see you again, i'm calling INS. there. all was right with the world now that she'd thrown in that little nail biter. maggie saw the daggers in her father's eyes the moment she'd spoken, but he turned and walked out with fausto as if nothing had happened. a wave of anger swept of her as the door shut. maggie paced the floor for a minute before she spotted glasses and a container of alcohol. screw the liquor. maggie grabbed a glass and pitched it at the door, the pleasant ring of crunching glass reaching her ears as the glass shattered on contact. "what did i tell you." maggie said breathless as she turned to face her newly betrothed. "this goes way beyond business. this is fucking daddy issues!" she said angrily, a flush coming to her cheeks.
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tagged • laggie !
clothes • this knee-high boots !
listening to • if you only knew - shinedown.
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Post by Luca Giovanni on Mar 15, 2010 22:14:19 GMT -6
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----HE COULD FEEL CERTAIN portions of his brain closing down. he tried leaping through the only window (which had been very very small to begin with) he could find as it was rapidly closing and fausto pretty much closed it and locked it, throwing away the keep. or, no, that key was just sitting in front of luca in a locked glass case, teasing him. how could his life go to shit in an instant? luca loved his life. he loved being involved in something famous, he loved working his ass off for a shred of praise. he was strong-willed and determined. why would fausto put the ka-bosh on that for him? well, at least luca viewed it that way. he liked being a free bird. it was less expectations and less worry. and anyways... whenever that time would come that luca would be in the position of getting engaged, he'd one: not hate the girl and two: do it himself. luca had never been in love. was he close to it at some point? yeah, maybe with london, but that was a long time ago and he never long-term dated anyone since then. to be honest, the thought of loving someone so much you wanted to settle down with that person scared him. he didn't know how people could give their entire selves to someone else.
besides, luca was a nephew to fausto. though he was just as loyal as a son, luca didn't see fausto betrothing maggie and alberto jr. wouldn't that be a little more legit? the son of fausto and the daughter of juan sr? to luca it did. were people really going to care that a nephew of fausto's was marrying a corinthos? nope. people would probably think it was this forbidden love thing that the families decided to just turn their heads and let it go. this, of course, was definitely not the case because there was no forbidden romance in this equation. at all. maybe... luca was thinking this through too much. finding out all the negatives and magnifying them by a lot. well, he couldn't find any positives besides fausto and juan sr's so-called excuse of 'strengthening the family bonds.' yeah, well, that was still complete bullshit. because they didn't realize who they were putting out in this. they were taking two people, (who secretly hated each other,) and forced them to get married. it was shutting out the chance for them to find other people, two people that were out there for them. luca wasn't trying to be all sentimental, but if you thought about it, in the grand scale of life, maggie and luca weren't suppose to get married. they were suppose to be with other people.
it was hard to hate her now. it was. he felt like he couldn't even if he still hated the partnership and working with her. working with her was one thing, but getting married was on a whole other playing field. he kinda of felt bad for her. be put in this position as a senior in high school. he knew he viewed her a little older, around his age, but he couldn't ignore the facts that she didn't even graduate from high school and already she was going to become a wife. luca had to say most of his aunts had been in this position before, but they tended to love the person they wanted to marry, and no offensive to the lovely ladies, but he had to say, almost all of them didn't work. they stayed at home and had raised all the cousins together. but this was different. maggie and luca only had feelings of hatred towards each other and luca could never see maggie staying home while he was out making the bacon. luca shuttered at the thought.
he didn't understand why he wasn't fighting this more, for both of their sakes. he was trying to run up a very muddy and steep hill. fausto already threatened him, luca wouldn't dare push his luck. as luca stared at the ground, he listened to juan sr speak to maggie in spanish. at the end he added in if she did cooperate with this, he'd kill her himself. damn, guess maggie wasn't completely over exaggerating about her father. luca would have always of guessed juan sr was a brute. but he should be, he was the head boss of a gang. it was better to be feared than loved. then maggie said the one word that described them. it surpassed 'partners' by far. she said... fiance. luca closed his eyes as the word sunk in. she asked for the two men to leave so she could be with luca alone. he didn't think that was a very bad idea. obviously, they needed to talk. before they left, maggie spurted out a long speech about her dad and his passport. fausto caught luca's eyes. a look of curious concern on his face. fausto knew luca spoke spanish, he was looking at luca to see what was being said should be anything alarming. fausto looked at him like the moment where he told luca he'd shove him in a trunk didn't even happen, because that was how good fausto was at his job. though not having a good passport was slightly newsworthy, it wasn't that important at the moment so luca just shook his head. and then the two heads walked out. luca was surprised they weren't holding hands and skipping off together.
maggie went apeshit as the two left, picking up a bottle of alcohol and whipping it at the door. it smashed and the pieces of glass flew. a big wet spot on the door remained. well, someone was going to have to clean that up. "what did i tell you. this goes way beyond business. this is fucking daddy issues!" luca had to wait a few moments. he wasn't sure how to answer this one. "for once, maggie," he said slowly, "i don't even know what to say." he still stayed a safe distance away from her because he didn't want to be close to her. it felt weird. he didn't even want to make jokes, because it would just be too inappropriate for the situation. "if we're lucky, this will blow over." it was hope he barely had confidence in. it was all just, fucked up. "i mean... maybe it'll be more of an act. like we don't need to... live together or anything like that." again, more things he was saying he didn't believe in. fausto wouldn't give him a wife if she wasn't intended to start a family with. why else would they get married. luca walked deeper into the room, farther away from her. "we don't like each other, so this whole 'getting married' thing, is freaking me out right now."
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LOCATION & TIME, gio mansion september 2007
LYRICS, 'i get around' - dragonette
CLOTHES, here.
TAGGED, maggie!!!
I SAY, hope this is workable.
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Post by Magdelena "Maggie" Corinthos on Mar 16, 2010 16:32:07 GMT -6
MAGDELENA "MAGGIE" CORINTHOSVALK STREETS, GIOVANNI MANSION, SEPTEMBER 2007 [/font][/center] -----this was her nightmare. not only was maggie butting her head up the proverbial wall as far as her father's business was concerned but now juan was dead set on just condemning her to a life of eternal misery. dead set being the operative word of the previous statement. maggie knew her father hated her. she did. she had no illusions about some father daughter relationship somewhere down the line. the whole competition between the two of them would die the day that one of them did. maggie knew that. she knew that he would rather see her the same way he saw every other woman in his life. every other pathetic, money grabbing woman in his life. that wasn't possible for maggie. she wasn't happy to just sit back and relax while someone threw money at her to solve every problem she had. that was the way she'd witness how her father 'dealt' with his women. he threw money at them and told them to deal with it themselves. but maggie wasn't just some parasitic woman who needed to live off of someone else for survival. she was self-sufficient and boy oh boy did she like it that way. she liked bringing in her own money to spend however she wanted. she liked having the kind of respect and power that came with it as well. she liked not having to ask another person for anything that she could get on her own. usually that was something you admired in a woman, well not in juan's life. maggie was happy with her life so far and it was that exact happiness that juan loved to prey on. she hated it. in all truth, juan did have control over her. she was an employee. a little more free-thinking than anyone else he'd come across which was why he looked weak in handling her, but juan corinthos was really making up for it now. it killed her that she now knew what it was he wanted her to do. marrying someone off was such an ancient tradition that had been buried a long time ago. well if you asked maggie it really needed to stay buried.
-----if, and that was a definite if, maggie ever decided to marry, it would be with someone she'd chosen, someone a little more likely than luca to keep up with her. luca, bless his heart, was hardly a contender. already he'd come up against her and failed. well, one would hardly call a bloody nose a failure, but who had walked away that night with the money? she had won after all. boy had it been satisfying too, more so the very next day when she walked into that room and saw the stunned look on his face. it would have been all the more enjoyable if maggie had known just what would have been happening the next day, or as of a few minutes ago. oh boy she would have been like a kid in a candy store had she had some future knowledge of just how close they were going to end up being. she wouldn't have put a stop to it either. she wouldn't have kicked on the brakes and appeased him just to make this partnership a little more tolerable. oh no, maggie would have given him hell. sure he hated her now, but just imagine how much he would have loathed her had she really put on the charm. still with that behind them none of this really did make sense. for one, you had the daughter of the head of the corinthos organization being married off. to whom? just some random giovanni soldier? maggie understood that this marriage, in some twisted way, was supposed to join the families. but to pair her with some nobody? it hardly made sense. seeing as how they had yet to even go out on one job together, it was hardly enough to say that they made a good team. but in all seriousness...was there some cosmic fuck you that maggie was missing here? luca was nothing more than a soldier, a grunt worker. he had no real power in the business as of late. hell he cut people's fingers off simply when they pissed him off. his opinion didn't really have an weight in the business of the mob. not to mention the fact that maggie was too young to be married off like property anyways! maggie was too young for a lot of things, most of which had yet to stop her, but she really did want to draw the line at marriage.
-----she wasn't happy with any of this, that much was evident by the now liquor soaked door. she hated this with a passion, but for some strange reason, she couldn't hate luca at the moment. after all it wasn't like any of this was his fault. he had been dragged into this kicking and screaming as well and could do nothing about it. still, if it hadn't been for her father's involvement, maggie probably would have laid the blame on luca. not because it was his fault, just because he was breathing. but with her father at the forefront of all of this misery, maggie knew exactly who to hate and to what extent. who knows, maybe there was just too much hate built up inside of her for juan that there simply was no room to hate luca. yeah, that had to be it, because the idea of her softening up to him because of this? that was preposterous. no her father was at the center of all of this rage at the moment. is was the reason why maggie was so quick to bring up the issue of juan's passport or visa issue. you see the government hated criminals, doubly so when you ran a business solely committed to, well, committing crime. the government, try as they may, usually could never lay a hand on such criminals because most were untouchable. the good ones i should say. it was the small things, the overlooked little details, that could get a crook yanked. after all, it happened to capone didn't it? being nabbed for having an expired passport was like a slap in the face when you skipped out on drug or murder charges on a daily basis. maggie knew that. juan knew that. the extent of her threat was this, get the hell out of town or i'll sick the law on you. it didn't take much of a genius to figure out that little kicker. maggie had no problem when it came to turning in her father, aside from the logistic downfalls of doing so. still in the end she had no loyalty. hell she was only in this business to spite him, and he was only marrying her off to spite her.
-----maggie was sufficiently calmer after pitching the glass up against the door. expelling all of that anger in one movement was beneficial to all. it kept her from pulling out the actual weapons and handling this matter the way she really, and i mean really wanted to. she sat herself down on the couch, running her fingers through her hair moments later to push the curls out of her face. "i have no idea what there even is to say. god i fucking hate this." she sighed audibly, resting her elbows on her knees. there was no getting out of this, not as long and her father was involved. he would see this to the end just to get her out of his hair. how pathetic was that? and yet again, luca had gotten mixed up in the whole matter. something that should have just been between angry daughter and angry father to begin with. but no, juan corinthos needed collateral damage in order to be happy. "half of this doesn't even make sense. as much as i hate to admit it the marriage thing is something that would do just what they want. but to you? we haven't even worked together on a job once. they have no idea if we work well together or not. hell i don't even know that." she paused, shaking her head in disbelief. "then again. my father's probably just trying to push you or i to killing each other. because let's face it, he's not the brains of this whole show." she cocked her head to the side to look over at him and the vast distance he'd put between them. good, the distance was probably better right now. "i'm sure we haven't heard the last of them...but..no we couldn't." she trailed off, finally just bringing herself to say it as opposed to him demanding she spit it out. "what if we jumped the gun on this? played along? maybe it would scare my father into rethinking his plan." it was a risk. it was a very big risk seeing as how their futures were in the line of fire here. "if we made my father think that's what we wanted, maybe he'd back out of it. after all this is just to get back at me. if he sees it backfiring right before his eyes, he might change his mind."
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status • finished
words • 1820
tagged • laggie !
clothes • this knee-high boots !
listening to • all the right moves - onerepublic.
notes • the last bit wasn't really planned. it just kind of came to me. like "hey sweetness" whenever they're around fausto and juan and "i hate you" when they're alone xD. wicked long too, my apologies.
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Post by Luca Giovanni on Mar 23, 2010 21:30:42 GMT -6
LUCA. ANGELO. GIOVANNI.( HERE I COME WHEN I BETTER GO )( I SAY YES WHEN I OUGHT TO SAY NO ) [/color][/center][/font]
----SIGNING ON THE DOTTED LINE DID not exist with the giovannis. your word was your john hancock and committing to anything verbally was just as good as signing something or shaking your hand with it. luca, felt like he just signed his life away. he wasn't even a relationship sort of guy and now, he was getting married. he always thought when he would get married, he'd love the person he was with. spending the rest of your life with someone is a big commitment. his biggest commitment right now was with the mob. you can't commit to that and commit to marriage and somehow, split an equal amount of time with each. it was impossible. though maggie might be thinking this was her father's way of getting rid of her, he couldn't think that fausto was thinking the same thing. luca knew fausto wasn't trying to get rid of him. luca was like a son to the gio's head guy. but fausto wanted him to succeed. how could that be possible now? he couldn't marry her. he shouldn't either but now fausto and juan s.r were being very adamant about this taking place. by way use his future to strengthen some bullshit tie between two families?
they did have mutual feelings... of hate. they were like salt and pepper. complete opposites but bound together because someone thought they should always be tied together. and as luca looked at her, he was finding more and more reasons why he didn't want to go through with this. for one, she was a mexican. not that he was racist, (sexist - maybe,) but he kind of pictured staying within what most of what his family did. marry a cute italian girl and have italian babies. he hated stereotypes, but luca tended to fall into tradition. except for the marrying young part, but now he was following in that tradition too. he'd be gay if he said she wasn't pretty, because she was. though her appearance was clouded by his dislike towards her. and well, her personality. two people that marched to their own drums so diligently couldn't work, could it? their conversations were basically arguments, and luca wasn't ready to argue about leaving the toilet seat up as well as who could kick who's ass. it just... didn't flow. oh, and let's not forget that this girl was still in high school. how fucked up was it to be a senior in high school and say you're engaged to someone a few years older and well out of high school? it reminded luca of a friend of his back in high school. the kid graduated a semester early and about three months later, he married some other chick that graduated early from another school. luca made fun of both of them saying how stupid it was to get married so young. and look, luca was becoming just that. however, he was forced into it and any possible chance of an annulment or a divorce would have a consequence of disownment from his family or worse.
so, she fucking hated this. what an understatement. too overwhelmed to really argue with her, he just resumed his place next to the window and stared out of it. the window in fausto's study was facing one of the hills leading down towards the rest of the city. it was a pretty good view, seeing all these other places. not that maggie or luca were important, but everyone outside of these walls were having fun and had no idea of the travesty taking place right now. then maggie mentioned how they hadn't even technically worked together yet, which was also very true. couldn't fausto see the stiff tension between the two when they first 'met' here in this very room? or the fact that he wasn't warm and smiling around her? or that he refused to look at her when he was telling the two older men he didn't want to get married. fausto was all about the love... why couldn't he see that luca and maggie were just... so uncomfortable with each other. "i'm sure we haven't heard the last of them...but..no we couldn't." luca nodded, still staring out the window. the less he looked at her the better. because once he started to look, hating her was going to get harder, and the image of wanting to kill each other was going to be replaced with wedding gowns and tuxes and honestly? he couldn't even think about that right now because it was so fucked up.
"what if we jumped the gun on this? played along? maybe it would scare my father into rethinking his plan." luca stopped thinking. he was almost tempted to look at her but he resisted. playing along? was she actually proposing that they pretend like they were a couple? that was weird, especially coming from maggie. then again, this entire situation was weird so any suggestions were great. but this one, not even luca would have thought of. he weighed his options. he'd feel kind of bad... for playing his uncle like this. not to mention, that it could be potentially damaging if fausto found out that luca was trying to foil the plan. besides, luca did not look good in a trunk. that was for sure. on the other side of the balance, he could see laggie's logic. both of the mob heads knew now that luca and maggie didn't want to marry. putting on acts was in luca's job description. if they acted like they wanted to... well, it wouldn't work on fausto seeing as he'd probably want to change the wedding date to like christmas or something like that. but if maggie was confident in what her father might think, maybe, just maybe this could work.
"so... you want to hold hands and pretend we like each other?" luca finally tore his eyes away from the world outside and settled them on maggie, who was sitting on the couch across the room. he probably should have said 'love each other' but he hated that word, especially saying it out loud. more importantly, he didn't want to say it towards her. he shook his head, looking down at the floor briefly and then back up, "i mean, i'm the master of acting, but do you really think we can put away our hate for each other and pretend like we're the happiest people in the world?" if this was the plan they were going to take they had to be legit about it. luca walked away from the window and walked casually across the room. he stopped in front of her and kneeled to her level. "because i, for one, would like to stay alive. so, when your father and my uncle look at you... into your eyes," he started, cocking his head to the side, making sure she was looking directly at him. "will they see some sort of undying passion for me? or... will they see some forced fake feelings disguised by the mutual hate between us? we're not dealing with normal families here," he explained to her, getting up and turning his back towards her. "they'd be able to see through the acts and lies. but... if you think we could pull this off then..." luca sighed. it was his smallest window, but he was going to take it. "...then i'm in."
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CRED, format and graphics to me
LOCATION & TIME, gio mansion september 2007
LYRICS, 'i get around' - dragonette
CLOTHES, here.
TAGGED, maggie!!!
I SAY, this took awhile... sorryyyy
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Post by Magdelena "Maggie" Corinthos on Mar 24, 2010 6:11:45 GMT -6
MAGDELENA "MAGGIE" CORINTHOSVALK STREETS, GIOVANNI MANSION, SEPTEMBER 2007 [/font][/center] -----so this was all about whether or not she could fake feelings? please. maggie was a master at faking feelings, even if she'd done quite a shitty job of it so far. even though luca didn't really know it, he'd seen the most of her screw ups. ever since she'd been 'stationed' in valkyrie it seemed as though she just couldn't shake things off and just let them be. though it was usually her style to hear something that ticked her off and make a person pay for it later, well, she hadn't really been succeeding with that as of her move. she figured it was because thid place was supposed to be her biggest bit of freedom. this was the place where she had been assigned her biggest job of dealing with the american side of her father's business. this was the place where she was succeeding at that and was now seeing it torn from her hands. yeah, anyone who'd gotten a break and wanted a bit of freedom would be equally pissed and equally not as rational. say for instance you compared her situation to a person who'd thought they'd won the lottery. you check the numbers, you see that they're all there, and freak out, etc. but aside from all of that you think of the ways that it's going to change your life. more shopping sprees, and easier go of just life in general, and never another worry so long as you don't gamble it all away at caesar's palace. but then you get to the convenience store or whatnot to turn in your numbers and you find out that the ticket expired or something ridiculous that keeps you from getting your dream handed to you. that was a decent comparison to what maggie was going through right now. valkyrie was her chance for something bigger. she'd thought it was her father finally a) seeing his daughter's potential and b) using her for something more than just a strategist.
-----needless to say this had been her shot. like in every movie you watch at the point leading to the climax there's always that one decision. should i go for it? should i wait? is this right or wrong? maggie had considered this her one shot to actually do something that would make her employment with her father actually feel like it had been worth the hell he'd been putting her through. but this all just seemed to be another excuse to ruin her. valkyrie was his opportunity to build her up, to make her think that she actually had a shot. but this little show right here had brought to light all of what he'd wanted. juan had wanted nothing more than to build her up and ear her down. something that like was motive enough for her to fake a romance like her life depended on it. juan had gotten the best of her, it was time to turn the tables on him and in part get back some semblance of her dignity. because had it been anyone else, had any other face been the lead of this little tirade, they'd be dead or at least taken care of. no one did this to magdelena corinthos. no one ever got away with taking advantage of her, mostly because she never gave people the opportunity. it was only juan corinthos, her own father, who could make something like this happen to her and worst of all, get away with it. that had to end. if people found out that she was vulnerable around her father, and not because of strong loyalty and family ties, then people would think she could be taken advantage of at any time. she had to take care of this and the one way to get her father off her back was to get him off his game. if juan thought he'd actually made her happy, he'd take everything back in a second without thinking.
-----she watched as he turned away from the window to look at her. more than that he walked over to her and knelt in front of her. maggie stayed where she was. usually she would have leaned away, but she was demonstrating something even if it was to herself. "look i'm sure you're a wonderful thespian and all, but you're not the only one. i think i can hide a little anger. besides, it's for the greater good right? pretend to like you, end this whole marriage thing, and then i can go right back to hating you as much as i'd like." her gaze locked on his and softened, because she made it so not because he had that effect on her. "you underestimate me giovanni." maggie said with a smirk. "i understand you've seen nothing but my tantrums since i've gotten here," yes she admitted it, "but i'll fake it so well even you will doubt if i'm acting or not." well now that this was partly settled, maggie was feeling a little better about this situation. luca walked away and maggie straightened, a smile on her lips. she pushed herself off the couch with her hands and walked over to luca, resting her hand on his arm. why not start now right? "i know my father. he'll hate this more than anything. with a good enough show i think we could have this whole thing thrown out in...oh i don't know...a month or so? maybe less depending on how good of an actor you are."
-----she heard a noise at the door and turned to see fausto and juan walking back inside. she stayed where she was, instead of looking to the door she looked up at luca. they really could do this. she was sure of it. "then it's a deal." she whispered as she turned toward the two entering men and nodded. once she was sure her father had seen, maggie dropped her hand and took a step away from him. "i take it you know that this means moving in together." maggie heard fausto say. she was too busy watching her father's stuttering step to listen. "if we must." maggie said finally, looking over at fausto. "we understand that this is all for the greater good of both our families. we won't let you down." maggie finally played a small, seemingly forced, smile on her lips. she was going to play her father like a fiddle, and she was going to enjoy every minute of it.
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status • finished
words • 1357
tagged • laggie !
clothes • this knee-high boots !
listening to • all the right moves - onerepublic.
notes • hope this is okay. unless you've got more to add to the situation we can probably end it here. up to you though.
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