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Post by Luca Giovanni on Jun 8, 2010 21:20:29 GMT -6
 
----SHE SAID SHE DIDN'T WANT TO HATE HIM. she didn't want to? what kind of statement is that? ugh. luca closed his eyes. he was throughly convinced that when he re-opened them he would be in his bed. it would be the middle of the night and no one with the name maggie would be in his apartment. really, he dreamed up this entire night. for all luca knew, she was right where he left her. stomping off into her apartment after they got back from los angeles. their entire relationship was... just better if they didn't like each other. there was no caring involved, no feelings. it was like partner class 101: when you start caring for your partner, you started making mistakes. making mistakes got you killed, and luca, didn't want to sacrifice his life for saving maggie's. yes, it was harsh and cruel, but could you blame him? luca took a deep breath and opened his eyes. shit. nope, he was definitely still awake. so much for that.
he looked at her, too exhausted to scoff. all those hurtful names? was she five? of course the fact that she was sounding like a child momentarily side-tracked him, he followed back to what she said. maggie just told him he was a decent guy. that she would have found him attractive if he wasn't so sexist. luca had the suspicion that really she did find him attractive, but his personality sort of screwed that up. well, she just had to take the good with the bad. wasn't that what all "relationships" were based on? luca himself only found maggie really attractive when she wasn't talking, so in some way, it all evened out. he was just surprised that she was admitting this. guess alcohol sure did numbers on her. 'note to self,' luca though quietly, 'get maggie drunk more often.' she tended to be more useful.
luca found it easier when he wasn't looking at her. maybe if he just drifted off into sleep she would stop talking to him and eventually she'd either fall asleep here or just go take the bed. they could just wake up tomorrow and continue hating each other. luca had been too sentimental, in his opinion, for the night and didn't want her to think that this would be an all the time thing now. then again, he was secretly hoping that she would just forget about his conversation and in the morning luca could just say something mean how getting her at the club was a huge inconvenience and she was more trouble than she was worth. yeah. that sounded like a plan. "we did. that dance was hooottt." luca's head fell forward and he grinned slightly. "yeah," he told her and let out a small laugh at the way she said it. she then stated that she didn't know she could dance like that. he stared off across the room and looked at one of his photographs hanging on the wall. it was one when he was over in europe for a little bit. it was of one of the churches in prague. he had to admit, luca loved old buildings. the histories they held, the way that the looked like they could be falling apart but yet still hold up after all these years. "italians can do anything." it was a saying right from his uncle himself. "kinda wish you didn't cuz that just makes you hotter." luca tore his eyes away from the church and back and maggie. what the hell? the more she kept looking at him like that, the more he just wanted to go to sleep and not think about this anymore. it was becoming awkward and uncomfortable. he didn't like what she was saying to him. because now, he was feeling obligated to give a little and lighten up himself. he wasn't about to admit out loud that the way his shirt hung on her was very sexy in a way. sure, he had seen her in less but this was different. luca knew that sometimes it was more sexier when you weren't already in your bra and underwear, there was nothing left to imagine.
maggie flopped back into the couch, situating herself like she was going to fall asleep. no way! not when she was dropping bombs like another gang in town. she couldn't have mentioned this before she was telling him he was good looking? he had to call fausto. this could be bad. she mentioned something about hackers and her brother, and killing a desktop? what? that made no sense. "what? you're not making any sense," he told her and frowned when she seemed to sink deeper into the pillows. he didn't want to wait on this. asking her in the morning might be too late. not that he knew what 'too late' would be, but in the mafia world, you don't wait on telling people stuff like this. if he was letting her off the hook in all the other crazy shit she was sputtering tonight, then he could try and get something useful out of her now. luca leaned over, grabbed her arm, and pulled her up to a sitting position facing him. "if you know where they are, then where are they?"
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Post by Magdelena "Maggie" Corinthos on Jun 8, 2010 21:59:37 GMT -6
 MAGDELENA "MAGGIE" CORINTHOSVALKYRIE, CALIFORNIA, LUCA'S LOFT, DECEMBER 2007[/font][/center] -----everything felt off balance at the moment, and that wasn't just because maggie corinthos was piss drunk. it was a whole lot more than just one stupid night out drinking. it was a little bit of everything. first and foremost, it was this whole situation to begin with. maggie had never before been gifted with anything from her father. not a job. not a compliment. hell she'd never even gotten a second glance from the bastard. and yet here she was, a massive rock on her finger because she was playing along with the "we're marrying to unite the families" trick. she knew it was all a ploy from the moment she'd walked into that first giovanni meeting. there really was nothing like it. the room was so two sided. on the one hand there was her father. the creeping, unfaithful bastard was in valkyrie to shake things up only weeks after maggie had arrived to do the first job he'd assigned for her. that alone should have made the light blub pop on overhead. in some ways it did but it wasn't until things played out that maggie really saw the point of his plan, to single out his daughter as something useless and to put out the garbage. but the part about that first meeting that would have cracked her up so much, was luca sitting on that couch, his mouth agape with shock and his nose bruised from their first encounter. there was nothing but humor on one side of that room and nothing but hatred on the other, with fausto at the head of the room playing deal maker. she'd known before the words were even out of his mouth that her father was planning something. why else would he send her off away from any sort of protection and then swoop in to make her life miserable. it was a classic juan corinthos move and quite frankly maggie kicked herself for not seeing it sooner.
-----yes there always seemed to be some half assed calculated move steaming in that little head of his and though she could often peg it soon enough to avoid one of his moves, quite frankly she'd dropped the ball in valkyrie. she'd been so caught up in the excitement of starting her own supply in valkyrie and the misfortune of having to work with luca that she'd skipped right over what her father wanted to get out of this situation. well that would be the last damn time maggie corinthos underestimated her father. she had no other choice. though she was sure something like the benefit tonight hadn't been a part of juan's plan, it had no doubt pushed luca and maggie to some kind of level neither of them expected. maybe it was just maggie, but she had been pushed to the very brink. it was a rarity that she went out to drink her problems away. you knew it was bad when after something went down, maggie headed for the bar, and earlier that evening at the benefit had been so horrific that maggie had practically b-lined it for the bar and shot up her veins with straight vodka. yeah her brother could vouch for her, a drinking maggie was bad. a drinking maggie was a maggie that couldn't wrap her head around a calm, calculated way of getting past a situation. a drinking maggie was a defeated maggie.
-----for some reason it was a little hard to feel defeated in this moment as she sat on the couch with luca. it was like they'd built up all of the tension throughout the day and now as just a time to let go. she wanted nothing more than to just let go and at the moment she felt quite content. she may be drunk. she may be a blabbering mess. but as it stood at the moment there was no tension, on maggie's side at least. she couldn't speak for luca but this was some of the best moments she'd felt since she'd first walked into valkyrie with just the dream of starting up a dealing business of some of the purest mexican rock on this side of the border. that had been a nice dream. it was all out the window now, but it was a nice dream. still she felt more at ease in her drunken, half-naked state sitting on the couch here across from luca, than she'd felt in months. she felt free. she felt content. she felt drunk but that wasn't really phasing her right now. she snickered for a moment as he spoke. "yeah i guess they can. they can run a decent business and get along all at the same time. i wish my family could take a page from the giovanni book." she didn't like admitting it but she was jealous of them. "i'm jealous of you." she said unaware of the lack of a mental filter. "you've got all of the support of your family and whatnot. it must be nice for no one to want you dead, no one close to you at least." she leaned back slightly against the pillow she rested against, flexing her hand in front of her face as she ticked off her fingers. "let's see i've got my dad, one, my brother, not the one you know, jose castillo and the gang, three plus, any rival dealer, that fingerless guy, anyone my father hires to kill me after this plan goes to shit. you name it. it's wonderful being on so many hit lists." she grumbled to herself, feeling her mind drifting into that dark mist of sleep.
-----the lure of sleep was beginning to be too much for the whacked out mind of maggie corinthos. at this point she wasn't quite sure how much longer she could fight it. and while she was at it, why the hell were comedians so shlumpy? why did horses sleep standing up? why was she suddenly feeling a whoosh as she sat upright? maggie didn't remember wanting to, nor making the action of, sitting up. she blinked her eyes open to see luca within inches of her face. "woah." she said quietly as her eyes wobbled trying to take in a figure who was much to close to her...or not close enough. "you were yummy." she said aloud as her mind drifted back to the last time they were this close, when luca had hauled her to her feet and just up and kissed her. she tugged her arm, freeing it, and, against the screaming voices of her sober self, she tangled her fingers in the thin fabric of his shirt and pulled him in for a kiss. good thing she'd been "there" enough to brush her teeth after she'd changed. she couldn't explain the part of her mind that begged for him to not tense up and make things weird. somewhere, so far deep down that she needed drinks just in order to make it reveal itself, was a part of her that wanted him to kiss her back.
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Post by Luca Giovanni on Jun 10, 2010 1:00:21 GMT -6
----YOU KNOW THAT FEELING YOUR SKIN gets when you're uncomfortably nervous? the way you could feel waves of feeling from your feet, numbing your spine, and rolling it's way through your fingertips? that's how luca felt. it was like anxiety he was trying to escape. he tried to use all his strength to just stop the conversation, go to bed. he kept repeating what he wanted to do in his head as well as envisioning himself actually doing it. seconds later he'd realize it was only thoughts and he was still here on the couch. it was funny. luca did confronting all the time. he'd confront bookies, people that owed him money, enemies to his family. luca would barely break a sweat in those situations. but this type of confrontation, was just hard for him. he didn't like anything that made him face the real truth. he liked being in control and right now, he was definitely not in control.
the edges of his mouth smirked when maggie talking about his family. it was always nice to hear other people talk about his family so highly. she said she wished that her family could learn from his, and he sorta kinda knew what she was talking about. he knew through fausto that the corinthos' were some big generation-filled business like the giovannis were. juan sr. even took his titale through war so there was a lot of blood spilled when juan took his 'throne.' luca wasn't saying that was a wrong way in doing so because all gangs, mafias, and cartels had different ways to rule over their business. they couldn't all rule the same. it was just that everyone did it differently based on what they were used to. luca couldn't imagine someone trying to overthrow fausto. people probably thought about doing it or how they thought they would be a better leader, but they knew better than to challenge him. anyone going up again fausto would lose. fausto had too many people that were for sure on his side. luca, was one of them.
"i'm jealous of you." luca frowned, "you are?" oh, he would definitely remind her of this tomorrow when she woke up. he would actually gloat about this if he wasn't so tired and she wasn't so drunk. he felt like telling her he had support from his family because they wanted him to be a part of this. it was quite clear that maggie's dad wanted her to have nothing to do with the drug business. he glanced at her curiously when she informed him that no one close to him wanted him dead. it would be a total shock if his close family were actually planning on ousting him. he guessed he never really wondered how many people maggie had been pissing off through-out her tirade of becoming the best bitch in mexico. that did sort of have to be tough. "sounds like you have it rough," he murmured. he gave her a weak smile, "but lucky for you, you're with us now." he said 'us' to not make it sound too personal. 'me' definitely wouldn't have had the same effect. "we're the giovannis, remember? we'll keep you safe from paul and the others."
[/b] she was swaying slightly in front of him when he pulled her up. right when she was becoming useful to him she decided to get tired. she was ready to crash, he could tell. he glanced over at the futon, just to make sure rocco was asleep. yup. he could faintly see the covers rising and falling as rocco slept. "you were yummy." luca furrowed his eyebrows and turned his attention back to maggie. he looked at her strangely. what was she talking about. he just loved when she didn't make sense. it made his job of deciphering so much easier. "um, thanks," he replied. she tugged free of his arms and grabbed his shirt. luc could feel her fingertips through the layer of fabric she was grasping at. oh, she was going to barf now, wasn't she? the swaying, the incoherency, it had to be the signs. oh, on the couch, probably him too. this wouldn't be fun. besides, he'd have to clean everything up, which postponed his sleeping. luca was about to edge away from her but she leaned in and just... kissed him. wasn't that such a strange turn of events. last time they kissed, it was all luca's doing. he had been overcome with this sensation, this feeling, to just do it and not care about the consequences that followed. but right now, maggie had leaned in and kissed him. the back if his mind echoed that now they were even, but the front of his mind only had an immediate reaction. and that was to hook his right hand around her neck. his thumb rested right before her year and the rest of his fingers fell along her neck. it was strange. for him. her excuse was that she was drunk. what was his? yeah... luca didn't have an excuse because he was about as sober as a recovered alcoholic. there really wasn't an explanation for his behavior. he was just reacting on first instinct, which now pretty much scared him. a few seconds later, his other hand seemed find it's way to her back, the bigger and worn cotton shirt moving easily against her skin and his hand. [/size] _______________________ [/color][/center] STATUS, complete CRED, format and graphics to me LOCATION & TIME, his loft/bare night club, december 2007 LYRICS, "hang you up from the heavens" the dead weather CLOTHES, here TAGGED, maggie! I SAY, HOTHOT
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Post by Magdelena "Maggie" Corinthos on Jun 10, 2010 16:55:14 GMT -6
MAGDELENA "MAGGIE" CORINTHOSVALKYRIE, CALIFORNIA, LUCA'S LOFT, DECEMBER 2007 [/font][/center] -----maggie already knew that she was destined to be anything but normal. if there was a place in life that would stamp normal on her forehead, then things were in need of changing and fast. she knew that she was one of a kind. she was lethal, she was devious, she was calculated, and most of all she was determined despite everyone tearing her down. it wasn't easy trying so hard to be accepted only to be faced with certain death. it really wasn't. how many other people would go into a line of work where the people closest to you, the people you had hoped to trust, were the ones who wanted you dead more than any other person on the face of the planet. there weren't many i'll tell you that. maggie stayed with it because she knew it was something she wanted to do. now many people would think she was just walking into a death trap, her eyes blinded by hopes for power, money, and all the other things one would find associated with the mafia, drug cartels, gangs or any other such illustrious groups. to an extent maybe that was true. maggie loved the idea of power but it wasn't like she was striving to have it all this minute. her version of power, being that in the end she aimed so high, was just being in charge of her own drug unit, something she had been doing moderately well before her father stepped in and killed it. she wasn't hoping to take over the corinthos organization tomorrow. in fact she'd become completely aware that it was possible she'd never run the organization period, but she wanted a place. all she wanted was some where that she could belong. if that came with the threat of death...well so be it. what aspect of life didn't involve a little chance of dying. you could step off the sidewalk tomorrow and like a dumbass play kissy face with the windshield of an eighteen wheeler. but that didn't mean that you stayed couped up at home all quivering and whiny. so she took far more risks than any normal person. that was why she broke the mold.
-----most people wouldn't even have to think twice when faced with a situation like maggie's. drop out of the business and become someone normal or your father will humiliate you, break you, and eventually kill you when he makes up enough excuses for a viable reason. a lot of people wouldn't even face their father if he was to promise certain death the way juan corinthos did with his daughter, but that was all a part of the game. maggie wanted this and she would do anything to get it. besides, she was young and she was beautiful and that wasn't going to last forever. if she was going to go out it was most likely going to be with a bang and it would be doing something maggie had always strived for. what was the problem in that? what was a normal life? graduating high school only to spent every waking hour of your life in a cubicle doing shit work while the head honcho got rich? to waste away in front of a computer until the day came when you were no longer useful and you were sent away with a pink slip and a shitty retirement party that consisted of stale cake and a crappy watch as a goodbye present signifying that your life's work was worth that of a department store rip off? yeah because that sounded so much like living. sure there were the select few people, the entrepreneurs who went out into the world with an idea and came back a millionaire, but who really had that wonderful of luck? no, a majority of the world's economy rested on the backs of scut workers and poor, sad bastards who were worth nothing more than the toilets they repaired or the ditches they dug. it was a sad, pathetic way to live and maggie thought it was much more insane to fall back on such a gruesome and boring way of life than to live out your dreams in a rush of adrenaline filled, heart pumping moments. sure it lead to an early demise but it that was what she had to look forward to otherwise? sign her up for a life of danger every time.
-----yes she was jealous of luca. he was living her dream life. he was absorbed in the business but at the same time he didn't have family pointing the pistol to his head just waiting for something to go wrong. he had that support system who would help him as long as he hadn't screwed them over in the first place. what was there not to envy about that. maggie chuckled at luca as he sounded so shocked, "you bet. you've got it all. hell you've got the life i've always wanted." she hated that so many people hated her, mostly because she had no backup to begin with. at least if she'd been involved in the business she could have someone to watch her back while she faced down someone who wanted her dead, but we already know that her "support system" was that person in question. nope, it was maggie corinthos against the world and it would likely be that way until the day she died. "well when no one wants you, you've only got yourself to watch your back. i may be sick of fighting it all, but if i give up...boom." she pointed her index finger to her temple, emphasizing her point with the fake pulling of a trigger. "as nice of a thought as that is.." she trailed off, just thinking how nice it really would be to have a group like the giovannis in her corner, "you know the minute this 'deal' is over, i'm out." she couldn't help but to smile up at him as he talked about the giovanni's making an effort to watch her back. well even if it was for only a brief time, it was a nice notion and one that would probably help her sleep tonight, it luca would ever let her.
-----she wasn't a fan of being shaken into consciousness, and neither was her stomach, but she had to admit that she was glad to be so close to him. though she would kick herself later for the complete lack thereof of a mental filter, right now she was utterly happy as luca didn't pull away from her. she'd just wanted to kiss him so she hadn't been expecting his hand to hook around her neck and pull her in closer. she hadn't been expecting to feel his hand on her back either. going with the motion, maggie scooted her body closer to him, feeling his body press to hers through that filmy shirt she was wearing. she unclasped her hand from his shirt and snaked it up his chest, her kiss growing in both intensity and a hunger for him she hadn't known existed as she laced her fingers in his hair and continued to kiss him. though a part of her deep down knew she'd regret it when she had her wits about her, nothing was going to make her forget the fluttering sensation in her stomach, or the way his lips felt pressed to hers. her free hand, which had been propping her up, was now available to slip underneath his shirt and feel the warmth of his abdomen under her greedy fingers. maggie, even in her current state, wasn't sure how long this little moment of bliss was going to last, but she was making the best of it. she was too absorbed in the situation to even realize that the shirt had come untucked from it's safe, non-revealing, position around her body to just lazily flutter against her upper thighs.
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Post by Luca Giovanni on Jun 12, 2010 22:06:40 GMT -6
----LUCA KNEW THAT HIS FAMILY WAS IN THE ORGANIZED CRIME business when he was ten. he was leaving in england at the time with his mom and his dad. his father basically sat him down and talked to him about what the guys in his family did. the way he explained it was comparing it to a type of government. you had your head honcho and his vice. below that was smaller leaders that worked and kept everything organized, the day to day type of things. so, basically, the mafia was a weird form of democracy. luca's father told him that he himself was going to be a part of it, and if luca wanted to, he could too. for being ten, he thought it was kind of cool. his family were like a bunch of superheroes. sort of. it all came into a big circle when a few years later, luca and his family had to travel to los angeles for the great, late, alberto sr.'s funeral. the amount of men in black, with their hair slicked back was truly an eye-opener for the awkward british boy who took pictures. three years after the funeral, luca was back in los angeles for real and going to the high school. he had committed to joining the family right away. and just like that, he was in. well, it wasn't until he was eighteen, but his decision was to go in and he was allowed to. with the giovannis, it was very much encouraged that you help the family out. like a race, it was all about the culture and what they were use to.
luca remembered his first job, he was with alberto jr. al was a year older than him. if you thought fausto invested a lot of trust in luca, it was about times ten with fausto's eldest son. as fausto should, since al was taking over the business when either a.) fausto died or b.) fausto went to prison. there was always the option of retiring, but no one could see fausto retiring. he's be bitching if he was out of being in control. the biggest rule in the giovannis guide to life was not to get arrested. you get arrested, your prints are in the system forever. luca was proud to say that he was never arrested. it always made things easier. but he was young, there was always a chance for him to screw up. you know how rookie cops are nervous on their first day on the field? when you start in the business of crime, you have that same feeling. luca's first job was collecting money. it was an easy, simple job that he still did today. he even taught paolo to do it. as simple as it is, anywhere you bring a gun- something could go wrong. his first job was fine, however the more responsibilities you are given, the more dangerous your tasks are. when rival gangs are shooting at you, you shoot back while trying to find a way to get out of there. someone reaches in a pocket, you grip for your own gun. living life always preparing and expecting the worst was very very tiring. but, you get use to it. luca had a good grasp on it, though he felt like he still had so much to learn. so, when maggie told him that he had everything handed to him, he had to agree with that, (even though it required a lot of hard work on his part.) though, when she said his life was the life she wanted, he frowned. he loved his life, yes, but he wouldn't wish it on anyone else. there was always that fear you'd get caught. with the crimes and sins constantly building, he wondered when they would all come crashing down on him. hopefully, they never would. "you know the minute this 'deal' is over, i'm out." luca smiled. "i know. we can go back to fighting over who gets paul's money."
as if his body language didn't cross the line. he thought for sure the moment he put his hands on her face and back she'd realize what the hell was going down and backtrack immediately. luca kept thinking that he was the sober one here, therefore, he had the willpower to stop. he had the logical thinking for the both of them. then why wasn't he stopping? it was highly addictive and in some strange way, comforting. well, maybe if they just got this out of their system, it would be better for them. no obvious sexual tension that underlined their arguments. or, that was expressing itself through dancing. maybe that first kiss they had would weed itself out of his brain now that he tasted her for a second time. she leaned in closer to him, releasing her grip on his t-shirt. he felt her palm slide up his chest and the hand around her neck started grasping at some of her brown hair, pulling her face closer to his. he felt her changing her position, which could really only mean that she was just trying to get comfortable. so, she wasn't trying to get away from him, that wasn't what he was expecting. maggie just kept surprising him tonight. he felt her fingers crawl underneath his shirt and her finger tips swept across his abs several times. between her changing positions and luca gripping her shirt, the longer shirt was now starting to ride up. his hand dropped down, and he felt the bare skin of her leg. "so smooth,' was all he could think as his rougher hand glided across it. his hand started to travel upwards, bringing the hem of the short with it. it was strange that there was a point where your mind just turns off and all you can do is just... do. this was a matter over mind thing. it wasn't until his hand was clearly brushing up against her bare back that his eyes snapped open and he realized what he was doing. he pulled her face away and let go of her shirt. was he trying to take it off or something? next her let go of her head. "you're drunk," he stated looking at her. he said it in a matter of fact tone with a slight twinge of guilty laced around it. like, he taking advantage of her and he shouldn't.
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Post by Magdelena "Maggie" Corinthos on Jun 13, 2010 9:08:51 GMT -6
MAGDELENA "MAGGIE" CORINTHOSVALKYRIE, CALIFORNIA, LUCA'S LOFT, DECEMBER 2007 [/font][/center] -----maggie had grown up around her father's business all her life. she was born into it. the mansion was a compound, protecting juan and the rest of the little corinthos bastards from the retaliation of just about anyone you could think of. juan was not the smartest of businessmen. in fact it should have been hard for anyone else to believe that his business had gotten smarter automatically about five years back when maggie had pretty much "taken over." juan had always done his business the same way, the stupid way. he liked to run in guns blazing in order to get what he wanted. he didn't tend to mind casualties but he did try to avoid racking up body counts of the innocent. of the opposition? not quite. juan corinthos had no problem killing off his enemies. the more the better whenever he was doing a raid or making an impression on his contacts, buyers, producers, all of that. he liked to live his business in fear. now, it was nothing compared to jose castillo. that man would bathe an entire block of tijuana's main street in blood. no one was safe from jose. juan had had so much trouble with that man. a retaliation had been necessary before maggie was even born. juan had broken the greatest of a "thieves code." he had not only attacked jose castillo and his organization, dwindling the numbers dramatically, but then he'd sent in the second wave with the local federales. juan had taken one step too far, he'd involved the police. there was always one rule in the business, one rule in mexican business at least, and that was that you handled your own problems. cartels tended to have a greater gun and manpower than the local law alone, so it was customary to deal with your own issues. if you had a problem with a cartel you dealt with it the only way you knew how. to involve the police was like crossing a big, black, bold line. it just wasn't done, but it had by juan. he'd not only killed at least half of jose's men in one night, but he'd weeded out just about everyone else when he'd given the police an "in" to jose's cartel. jose and a few of his best and smartest had gotten away and escaped somewhere, but the massive organization that had been juan's biggest rival had pretty much been squashed like a cockroach under a pretty loafer.
-----it should have been completely obvious that someone else had taken control over the way things were run the minute juan stopped involving the local police in cartel business. the minute maggie really got a foothold in the way the organization was run, the police stopped being involved, the lines stopped being crossed, and the body count reduced dramatically. juan became more of a real threat than just a physical threat. he didn't just go out and kill anyone, he could make your friends turn on you, your enemies turn on you, and he knew of every one of your weaknesses. because killing someone got rid of the problem, but keeping them around and keeping them in fear made them useful for much longer than their death. it was because of maggie that juan's business now had some of the best contacts and some of the best distributors, the best everything thanks to her. but people didn't tend to notice that. they didn't ten to notice that juan's business went from reckless to smarter than anyone thought him capable. no one seemed to realize that juan had stopped killing people and had started keeping them under tabs. no one knew. it was horribly painful to see how ignorant people could be. since when would a man change a way of life that was working so well for him? juan had changed his business, yes, but the methods maggie had come up with were better, smarter. something that juan wasn't capable of coming up with himself.
-----nothing about any of this was supposed to feel right. nothing about kissing luca was supposed to excite her and make her want more. but it did. maggie couldn't help but grip him tighter, every fiber of her body wanting to get closer to him, to taste him more, to feel his body against her more. she couldn't remember the first kiss being this way. the first kiss of their had caught her off guard not only because of what luca did, but mostly because of her reaction. maggie had hated him back then. she'd thought for sure that there was nothing between the two of them but a promise of death, either by her hands or his. there had never, in her mind, been the slightest hint that she could have wanted this. so the moment that he'd kissed her and she'd reacted so willingly had caught her most off guard. maybe it hadn't been hate. maybe it had been something so much more? maggie didn't really want to admit to the fact that she'd enjoyed that first kiss, and she hadn't. she'd been quick to cover it up and with a distraction like the shower scene they'd set up for...well, london, it was easy to forget about their one little kiss. but this? here and now? she wanted this and no amount of sober probably would have changed the way her body reacted to him. had she not had drinks it probably would have taken a lot more to get her to this point, but maggie would have undoubtedly kissed him back. slowly but surely she was coming to the realization that maybe, just maybe, she actually liked him.
-----she sucked in a shuddering breath as his hand slid up her thigh. oh yeah, she couldn't deny that she'd wanted him. it was something she was just kind of struck with, but she did. maybe it was just lust, maybe it was something she just wanted out of her system, but she had no desire to stop him. it wasn't until luca had pulled away that she'd even realized it had gone as far as it had. she blinked as he pulled away, obviously caught off guard by how far they'd gotten. though he pulled away, he wasn't far enough to her hand to fall away from his neck. instead of gripping him in excitement, her hand mostly just rested on the crook that his neck made where it met his shoulder. her looked up at him as he spoke, stating that obvious. she chuckled quietly as her gaze fell away from his, pulling her hands back as well. "that i am captain obvious." she chuckled once more before she leaned back, resting back against the pillows. "sorry, i guess." she said it more for him than she did for herself. maggie couldn't find a reason to be sorry for what they'd just done, though that story may very well be different in the morning.
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Post by Luca Giovanni on Jun 14, 2010 23:29:54 GMT -6
----THERE HAD BEEN A LINE AND LUCA SEEMED TO have watched it pass on by. no big deal, right? it's not like he wasn't going to look at her differently or see her and think how his hands had been roaming all around her. psh. no way, right? who was luca kidding. he did exactly what he didn't want to happen. he thought for sure the intense hate of theirs would just continue to grow. but then the great game of life seemed to be handing them these moments. the kiss during training, the dance at the charity ball. then, tonight, with a honest conversation followed by making out on his couch. this was unbelievable - a wrench in their friggen plan. luca now believed that this whole plan to make their elders call the wedding off wasn't going to work. maggie and luca would screw it up somehow and end up dead. the idea of how much they hated each other and now seemed to soften was sounding a lot like those movies the film industry makes. they were like a movie. luca shuddered. he knew exactly how those movies ended.
when he pulled away and stared at her, she did the same by staring back at him. it was like it was sinking in at how far they had gotten without stopping. they both acted careless and reckless, a bad combination between the two. her hand lingered at the crook of his neck for a few seconds before she pulled away. luca looked over his shoulder quickly to look over at the darken corner of the loft where rocco was sleeping. luca could see the little shit not falling asleep and wanting to see what the grown-ups were up to. violet would probably never forgive him for that. this was one of the disadvantages of living in basically, a one-room loft. you really couldn't hide from anything. however, it was more of a bachelor pad. besides, it's not like he usually brought girls home when he was babysitting rocco. it was probably why rocco was so worked-up over the unexpected guest of the night. however, rocco wasn't over there peeking. luca could still tell the little boy was out like a light. ok, good, because the twenty one year old wasn't looking forward to explaining it to rocco when he couldn't even explain it himself.
"sorry, i guess." luca sighed, and brought his hand around the back of his head and scratched it. "yeah... me too." it was just as much his fault as it was hers. kissing happened to be a two way street. either of them could have stopped and they didn't. maggie had fallen back into the cushions and pillows again and luca just did what he was doing best this night-- staring off into space. he must have done this for a good five minutes. he sat and just started to think. there was a great amount of willpower in him that refrained him thinking about maggie next to him. so, he had to think about the money he had to collect sometime tomorrow. he wondered if he had to go back to los angeles to visit fausto. well, it was already a given he had to give fausto the heads up about the castillos. oh right! the castillos! funny that luca seemed to completely forget about this mexican drug cartel while maggie was kissing him. she still hadn't given him any useful information despite his constant pleas. all he seemed to get out of her was someone found them and a hacker. that gave luca nothing to go on, nothing to investigate this. he could probably go to some of the bars tomorrow, or some of the underground gambling rings and see what others had heard. but first thing was first, he had to ask maggie.
when luca turned his attention back to her. "so, about the castillos, where'd you say..." he trailed off when he saw her eyes were closed. "maggie." he reached out and touched her leg and shook it slightly. she didn't open her eyes, but she shifted her body a bit. "maggie, wake up." still, nothing. "you didn't even tell me what i needed to know. oh, shit." he found it useless. he knew better than to mess with a drunk person. when they passed out, you better just leave well enough a lone because you aren't going to get them up and ready to spill you details. he pondered his options for a moment while he sat on the couch. luca looked over at her. he did sorta kinda feel bad for her. he knew early on that she had issues with her dad, but tonight when she confessed to him that her dad would see more value in her dead than alive was depressing. luca felt bad for her. that was rough. he cursed himself as he got up and hovered over her. he was definitely going to regret this in the morning. he was going to blame his exhaustion.
luca was expecting her to wake up as he slid his arms underneath her. one under the bend of her knees and the other wrapped around her back. he lifted her up and carried her in a cradle position over to his bed. being as careful as he could, he lowered her onto the bed. i guess he didn't really think this through since she was on top of the covers. he went back over to the couch and grabbed the blanket hanging over it. luca tried not to think about how caring this looked. he tried to look at it logically. she was only wearing a shirt. her legs would get cold. he pulled the blanket over her and walked over to the other side of the bed. he let out a tired sigh. he was only going to be there for a few minutes. just rest a little. he was still wearing his jeans and t-shirt combo. he'd get up in a minute and change. then, he'd park it on the couch.
luca never made it to the couch. just like rocco, he was out like a light. with his subconscious mind at work, his conscious brain and reflexes had shut down. sometime during the night, luca rolled over. it must had been that instinctive feeling that someone was laying next to him that triggered the change of feeling. when luca rolled over, his arm lazily wrapped around maggie.
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Post by Magdelena "Maggie" Corinthos on Jun 15, 2010 17:51:46 GMT -6
MAGDELENA "MAGGIE" CORINTHOSVALKYRIE, CALIFORNIA, LUCA'S LOFT, DECEMBER 2007 [/font][/center] -----crossing lines was almost like a second job to maggie. it was like a purpose in life. after all had she not made just about everyone who'd ever known her miserable? the only people who still associated with her were people who either had no choice, people who had gotten over it and just given up trying to change her, people who'd embraced it, or people who weren't done fighting her yet. she figured luca was likely to be in that last group. he'd done nothing but fight her since the moment they'd met back in paul's kitchen. he'd called her a hooker, he'd tried to intimidate her, and he'd stolen her money. yeah he was definitely a fighter. in fact seeing him tonight with rocco, even though she was a little preoccupied with still fighting him, had kind of opened her eyes to another side of luca, a side she could have gone without seeing. this whole loving godfather thing was so out there compared to what maggie had her partner pegged for that it made her head spin. luca wasn't nice! he had done nothing more than tear her down or threaten to kill her since the moment they'd met. if he wasn't criticizing her every choice, telling her that this plan of hers was juvenile and would never work, and telling her that he'd rather be six feet under than wind up married to her...yeah it all stung to an extent, but it wasn't necessarily something maggie would hold onto and let keep hurting her. seeing that side of him only lead maggie to believe that luca was a heartless bastard who knew nothing but how to hurt people. seeing this new side of him just made all of his remarks in the past hurt that much worse, because he was indeed capable of being a decent human being. he just didn't chose to be that way around her.
-----though she shouldn't have cared, something about that just hurt. to know that he could in fact act like a human being, but chose not to act as such around her...it just felt like hitting below the belt. was she not putting her all into making this fake relationship look real? did she not dance her ass off in order to impress luca's uncle's goon squad? she had and she felt like she deserved a little more than the treatment he was giving her, but then again, she hadn't treated him like gold either. true a lot of her actions were in reaction to him. it was hard not to fight back when you were being attacked as such, but when you got down to it, it just hurt. she was glad that in the end luca had had the willpower to stop. she didn't let her mind even start to reel about the fact that he'd kissed her back and taken forever to stop her. she was drunk off her ass, so what was his excuse? it hadn't sunk in that he'd gripped her and pulled her in and that if they hadn't stopped, well rocco would likely be learning about the birds and the bees a little early on in life. luca sure would have been the role model of godfathers in that case, ha. not to say that maggie wouldn't have regretted it if she'd woken up stark naked next to him, she would. aside from a hangover, maggie would be regretting more than just one too many shots of tequlia. she'd regret sleeping with him. because even though she was drunk, maggie still couldn't realize that she'd kissed him for one reason and one reason only, she liked him, she wanted him, and alcohol was bringing out that side of herself that she didn't even know existed. once her head hit the pillow on the arm rest of the couch, she was pretty much a goner. she didn't even really know that she was so tired, but her eyes fell shut with the surrounding silence and before she knew it, she was out.
-----the bright lights of dawn glared through the window and hit her closed eyes, making maggie want to shriek out in pain. squeezing her eyes shut, she turned away from the light into a warm body. the shock of the feeling made her eyes shoot open. luca stirred slightly but didn't wake as maggie scooted away from him. when in the hell? as she pulled the blanket away, maggie noticed that she was above the sheets and he was below. well that was all well and good, but was that not his body pressed against her? was that not his arm that she'd had to move just to get out from under him. she stood beside the bed for a moment as their closeness really sunk in and she shuddered. "oh ew." she whispered shaking her head in surprise. at least she was clothed. she started walking away when flashes of her lips pressed to his swamped her mind stopping her in her tracks. oh. my. god. she remembered everything. she remembered getting drunk. she remembered kicking some asshole in the crotch and then knocking him out in the alley behind the club. she remembered arguing with luca. she remembered slapping him, she remembered being hauled out of the club over luca's shoulder. trying to walk home on her own, being talked into coming up to his place, wearing his shirt. maggie looked down at the thigh-length fabric and groaned as quietly as possible. she didn't want to wake luca up any sooner than was necessary. she walked out of the bedroom and found her clothes folded on one of the side tables. she grabbed her pants and walked into the bathroom, quietly closing the door behind her. she slid into her pants, leaving luca's shirt on for comfort's sake. she walked out and noticed rocco still asleep on his own little bed and smiled. well at least that part hadn't been forgotten. she loved the little kid. he reminded her way too much of her little sister.
-----maggie headed into the kitchen to see what kind of damage there was to that fridge. since she gave him a little shock last night, maggie thought it might be halfway decent of her to make breakfast. since she was up and already fighting a throbbing headache, it was the least she could do. really, it wasn't like she was going to go back up to that bedroom and crawl back into bed with him, though the thought was tempting. opening the fridge, maggie saw some frozen bacon slices, frozen soft tortillas, eggs and potatoes, all of which she grabbed. she was just putting the finished touches on the breakfast tacos when she heard a shifting noise from the couch. with a smile, maggie walked over with a cup of hot chocolate, made from scratch of course, and walked over to the couch. "morning small fry." maggie said with a smile, seeing rocco's face light up as he made room for her on the couch. "i need your opinion. how's this taste." she gave the cup to rocco and laughed as he downed it, his feet nearly clapping together happily. "alright save some for breakfast, but first you have to do me a favor." she took the cup from him and leaned in until she could whisper in his ear. "go wake up your uncle." she whispered, rising from the couch as rocco scampered off. she watched as he ran into luca's bedroom, lunging himself on the bed and jumping up and down on the mattress. once luca was sufficiently stirred, rocco hopped off the bed to the kitchen where maggie sat him down on the counter and gave him his plate and his cup back. she was just finishing up luca's plate when he made his appearance. "morning sunshine." she said with a smirk that had "i know what you did last night" written all over it as she popped a crumbled piece of bacon into her mouth.
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Post by Luca Giovanni on Jun 18, 2010 22:36:42 GMT -6
----WHEN HE WAS JOLTED AWAKE BY bouncing and then forty pounds dropped on his back, the first think he thought of was how long did he fall asleep for? what time was it? luca had full intentions of not falling asleep on the bed. he had just laid down for a second and now the sunlight filtered through the windows and luca knew he fell asleep for a lot longer than he intended. it was already the next day. "maggie made breakfast! come on! luca, come on!" rocco slid off of luca's back and jumped on the bed in an attempt to get off of it and ran off. then, luca could smell the food. he lifted his head and noticed he was nearly on the other side of the bed. the side maggie would have been sleeping on. he most have rolled over when he had gotten up. yeah, that made him feel better. he rolled over and got up. he looked across the spacious room and saw rocco and maggie in the kitchen.
at least he was still wearing his clothes from the night before. jeans and the white t-shirt still fully clothed. good to see nothing else happened in the craziness of what was last night. luca remembered everything. the taking rocco into a club to pull the unwilling maggie to his car, driving back to his loft, and letting her wear one of his shirts. the night didn't end there, however. they ended up having a real honest conversation. luca saw maggie in a new light which didn't help the cause of just hating her since now he felt bad for her. oh yeah, and then maggie pretty much mauled him on the couch. though, luca couldn't play the victim since he had been all to eager too. luckily, it stopped before it got anywhere regrettable, which trust him, it had been dangerously close to being. the 'one thing led to another' was a phrase they could of been using. maggie fell asleep as luca had been trying to get information out of her about a new gang, the castillos, in town. then, he carried her to the bed and decided to be nice and put a blanket over her. lastly, he laid down on the other side and swore to himself he'd get up in a minute and sleep on the couch.... and then he woke up to rocco jumping on his back. and maggie was cooking breakfast? well, she had been drunk, so last night wouldn't have been remembered on her part. he was taking what was said to the grave. how screwed up would it be if he said he might like his fiancee?
luca stretched and started walking over to them. "morning sunshine." and here he thought she wouldn't remember. the way she said it only made it sound like they did the nasty the night before. "morning," he grumbled and said down behind a plate that must have been his. "you made all this?" he asked, even if it was a stupid question. "feeling better then?" he asked smirking and bit off some of the bacon on his plate. he looked over at rocco, who was shoveling food in his mouth. well, maggie was schooling him on making breakfast. luca rarely made breakfasts this big. it was usually cereal and toast, or waffles if luca was feeling ambitious. luca didn't know if he should tell his godson whether he should or shouldn't get use to mornings like this. luca shuddered slightly when he was reminded he'd be spending the rest of his life with maggie. what? luca would always be expecting the worst while hoping for the better. he didn't want to become her husband but he was facing the facts that he probably would. he glanced at the clock and saw that it was nine thirty. hm, seems they all slept later than the usual. it still felt like he had only be asleep for about forty minutes. luca was still exhausted but he got up, his plate unfinished, and took his laptop off the desk. the online newspapers had to have been updated.
already luca was at work. he put the laptop in front of him while resuming his eating. he first typed in the los angeles times wed address and waited while it loaded. if fausto wasn't proud of their performance the night before, he would have already called. better yet, he would have come over. the only upside of that one was that maggie actually stayed the night, was wearing his shirt... sometimes the best things weren't planned out. but fausto wasn't here, so whatever. he scrolled down and looked at maggie. "we made today's paper. come look," his eyes went back to the screen and sure enough, a picture of fausto, maggie, and luca was pasted on an article entry. luca's arm was wrapped around her waist and maggie's hand was placed on his chest looking like they were a real couple. fausto was standing next to luca. he skimmed the article. it mentioned fausto mostly, but then went into saying that one of fausto's nephews, luca giovanni, was engaged to magdelena corinthos, daughter of juan corinthos sr. of mexico. the article said the couple met 'at a coffee shop' and that they were happy their families 'blessed their wishes to marry.' luca hid a grin and how easy it was to feed lies to the reporters who ate it up. there was no mention of drug cartels and mafias, but it was implied. it ended with fausto quoting they were looking at a spring wedding. "not bad," he commented and shrugged. rocco craned his neck, his eyes growing wide at the picture. "hey! i thought you said she wasn't your girlfriend." luca shut the laptop and poked rocco's arm lightly. "she is not my girlfriend. you got to finish your breakfast and start cleaning your colors up. your mom's going to be here soon." rocco hunched over in disappointment knowing the fun times were almost over. luca got up and grabbed his empty plate. walking over to maggie, he put the plate in the sink. "so, how much of last night do you actually remember?" he asked hesitantly.
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Post by Magdelena "Maggie" Corinthos on Jun 19, 2010 8:09:27 GMT -6
MAGDELENA "MAGGIE" CORINTHOSVALKYRIE, CALIFORNIA, LUCA'S LOFT, DECEMBER 2007 [/font][/center] -----it was fun to watch rocco dashing around the house, leaping up onto the bed and jostling luca awake. something about this whole morning was amusing to her and that wasn't just because she'd remembered everything through her drunken fog. she had a bit of a headache. alright more than a bit, but she was being a trooper. you'd hardly know that she was even drunk before by the act she was putting up. most people would probably kill all the lights, plug up every hole until they were drowning in darkness. they'd probably pop five or six tylenol and silence every possible thing in their house. maggie on the other hand took one or two more tylenol, had a huge glass of water, and she was ready to power through it. she could be in a grumpy hangover mood later, but today she was going to act like a human. she wasn't sure exactly why. maybe it was the fact that rocco was here and she enjoyed the boy far too much to ruin his opinion of her with one really crabby day. maybe it was because of luca and because in some strange way she'd felt the air between them had changed. hell maybe it was just a combination of the two. maggie didn't quite know what was going on with herself and luca. she knew that she'd wanted to kiss him and that being drunk had been the only reason that she actually had kissed him. she knew that she enjoyed kissing him because even when she was drunk maggie was capable of pushing guys away and she hadn't done so with him. it was hard to say. she did like the fact that maybe things were changing. i mean maggie was all for outright hating the man. to keep herself detached by a way of loathing was easy enough, but the comments and the cynicism just rode her last nerve until there was hardly anything left. that part wasn't fun. so maybe she was being human to keep up the act. she didn't want to have to hate him any more for her sanity's sake and if this was the way to go about it, so be it.
-----she smiled as rocco came running back, her hand scrubbing through his hair as he sat back down. he really did remind maggie a lot of her youngest sister. she almost forgot just how much she enjoyed kids. being away from them so much didn't make it any easier. being surrounded by people who wanted to kill you or getting swept up in the business didn't help either. it was almost hard to imagine that maggie could have a heart. no one who'd just met her would ever assume that she could ever love another human life, but maggie did. she loved kids. it was just a weakness of hers. she looked up at luca with that smirk and just loved how his face fell. he'd probably been hoping that she wouldn't remember the night before but maggie had her wits about her and she'd remembered it with crystal clear clarity. he'd apparently taken notice to that as he grumbled something and maggie could only laugh. "who's got the hangover here?" maggie questioned with a genuine smile. she was pretty sure luca had never seen one of those from her before. "yeah i don't like overstaying my welcome in other people's houses without finding some way to pay them back. breakfast probably doesn't amount to much next to last night, but it's all you're getting." she shrugged as she fixed herself a small plate. "nothing tylenol can't fix." she said with a chuckle. what the hell was up with these lighter spirits today? if she didn't get back to her normal, chipper self luca was going to think that kissing her would end in this result all the time and well...she couldn't argue against that.
-----she took her first little bite when luca got up and walked over to his laptop. oh right. she'd almost completely forgotten that this morning rode on the tail of one very...interesting night. the benefit had been her worst nightmare, obviously or she wouldn't have gotten drunk. it was strange though that things looked like they'd turned around to much. from that one horrid night to whatever this was. it was almost like a complete one eighty, though not completely. for a total one eighty they'd have to be in love with each other and something like that could never happen. she looked up from her plate as luca spoke. "the paper? oh right." there she went again, almost forgetting the benefit. she grabbed her plate and walked around, standing in close proximity to luca as she read over his shoulder. she didn't want to recognize how good he smelled or that she could feel the warmth of his skin. ugh what the hell was wrong with her?! one kiss did not a romance make and she was trying her best to chastise herself back into reality...unfortunately it wasn't working so hot. she looked at the picture in disbelief. "looks pretty real." she said, rather surprised. "good work. you may just get an oscar nod for that award winning performance last night." she looked over at rocco and snickered. she remembered that from last night, neither of them claiming to be dating. rocco had caught both of them in a bit of a lie. luca was quick to try and change the subject which meant he really didn't want to talk about it, which meant that now maggie really did want to talk about it. something about their appearance seemed to be a touchy subject for him, like maybe maggie wasn't the only one picking up on how good the other smelled and whatnot? psh, wishful thinking. maggie wanted to think luca was in the same boat with her to make her feel better. yeah, that had to be why.
-----she gave a playful little pout rocco's way as he hunched over and walked back into the kitchen, popping one more piece of bacon into her mouth before she set the plate aside. she didn't expect luca by her side moments later and almost jumped when he spoke. "i remember you being the one to stop." she said as she turned around, her back pressed against the counter as she faced him. damn he was in that close proximity again..."and um, well everything that came before that too." she bit down on her bottom lip to keep from smiling at him. something told her that making fun of the situation wasn't going to help anything though luca looked slightly distressed by the events of last night. "you kissed me back" she said more like a question, cocking her head to the side as her brow furrowed in curiosity, "moment of insanity?" she offered hoping that he'd not agree with her.
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Post by Luca Giovanni on Jun 20, 2010 22:47:18 GMT -6
----THE PICTURE LOOKED REAL. the way they were holding onto each other like they couldn't stand a moment apart. luca was smiling. not overly huge, but one of those half smiles, his right side stretching farther than the left side. his eyes were only slightly squinted giving off that 'older than he really is' kind of look. or, what he was, a giovanni you don't mess with. he also saw a hint of possession. like, maggie was his and he'd rip off someone's limbs if they told him otherwise. why was luca so shocked that he looked like this? he acted all the time. frat boy, businessman, rich kid, remember? why did this job feel so different? was that what people in love looked like? the leaning in, the way their hands were placed on the other's body? luca could say the closest person he ever felt like this with real feelings were with london. and even then, would luca go as far as saying he was in love? that word was so confusing to him. was he capable of loving? yes. he loved rocco, he loved photography, he loved his family, but being in love? that was hard for him to grasp. did he feel the same as loving his dog, luna, who was back in los angeles? or, was it something like everyone else described it? the deep, warm feeling out got when you saw the person. or, how when you were away, you longed for them and even when you were with them, you couldn't be close enough? or could it be when you look at that person you see your entire future in their eyes?
luca glanced at maggie for a moment. funny. all he saw in his future with her was death. that can't be fun. all he knew was that last night threw a big, fat wrench in everything they had worked up to. luca couldn't really hate her anymore. he felt bad for her. not that he wanted to marry her, but considering she had ten people that wanted her dead (him included, depending on his mood,) getting out of the situation she was in wasn't a bad idea. her father was dangerous. and although luca slightly admired him just because he was a powerful, well-known criminal, luca couldn't get over anyone wanting their own children dead. hell, their own family. the giovannis rarely turned on each other. they only had one member stray from the family. luca's uncle who was barely older than he, tony. pretty much cut ties with fausto and became an fbi agent. fausto didn't like talking about that. therefore, tony has pretty much become a myth for those that didn't really know him. even though luca could see himself getting killed, he wanted to have maggie's back. they were not only engaged, but they were partners. but maggie was becoming a weakness for him. was he always going to go out and save her? for something as small as a drunk dial, or something as big as finding herself cornered by five henchmen to another gang? you know what they say. you're only as strong as your biggest weakness. and right now, maggie was his biggest weakness.
"i did do pretty well. and hey, when i looked at you, i didn't turn to stone," he joked, comparing her to the greek mythological character of medusa. but since maggie loved to poke fun of his supposed acting, he'd rather not thank her and just go straight for a joke. making fun of her slightly, but he knew by now she had tough enough skin. or... at least he though she did. she did mention last night that she didn't like him being mean to her. she said 'mean' like they were in fourth grade and he pulled her pigtails at recess. did he have to remember everything that happened the night before? some things he would rather forget. oh, which reminded him, he needed to ask her about the castillos since she just loved changing the subject last night. he tried pumping her for information she ignored him. he asked again, she mauled him on the couch with her lips. he tried one last time, she was asleep. ridiculous, he thought. he needed to call fausto, tell them they had more to worry about than just the irish scumbags invading the area. he actually didn't mind this small alliance they had with the corinthos' now. there was strength in numbers. maybe they would scare away some of these groups if they knew exactly who they were up against. maybe if the selwyns and the castillos saw that the italians and mexicans were working together, they wouldn't bother. too many deaths on their part would occur and the gios and corinthos would retaliate fiercely.
and suddenly the conversation turned into one that seemed to follow the statement 'about last night...' except there was no regretful sex to talk about. it seemed they were in a worse situation with the 'almost regretful sex' situation. "i remember you being the one to stop." luca groaned slightly. yes. he very clearly was the one that stopped it. he stopped when he somehow floated back into his brain and realized he was pulling the shirt she was wearing up nearly to her neck in an attempt to take it off. not good, luca giovanni, not good. "and um, well everything that came before that too." well, if she remembered her drunken tantrum, good. "then you won't call me drunk ever again." because then i'll come get you, he felt like adding but didn't. he became aware that he was close to her again. she was leaning against the corner, luca basically hovering over her like a moth to a flame. he stepped back a step when she said, "you kissed me back" yeah, he knew. and if rocco wasn't watching them like a hawk as he slowly picked his crayons up, maybe luca had the urge to kiss her again. see if it felt the same way as it did last night. she asked him a question and he looked back at her. "of course. i was exhausted, you were drunk, and it was a long day. you? me? we're like oil and water,"
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Post by Magdelena "Maggie" Corinthos on Jun 21, 2010 9:09:23 GMT -6
MAGDELENA "MAGGIE" CORINTHOSVALKYRIE, CALIFORNIA, LUCA'S LOFT, DECEMBER 2007 [/font][/center] -----it was amazing how luca and maggie could showboat so well that it looked real. that picture was scary it looked real. almost in the same way that it would look if they'd been standing next to people they loved in different photographs that had been shopped together. it's like the emotions were real. the way her eyes managed to look over at him the moment the photo was taken, the almost possessive loving look on luca's face. it was all too real for maggie and she had to look away. it was strange too because she couldn't remember looking up at him specifically for the picture. that part hadn't been planned. meaning...christ what did that mean? that she actually looked up at him like that? luca probably meant to look the way he had, but had she? well if luca was to ask her she'd say it was completely planned, that her longing gaze was completely staged and furthermore that he was an idiot for thinking it could be otherwise. but it was otherwise. maggie was slowly but surely getting those kinds of hints...hints she didn't want. hints that were telling her that this fake engagement was starting to harbor actual feelings. this thing had to be abolished, and soon. she could feel the sense of urgency now. if they didn't kill this whole engagement plot, then very soon maggie might not be complaining so much, hell she might not even have to be dragged down the aisle. crap! that was bad! that was very, very, hugely, tremendously, grossly bad! still she couldn't help but feeling that she was beginning to trust luca more and more. last night had broken down a wall or two, or three, and they were starting to get a little more real with one another. she had to admit that it was better than blind hate for the man, but did it have to transition past, oh i don't know, being friends so damn fast? it was like they skipped a part. raging hate, momentary friendship, to want to rip your clothes off.
-----woah did she? maggie was coming more and more to the conclusion that she did. damn it this was the last thing she needed. he was her weakness. he was screwing with her head, hopefully it wasn't intentional, and she was off her game because of it. maggie usually kept a cool head, she could usually take on anything and be stoic up until she needed to play the role of killer, so why in the hell was she afraid that the more time she spent around him, the less likely that was to happen. she needed to find a way to clear her head. so what was going to do that. it was obvious that there was a particular brand of tension between them. what was she supposed to do? give in? would she be a lot less distracted if she just...slept with him? it sounded completely out there, or did it?, but maybe that was the key to getting her sanity back. after all they had pushed and pulled against one another until they'd driven each other mad. who's to say that just jumping into bed wouldn't solve all of that. she wasn't going to tell that to luca. she was going to let him come to that decision on his own because..well because she didn't want to bring it up. she was being stubborn because it was the only thing she had control of right now. so be it. "i did do pretty well. and hey, when i looked at you, i didn't turn to stone," there he went poking fun again. this time she tried a little harder to not let it get to her, and she managed to blow it off pretty well. "yes well i'm surprised you pulled yourself away from a mirror long enough to look at the camera, narcissus." she smirked, countering with a greek god. it was a weird little back and forth, but at least rocco wouldn't understand it. maggie looked over at the kid to see a completely confused face. not understanding either reference. it made her smile. so they would have to talk in code? maybe so, but maggie wasn't going to.
-----she was happy to get a little break as she took her plate over to the sink and began to rinse it off. still she didn't like that luca had scared her just by being in close proximity to her. it was like since that kiss they were both trying to put distance between them, and both failing miserably. she could see the way he kind of leaned into her, his eyes falling to her lips however unintentional that may be. she could read him like a book. he wanted to kiss her again. and she kicked herself for the way her stomach got that fluttering feeling at the thought. because she wanted to kiss him again too. luca's words provided a little break from her inner turmoil long enough for her to laugh. "i hardly ever get drunk until it's a dire emergency and i've never drunk dialed before so it's safe to say that was a one time thing. it's not happening again." though a part of her thought it might be interesting to see what would happen if last night was to repeat itself without rocco present. god what would have happened?! would she have woken up next to him without her clothes, her body tucked in close to his? she shivered, but mostly because she enjoyed the mental picture. oh god what was wrong with her!? she had been hoping that his reaction to the whole "you kissed me back" thing would be a little less of a cover up. she had hoped that maybe he would be decent about it and would just own up to it instead of making all these damn excuses. but no. he wanted to fight it. well let him. his words did nothing to sway her. they were transparent excuses that only made her mad because she could see right through them. she ground her teeth slightly, it being the only thing to give away that she was mad. her fists gripped the shirt once he mentioned it, tempted to take it off and throw it back in his face.
-----she felt a tug on her shirt and looked down to see rocco. "hey baby." she said as she took the container of crayons from him, "good job buddy. now why don't you go brush your teeth okay? we can't have you going back to your mom with egg in your teeth. you know what's best? a minute on the top and the bottom, to make sure you get it all." rocco beamed up at her, throwing out his own idea. "you know what's better? a minute for all four sides." maggie smiled and ran her fingers through his hair. "good thinking. you go do that okay?" rocco dashed off to the bathroom, closing the door behind him. maggie reacted immediately, her fingers looping in luca's belt loops the moment the door was closed, turning them both so his back was to the counter and her body was pressed to his. "oil and water huh? why don't you say that in a way that makes me actually believe it?" she cocked her head to the side, her anger making her want to challenge him more. "why don't you try telling me that last night you didn't mean it because right now, i don't believe you." she stared him down, a smirk on her lips. "you've got approximately four minutes. man up and do what you actually want to do." oh yeah. that was a challenge if she'd ever said one before. she'd never been in a situation when she meant a challenge as much as in this moment.
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Post by Luca Giovanni on Jun 25, 2010 1:18:32 GMT -6
----WHAT WAS IT GOING TO BE LIKE WHEN THEY WERE MARRIED? if it was anything like it was now, they were going to drive each other crazy. would it feel different? that some little sheet of paper bound them together by law? it was suppose to be for the rest of their lives, but there was always divorce. however, they were bound by fausto and juan sr. for the 'forever and ever' part, which made luca sick. he think a marriage could ruin what they might have, or might be able to have. was luca going there? yup, he was. so, what if she annoyed him more than anyone has ever annoyed him? he would deny, but one thing he wasn't was stupid. and he was quite aware of the tension that had been budding ever since they found out about this little arrangement. luca just thought that once they were married, it would be spoiled. they'd grow to hate each other more than they did when they first met and they could no longer be partners or some type of friends.
the only good thing about maggie was that she already knew his whole back story. she knew about the crime he involved himself into. when he dated london, he never told her about the mafia family business. as if commitment wasn't already a big thing, there was the telling of the big, deep dark secret that clouded every giovanni. he was jealous of his cousins, aunts, and uncles who so easily found the people they wanted to share the rest of their lives with. how, they told them about the family and each and everyone on them had stayed with the giovanni. luca didn't get it. there was paolo, three years younger than luca and was pretty much 'happily ever after' with sam. too bad she had to move away, but paolo had told her. of course it wasn't just for shits and giggles, (sam had gotten shot by an enemy) but paolo so openly shared his secret with her. why hadn't luca been able to do the same for london when he had cared so deeply about her? even alberto had been dating a ucla pre-med student, josie, for the past year and a half. she knew. luca gave her kudos though, for sticking with al even when he was in africa for three months on business. did josie even realize that she would be basically be the first lady in mafia terms when al took over? she even want to be involved in something like this? at least with maggie she knew the dangers. luca believed that maggie was more prone to getting in trouble and/or getting hurt due to her involvement.
he wanted her to leave. the more she stayed here, the more dangerous it was becoming to be around each other. even though neither of them were saying it directly, what happened after luca brought her back here was replaying over and over in their minds. also, scenarios of what could have happened if rocco wasn't here or luca didn't stop, ran through his head like a movie. could they have really let it gotten that far to the point where they were undressing each other on the couch? or what if luca hadn't woken up fully clothed like he did? how could they have worked through that? they were preaching one thing, but dancing to an entirely different tune here. so, they were attracted to each other. that would be the textbook ruling right? or, was it just lust? two good-looking people that must have some chemistry going on. but, they didn't like each other. why did luca feel he was saying that only as an excuse? did last night change those feelings? she did still irk him and luca did believe she had no business being in the business, but had his heart of ice been chipping off and warming up to her?
he was confused. he felt bi-polar about this whole situation. he liked her, he didn't like her. he wanted her, but he didn't want her. he wanted her to leave, but in his mind, he didn't want her to leave anymore. he did want her gone before violet came because rocco was the only thing good in the house for luca and maggie at the moment. once rocco would leave, luca didn't trust himself to be alone with her. he didn't trust what she might try and do either. they really were a ticking time bomb and he could just see the countdown slowly ticking backwards.
he was looking down at her. so intensely, he didn't even notice that rocco crept up between them. maggie playfully told him that he'd have to brush his teeth on all four sides for four minutes. luca smiled slightly. she did mention she had a little sister last night, didn't she? that would be hard. assuming that her little sister was back in mexico. luca couldn't even imagine rocco not being around for a long period of time. so, maggie was good with kids, she could cook, if fausto knew this all he was flatly tell maggie that she was basically a perfect wife. the more luca thought about it, the more he found this whole set-up this morning eerily domestic. maggie making breakfast for him and rocco, acting civil, talking in codes so little kids didn't know what the grown-ups were talking about. rocco, though, interrupted a maggie and luca stare down after luca mentioned they were nothing alike and that 'they' would never happen. rocco unintentionally broke the awkwardness. rocco ran off, the door shut behind him and luca felt his torso yanked forward as maggie's fingers secured themselves around his belt loops and corned him against the counter. "oil and water huh? why don't you say that in a way that makes me actually believe it?" she had been able to see right through his bullshit. her body pressed against his, their cotton shirts rubbing together. luca couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like if they weren't separated by two thin pieces of fabric. he shook his head and frowned at her when she said she didn't believe him. he opened his mouth to tell her whatever happened last night was best just forgetting because it didn't mean anything.
she then decided to drop the bomb and challenge him. "you've got approximately four minutes. man up and do what you actually want to do." rocco was as good as gone since he was cut off by a door, not knowing what was going on in the kitchen. he was surprised that maggie basically gave him permission to do with her what he wanted for four minutes. for the first five seconds, all he did was breathe, her own body rising and falling at the same rhythm as his of his. luca didn't back down from challenges and since clearly maggie was trying to see if he would do what they were both thinking. yeah, well, consider luca accepting her challenge. just as quickly as she man-handled him, luca grabbed her waist with one arm and the other ran down her ribcage. he pushed her into the center of the kitchen floor. his waist arm gently wandered up her back and cradled the back of her head so she could lean back, her neck now more exposed. his lips barely brushed hollow part where her neck meets the clavicle and said, "you're right," he told her as he slightly led her against the island counter where they had eaten. "there is," he continued slowly, ever so slow as he crept up her neck. "something i've," he wasn't kissing her neck, but more so either hovering centimeters above it, letting his breath leave the mark, or placing his lips directly on her skin and speaking against the neck. "wanted to," he reached her jaw line and removed his hand from her side and place it behind her on the counter. "to do." he ended the droned out sentence hovering right above her lips. he stared at her, knowing the time was surely almost up. the hand on the counter grabbed what he knew was back there and he backed up, giving himself enough room to bring his camera to his face and snapping a picture of maggie. he looked back at the lcd screen to see what he captured. "i think i'll call this one 'satisfied' because that's what you are, right?" he looked up at smirked at her right as the door opened to the bathroom and rocco emerged himself from it.
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Post by Magdelena "Maggie" Corinthos on Jun 25, 2010 7:19:31 GMT -6
MAGDELENA "MAGGIE" CORINTHOSVALKYRIE, CALIFORNIA, LUCA'S LOFT, DECEMBER 2007 [/font][/center] -----this little partnership was a wash. maggie knew it, luca knew it, the elders who dreamed up this stupid little plan knew it too. nothing good could come out of the two of them being forced into each others company forever. they had to know that, well, luca had been right. they were oil and water. despite the facts that they were a) involved in the business, b) wanted to go further, c) stubborn and pigheaded, d) had a very small, even minute, moral compass, e) loved their family over everything, with a few exceptions, f) wouldn't let it go until they were proved right, g) were absolutely, without a doubt, ignoring what they really felt h) at each others throats despite the above reasons, etc. yeah they were nothing alike. of course not. but maggie didn't want to admit it. two alike people did not a relationship make. there had to be some sense of balance there, some source of a yin to the yang. as it stood now they were both yins and that could never work. then why, for the love of god, could maggie not get him out of her head. this was ridiculous. she didn't even like him. she didn't like the almost boyish way that he looked right now with his bedhead sticking out in sprigs of hair going every which direction. she certainly didn't like the way he kissed her using his whole body in ways no other boy had even remotely known how to do back when she'd attempted relationships. she certainly didn't like the playful banter when it wasn't hurtful but more of a challenging nature. she didn't like how warm to the touch his skin was or how appealing he was to the eye and the hand. no. she didn't like him one bit. not one single bit. not even the tiniest little bi- oh christ. who was she kidding? somehow maggie had gone from rampant rage to making out with him in less than a week. when the fuck did that happen? when she wasn't looking that's when.
-----but she was anything but hopeless. maggie knew this thing with him was useless and would go no where. it had to. that had to be the end of it. though she was relatively sure she'd never felt this way about anyone before, she was thirty-ish percent sure that it was lust and nothing else. why else would she have enjoyed kissing him twice now. why else would it not have gone any further or their moods toward each other change a little. luca certainly didn't feel the same. he certainly didn't want her more than just to get her into his bed, and that was likely to be a last resort. he'd hated her since the beginning, he hadn't wanted even the sight of her, so why was it such a stretch to think that he didn't even want her in his bed? ouch. that stung. but damn it all to hell if he didn't want her she certainly wouldn't want him. it was a simple mind over matter kind of thing. as long as she denied it forever, she would be fine. woah. that thought was staggering. there was no way that she'd have to fight this forever right? there was no way that she could walk away from this when her plan worked, because it was going to work by god, and she still continue to think about him right? she wasn't going to have to keep fighting for the rest of her life the way she was fighting now yeah? he couldn't possibly have that wonderful of an effect on her that she couldn't forget him. lest we forget how wonderful of a charmer he was the first time they'd met. he thought her a hooker, he'd treated her like shit, and eventually she'd been forced to halfway break his nose. that had been utterly satisfying, yes, but was it still safe to say that she couldn't get over this cocky bastard? maggie really couldn't tell you or anyone else at the moment. she...well, she wasn't sure. she wanted to be, she would force out certain answers when the time came, but as for what she was actually thinking? ha! she hadn't the slightest clue.
-----she wasn't sure what to expect the moment that door closed behind rocco. actually she'd surprised the hell out of herself the way she'd reacted the moment they were alone. why in the hell was she grabbing him? challenging him? hoping they'd have a repeat of less than 12 hours ago? maybe she was sick in the head. ooh yeah that had to be it. she'd check into a ward as soon as she was out of here. for sure she knew something was wrong. maggie was famous for having that little mental filter, the one that kept all the crap out and only let the stuff she could use in. from the moment she'd met luca maggie had done nothing but go against who she was, or who she'd known herself to be. but this? now she was acting on her own accord, not simply in reaction to someone else. her little mental filter had gotten lost somewhere and she didn't to find it, and fast. her heart damn near skipped a beat as she challenged him, waiting for him to make a move if he even was. if he wasn't this was going to be the weirdest four minutes of her life. almost immediately luca grabbed her, edging her way away from the counter that he was pressed up against and moving her. she wanted to smirk, but right now found that she couldn't. but she wasn't putty in his hands, and that had surprised her. though luca had his hands on her, tipping her backwards, maggie still had a sense of control in the matter. she would never let go of it fully, though it was hard to say whether or not that would wind up true considering she'd done a lot of things lately she'd said she would never do. she tried to keep her breathing even as he leaned forward, his lips barely reaching her skin, his breath hot against her flesh. by the time her back rested against the counter of the island, maggie knew something was up. the teasing had gone on far too long and was outliving it's enticement.
-----she heard the shudder of the camera and opened her eyes. when had they shut? she leaned forward just as rocco came out, her eyes lit with fiery...what was that? rage? why in the hell was she so pissed off. she reached luca before rocco was in earshot, grabbing a hunk of flesh by at his side and twisting, her lips at his ear the next moment. "if i were you i'd just call it horribly bored and dissatisfied, but hey, maybe that's the reaction you get out of every woman." with that she turned away, bending at the knees and scooping rocco up as he reached them. she tucked him onto her side and walked back to the living room, happily leaving luca behind to deal with his camera and hopefully any pain she'd inflicted, be it as little as it was. she'd gotten a good hunk and a good twist so maybe he felt something. he'd surely be bruised later on if nothing else and that made her smile. she plopped onto the couch with rocco seated in her lap, facing her, and she set about ignoring luca, tickling rocco until he squealed with joy. "so when does your madre show up?" she asked him, a huge smile on her face.
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Post by Luca Giovanni on Jun 26, 2010 21:38:08 GMT -6
----HE COULD ONLY SMIRK WHEN MAGGIE REALIZED he had done it all for show. just a way to tease her. the way the fire lit up in her eyes made luca believe that she wanted more, a lot more out of her proposition to him. but, she had to admit, it made her blood pressure rise and her heart was surely beating faster than it had been when Luca was breathing on her neck. he knew that was some woman's' weakness. he couldn't help but think if that was one of hers. what else made her pulse race? well, if he had to guess, last night sure got them going. so what if she was smashed. there had to be at least a little part of her that wanted his lips on hers all along, right? being drunk did make you do the crazy. it also made you do things you only wish you could do sober. maggie liked luca, didn't she? it made the most sense now through her disappointed expression on her face. he bent over and said, "ow, fuck." his camera went limp by his side as maggie iron-gripped his side. she twisted the sensitive skin and luca winced. she then whispered her snarky remark to his comment to her, only proving that she was disappointed her didn't haul her on the counter and start ripping their clothes off. trust him, it was tempting, but a four year old and a four minute time limit was hanging above his head.
she let go of him and walked away. "oh, i know. it'll be called 'denial and satisfied,"
[/b] he called to the back of her head and rubbed the skin right above his hip. damn, she was sure abusive. he could already feel the sensitive spots on his back from when she was digging her elbows into his back the night before. you know, when he threw her over his shoulder and walked out of the club with the stares from club-goers. oh, and let's not forget she nearly broke his nose their first meeting. oh, good times. the things he had to endure... she was hot and everything, but people didn't even know what he had to put yup with. the girl was a crazy. rocco was back and all over maggie once again. he hesitantly followed her to the couch. he placed his camera on the coffee table and sat down int he chair across from her. it was proven that they could no longer handle sitting next to each other. maggie asked rocco when his mother was coming. rocco whipped his head and looked and luca. luca looked over at the clock hanging above the tv. "any minute. you got all your stuff, bud?"[/b] luca asked him. rocco nodded and pointed to his little back pack at his feet. "but i don't want to go." rocco nestled further into maggie and wrapped his arms around her neck. typical little kid talk. they're just so excited to be somewhere else, but luca knew that immediately when violet showed up, rocco couldn't wait to be with her. like clockwork, the ancient elevator could be heard as it slowly crept up to the second floor. the fact that it was downstairs in an empty art gallery made luca think that he had to get on renovating it and opening it. it was on his really long to-do list. fausto would soon enough be reminding him that they would need to open up the art gallery soon to start the business. he heard the wooden door creak open and the sound of heels on the floor. it reminded him that the last time he was with maggie and there were sounds of heels, it was london. he shuddered but turned his head and got up as violet appeared behind the doors. her eyes fell to luca and maggie almost instantly. she looked slightly embarressed. luca had been reading faces long enough to know that his cousin (that was basically like his sister) felt like she was intrudding in on something. "luca.... didn't know you had someone over,"[/color] she smiled at maggie. "you must be maggie," she continued. luca knew that violet felt a little hurt that luca never told her about his fiancee. it was very uncharacteristic of luca to not inform his closest family member about who he was seeing. he had told her about london immediately upon meeting her. and now suddenly he kept quiet about 'dating' maggie and jumped right on out with announcing an engagement. he knew vi probably felt hurt for being left out. she probably knew that this was strange to begin with. his younger cousin knew that he wasn't exactly loving. to be engaged to someone was a big deal. violet knew that was too fast for luca, but he was guessing she just couldn't put her finger on it. rocco lept out of maggie's lap and tore across the room to his mom. "mommy!" he yelped. violet scooped him up and situated him on her hip. "did you have fun with luca?" rocco nodded. "yeah! and luca's friend maggie." rocco looked over at maggie and smiled. then, he looked back at violet. "she's really cool, mom." violet widen her eyes in typical theatrics with kids. "really?" violet put him down and rocco went to pick his back pack up. violet turned her attention to maggie. "it really is nice to finally meet you, maggie." violet's eyes flicked to luca. "luca kept you secret for so long." luca knew that was mainly a dig to him. he just shrugged. violet looked at her watch. "well, i better go. come on, rocco. we got a big day. bye, maggie, nice to meet you. bye, luc."[/color] luca decided to walk them to the elevator. "you know you can call me if anything happens me. even if you don't feel right, it'd be better if you just called and i can scope it out." luca was only trying to give extra precautions. he didn't want anything happening to violet or rocco because of the irish bastards. "ok, dad. will do," violet said before cocking her head behind her. "she seems nice. i don't know why you didn't tell me about her." oh, there it was. luca knew it was coming. he opened the door for them. "it's a long story. i'll tell you when you can handle it." he heard violet scoff and leaned over to press the down button. "right. see you later." luca didn't want to turn around because it was what he feared. he was alone. with maggie. it was what they didn't but did want if that made sense. maybe, he would just help her gather her stuff and lead her to he elevator tell her he'd call her later. he'd even be a gentleman and call a cab for her. he walked slowly back to the couch she was sitting on. "ok...." he told her. "why were you so pissed? were you mad because of what i did, or mad because i didn't do what you wanted me to?" he asked her about his reaction to her challenge. [/size] _______________________ [/color][/center] STATUS, complete CRED, format and graphics to me LOCATION & TIME, his loft/bare night club, december 2007 LYRICS, "hang you up from the heavens" the dead weather CLOTHES, here TAGGED, maggie! I SAY, first post on the laptop! yay!
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