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Post by Connor Selwyn on Mar 22, 2010 13:10:30 GMT -6
 DEAR AGONY, JUST LET GO OF ME[/color] suffer slowly, is this the way it's gotta be?[/color][/font] ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------[/center] STEPPING OUT OF THE TOWNCAR HIS FATHER HAD CHOSEN TO CARRY HIM AROUND TOWN - MUCH TO HIS DISTASTE - CONNOR WAVED THE DRIVER AWAY AND SQUINTED INTO THE BRIGHT SUNLIGHT OUTSIDE. DESPITE THE WINTRY WEATHER THAT NIPPED AT HIM THROUGH THE AIR, THE SUN WAS SHINING BRIGHTLY AS IT ALWAYS DID IN CALIFORNIA. IT WAS WARM ON HIS BLACK, WOOL CLAD SHOULDERS AS HE STOOD ON THE EDGE OF THE PARK IN HIS DUSTER JACKET AND SMILED OVER HIS SUCCESS AT CONVINCING HIS DRIVER HE WAS HERE ON FAMILY BUSINESS. KYSON SELWYN, CONNOR'S FATHER AND BOSS IN TERMS OF THE IRISH MAFIA, HAD ORDERED HIM TO DO SOME MORE RECONNAISSANCE, BUT CONNOR HAD HAD ENOUGH OF THAT OVER THE PAST WEEK OR TWO SINCE BEING ALLOWED TO RETURN TO THE STATES. OF COURSE, IF HIS FATHER FOUND OUT HIS REAL INTENTIONS TODAY IN THE PARK, THEN HE WOULD PROBABLY THREATEN TO SHIP CONNOR OFF TO IRELAND AGAIN OR AT THE VERY LEAST PUT HIM UNDER SOME INANE SORT OF HOUSE ARREST. BUT CONNOR DIDN'T INTEND ON KYSON FINDING OUT WHAT HE WAS DOING. THAT WAS THE BEAUTY OF BEING THE DECEPTIVE, CUNNING ARSE THAT HE WAS: EVEN HIS FATHER DIDN'T KNOW ALL OF HIS SECRETS.
SPEAKING OF SECRETS... ONE OF THOSE WAS THE REASON FOR HIS ARRIVAL IN THE PARK ON SUCH A MILD AUTUMN DAY. SINCE ARRIVING IN VALKYRIE, CONNOR HAD HEARD NEWS THAT MANY OF THE GIOVANNIS WERE BASED HERE AS WELL, INCLUDING THE ONE GIRL WHO HAD BEEN ON HIS MIND VERY MUCH OVER THE PAST FIVE YEARS OR SO. VIOLETTA GIOVANNI. SHE HAD BEEN THE BANE OF HIS EXISTENCE, AND HE COULDN'T REALLY EXPLAIN - EVEN TO HIMSELF - WHY. SHE WAS BEAUTIFUL, GRANTED, BUT HE HAD SEEN BEAUTIFUL GIRLS BEFORE. HELL, HE HAD BEDDED PRETTIER, BUT SOMETHING ABOUT THE GIOVANNI GIRL FOUR YEARS HIS JUNIOR GOT BENEATH HIS SKIN. HE HATED THINGS THAT LINGERED WITH HIM. IT WAS A WEAKNESS IN HIS EYES. SINCE BIRTH, HIS FATHER HAD TRAINED HIM TO BE A KILLER AND A HUNTER, AND PEOPLE LIKE HIM DIDN'T HOLD EMOTIONS FOR ANYTHING OR ANYONE, EXCLUDING FAMILY, BUT EVER SINCE HE HAD ORCHESTRATED VIOLETTA'S KIDNAPPING FIVE YEARS PREVIOUS, CONNOR HAD BEEN CAUGHT UP ON HER. NO, HE WASN'T IN LOVE WITH HER OR EMBROILED IN SOME USELESS EMOTION DEALING WITH ROMANCE, BUT HE WAS INFATUATED WITH HER. IT WAS PROBABLY BECAUSE SHE HAD TURNED OUT TO BE DIFFERENT THAN HE HAD IMAGINED HER WHILE HE WAS STAKING HER OUT BEFORE THE KIDNAPPING. PERHAPS IT HAD TO DO WITH HER UNOBTAINABILITY, THE SIMPLE FACT THAT SHE WAS A GIOVANNI AND HE WAS A SELWYN. THOSE TWO THINGS JUST DON'T GO WELL IN A RECIPE. CONNOR DIDN'T KNOW, BUT HE INTENDED TO CLEANSE HIS MIND OF HER.
MAYBE HE EVEN HAD A CONSCIENCE SOMEWHERE DOWN DEEP INSIDE THAT WOULDN'T LET GO OF HIS GUILT OVER RAPING HER ALL THOSE YEARS AGO? NAH, THAT WASN'T IT. CONNOR STUFFED HIS HANDS INTO HIS POCKETS AND SLOWLY MEANDERED INTO THE PARK WHICH WAS FAR MORE EXPANSIVE THAN IT APPEARED AT FIRST GLANCE. AS HE WALKED THROUGH THE SUNLIGHT, HE THOUGHT BACK ON THAT TIME WHEN THE GIRL HAD BEEN TIED TO THE POLE IN THE BASEMENT OF ONE OF THE MANY PROPERTIES HIS FATHER HAD ACQUIRED THROUGHOUT LOS ANGELES COUNTY. CONNOR HAD BEEN THE MAIN PLAYER IN GETTING HER IN THE FIRST PLACE, AND HIS FATHER HAD BEEN PROUD. THEY WANTED THE GIRL TO TELL THEM ABOUT SOME OF THE GIOVANNI BUSINESS THAT WAS USELESS HISTORY NOW, AND KYSON HAD ORDERED HIS SON TO FIND HER AND CAPTURE HER. IT HAD BEEN A TEST. HE HAD ONLY PASSED THE FIRST HALF OF IT. AS WITH ALL OF HIS MISSIONS, CONNOR HAD PRECISELY MARKED HER AND LED THE DECOY LIMO OUTSIDE OF HER ART CLASS AT PRECISELY THE RIGHT MOMENT TO CATCH HER. IT HAD ALL GONE SO SMOOTHLY, AND HE HAD BEEN PROMOTED FOR THE EFFORT IN THE LONG RUN. BUT THE NIGHT OF HIS NINETEENTH BIRTHDAY HAD GONE DIFFERENTLY THAN PLANNED.
YOU SEE, IN IRELAND, THE LEGAL DRINKING AGE IS EIGHTEEN, SO CONNOR HAD ALREADY BEEN DRINKING FOR A YEAR AT LEAST BEFORE HE TURNED NINETEEN THAT FATEFUL NIGHT. HOWEVER, THAT DIDN'T STOP HIM FROM GETTING SAUCED OFF HIS ROCKER AND GIVING IN TO HIS LUSTS FOR THE GIOVANNI CAPTIVE. CONNOR HAD ALWAYS BEEN A LUSTY YOUNG MAN, AND THAT HAD NEVER CHANGED. HE STILL REMEMBERED THE NIGHT CLEARLY EVEN THOUGH HE HAD BEEN THOROUGHLY INEBRIATED AT THE TIME. HIS MEMORY HAD A CLEAR VIDEO OF HER TIED TO THE POLE, HELPLESS TO HIM, AS HE TOOK WHAT HE WANTED FROM HER - SOMETHING SHE WOULD NEVER BE ABLE TO GIVE TO ANYONE ELSE. THE THOUGHT HAD PLEASED HIS PERVERSE MIND FOR A FEW MONTHS WHILE HE HAD BEEN SHIPPED AWAY INTO HIS EUROPEAN PRISON TO FINISH UNIVERSITY AFTER HIS FATHER BLEW UP AT HIM FOR ALLOWING SECURITY TO SLIP, GIVING THE GIOVANNIS OPEN ACCESS TO COME IN, GUNS-BLAZING, TO REACQUIRE THEIR MISSING MEMBER. HE STILL HAD THE GUNSHOT SCAR ON HIS SHOULDER TO ALWAYS REMEMBER THE GUN FIGHT THAT HAD GONE ON IN THAT HOUSE, AN EVENT HE HAD LIVED THROUGH WHILE HIS COMRADES HAD PERISHED FOR HIS SAKE.
GLANCING TO HIS RIGHT, HE NOTICED CHILDREN PLAYING ON A JUNGLE GYM NEARBY, AND HE PAUSED IN HIS WALK TO WATCH THEM BRIEFLY. CONNOR HAD NEVER HAD THE DESIRE TO REPRODUCE - HE LIKED THE FUCKING BUT NOT THE CHILDREN. HOWEVER, RUMORS OF SUCH A SITUATION WAS EXACTLY WHAT HAD BROUGHT HIM TO THIS PARK IN THE FIRST PLACE. NORMALLY, THE HEIR APPARENT TO THE IRISH MOB WOULDN'T BE CAUGHT IN A PARK UNLESS SOMEONE HAD LITERALLY SHOT HIM THROUGH THE HEAD AND DRUG HIM THERE, DEAD ON ARRIVAL, BUT HE HAD A GOOD REASON TO MAKE HIS FIRST VISIT TO ONE THIS DAY. RECENTLY AFTER HIS ARRIVAL IN VALKYRIE, CONNOR'S YOUNGER SISTER HAD PICKED UP ON SOME CIRCLING STORIES ABOUT VIOLETTA AND THE POSSIBILITY THAT... WELL, THEY WERE ONLY RUMORS. CONNOR HAD TO SEE FOR HIMSELF. SO HE HAD TRACKED DOWN VIOLETTA'S MAID - A SWEET, ATTRACTIVE-ENOUGH LOWER CLASS ITALIAN YOUNG WOMAN - AND HAD TAILED HER FOR A WEEK. HE HAD ARRANGED THE OCCASIONAL CUTE-MEET AND HAD SUCCESSFULLY WOOED THE YOUNG WOMAN. WOOING AND DOING WERE HIS SPECIALTIES, SOMETHING HE HAD INHERITED FROM HIS UNCLE KIPPER. AFTER ONE OVERPRICED MEAL AT A NICE RESTAURANT, CONNOR HAD MANAGED TO BED THE MAID, AND AFTER A FEW HOURS OF INTENSE FUCKING, HE'D WORKED VIOLETTA'S WHEREABOUTS OUT OF THE GIRL. OF COURSE, HE'D PROMPTLY LEFT HER, NAKED IN THE HOTEL ROOM HE'D RENTED EXACTLY FOR THAT PURPOSE, AND THANKED HER FOR ALL OF HER HARD WORK. WHEN SHE'D ASKED HIM ABOUT A SECOND DATE, HE'D LAUGHED IN HER FACE AND LEFT WITHOUT ANOTHER WORD. CONNOR SMILED AT HER STUPIDITY NOW. HE'D GOTTEN A MEDIOCRE LAY AND ALL THE INFORMATION HE WANTED. WHAT A LOYAL SERVANT THE GIOVANNIS HAD. HE'D LOVE TO NOTIFY THEM THAT THEY SHOULD REALLY HIRE BETTER STAFF.
HIS ONE NIGHT STAND HAD INFORMED HIM THAT VIOLETTA VISITED THIS VERY PARK EVERY WEDNESDAY, BUT THE REASON REMAINED UNKNOWN. DESPERATE TO KNOW MORE ABOUT THE RUMORS HIS SISTER HAD FED HIM, AND TO FIND OUT THE TRUTH IN ORDER TO SETTLE HIS STOMACH, CONNOR WAS HERE, AND HE WAS WAITING FOR HER. MOVING ON FROM THE JUNGLE GYM, HE SLID INTO THE SHADOWS AND SIGHED TO HIMSELF AS HE LEANED BACK AGAINST A TREE. HE WOULD JUST HAVE TO WAIT TO FIND OUT WHAT HE REALLY WANTED TO KNOW. HE WASN'T A CHARACTERISTICALLY PATIENT YOUNG MAN, BUT HE COULD WAIT FOREVER FOR WHAT HE WANTED. THAT WAS PRECISELY WHAT HE INTENDED TO DO.
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WORDS: 1288
WEARING: THIS, MINUS THE BAD HAIR DAY
LYRICS: DEAR AGONY BY BREAKING BENJAMIN
NOTES: HE'S SUCH AN ASSHOLE LOL I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE HIS REACTION AFTER SEEING VIOLET AND ROCCO xD[/color] CREDITS: xxrae22194xx @ Caution![/font][/center] |
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Post by Violetta Giovanni on Mar 22, 2010 20:24:59 GMT -6
VIOLETTA. JULIET. GIOVANNI. ( IT'S PUSHING ME DOWN )( IT'S KEEPING THE GOOD PART OF ME CLOSED ) [/color][/center][/font]
----VIOLET LOOKED AT THE BOTTLE of mace being pushed towards her. were they joking? they were in that infamous study where you knew hits were being ordered and missions were distributed. 'they' were her cousin, luca, and her uncle, fausto. "you want me to carry around mace?" fausto shrugged and pulled out a gun, also placing that onto the desk. "will you carry around a gun?" violet shook her head, sending her brown hair to fall over her shoulders. she reached for the mace and shoved it into her black purse. "mace it is then."
[/b] violet was not a gun person. the majority of her family might be, but she was not. she watched as luca and fausto exchanged an uneasy glance at each other. like, that wasn't what they were expecting. luca sighed and now it was his turn to speak, "look, vy, we're just looking out for you. there's always the option of moving back to los angeles..." he trailed off as violet rolled her eyes. she was acting surprising cool and composed for someone who just found out that her rapist was in town. fausto and luca brought her in here to tell her that. that they had heard a rumor that some of the irish were coming to town and as of yesterday they found out it was true. one of these people being connor selwyn. "you guys, look. i appreciate you trying to protect me, but... this is just going to continue for as long as one of us is alive. i'm not moving back to los angeles. i've already packed up my life and moved here. i'm not doing it again."[/color] she saw something pass over fausto's eyes. something that of a understanding. he felt bad for her, which she also hated getting pity, even if it was from her family. she just didn't like appearing weak. she already presented herself like that almost five years ago. not again. fausto slowly cocked his head to the side, transforming from 'mob fausto' to 'uncle fausto' within seconds. "violetta, don't you understand? having rocco was quite possibly the most dangerous decision you could have made. having the child of one of the selwyns? and one of the sons, no less. if they found out... both you and rocco's life could be in danger." violet took in a deep breath. fausto was right. though rocco had no idea who his father was, (and for that matter, neither did violet really,) he was the product of two families that had been at war for as long as anyone could remember. that wasn't crazy at all. "if you feel uneasy at all, i want you to call me. i'll be there in minutes," luca said, like he was the fire department. violet nodded. what else could she do? nothing. she wasn't going be a prisoner in her own home. "i just want my life," she spoke out loud. was that too hard to ask? she wasn't even part of the actual mob business, but she felt like she was being hunted and wanted dead just as much as fausto probably did. "i'll ask around," luca said. "see if there's a hit out for you or rocco." luca got up and turned towards the door. "it'll be ok violet. he might not even be in town." what luca said was true. it could just be a few young soldiers in the irish army not knowing they were walking into giovanni territory. or... it could be him. luca left, leaving her and fausto by themselves. she looked at the clock hanging on the wall. "i got to go. i have to go pick rocco up from daycare. " fausto gave her a look. as if he was wondering if anything that was just said went through her head. "stay in public places then. and don't go wandering around abandoned alleys." violet nodded, pushing her chair out from beneath her. "i won't. i'll call later. to check in."today was wednesday. which meant every day after violet picked rocco up they would got to the park. he would play with the other kids while violet sit nearby and draw. she took one of the giovanni's suvs and drove across town to pick him up. he gabbered on and on in the car about finger painting and how to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. the two walked hand-in-hand as they walked across part of the park towards some of the childrens' playground sets. rocco swung their arms back and forth as he continued to talk. "momma. is it true if you make this face for too long," he turned his head towards her as she looked down at him. his face scrunched together as much as he could bringing everything to the center. he stayed like this for a few seconds as he regained normality and said, "then it will get stuck and stay like that forever? because uncle luca told me it would." violet smirked. "no, rocco. uncle luca was teasing you." luca wasn't really rocco's uncle. he and violet were cousins. but close to the point they acted like siblings. luca was also rocco's godfather. but rocco just ended up calling him uncle, not really caring if it was correct or not. they didn't care either. and so the uncle stayed. rocco and luca were scary close anyways. violet also believed that luca was the only form or figure of a dad rocco ever had since luca had been in rocco's life since day one. rocco frowned and looked towards the playset ahead of him. violet could see the wheels turning in his small head but then he saw some of his friends. he let go of violet's hand and ran toward the wood-chipped area. violet found her own space to sit down. in the grass. sometimes she talked with the other moms on the playgrounds, but they were generally ten, fifteen years older than her. the first time she came here with rocco they asked her how long she had been nannying the little boy. she knew the kind of looks the women tended to give her. this very young women having a son. but violet would rather have them think she was a teenage slut than what really happened. lately, violet would talk to the nannies because those girls were around her age, some even in her college classes. but today, she sat close enough to watch rocco. she pulled out her sketchpad and opened to a fresh page. she looked up to see rocco talking to some of the little kids by the slides. violet brought her hand down and started sketching the scene out. even if the moment passed and the kids were running around again, she still had the mental picture in her head and referred back to it in her head as she drew. she looked up every few strokes to locate rocco before going back to her drawing. this was a very populated place. the irish wouldn't think about anything here would they? there were kids running around. after about twenty minutes rocco ran up to her, panting. "momma, did you see me on the slide?" violet put down her pencil and grabbed rocco by his sides and shook him slightly, gaining a grin from him. "i did. you went so fast!" rocco nodded agreeing with his mother. "watch me again?" he asked her. violet nodded, "of course." she kissed his forehead and he darted off, running towards the slides, wood chips flying behind him. [/size] ______________ [/color][/center] STATUS, complete
CRED, format and graphics to me
LOCATION & TIME, park, '07
LYRICS, 'when you find me' - joshua radin
CLOTHES, here.
TAGGED, connor
I SAY, oh damn xD
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Post by Connor Selwyn on Mar 23, 2010 13:39:54 GMT -6
DEAR AGONY, JUST LET GO OF ME [/color] suffer slowly, is this the way it's gotta be?[/color][/font] ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------[/center] CONNOR CLOSED HIS EYES AND SIGHED AGAIN, LEANING HIS HEAD BACK AGAINST THE TREE THAT WAS HIS RESTING PLACE. THE SOUNDS OF CHILDREN SCREAMING AND CHASING EACH OTHER ECHOED IN HIS EARS AND HE RESISTED THE URGE TO VISIBLY CRINGE AT THE NOISES. HE DIDN'T LIKE KIDS. HE NEVER HAD. HE HADN'T PARTICULARLY LIKED CHILDREN WHEN HE WAS ONE. THAT HADN'T CHANGED. OPENING HIS EYES, HE LOOKED UP THROUGH THE SCRAGGLY BRANCHES OF THE TREE WHERE HE LEANED AND HE COULD SEE THE BLUE SKY UP ABOVE. HE IMAGINED THAT HE WAS ANYWHERE BUT HERE, PRACTICALLY SURROUNDED BY SNOTTY, STINKY KIDS. LOOKING DOWN, HE GLANCED ACROSS THE PLAYGROUND AND WATCHED THEM CRAWLING AND CLIMBING AND RUNNING AND PLAYING. HE SUPPOSED HE COULD UNDERSTAND WHY SOME PEOPLE LIKED THEM. CHILDREN REPRESENTED VIBRANCE AND LIFE, TWO THINGS THAT CONNOR NEEDED LITTLE OF. HE WAS A SOLDIER; HIS LIFE WAS BASED AROUND DEATH AND DEALING IT. VIBRANCE WOULD ONLY HAVE HIM NOTICED WHEN HE WAS DOING SPY WORK, SO THAT ALSO PROVED USELESS TO HIM.
GLANCING NONCHALANTLY AROUND THE PARK, HE WONDERED IF HE SHOULD VISIT ANOTHER PART OF THE PLACE TO SEE IF HE COULD FIND HER. WHAT GUARANTEE DID HE HAVE THAT VIOLETTA WOULD BE HERE? THERE WAS PLENTY OF ACREAGE TO THE PARK, AND HE HONESTLY DIDN'T WANT TO FIND HER HERE. HIS SISTER'S VOICE KEPT ECHOING AROUND IN HIS HEAD AS HE LISTENED TO THE KIDS PLAYING, AND HE TRIED TO PUSH THEIR CONVERSATION AWAY, BUT HE COULDN'T. HER WORDS STILL HAUNTED HIM CONTINUALLY, AND UNTIL HE COULD SEE VIOLETTA AND FIND OUT THE TRUTH, THEN HE WOULDN'T BE ABLE TO REST. IMPATIENT AND UNABLE TO STAND STILL, CONNOR STOOD FROM HIS LEANING POSITION AGAINST THE TREE AND AMBLED TOWARD THE BACK PARTS OF THE PARK. SINCE PARKS WEREN'T REALLY HIS 'SCENE' HE WASN'T INTO BIRDWATCHING AND GAZING AT THE GRASS, SO HE JUST WALKED TO CLEAR HIS THOUGHTS. OF COURSE, THAT DID LITTLE GOOD SINCE ALL HE COULD THINK ABOUT WAS HOW CLOSE HE WAS TO THE TRUTH AND HIS CONFUSION OVER THE NEWS. WELL, HE UNDERSTOOD THE CONCEPT, BUT HE WAS CONFUSED ABOUT THE VALIDITY OF THE STATEMENTS. SEATING HIMSELF ON A RANDOM BENCH ALONG THE PATHWAY, HE RELAXED HIS ARMS OVER HIS KNEES AND WATCHED PEOPLE MEANDERING BY AS HIS MIND SUDDENLY WENT BACK TO THE CONVERSATION HE'D HAD WITH HIS YOUNGER SISTER ONLY A WEEK BEFORE.
CONNOR... I KNOW YOU DIDN'T WANT TO HEAR IT, BUT IF IT'S TRUE...
IT'S NOT. IT CAN'T BE. HIS SISTER HAD SIGHED AT HIS STUBBORNESS.
WELL, IF IT IS TRUE, THEN YOU HAVE TO FIND OUT. IF THERE'S THE POSSIBILITY THAT THERE'S A SELWYN/GIOVANNI OFFSPRING OUT THERE...
THERE ISN'T! CONNOR SNAPPED, EXASPERATEDLY. PUTTING HIS HEAD IN HIS HANDS, HE SIGHED HEAVILY AND THEN LOOKED BACK UP AT HER. THERE ISN'T, OKAY? IT WAS A LONG TIME AGO...
YEAH, AND CHILDREN DON'T JUST DROP DEAD AT A CERTAIN AGE, YOU KNOW. IF YOU'VE GOT A SON FROM THAT NIGHT...
DO NOT TELL ANYONE ABOUT THAT, HE REPLIED, GIVING HER A STERN LOOK. ESPECIALLY DAD. IF HE FOUND OUT... HE'D SEND ME AWAY AGAIN, OR WORSE, SHOOT ME. I PROMISE YOU, I WILL FIND OUT IF IT'S TRUE OR NOT.
RUBBING HIS FACE WITH HIS HANDS, CONNOR STOOD FROM THE BENCH AND DECIDED TO HEAD BACK TOWARD THE PLAYGROUND. IF VIOLETTA TRULY HAD A CHILD... HIS CHILD... THEN IT MADE SENSE THAT SHE WOULD BE IN THE PARK TO VISIT THE PLAYGROUND WITH IT. THE THOUGHT THAT HE COULD BE A FATHER SENT A SHIVER THROUGH HIM, AND HE GROUND HIS TEETH TOGETHER. HE HAD BEEN SUCH AN IDIOT TO GIVE IN TO HIS LUSTS THAT NIGHT. IF HE HAD BEEN ABLE TO CONTROL HIMSELF AND HADN'T RAPED HER, THERE WOULDN'T BE THE STARTLING FEAR THAT THE RUMORS COULD BE TRUE. HE DIDN'T WANT TO BE A FATHER. THE DESIRE HAD NEVER BEEN IN HIS BONES, AND HE REALLY DIDN'T WANT IT NOW ESPECIALLY CONSIDERING THE DEPTH OF THE SITUATION SINCE THE CHILD WAS WITH A GIOVANNI. OF ALL OF THE MOBS IN ALL OF THE WORLD, WHY DID HE HAVE TO RAPE A GIO GIRL? HE HAD TO ADMIT THAT IT WAS ONE OF THE STUPIDEST DECISIONS HE'D EVER MADE.
THE SOUNDS OF CHILDREN PLAYING REACHED HIS EARS BEFORE HE ROUNDED THE CORNER AND COULD SEE THE JUNGLE GYM AGAIN. AROUND THE OUTSIDE OF THE PLAY AREA, WOMEN STOOD OR SAT, TALKING TO EACH OTHER AND WATCHING THEIR RODENTS OUT OF THE CORNER OF THEIR EYES. THE KIDS CHASED EACH OTHER AND SWUNG AROUND ON THE JUNGLE GYM, IGNORING THEIR MOTHERS AND CARETAKERS AS IF THEY WERE ALONE IN THE WORLD. THE SUDDEN MOVEMENT OF ONE OF THE CHILDREN CAUGHT CONNOR'S ATTENTION AS THE LITTLE BOY CATAPULTED HIMSELF AWAY FROM THE SLIDES AND RAN TOWARD THE RING OF WOMEN. AS THE FEMALE CAME INTO SIGHT, CONNOR WAS SURE HIS HEART HAD STOPPED. EVEN THOUGH FIVE YEARS HAD GONE BY SINCE THE TIME WHEN CONNOR HAD SEEN HER, HE RECOGNIZED VIOLETTA INSTANTLY. HER HAIR CURLED GENTLY AND FRAMED HER FACE WHICH WAS STILL BEAUTIFUL - EVEN MORE SO NOW THAT SHE WAS NO LONGER A TEENAGER - AND SHE SAT ON THE GRASS AROUND THE PLAYGROUND, SKETCHING ON A SKETCHPAD. THE BLACK-HAIRED BOY BOUNDED OVER TO HER AND WAVED HIS ARMS AS HE EXCITEDLY SPOKE TO HER, AND WHEN SHE GRABBED HIM GENTLY AND PLAYFULLY SHOOK HIM, CONNOR'S HEART STOPPED FOR A SECOND TIME. WHEN VIOLETTA KISSED THE BOY'S HEAD, CONNOR WAS SURE THE RUMORS WERE TRUE.
HE HAD A SON.
THE REALIZATION HIT HIM DIFFERENTLY NOW THAT HE KENW IT WAS TRUE THAN IT HAD WHEN HE HAD ONLY BELIEVED IT TO BE A RUMOR. IT WAS AS IF A PART OF HIM NOW LIVED IN SOMEONE ELSE, THE LITTLE EBON-HAIRED BOY THAT WENT RUNNING AWAY FROM HIS MOTHER AND BACK TOWARD THE SLIDES. AS HE WATCHED THE BOY, CONNOR COULD SEE SIMILARITIES TO HIS OWN BABY PICTURES, AND HIS HEART RATE SPED UP. THIS COULDN'T BE HAPPENING. HE COULDN'T HAVE A SON. HE WAS ONLY TWENTY-FOUR YEARS OLD. NOW, HE FELT LIKE AN OLD MAN LIKE HIS FATHER. NO, THAT WOULD NEVER HAPPEN TO HIM. IF THE POINT EVER CAME WHEN HE ACTUALLY WANTED TO REPRODUCE - WHICH HE DOUBTED - THEN HE WOULD NOT BE LIKE HIS FATHER. HE WANTED TO BE MORE LIKE HIS UNCLE KIPPER WHO WAS STILL CAREFREE AND WILD DESPITE HIS AGE. DESPITE HIS RESPECT FOR HIS FATHER, CONNOR DIDN'T WANT TO BE LIKE HIM.
CLEARING HIS MIND, CONNOR COMPOSED HIMSELF AND LOOKED FROM THE BOY OVER TO VIOLETTA WHO HAD ALREADY GONE BACK TO DRAWING. HE SHOULD HAVE EXPECTED THE BEHAVIOR OUT OF HER AFTER LEARNING SO MUCH ABOUT HER BEFORE THE KIDNAPPING. THEY HAD GRABBED HER OUTSIDE OF HER ART CLASS AFTER ALL. STUFFING HIS HANDS INTO THE POCKETS OF HIS BLACK DUSTER JACKET, CONNOR DEBATED APPROACHING HER. HE NEEDED TO HEAR THE TRUTH FROM HER, BUT HE DOUBTED SHE WANTED TO SEE HIM. AFTER THE RAPE, HE HAD BEEN SHIPPED AWAY TO CAMBRIDGE UNIVERSITY AND HADN'T BEEN ALLOWED TO RETURN TO THE STATES UNTIL HE'D FINISHED HIS SCHOOLING. FOLLOWING HIS RETURN, HE'D TRACKED HER TO HER COLLEGE AND HAD ALMOST BEEN ABLE TO TALK TO HER AGAIN, BUT HAD BEEN HELD OFF BY THE GIOVANNI ROTTWEILERS THAT FOLLOWED HER EVERYWHERE. HE STILL HAD A SCAR FROM THAT SCRABBLE AS WELL, BUT WHO COULD TELL ONE SCAR FROM THE NEXT ANYMORE?
NOW THAT HE WAS WITHIN YARDS OF HER ONCE AGAIN, HE GLANCED AROUND TO SEE IF ANY OF THOSE GUARDS WERE FOLLOWING HER NOW. HE DIDN'T SEE ANY, BUT THAT DIDN'T MEAN THEY WEREN'T HIDING IN THE BUSHES OR SOMETHING. LEAVE IT TO THE GIOVANNIS TO SET UP SOME SORT OF STUPID SECURITY YEARS AFTER THE ORIGINAL INCIDENT. GRANTED, IF HIS YOUNGER SISTER HAD BEEN RAPED BY A GIOVANNI, CONNOR WOULD NEVER STOP UNTIL HE'D HUNTED DOWN THE OFFENDER AND SLICED HIM OPEN FROM HIS WAIST TO HIS THROAT. SO HE COULD UNDERSTAND THE SENTIMENT EVEN IF HE HATED AGREEING WITH ANYTHING THE GIOVANNIS DID. DESPITE HIS KNOWLEDGE OF HOW INCREDIBLY THE FAMILY HATED HIM, HE HAD TO TALK TO HER. HE DOUBTED SHE HAD A WEAPON BECAUSE EVEN IN THE BRIEF TIME HE'D BEEN NEAR HER AND HAD LEARNED ABOUT HER, HE HAD LEARNED SHE WAS ONE OF THE MORE PEACEABLE GIOVANNIS. BESIDES, EVEN IF SHE HAD A GUN HIDDEN IN HER BAG, HE DOUBTED SHE WOULD SHOOT HIM IN THE MIDDLE OF A POPULATED PARK. THERE WAS ONE UPSIDE TO BEING IN A PARK, HE SUPPOSED.
STEPPING OFF OF THE PATHWAY, HE CALMLY WALKED AROUND THE JUNGLE GYM AND PLAYGROUND UNTIL HE WAS STANDING SEVERAL FEET FROM WHERE VIOLETTA SAT ON THE GROUND DRAWING. HE COULD TELL THAT SHE WAS DOING SOME SORT OF SKETCH OF THE PLAYGROUND, AND HE BREATHED IN DEEPLY AS HE TRIED TO FIND THE WORDS TO OPEN THE LINES OF COMMUNICATION. THINKING ABOUT HOW INCREDIBLY MUCH SHE MUST ABHOR HIM, HE SMILED WRYLY TO HIMSELF AND DOUBTED THAT SHE WOULD EVEN RESPOND. HELL, SHE'D PROBABLY GRAB HER KID AND RUN AS QUICKLY AWAY FROM HIM AS SHE COULD, AND EVEN THOUGH HE WAS AN ASSHOLE AT HEART, HE COULDN'T BLAME HER.
"IT'S BEEN A WHILE," HE COMMENTED ABSENTLY, HIS IRISH ACCENT STRONG ON TOP OF THE BACKGROUND OF AMERICAN VOICES. PULLING HIS HANDS OUT OF HIS POCKETS TO SHOW HER HE WAS WITHOUT A WEAPON, HE CROSSED HIS ARMS OVER HIS CHEST. "CUTE KID YOU'VE GOT THERE. LOOKS LIKE SOMEONE I KNOW. IS THERE ANYTHING YOU'D LIKE TO TELL ME?" NOW THAT HE WAS TALKING, HE WAS CALMING DOWN. HEARING HIS OWN VOICE SOOTHED HIM. TALKING WAS ONE OF HIS STRONG SUITS, AND HE KNEW HOW TO SPIN A PHRASE.
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WORDS: 1637
WEARING: THIS, MINUS THE BAD HAIR DAY
LYRICS: DEAR AGONY BY BREAKING BENJAMIN
NOTES: THAT NEW PIC OF ROCCO TOTALLY INSPIRED ME <3 PLUS, IT'S NICE TO GET SOME OF MY CONNOR MUSE OUT! LOL[/color] CREDITS: xxrae22194xx @ Caution![/font][/center] |
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Post by Violetta Giovanni on Apr 8, 2010 21:29:48 GMT -6
VIOLETTA. JULIET. GIOVANNI.( IT'S PUSHING ME DOWN )( IT'S KEEPING THE GOOD PART OF ME CLOSED ) [/color][/center][/font]
----WHEN ROCCO LEFT HER and ran towards the slides again. He once again he climbed the stairs and waited his turn. he flung himself down and looked at her, making sure she was watching. violet gave him the thumbs up sign and he smiled excitedly at her before taking off with some other kids across the park. he was so full of energy, she was almost jealous. to be carefree again, that would be nice. he didn't need to worry about people trying to hurt him or that they were probably being watched. that burden was left on violet. if it was just her life she had to be concerned about, but she was also worried about her son, which only heighten her awareness of what was going on around her. she didn't regret having rocco one moment since he was born. it was hard at first, raising a child at sixteen, letting the rumors at school go when people said you were a massive slut. better than 'well, i was kidnapped from my family's worst enemies and was raped.' violet kept all this under the rug. her cousins played along. though at the time, all her cousins were boys going to high school. alberto, luca, and paolo. they wouldn't take to kindly when they heard someone talking behind their pregnant cousin's back. they just bit their tongues about the real reason and sucker punch anyone that talked bad, because you know, that's what teenage boys do.
it was strange. she knew connor for only three days. and yet, the image of him burned in her memory. crystal clear, like it was just yesterday. her parents wanted her to see someone. after the attack, then when she got pregnant, after she gave birth, and even about a year ago when she mentioned she was getting nightmares while at ucla. but she couldn't talk about it. she already did, sort of. luca was no professional psychologist but only he knew what happened in the basement. violet did her peace. she spoke it once and didn't want to mention it again. her family probably thought she was keeping it all in. not wanting to share any details about a traumatizing experience. she knew her mother was thinking that violet was really hurting on the inside. and who knows? maybe she was. maybe somewhere down the line she built up some fake wall that helped her mentally get through this. but hey, she was fine now. she wanted to move out. she'd never had her own space. violet had lived with family since the day she was born. it wasn't because she wasn't ready to leave the nest. vy had always been carefree and independent. those plans were put on hold for rocco, and then put on hold again when she needed protection from her family. but she just felt better about her life now. when you can wake up and smile, that's a pretty good feeling.
violetta was never really good with the whole dating thing though. not that she needed anyone, she was only twenty. she could honestly say she had never actually had a boyfriend. had she seen boys? yeah. but never actually been in a relationship. prior to getting pregnant, she was only fifteen. relationships that early were never considered serious in her eyes. she had crushes and what not, but then probably around the time she should have started getting into relationships, asked to homecoming, and going to prom, she ended up having a child. once considered one of the 'hot' girls at school, she immediately lost her appeal when she gained weight and had a kid. but, that was sort of to be expected. though she is only a junior in college now, violet never really had that 'college experience' you heard about. she was a student, she was a mother, and her freshman year at ucla she was being followed. not exactly keg stands and frat parties, now was it? she would be asked out on dates. though seventy five percent of the time guys would get turned off by a toddler running around when they picked her up. the twenty-five percent that weren't and actually seemed pretty cool about it never got very far with violet in the end. when the time came and they'd get intimate, that black-haired irish rapist came into her mind and freaked her out. she'd leave in a hurry and that was the end of that potential relationship. wouldn't that be a major red flag that maybe she needed to talk to someone about that? if anyone she knew knew about that, they'd probably suggest that. however, violet dealt with issues her own way. maybe it was going to be a little bit longer until she got over the mental harm she endured. she didn't look sad or broken, and she defintiely wasn't suicidal. this was why the guy she had been talking to online for a few weeks now came so easy for her. she couldn't see him, or hear him. there was no expectations. no face that would be replaced by connor's. it was... nice. she liked talking to him online. they got along pretty well, talked all the time. he made violet smile. sometimes, she wondered if he was part of that seventy five percent, or the twenty five.
after watching rocco a few more minutes, she went back to finishing her sketch. see? everything was good. no mace, no guns, no need for protection. "it's been awhile." violet stopped drawing. did she mishear it? a very accented voice speaking to her. without moving her head she lifted her eyes slowly. first seeing shoes, then dark pants, a dark coat, and then his face. after just thinking how great everything had been going, violet's stomach dropped at the realization of who was in front of her. a face she hadn't seen physically in about five years. he pulled his hand out of his pockets, which violet knew he meant he didn't have a gun. like she was to believe that. rule number one in dealing with the irish: don't trust them. violet planted a palm on the ground and pushed herself up into a standing position. she didn't know how long he had been lurking, watching, what he had seen. she wasn't stupid, she knew he probably saw rocco. but did connor connect the dots? she didn't even know him and violet was guessing it already knew. then, he asked her what a cute kid she had and how he looked liked someone connor might know. the way he said it made violet confident that he knew. but what was she going to do? never being in this situation, she didn't know if she should run and risk getting shot in the back. should she stay and answer questions. she should just deny altogether that rocco was her son.
was he here alone? she wasn't like her cousins. violet couldn't do a sweep of the perimeter without looking annoyingly obvious. yeah, connor might not have a gun, but one of his friends might be hiding in the bushes with a gun pointed at her head. "he's not mine," she said, deciding to take the denying route. "i nanny after my afternoon classes." she said as confident as she would if she stated her first and last name. "so, now that i've answered your question, i'm going to go." she bent down quickly and threw her stuff in her purse. placing the purse around her shoulder the idea of mace didn't even cross her mind. what did was that, would he continue to follow her. "just stop following me."
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CRED, format and graphics to me
LOCATION & TIME, park, '07
LYRICS, 'when you find me' - joshua radin
CLOTHES, here.
TAGGED, connor
I SAY, sorry this is late!
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Post by Connor Selwyn on Apr 9, 2010 13:42:11 GMT -6
DEAR AGONY, JUST LET GO OF ME [/color] suffer slowly, is this the way it's gotta be?[/color][/font] ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------[/center] I'M KIND OF EXCITED ABOUT HAVING A NEPHEW, KAHLAN MUSED WITH A SMILE ON HER FACE WHICH CONFUSED HER OLDEST BROTHER. GROWLING IN HIS THROAT, CONNOR GAVE HER A DIRTY LOOK. WELL, YOU DON'T HAVE ONE, SO QUIT THINKING ABOUT IT. MHMM, KAHLAN HUMMED TO HERSELF AS SHE GAZED OUT OF THE WINDOW OF HER DORM ROOM, KNOWING HER SILENCE WOULD DRIVE HER BROTHER CRAZY. OUT OF ALL OF HIS FAMILY, CONNOR TRUSTED KAHLAN THE MOST AND SHE WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO KNEW THE TRUTH OF HIS SECRET CONCERNING THE GIOVANNI GIRL, VIOLETTA. SHE ALSO WOULDN'T REST IN TEASING HIM UNTIL HE FOUND OUT THE TRUTH BEHIND THE RUMORS OF HIS SON. CONNOR WAS TORN BETWEEN HATING VIOLETTA FOR EVER KEEPING A CHILD THEY CREATED BASICALLY BY ACCIDENT AND ACTUALLY FEELING... LIKE A FATHER. HOW COULD HE? HE WASN'T A FATHER, AND EVEN IF HE WAS THEN HE WOULD MAKE A POOR EXCUSE FOR ONE. BASICALLY HE WAS JUST THE SPERM TO MAKE THE CHILD, AND NOTHING MORE. HE WAS LITTLE MORE THAN A SPERMDONOR, AND THAT WAS HIS OWN FAULT. IF HE CARED TO HAVE A FAMILY, THEN HE SURELY WOULD HAVE PLANNED BETTER, BUT INSTEAD HE HAD GONE WITH HIS LUSTS AND PERHAPS CREATED SOMETHING THAT NEVER SHOULD HAVE BEEN CREATED IN THE FIRST PLACE. YES, HE HAD TO ADMIT THAT WAS HIS FAULT.
AS HE STOOD NEAR VIOLET HE WONDERED, BRIEFLY, IF SHE HAD THOUGHT ABOUT HIM OVER THE PAST FIVE YEARS. IT WAS A FOOLISH THOUGHT - IT WASN'T LIKE THEY'D BEEN IN LOVE WHEN THEY HAD BEEN IN ONE ANOTHER'S COMPANY BEFORE - BUT IT WAS SOMETHING HE MUSED ON, NEVERTHELESS. HE LIKED TO FLATTER HIMSELF WITH THOUGHTS THAT WOMEN COULDN'T FORGET HIM, NO MATTER HOW MUCH OF AN ASS HE HAD BEEN TO THEM. HE REFUSED TO FEEL GUILTY ABOUT THE RAPE EVEN THOUGH HIS SISTER HAD TRIED TO MAKE HIM DO SO MORE TIMES THAN HE COULD COUNT. SHE FELT ENOUGH GUILT ABOUT IT THAT HE FIGURED IT WASN'T HIS PROBLEM. VIOLET WAS ONLY ANOTHER GIOVANNI IN HIS EYES. IF SHE HAD HIS PROGENY, THEN HE ONLY NEEDED TO SPEAK WITH HER TO CONFIRM THE TRUTH. THE TRUTH OF A GIOVANNI/SELWYN OFFSPRING WAS FAR MORE IMPORTANT THAN HURT FEELINGS OVER THEIR NIGHT SO LONG AGO. HIS FATHER WOULD WANT THE CHILD AS SOME SORT OF TOOL TO DANGLE OVER THE HEAD OF HIS RIVALS. ALL OF KYSON SELWYN'S THOUGHTS WOUND AROUND BUSINESS AND HOW HE COULD UNDO THE GIOVANNIS. IF THE TRUTH OF CONNOR'S PAST CAME TO HIS FATHER'S EARS, THE OLDER MAN WOULD SURELY TURN IT TO WORK IN HIS FAVOR.
HE WATCHED AS THE BOY FLITTED FROM VIOLETTA'S SIDE AND TO THE SLIDES WHERE HE WATCHED FOR HER APPROVAL AS HE SLID DOWN ITS LENGTH. WHEN HE SPOKE TO HER, SHE VISIBLY STIFFENED BEFORE HER EYES RAN UP HIS FULL HEIGHT FROM HIS BLACK SHOES TO HIS FACE WHERE SHE STARED AT HIM WIDE-EYED, CLEARLY HAUNTED BY HIS REAPPEARANCE. APPARENTLY, SHE HAD THOUGHT ABOUT HIM, BUT THE THOUGHTS HADN'T BEEN PLEASANT ONES. NOT THAT HE CARED. HE WASN'T HERE FOR HER APPROVAL OR AFFECTION; HE MERELY NEEDED TO KNOW THE TRUTH. SHE PUSHED HERSELF TO HER FEET AFTER HE QUESTIONED HER ABOUT THE BOY, AND HE MILDLY NOTICED SHE HAD PLEASANTLY FILLED OUT WITH AGE. SHE HAD TO BE, WHAT?, TWENTY NOW, ABOUT THE SAME AGE AS HIS SISTER. HER EYES FLICKERED BRIEFLY AROUND THE PLAYGROUND, AND HE COULD SEE THE SUSPICION DANCING IN THOSE EYES SIMILARLY TO HOW SHE HAD LOOKED AT HIM THE NIGHT HE HAD TAKEN FROM HER THAT ONE THING THAT HAD EVER TRULY BEEN HERS. IF HE HAD BEEN IN HER SITUATION, HE WOULDN'T TRUST HER EITHER, SO HE DIDN'T BLAME HER REACTION TO HIS APPEARANCE. DECIDING TO GET A GIOVANNI JAB IN WHILE HE HAD THE CHANCE, HE SMILED DARKLY AND SHIFTED HIS WEIGHT AS HE FINALLY LOOKED BACK AT HIM. "UNLIKE THE GIOVANNIS, I DON'T NEED MY FAMILY TO DO MY DIRTY WORK FOR ME. IF I WANTED TO SHOOT YOU, I COULD DO IT ON MY OWN," HE SNAPPED, HIS VOICE LIGHT DESPITE THE CRITICIZING COMMENT ABOUT HER FAMILY. HE LOOKED AROUND NONCHALANTLY AS IF SURVEYING THE AREA AS SHE HAD DONE. "THAT IS, UNLESS YOU'RE GIVING SOME KIND OF SIGNAL TO ONE OF YOUR LITTLE BITCH COUSINS... PERHAPS LUCA? I'D LOVE TO SEE HIM AGAIN. TELL HIM I SAY HELLO, WILL YOU?" CONNOR SMILED MALICIOUSLY AND CROSSED HIS ARMS OVER HIS CHEST. HE DESPISED HER COUSIN LUCA PERHAPS THE MOST OUT OF ALL THE GIOVANNIS BECAUSE OF HIS IRRITATING ABILITY TO SCREW UP CONNOR'S PLANS AT THE LAST MOMENT. LUCA HAD ALSO BEEN ONE OF THE PRIMARY ONES TO GET IN HIS WAY WHEN CONNOR HAD TRIED TO CONTACT VIOLETTA THE FIRST TIME, AND IF CONNOR EVER GOT HIS HANDS ON THE YOUNG MAN, HE'D DO HIS BEST TO TEAR HIM A NEW ONE.
SUDDENLY, VIOLETTA DENIED HIS THOUGHTS THAT THE BOY WAS THEIR SON, AND SHE GRABBED HER THINGS TO LEAVE. HOWEVER, HE WASN'T PLANNING ON LETTING HER GO THAT EASILY. REACHING OUT WITH THE LIGHTNING QUICK SPEED WHICH BELIED HIS TRUE NATURE, HE GRABBED HER ARM FIRMLY, HOPING TO HOLD HER IN PLACE SO SHE COULDN'T ESCAPE SO EASILY FROM THE POINT AT HAND. NOW THAT HE HAD SEEN THE BOY AND WATCHED HOW VIOLETTA WAS WITH HIM, HE DIDN'T BELIEVE FOR A MOMENT THAT SHE WAS TELLING THE TRUTH. EVEN THOUGH HE COULDN'T HONESTLY SAY THAT HE WANTED THE BOY TO BE HIS SON, HE WASN'T GOING TO ALLOW HER TO LIE TO HIM. HIS DARK EYES CUT INTO HER AS HE HELD HER ARM AND LOOKED DEEPLY INTO HER GAZE. "I DON'T SUGGEST YOU LIE TO ME, VIOLETTA," HE THREATENED, HIS IRISH ACCENT THICK AND HIS VOICE LOW AS HE WATCHED HER WITH HIS DANGEROUS GAZE. "I'M PRETTY CERTAIN YOU KNOW I'VE ALREADY FIGURED OUT THE TRUTH, OR I WOULD NEVER HAVE COME HERE. YOU MUST ALSO BE AWARE OF THE... SIGNIFICANCE OF THE BOY'S BLOOD, BEING BOTH SELWYN AND GIOVANNI. YOU CAN'T EXPECT ME TO LET THAT GO UNNOTICED." CONNOR OFFERED HER A DANGEROUS SMILE, ONE THAT MANY OF HIS VICTIMS HAD SEEN IN THE PAST, VIOLETTA BEING ONE OF THEM. NOW THAT HE WAS CERTAIN HE KNEW THE TRUTH, HE WOULD HAVE TO TELL HIS FATHER, AND THAT THOUGHT SCARED HIM AS MUCH AS VIOLETTA WAS SCARED OF HIS PRESENCE. HE WANTED SOMEONE ELSE TO SHARE THAT FEAR AS HE DID. FEAR WAS A WEAK EMOTION THAT HE DESPISED.
RELEASING HER ARM ROUGHLY AND LOOKED AT THE BOY PLAYING ON THE PLAYGROUND, WATCHING HIS BLACK HEAD OF HAIR BOBBING AMONG THE HEADS OF THE OTHER CHILDREN. HIS LACK OF FATHERLY INSTINCTS ALLOWED HIM TO ASSESS THE CHILD WITHOUT EMOTION, SOMETHING HE WAS SURE VIOLETTA WOULD BE RELIEVED TO KNOW IF HE EVER ALLOWED HER TO. LOOKING BACK AT HER, HE CALMLY PUT HIS HANDS IN THE POCKETS OF HIS JACKET AND SMILED AMIABLY, KINDLY TO SOMEONE WATCHING THEM BUT INTIMIDATING TO THE TWO IN THE CONVERSATION. "SO DOES HE JUST THINK HE HAS NO FATHER OR DID YOU TELL THE BOY THE TRUTH?" HE ASKED, RAISING AN EYEBROW AND TURNING HIS DARK GAZE ON HER. "THAT HIS MOTHER WAS BRUTALLY RAPED BY A SON OF THE IRISH MAFIA?" HE HAD TO ADMIT HE ENJOYED THE INTIMIDATION AND THE UNEASINESS IN CONVERSATIONS LIKE THESE. "YOU KNOW, I'M SURE MY FATHER WILL ENJOY FINDING OUT HE HAS A GRANDSON. HE'LL WANT TO MEET HIM." HE SMILED, KNOWING THE THOUGHT OF HER CHILD BEING IN THE HANDS OF THE SELWYN FAMILY HAD TO BE ONE OF THE MOST REPULSIVE THOUGHTS IN VIOLETTA'S MIND.
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WORDS: 1286
WEARING: THIS, MINUS THE BAD HAIR DAY
LYRICS: DEAR AGONY BY BREAKING BENJAMIN
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Post by Violetta Giovanni on Apr 14, 2010 22:29:23 GMT -6
VIOLETTA. JULIET. GIOVANNI.( IT'S PUSHING ME DOWN )( IT'S KEEPING THE GOOD PART OF ME CLOSED ) [/color][/center][/font]
----HE SAID HE WOULDN'T HAVE someone else do his dirty work in killing her. so, did that mean he would kill her? now? later? when she was alone with rocco so he could take him? but that did he was going to kill her though, right? whether that be now or later. however, rule number one, never trust the irish. it was right up there with the golden rule to every giovanni. the way he said her last name in reference to her family as a whole made violet narrow her eyes. it was like a team. the giovannis and selwyns. perfect football team set up. not that she watched sports, but she knew the way sports fanatics worked. if he was talking bad about her side, she was going to get defensive. "thanks," she threw at him, "that makes me feel much better." she tugged her sweater around her chest, feeling uncomfortable at his presence. the way he was looking at her made her advert her eyes elsewhere. guess it was easier to bury the problem instead of just staring at it right in front of you.
he mentioned her cousins. yes, she did have a lot. all of which wanted to protect her. alberto, who helped save her in the basement all those years ago. Luca, who was in los angeles when she was being followed. Lastly, Paolo, who just started working for the family, but she always remembered that little freshman walking her to her classes when she pregnant. even if that meant he was late to his. however, connor found the most interest in luca, who had foiled his plans in los angeles. "i will. shortly before my family runs you out of valkyrie." she was finding her voice that reminded her of the same one she had down in the basement. confidence in her family that they would help her. though she was in public now, she wondered if he would try something. statements were made this way. public park, kids running around.
planning her attack of escape, she was stopped. she had a feeling he wouldn't just let her walk away. she took a sharp intake of breath when he grabbed her arms, locking her in place and probably causing bruising that would show up the next day. violet tried to even her breathing as he looked at her with the dark eyes. why did it feel like she was right back where this had begun? down in the dingy basement where he had first come on to her. she never thought she'd feel him again, and even with a long sleeve button down sweater on, she could feel the cold hands slicing through to her skin. he said rather darkly that she shouldn't lie to him, his heavy accent low. she struggled a little, trying to free herself from his grasp with little success. dare she continue her lie? she looked at him, not saying anything as he continued on saying exactly what fausto told her earlier. rocco was in a dangerous and unique situation. rocco was a product of two families that had been at war before she was born. "he is not a selwyn," she nearly spit out, disgust lacing her voice as she kept it even. rocco may only be five, but she did not raise her son like they raised their kids. as far as she knew, rocco was one hundred italian. she swallowed. "i'm aware of the situation... and i think you can let it go unnoticed. you didn't seem to think of consequences when you..." she stopped and looked away, pushing the memory out of her mind before he replayed it over and over.
he released her arm and she rubbed it with her other hand and moved until there was a safe distance between them. did that mean she could go? violet followed his gaze and caught him looking at rocco playing with the kids. she prayed rocco wouldn't look this way. she looked back at connor and found him staring, as his as blank as a canvas before she started painting it. rocco wasn't connor's at all. well, in the science sense, he was. but for the real-world, connor was nothing more than any other guy walking down the street. violet wanted him to stop looking at her son. she didn't want to know what he was thinking or what unknown plans he had. "so does he think he has no father or did you tell him the truth?" rocco didn't even know what sex was. how would have violet went on to explain what rape was? he turned and looked at her. "that his mother was brutally raped by a son of the irish mafia?" violet flinched when he said that. he was really enjoying this, she could tell. violet didn't know what she hated more. the fact that he was successfully getting inside her head, or that he knew it too. violet looked at rocco who was still have a laughing good time with the other kids. "i've never told him about his father because," violet looked over at connor and shrugged, "there was never anything worth telling." it was a half-true statement. violet did tell rocco that his dad was just not ever going to be around. he knew it was going to be a little harder the more he grew-up, but she never was going to tell rocco the real truth. some things parents just needed to keep from their children and this was one of them.
when connor mentioned that his father would meet rocco, violet felt the icy chill spread down her back. rocco wasn't going anywhere without her, so if that meant violet would cross into enemy territory, so be it. violet squinted her eyes. she might be terrified of connor, but she also hated him with the equal passion. "do you really think he will? because you know what i think? i think he'll be pissed that you couldn't keep your hands to yourself. because technically... this is all your fault." she wasn't calling rocco a fault, but more so that he got himself in this mess of getting a giovanni pregnant. "what is your father really going to say when he finds out you got me, the giovanni girl, pregnant?"
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[/color][/center] STATUS, complete
CRED, format and graphics to me
LOCATION & TIME, park, '07
LYRICS, 'when you find me' - joshua radin
CLOTHES, here.
TAGGED, connor
I SAY, sorry this is late!
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