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Topic Started: Dec 30 2013, 04:21 PM (135 Views)
Enzo Giovanni
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He likes it here, he muses as he leans against the car, fists stuffed into the pockets of his trousers, legs crossed. His languid posture might be deceiving, but despite the leather jacket, its collar turned up against the snow, he is evidently someone who does-not- avoid fights; his attire might be the elegant yet casual couture that is fashionable, but he is betrayed by the very body he attempts to cover up- the scars, the somewhat crookedly misaligned nose, the flattened knuckles. He is a thug. An elegant one, that moves with the languid, fluid motion of a giant feline currently simply on the prowl, yet ready to tense and coil his muscles at any time and attack. he fools no one, because he is not supposed to. he looks good while doing it, because he is in the service of a-Giovanni-, and that is how they do things,yo.

The snow falls softly around him, covering everything with an almost plush like coating; everything looks like it is made out of thick, white cotton wool. it sticks to his eyelashes, framing his green eyes, and as he dips his head to light a cigarette, melting slightly, teardrops trickling down his cheekbones, before he wipes them away with his knuckles.

He takes a slow, long drag, lifting his gaze to take in the building where the Don is currently going about the necessary introductions that arise when entering a new city. How long, he wonders before the Family would establish this place as their domain? Would it be worth the Don's time? Was there anything here? There had t obe, 'cause it was a lot like his hometown in many ways; he is glad to be back on American soil; He had never felt at home in London, it was simply too much, too different, with its bizarre smells, and accents, and the bad teeth of the Englishmen as they brayed to jokes no one could understand, punctuated by old boy and old chap and sips of tea. Fuck that shit.

Christmas had been pleasant, with a gigantic tree glittering with the opulent splendor the Giovanni favored; he cannot wait to see Coco in the silvery fur coat he had gotten her; PETA fucks can suck his dick. The Don had again put on a spectacular holiday extravaganza for the Family, with the grand finale being midnight mass, their Italian heads bowed in spiritual contemplation[ with sidelong glances shot at Coco and her swathed in white cashmere bod].

He watches the occasional people hurrying past, complaining about the cold; sometimes they look back at him, maybe surprised by his calm disdain for the freezing wind, or simply because he has the type of face that women find attractive. he smirks.

Yep, he was home.
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Evangelos Giovanni
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He shrugged the overcoat onto his shoulders as he stepped out into the night’s air. His nostrils instinctively flared as he took in the scents of the city that he was slowly beginning to learn as ‘home.’

His gaze snapped to Enzo as he took in a silent appraisal of his Underboss. There was something far more settled in the younger kindred now that they had left London and arrived back in the States and it suited him. He nodded silently as he would slide into the back of the car and wait for Enzo to slide behind the steering wheel.

”Vacation is over, figlio… there is work to be done.” He plucked the leather gloves off of his hands one by one before slapping them down upon the leather seat next to him. ”Someone is trying to resurrect a snake that is far older than we all really wish to know… and on top of that, there is a group of Anarchs in town who have recently arrived from… London, of all places.”

He glanced up to Enzo in the rearview mirror as he placed a cigarette between his lips. His features vibrantly lit as he struck the flint of the zippo and pulled a slow drag into the rolled tobacco. He exhaled slowly through his nostrils as he continued, ”While the presence of the Anarchs is… interesting. What I find more concerning is the potential of a hungry Methuselah… so that must take priority…”
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Enzo Giovanni
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As he watches Evangelos approaching the car, he wonders if the Don ever feels truly at home anywhere but in Italy; after all, he is very old, and has lived in many places; as long as he had Chicago and New Orleans under his belt, he would be fine. Both of those cities were beautiful, with real soul, and yet dangerous and bursting at the seams with criminal activity.Enzo felt like he was back in his boyhood playground, from the bitter wind and snow, to the neon lights illuminating the downtown area, giant Christmas trees and homeless shuffling. The beauty of contrast, or all one symbiotic thing? he digs it all.

He had opened the door for Evangelos, and then navigated the town-car smoothly through the snow that was dusting the windows, as if wanting to hide all its secrets beneath the white ice.

As Bing Crosby croons quietly in the background, promising someones a white Christmas indeed, he listens attentively to his boss. A vein twitches in his jaw when the Don mentions the Anarchs and London.Fuck that city. Fuck that entire fucking cess pit. And now they were being followed here. The very notion makes him wanna reach for his gun, already stark and sharp jaw hardening.

Usually, Evangelos mentions his dealings with the dead, however he doesn't expect an opinion back; after all, Enzo is there to protect his sharply suited person, not rabbit on about wraiths; but when he mentions a -Methuselah-...a fuckin -Methuselah-, as casually as if asking Enzo to pull over so he could grab some cigarettes, it makes Enzo immediately on edge; while Evangelos might have had dealings with one before, he was a mere babe in swaddling cloth, when it came to such things. As was Coco. As were 99 percent of the vampire society.

" hope he brought his thermal underwear"

Bing warbles, the wipers rhythmically tug at the clumps of snow, and he listens to Evangelos go utterly still, as the Don processes this possibly fatal for everyone information.
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Evangelos Giovanni
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He gave Enzo one of -those- looks at the mention of Methuselahs and underwear. ”I’m pretty sure we’re all gonna need more than thermal underwear if he actually does rise.”

Path of Bones was serving him well in this particular case. There was no need to get emotional over anything, after all. There was plenty of logic to this situation and he had every confidence that he would be able to put this whole matter to rest in due time.

”You should make contact with those Anarchs that have come over. I’m curious to see why the sudden exodus.” Maybe it was simply a coincidence but it was still far too much of a coincidence to be ignored. And he did wonder if Nora had come with them. A hint of a smile fell on his lips as he thought of her and pulled a drag from the cigarette.

”And Rachel… She’s gonna need to be enlightened sooner rather than later.” His gaze narrowed slightly as he thought on this. ”We’re not going to have time to play house and other assorted mortal games.” Their agenda was about to be pretty damn full and quick, at that.
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