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| Topic Started: Friday, 2. January 2015, 07:13 (594 Views) | |
| Republicain | Friday, 2. January 2015, 07:13 Post #1 |
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While pleasant enough, Fabio's last foray into anarch territory had been a dud after Sam had to excuse himself for a business call. As well, the miner seemed a busy man, as Fabio's subsequent calls never connected. Either that, or he was just being brushed off. He tried to convince himself the situation was the former, but doubts dragged him towards the latter conclusion. So, once again, he had brought himself back to the Hospitality Club. This time, his tag proudly announced "Hello, My Name Is: Fabio Giovanni" squeezed into the space provided. Gray suit jacket and trousers. A light pink dress shirt and a striped tie (chartreuse and cream). It was an ensemble a bit more fit for spring than winter. He took the seat he'd had before, his back comfortably facing the wall. Granted, anything he ought to have been afraid of could have probably just plowed through the wall, but there was a sense of security in it all the same. This time he had also brought a little place-holder for himself, a long card he set on the table that announced, "Psychotherapist". He had no beer this time, as he felt it might lend an unprofessional air to what was otherwise simply a somewhat odd presence in the rather gaelic establishment. |
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| Leslie | Friday, 2. January 2015, 21:08 Post #2 |
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The young girl walked in on black high heels, woolen black stockings, a black ruffled skirt and a white silk blouse. Her dark hair was loose and hanging over her shoulders. There was a white rose pin in her hair that held a part of her hair back behind her left ear. The Hospitality Club was her second home and so she walked in with much ease. The locals of the place nodded at her with a smile. Her eyes scanned the place like she always did and she didn't expect a new face but yet she saw one. She stopped dead in her tracks standing near the bar. What an odd sight. A name tag and a little sign that said " Psychotherapist". What was she supposed to think of that? Was there a theme night she didn't know of? The Gangrel stretched and poked a local at the bar asking about the man. He had been there once before apparently with a guy that resembled the description of Sam. Leslie bit her lower lip and thanked the man. She straightened her clothes and walked over to the table to sit down. Her right knee leg crossed over her left and she folded her hands over it. "I had no idea there was a speed date event going on tonight!" she immediately said in a chirpy tone. "So we got... what? Three minutes or something?" It was only now her eyes fell upon the last name. Could it really be? She had heard about these elusive Giovanni blood lines. Her stare lingered just a little too long on his name tag before she continued. Intriguing curiosity started to cultivate in her mind. "So Fabio. I'm Leslie. I am a local resident. Love cats but mostly animals in general. I have nothing much to do but wander around and sometimes even help out new people who arrive here. I have been in London for a few years already. Before in Paris but I am originally from Belgium." she smiled the sweetest smile she could muster and batted her eye lashes. "Were that three minutes? Your turn now." |
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| Republicain | Friday, 2. January 2015, 22:12 Post #3 |
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Fabio looked a bit surprised when Leslie approached his table, but there was just a small something missing from the lift in his brows and the way he leaned back upon her arrival. It seemed he couldn't quite hide that he'd watched her a little from his perch in the corner. He offered her a smile, briefly making motions as if to stand up but... ultimately staying where he was seated. "A... speed date?" He echoed the words back to her, his accent and confusion perfectly presenting the image of a foreigner struggling to wrest the meaning locked inside two words he knew perfectly well separate, but which seemed to be an entirely different beast when linked. Where his skills with the vernacular may have failed him, his eyes and training as a therapist did more than enough to make up for it. The lingering look at his tag. To the vast majority in the bar, it was a name just like any other. Well, except that one drunk blonde who kept insisting Giovanni was a given name. Ugh. But putting her aside, Giovanni was a name just like any other to the kine. It was only amongst the denizens of the night that his family's fame was enough to give pause. Yes, like the Julii of the ancient days of the Republic, or the Medici of the Renaissance, it was a name that bespoke power and influence at its very mention. ...he thought he could see the blonde at the bar still giving him that suspicious look she'd had when he made it clear Giovanni was also a surname. It was breaking his internal grandeur narrative. "Cats are... eh... cats are good. Miao." Fabio nodded and chuckled, notably more self-conscious about his horrible wheeze than when he chatted with Sam. He ducked his head between his shoulders as the laugh produced its awful, phlegmy sound, his hunched posture quasimodo-esque for a moment. It at least gave him a chance to process the key words of the introduction. Local. Wander. Help people. Paris. Belgium. Foreign? "Your English is... is very beautiful. I am only here one month. Un immigrato recente. I have more time, I hope I can speak so well. But I don't think I can... eh... so beautiful." He shrugged a bit as he said it, his hands opening out to the sides to further illustrate the haplessness of his quest to be a lovely young maiden. "I am from Florence. I am a psycholo... psycholo..." After a tense moment with the word, he stretched his mouth into a bit of a grimace and simply tapped at the placard he had in front of him. "I... eh... I help people, too. Is... eh... it is mia passioné. I am no good at speaking, but... my work is listen. You... eh... you are looking for a..." Fabio stared at Leslie, a breath slowly escaping him like grave dust from a crypt: dusty, dry and ancient in its passing. His eyes focused on her with intensity, as he dragged the word kicking and screaming from the depths of his mind. Slowly. Intently. His lips pursed and caressed each syllable in near slow-motion, a shuddering, sensuous performance that was accompanied by that sickly wheeze of his lungs. "Psycho..." There was a brief pause, his mouth slightly open, tongue pinched between his teeth before the latter half slithered out. "...therapist?" He turned his head with a hopeful, puppy-like curiosity, mixed in with no small bit of apprehension. That was in his fingers drumming on the table. For some strange reason, people seemed to react poorly to his pronunciation of 'psychotherapist', so he was just doing his best to put more effort into it each time until he got it right. |
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| Leslie | Saturday, 3. January 2015, 18:24 Post #4 |
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From his confusing way of looking at her and his carefully placed words in order to pronounce it all as good as he could Leslie figured out that she was going to have to slow her usual upbeat demeanour down. First she let him talk as interrupting him might make him lose the path of words he was trying to create. She had much sympathy for someone who made such an effort. Miao? Did he try to mewl at her? It was slightly mean but she had to giggle nonetheless. Florence. Italy. His Italian accent was dreamy. They had such a specific way of pronouncing their words in their own language. It had to be Italian of course as he was a Giovanni. She wanted to ask so much perhaps too much. "Thank you. I try to but I make mistakes in my foreign languages which makes funny moments and creates lovely memories so I don't mind if it is less beautiful at times. Don't you worry though the longer you stay the better it will get. I can already hear the basic of the language is really good." she said with her smile still on her face. She loved smiling. The Gangrel focused on her speaking so it was slower and better to understand. It was no big deal to keep in mind he was still learning his English. "I wasn't looking for anything but when someone steps in this establishment with a name tag you get my attention. I practically live here and keep an eye out for things that are not as regular as other nights. Better being safe than sorry." The Flemish girl sat back and crossed her arms in front of her chest. Now what was a Giovanni doing here? Not only what but also why. Jason and Lynx had always been wanting to keep this place neutral even though it was in Anarch land and meant as a place for relaxation and non political events and discussions as such interactions could quickly lead to a negative vibe which usually spread like wildfire. Drumming fingers on table... was he nervous? With those pondering and slightly worrying thoughts she gave him a long look. "Why is someone like you here. Looking for a job? Information? Anything you need or want?" she didn't want to sound impolite but she was like she had mentioned earlier just being careful. Better safe than sorry. OOC
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| Republicain | Friday, 9. January 2015, 14:30 Post #5 |
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It was a small thing, but Fabio appreciated it all the same. The slightly attenuated pacing in her language. Pauses, not overlong, at the end of her sentences. At university, it had been an easy way to differentiate the conscientious from the indifferent. This young lady seemed to be a good one, and his gaze reflected that relief and delight. "In writing, I am... eh... much better. I read many journals psicologico for my work, my research. But, I do not often speak. It is a different skill. To read and to write. I try to get better. Make conversazione. With a beautiful girl, is not hard work." He offered her a timid smile, almost more preoccupied reading her expression for whether his jokes came through the language barrier understood than whether she actually enjoyed them. He brought a small notebook out of his pocket as he spoke, scribbling a few notes in it. His dossiers, brief and written without reference to anything that could threaten la Mascherata, were as yet quite incomplete. Though, it was good to know she was here often, if he needed to find her. He was able to avoid a sense of nervousness involving that long gaze, as his attention was partly taken up by his note-taking. He did, moment by moment, glance up to offer a little smirk or smile, apologetic in its slightly pained quality. "Eh... company. My work, it is very social. My new office, it is not arranged. Our villa here, very large, but few people. I am lonely, in a new city. Notes from mia famiglia said here is a safe place to meet. I try to make some friends." He looked down at the table sheepishly, his hands resting on top of the moleskin notebook. They no longer tapped, having achieved a certain thoughtful rest. "You say... eh... you are here often?" His eyes lifted up from the notebook under his pudgy fingers as he chewed at his lip. "You are looking for something also?" He had heard a great many outside the family were standoffish about their plans. But he knew it was human nature to want to share. He was not frequently a gambler, and he couldn't hide his nervousness in asking. |
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| Leslie | Friday, 23. January 2015, 16:51 Post #6 |
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His joke did come through his language barrier. She gave him a flattered smile and chuckled softly. "And you haven't even seen half of it yet." His notebook brought many curiosity with it. What was he writing down and why? She almost felt like he was evaluating her. Making sure he wasn't forgetting anything as if he was mapping out this place and the people in it. It was odd but she let him do what he wanted so he would remain in his calm posture. "That's weird. I have always been the other way around. I'm good at my languages when I have to speak them but writing is a quite the mess. And reading goes the best." she said with a thoughtful shrug. "Do you always take your work with you wherever you go?" she leaned in closer wrapping her hands together and folding it in front of her on the table. "It is whispered your family has little residents here in London to represent themselves. Pity as your kind has intriguing family traditions." and they had reached the point of no return. Admitting the lack of his family and knowledge about them. With a nod she answered his question. "This is a neutral place in the middle of Anarch land. It is safe here. I like the calmness and the vibe that lives here. It is a wonderful combination of business and pleasure." Had she mentioned she was looking for something? He seemed to be as curious about her like she was about him. Or maybe it was just his profession taking over. Her eyes closed for a few seconds wondering about him. The lack she didn't know enough what he could do was making her careful about hkw to approach him. The rumors about their connection with the dead was a fearful idea. "Aren't we all looking for something? Why else do we keep going? Why else do we have routines? Make plans? Wander around to meet others? Don't ask me what I'm looking for though. I think I'll know when I'll encounter it." The girl tapped her fungers on the table once and folded them together again. |
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