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[IC] Reminiscence

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[IC] Reminiscence

Post by BrookeDi » Sat Mar 24, 2018 5:30 am

Olivia

The Commission was going to be meeting soon. Olivia could feel it in the air, see it in the tension in her father's shoulders and the tightness around her mother's eyes. This year it was going to be in Downtown which meant everyone affiliated was a bit on edge.

There was always a fear that someone wasn't doing enough and after the meeting, they'd go missing. Not to mention that it meant the FBI and the RIS (Reminiscence Investigation Squad) would be crawling around, and it would be near impossible to get anything done with their eyes everywhere and hooking randoms up to Readers trying to catch someone doing something. It was a stressful time all around.

They'd decided on eating at one of the Di Ravello's locations in downtown, Downtown; and Olivia was determined to figure out which one. Nico Lagana was a decent Hitter before he became a boss and she could certainly learn a thing or two from him. How that would happen once she "accidentally" bumped into him, well... that's a bit harder to pick out. Getting in wouldn't be easy, either, as the restaurant would be 'closed for maintenance most likely.

There wasn't time to worry about that now, though. Today Olivia would have to focus on being a perfect hostess.

Every Sunday, they hosted a Family picnic at the Esposito home. It was a chance for the local bosses to get together and a chance for the kids to build ties with one another, to talk local business, and just spend some quality time together. Her mother wanted to keep Olivia in the kitchen, helping prepare the food but she'd much rather be out on the porch reading lips as stories were shared. Her parents didn't like it, but she was determined to keep up with the family business.

Olivia was currently pulling out the lemon bars she'd been baking when she felt a tap on her shoulder. "The doorbell," her mother signed to her. Olivia pulled a face, but she straightened her summer dress and left the kitchen to get the door. Maybe she could use this opportunity to escape the kitchen for the rest of the evening...
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Post by Takeshi Kovacs » Sat Mar 24, 2018 8:37 am

Lorenzo sat at a corner seat of one of his joints. Everything looked so tranquil from out here. The place seemed just like one of those recreational spaces. Hundreds of people came in and out, without even a clue, not twenty feet from them dangerous men took stock of their inventory, hauling millions every week in cyber bonds and ‘black’ credit. Hell, They even claimed it was one of the best food chains in the city, If you were to believe the New Yorker. He took a drag from his smoke and closed his eyes for a moment. Memories, faces, words came rushing but nothing made sense. It felt like yesterday, coming back to their old house in Gravesend, having lunch with his family or was it dinner, either way they seemed so happy. Their faces were blank, their features just absent but their voices so clear. But that was all that was left. The memory was long gone, everything before and after was just a blur. All that was left of his family was just names, with no faces to put them with.


That’s just the way it was if you weren’t important enough. You want someone truly gone, erase them from their loved ones’ memory with a simple cutting, reading and composing job, et voila! It would be as if they never existed. The cops and RIS were none the wiser, not that they could even lift their fingers without a MPC (Missing person complaint) first. And yet everyone wondered, why Organised crime was on the rise. The thought brought a faint smile to Lorenzo’s lips. Running his finger over his implant scar at the base of his skull, he tapped his smoke on the tray. Memories had become a business, a very successful one. Nothing was secret,Privacy, that was just an illusion. Thoughts, experiences, feelings all of these had become addictions. But the worst of all, if you witnessed something you shouldn’t have, that was a forfeit. You could be counted lucky if they left anything remaining in your medial temporal lobe. In that sense, Lorenzo could be counted very lucky, they had only taken memories pertaining to his family. Everything else was pretty much still there. But whoever had worked him mustn't have been very good. If he had done it himself there would be no voices. He was kinda thankful for that. He would have the responsible dude soon enough. But pressing matters first.


Opening his eyes, he saw that the restaurant was getting more crowded. It was approaching peak time. It would be easy to sneak in the crowd and orchestrate a hit. Looking around he nodded to Francesco, the door guy. The guy was basically hired muscle put in place to ensure nobody split before swiping their bitcards and rough up people with ‘insufficient funds’, plus Lorenzo loved that the man minded his own business at all times, an ideal employee. Today’s meet was important. There were rumours that some guy was a security risk who might squeak something to the Feds and the RIS. Russo wanted a hitter before a cutter, so despite his protests, here Lorenzo was meeting with one of the guys. Putting out a hit via text or mail was too risky with all the cyber tracking around them. He preferred to use old tricks like drops and pickups. Very low risk of anything being tracked back to the mob in case things went sideways. It was a Pizza place after all. People dropped and forgot things on a regular basis. He waited some more, when he noticed a hooded man approach the door. Lorenzo motioned to Francesco, and the man was magic wanded. He didn’t like anyone strolling in packing through the front door. Rear exits were made for that kind of business. Lorenzo got up, put out his smoke on the tray and left the envelope on the reserved table. He greeted the hooded man with a smile, a fake one, but a good one. Something similar to what an honest restaurant owner would do for a customer. This business needed to be taken care of swiftly. The commision meeting was just around the corner and he needed to finish all preparations for that, nicely and quietly.
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Post by wadjet » Sat Mar 24, 2018 3:23 pm

Roman Dunne woke with a start, bare chest covered in a thin layer of sweat. Another stress dream; they’d been bothering him a lot lately. He sat up, running a hand through his hair, then glancing towards the window. Judging by the amount of light streaming in, it was already past midday. Not surprising, considering how late he was up the night before. Standard job, and he should probably be worried about how easy these standard jobs were becoming, but that was a problem for the future.

He was practically on autopilot as he got into the shower, still dwelling on the feeling of the dream, as the details had already faded. The whole undercover thing had been getting harder and harder lately, particularly with how close he’d been getting with other members of the mob. And it was getting harder and harder to hide this fact from his handler. If Adeline ever figured it out…

He pulled out of his thoughts as the water grew cold, shutting it off and stepping out of the shower. He took a deep breath, pulling his focus back in as he toweled off. Jeans and a button down shirt, plus his shoulder holster, of course. Add in his gun and his leather jacket and he was ready to head out.

Grabbing his keys by the door, Roman left his small apartment without a backwards glance. He gave a friendly enough nod to the old lady down the hall, returning from getting her mail, and grabbed the elevator before the doors could completely close. Thankfully it was empty, and remained that way until he got down to the lobby.

It was only when he was actually outside that he paused to consider the fact that he had nowhere he needed to be. But no, he couldn’t stay at home, he’d end up pacing around like a caged beast. So he picked a direction and started walking. No telling where his feet would take him, but as long as he was moving, he’d be okay. Just had to keep moving.

Eventually his wandering took him to the Esposito home, in the middle of their weekly get together. Roman didn’t show up too often, partially out of still feeling like an outsider, and partially because of not feeling like an outsider. But today. Well, he was already here. He headed up to the door to ring the doorbell.
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Post by Athena [Georgeanna] » Sun Mar 25, 2018 1:48 pm

“Alright, Amelia. I know you’re new, but you really should be telling me how the patient is doing. The least you can do is what you're being paid for, instead of always slacking off,” the surgeon muttered angrily, not bothering to look up. Miguel had always been like that: confident and a complete jerk. Ever since Amelia had been promoted to RN First Assistant, he’d made sure to make her life a living hell, and that included blaming her for every patient lost and assuming that she didn’t know how or didn't want to do her job. She had just given an update minutes ago, and there was no imminent risk of losing the patient. Additionally, she had taken on the role of the circulating nurse, who had called out sick last minute, and was handing him tool after tool. The criticism was cruel and unappreciated, not to mention the snide remarks and jabs he'd made during their break about her family. It made her skin crawl to be so disrespected, and the thought of smacking Miguel zipped through her mind, but she filtered the thought and held herself in control.

Darting her eyes to the monitors, all the same, it showed that the patient’s vitals were stable, strong even, considering their injuries. “He’s doing fine,” she replied, vowing to talk to him later. The surgery dragged on, day turning into night and back. As Amelia made her way down the hallway, after scrubbing and changing into her street clothes, she cursed herself mentally for yet again bringing high heels to change into. The leg and back pain alone was terrible. That on top of her emotional frustration of constantly being doubted was enough to make her want to crawl into bed and pull the covers over her head. But what was it mother always said? Always act like you are a queen, even if you don’t feel like one. Drawing on that inner strength, she composed her features and pulled her shoulders back.

Rounding the corner, she collided with a very irritated looking Miguel. “Watch it, Marino,” he growled, pushing her aside. Raising both eyebrows, she watched him walk past her. Her brain reminding her of the vow she made hours earlier, she caught his wrist before he slipped away. Her knuckles went white as she tightened her grip.

“You don’t talk to me like that anymore. Do you understand? I have been doing my job perfectly, even more so than what my description entails; no need to criticize me when there is no fault. You won't speak to me as if I'm inferior. I'm not your slave, and I'm not a person to mess with,” she said, her face pleasant and her voice threatening—a beautiful disparity to behold. Miguel narrowed his eyes and opened his mouth to reply, but she pulled him closer, her strength taking him by surprise.

“Understood?” The growl came out far more threatening than she intended, but the smile remained on her lips. Eyes widening, Miguel blinked a few times before replying with a weak voice.

“Understood, Ms. Marino.”

With a satisfied nod, she let go of him and strode down the hallway to her car. It was a long drive to the Espositos. She hadn’t wanted to go, but mother and father insisted that she attend this event every week, and she wasn’t one to disappoint. Looking down at her standard blouse, short pencil skirt, and heels, she shrugged. Good enough.
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Amelia’s car chirped out a little note as she clicked the lock button and began her way to the house. Just another Sunday. Just another 24 hours or so awake. I can do this, she mentally prepped. Fatigue was consuming her, but a promise was a promise. She’d at least make an appearance, for her mother and father’s sake.

Continuing on her way up, she saw Roman Dunne pressing the bell at the front door. Surprising, but not altogether unsettling. Former cops had a way of being adopted into the family. He had been to a few of these shindigs, though not all that often. Stepping up next to him, she looked up at him and offered a charming smile.

“Fine day for a party, isn’t it?”
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Post by Takeshi Kovacs » Sun Mar 25, 2018 8:50 pm

Exiting his establishment via the front door, Lorenzo was feeling quite relaxed. The exchange had went smoothly. If all things went their way, the job would be finished within the next two nights. The crowd was decent today, and the sliding doors kept hissing at regular intervals. He walked past a family of three. The child looked so happy on his dad’s shoulders. The image stuck a chord within him. He greeted them warmly and handed them an e-coupon for the special kids meal plan. Thankfully he still had one of those lying around on his handheld. The mother thanked him cheerfully. He wondered what her reaction would be if she really knew the truth, what she would do if she was aware that they were walking into a place which could be raided any time by law enforcement or be hit by a random Micky driveby. His chain of sombre thought was broken by Francesco, who offered to bring his car around.

That's alright Francesco, I think I’ll take a walk today. Make sure to be extra-attentive tonight and tell the boys to be on their toes and keep the scramblers ready in case of any trouble.

There was no specific need for panic, but with the Committee meeting just around one could never be too careful. The cops were pretty restless around this time, picking up random guys on a whim. Of course the boys didn’t have any damning memories or information that could be extracted. Lorenzo personally made sure that was the case for his own crew. The juicy bits were only privy to some very elusive people. However it was beneficial to keep up the charade that everyone knew something so that the cops would keep chasing their tails, trying to figure out who really knew anything useful. Plus it was fun. Even tonight he could easily spot their hidden watchers. The two police issue undercover sedans were trying very hard to blend in but they stood out enough even from across the expressway. Walking tonight was a good call. Tailing a vehicle was easy, but tailing someone on foot was almost impossible without exposing yourself. And no undercover law enforcement officer in their right mind would let themselves be spotted. All in all he was fairly certain he wasn’t going to picked up and hooked to a reader today. Good times.

It turned out to be a good fifteen minute walk to his condo. New york was fairly pleasant time of the year. The politicians claimed the city was getting hotter, ran entire campaigns on that stuff. Global warming and what have you. Personally he thought that was a load of crap. A way for those legal conmen to con their way into a public office and rule the unwitting people like a monarchy. Those were the real criminals. Pressing the unlock key, the front door lock clicked open. Stepping inside and shrugging off his shoes, he initiated his voice activation,

I’m home Cass.” The lights came to life and his nifty AI unlocked his shoe cabinet. “Welcome Home, Mr. Di Ravello. Hope you had a good day.”The speakers sang in a sassy voice. That was Castiel in a nutshell. Sassy little AI he had gotten installed last summer. “Any attempted data hacks while I was away?” “Negative Sir, Integrity of the data vault is uncompromised.” Well that was good. Nobody had tried to snoop around today. There had been quite a few attempted data thefts for a number of people in the mob in the last week. Thankfully he had not been hit, yet. “Any messages Cass?” “Just one Sir, Mrs. Esposito personally called to remind about the customary gathering in their household.” Sh*t, It had completely slipped his mind. Normally he didn’t do social gatherings, but this was a good chance to suss up which way the wind was going to blow for the upcoming meeting. Plus the lady had personally called to leave a message. It would be disrespectful not to attend. “Turn on the Water heating Cass and reset my messages would you?” “Certainly sir.

A hot shower and a good drying later, Lorenzo regained some semblance to a man who could attend a social event. All he needed now was a matching suit and a timepiece. Picking out a white Valentino two piece and a matching Hublot, He re-checked his Glock and strapped on his holster. Finally he was ready to embark. Grabbing his handheld and picking his spare car keys, he locked the door behind him. Thankfully his Audi still had some juice left, despite sitting in the garage for a week now. The car revved to life and he was on his way. The drive was a short one. Parking his car in a safe spot, he got out of the vehicle and buttoned his suit. The place was pretty homey, most mob family homes were mundane in that sense. Walking towards the door, he could spot a couple of familiar faces. Roman dunne, Ex-cop and current hitter for the family. Disgraced cops often had the tendency to wash up in the mob, after all cops did make the best criminals. Lorenzo didn’t trust the guy, but then again he really trusted only a handful of people. Such was the nature of the business. He had seen him around once or twice, but the guy could very well rival Lorenzo in social invisibility. The other was the Marino family girl, Amelia. She was kinda famous in the circles for being an amouratic. It was pretty rare to spot anyone without reminiscence these days. Well this was it. He gave them both a slight greeting nod,
Signorina Marino, Mr Dunne.” and quietly lighted a smoke as he waited for the door to open.

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Post by Hera [Sammy] » Sun Mar 25, 2018 10:55 pm

The weekly gathering at the Esposito house wasn’t exactly the height of Sofia’s social calendar, in fact she usually made every possible effort to avoid them. It wasn’t any kind of snobbery on her part (though a friend of hers had scored a table at the new, exclusive Japanese place in town that sounded like a much more enjoyable use of her time) but that her ‘spinsterhood’ meant that she was usually treated either like someone deserving of pity (because surely no one in their ‘middling years’ could be unmarried out of choice) or distrust (there must be something wrong with her, surely?). It would be an afternoon of meaningful looks exchanged between the older guests as she entered or exited rooms and, if history was any indication, at least five attempted set-ups from ‘well meaning’ friends of the family. Compared to drinking sake and eating her body weight in sushi, the prospect of several hours of forcing smiles and suppressing snarky remarks wasn’t exactly a pleasant one but her mother and begged her to attend this week and her father, unimpressed as he was by her particular involvement with Mafia business, reminded her that she had to at least maintain the appearance of social connections if she hoped to every be able to justify or explain why so many prominent members of the group often frequented her residence at any and all hours of the day and night. On that point, at least, she’d had no choice but to concede even if she suspected that he and her mother were in cahoots and this was all part of another elaborate scheme to try and get her ‘settled down’. She knew, somewhere deep down, that the pair of them just wanted her to be happy, she just wished that their understanding of what constitutes happiness wasn’t quite so archaic. She had great friends, a job she enjoyed, a very profitable hobby that she was passionate about and men that came and went from her life as it suited her. Why couldn’t that be enough?

As her Uber stopped at traffic lights, she considered asking the driver to turn around. There was still plenty of time for her to get to the restaurant in time and the notification on her phone told her that they hadn’t been able to find anyone to take her spot at such short notice but, whatever the motive behind it, she couldn’t quite shake her father’s advice. With the Commission meeting approaching, everyone was on edge, the authorities most of all so, like it or not, now was a time to be taking adequate precautions even if that meant stomaching a few hours of the usual familial shit. If only she could compose as assortment of perfect memories of her getting married and popping out a handful of brats and inflict it on the whole lot of them just to shut them all up. With a sigh of resignation, she pulled a compact out of her bag, checked her make-up and reapplied the bold lipstick that was her usual trademark and then occupied herself with work related emails until the taxi pulled up outside the Esposito house.

“Smile, love. It can’t be as bad as you think it’s going to be,” the driver remarked with a good natured smirk as she thanked him for the trip and handed him a more than generous tip. She chuckled as she closed the door and gave him a little wave. She’d have to get her facial expressions under a tighter control if she was to get through this without offending anyone.

Allowing herself a final sigh, Sofia forced a smile onto her face and approached the front door where a number of familiar faces appeared to be waiting to be let in. Well, at least her parents would have no reason to complain about her rude tardiness this week. That was something at least.
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The first ring of the doorbell brought Olivia's Uncle Thomas into the house. The man gave her the creeps, but she smiled and led him out to the backyard before hurrying inside. The kitchen was better than being with everyone else when he was one of the few people around.

Almost as soon as she'd made it back into the kitchen, the light went off along the wall that told her the doorbell had been rung again. First, she had to turn down the heat and stir the potatoes on the stove before they boiled over, then she hurried to answer the door.

The young Hitter hopeful was surprised to find three people now standing on her porch, and they were the most unlikely bunch to be waiting there together. Roman hardly ever came to the picnic, which her father said was lousy form since so many people were distrustful of him. Amelia, she knew, had a busy schedule and so she just didn't usually have the time to come around. Olivia liked her, she was no-nonsense, even while unable to recall her memories with perfect clarity like the majority of people. Lorenzo, she was glad to see present, maybe she'd be able to find out from him which of his restaurants The Commission would be meeting at. Finally, there was Sofia, who Olivia admired for always dressing in the latest fashion. She found herself imitating the other woman's style of dress on more than one occasion. Still, the fashionable woman was not one to show up on Sunday either.

Finding the four people least likely to be there on a Sunday all present at once and together made her want to giggle, but she held it in and smiled, politely, to everyone present. "Come in, come in." She stepped aside allowing them all to move through the doorway. "Everyone is starting to gather in the back." She made sure to keep in front of them, in case anyone tried to ask her anything.

Not that they would. Most of the family still saw her as a kid. She started to lead them through the foyer and into the kitchen and out to the backyard.

The Espositos had spent a lot of time, energy, and money on their backyard since it was the gathering place at least once a week. It was a massive backyard to start with, so even when they put in the pool in one corner of the yard, there was still plenty of room. The back door opened onto a large wooden deck, built by Olivia's dad and brother. There was a built-in cooler immediately to the right which was always filled with drinks and an ice machine attached to the bottom of it. The grill, which was off today, was off in the other corner, and there were lounge chairs and lawn chairs strewn all around the yard along with tables which already had appetizers waiting to be consumed.

There were already a handful of people present. There were the Espositos, of course, her Uncle Thomas, Daniel Russo was also present as were a couple of children running around in the grass. Marianne Esposito was standing on the porch talking with Russo. "... and Allegra said she might be stopping by." He was saying.
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Post by Eri » Wed Mar 28, 2018 11:34 am

He was late.

Not that he was one of those guys who was perpetually late – but it had been a rough night. Between unnecessary fisticuffs to prove his loyalty and toeing the line between innocent flirting and forgettable affair, Reed’s eyelids felt far too heavy to hold his eyes in place. He’d spent the night in his car, ragged and husky, and had dragged himself to Olivia’s after jolting upright and hitting his forehead on the steering wheel.

He’d snuck in through the side window, a tired breeze of fading cologne, sweat and alcohol.

Then, the lemon bars.

As soon as Olivia had left and Marianne had taken over, Reed appeared, eyebags and dimples. He grabbed a bar – fuck, hot, and flashed Marianne a smile.

“Reed—”

“Morning, Auntie!” A peck on the forehead, arm in leather jacket slung about her shoulders. “You look divine.”

She cursed him in Italian, but her eyes twinkled – she smiled in return. “You stink, Reed. Wash yourself before you scare everyone away.”

Mid-bite, he bounded towards the stairs after a “Yes, ma’am,” hoping to sneak past any guests in order to clean up quickly. Behind him, Marianne set the dessert down, and headed towards the porch.

Man, the lemon bar was good.
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Post by Moccasin » Thu Mar 29, 2018 11:59 am

The worst part of marrying into the Espositos was all the damn gatherings. Every Sunday, Angela helped Marianne prep for lunch and every Sunday, they had a falling out because her sauce was too watery or she bought mozzarella instead of bocconcini. It was suffocating. God, she could not wait for the day when she could divorce Nicholas, take all his money, and move to Costa Rica.

Her feet were sore as hell from standing in the kitchen, so naturally, she was plopped in a lawn chair when the guests showed up. For an oppressed housewife, she seemed uncharacteristically nonchalant, half-chatting with her husband, and half-absorbed in the latest issue of Downtown Fashion. Eyeing the new guests, however, her demeanor changed from contented to bewildered. "Sofia! What are you doing here?" she said, not without a drop of amusement. "I expected you'd spend your Sunday skipping around with your girlfriends. What a pleasant surprise."

Angela smirked, before looking over at her children, who were throwing rocks at each other. "Hey, Mimi! Charlie! Say hi to your Aunt - hey, stop that! You're going to kill each other! God!" Angela jostled Nick's arm. "Honey, take care of that for me, will you, I'm trying to have a conversation with my sister. Thank you so much, sweetie." She held her smile long enough for Nick to hurry up and get on out, before gesturing towards Sofia to join her.

"One, how much did they pay you to come here and two, where'd you get those shoes. I need to know."

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Roman could feel it. That itch on the back of neck, the eyes on him. Still not trusted. He’d feel hurt, probably, if they weren’t right not to. He forced himself to relax, to pretend it didn’t bother him. That he accepted it as a necessary toll he was still paying. There were other faces around, though, ones he regarded more fondly. Dangerous game, thinking fondly of any of these people… The voice in the back of his mind tugged at him like a child needing attention, grubby fingers clutching at a sleeve or pant leg.

He banished the worries again, offering an only slightly strained smile to another guest as the little entourage passed through the house. Not for the first time was Roman impressed with the decor. Spoke of a lot of money, a monument to a mob family’s power. Impressive, and another troubling reminder of the thin ice Roman walked on.

His gaze flickered over their guide. Olivia Esposito. The young woman had made no secret of her career ambitions. Perhaps he could use that… Offer some tips, maybe use that to get in a little closer, lift some more suspicion from his shoulders. Get him in deeper.

He snagged a drink once outside, taking a swig before looking around some. Made an effort to at least look like he belonged, like he was completely comfortable. Nodding to some folks, offering greetings to others. Biding his time until he could seek out the young Esposito. He didn’t really have to wait long; Roman could see she wasn’t in any big hurry to head back inside.

So, meandering close, making sure she would be able to read his lips, he murmured quietly, “So. I hear you want to be a Hitter.”
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Post by Hera [Sammy] » Tue Apr 03, 2018 11:52 pm

Within approximately thirty-nine seconds of stepping across the threshold, Sofia had already been needlessly reminded of why she hated these things. The forced smiles, the inane small talk, the nudges and glances exchanged between the group she referred to as the ‘junior wife squad’, all younger than her, all married and already half a softball team of brats between them and the other half baking away in the oven. Still, they were far preferable companions to Marianne, her mother and their friends who, no doubt, had some unsuspecting widower, divorcee or weirdo primed for her in the wings somewhere. Wishing she was just about anywhere else, Sofia endured the kid talk, the pregnancy talk and the passive aggressive comments relating to her ‘lifestyle choices for just about as long as she could before she politely excused herself and fled for the relative sanctuary of the garden.
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"Sofia! What are you doing here?" she said, not without a drop of amusement. "I expected you'd spend your Sunday skipping around with your girlfriends. What a pleasant surprise."

Angela smirked, before looking over at her children, who were throwing rocks at each other. "Hey, Mimi! Charlie! Say hi to your Aunt - hey, stop that! You're going to kill each other! God!" Angela jostled Nick's arm. "Honey, take care of that for me, will you, I'm trying to have a conversation with my sister. Thank you so much, sweetie." She held her smile long enough for Nick to hurry up and get on out, before gesturing towards Sofia to join her.

"One, how much did they pay you to come here and two, where'd you get those shoes. I need to know."
The fact that Angela currently looked like a life raft in a sea of sharks really spoke volumes about just how much Sofia hated these events and, smiling with relief and a hint of genuine warmth, she kissed her sister on both cheeks before stepping back to wave at her niece and nephew.

“Mother begged, Father made a good case,” Sofia shrugged, turning to greet her brother-in-law with a kiss to each cheek before he hurried off to get in the middle of the rock battle currently threatening his offspring. “They are the new Malone Souliers,” she looked down at her shoes, wincing slightly at the blades of grass already clinging to the heel and then looked back up at her sister with a smile “Thought you might like them. Fortunately, I already had them put a pair aside for you.” Sinking into the lawn chair beside Angela, she reached for her sister’s glass of wine and helped herself to a sip before leaning back with a sigh. “You can guarantee that mother, Marienne or one of their cronies has the bar staked out ready to pounce on me with whatever man they’ve roped in for the day. Do you know who it is? God, it’s not that awful lawyer again, is it?”
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In the beginning, Angela was everything to him. Then they got married, and somehow he became a doormat she pushed around. She no longer got along with his mother (when had that changed?) and Olivia didn't seem all that fond, either. Once they were married, it was like a switch flipped. "Nick, do this. Honey, can you do that." Constantly boss him around and he just... let it happen. He wasn't even sure why. Giving a tired wave to his sister-in-law, he hopped up from his chair and went to separate the squabbling children.

Olivia leaned against the wall of the house, unwilling to go back inside. She'd yet to see Reed arrive, and the weather was beautiful today. She had zero interest in going back into the kitchen. Watching as her brother separated her niece and nephew, Olivia scoffed as Nicholas sent Mimi inside to see if she couldn't help with the food; of course, Charlie would be allowed to stay outside. The slight noise caught her father's attention, and she could see him about to send her in when the ex-officer approached. She was grateful for Roman's conversation as it gave her a reason to remain outside. She was even more intrigued (and surprised) when he mentioned her future occupation in the Family. Her hands came up to sign while she talked, but she caught herself and slowly lowered them. "I do," she replied in earnest. "I have been trying to start learning, but people are either unwilling to take the time or don't think I can do it." She gestured to her ear, her eyes landing on her mom.
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Post by Athena [Georgeanna] » Thu Apr 05, 2018 9:49 am

Just like it usually was every Sunday, Amelia slunk to the back of the party, throwing hellos at people she recognized, a few hugs to those she liked, and courteous nods to the others who had decided to show up. Being alone was fine by her, slipping past guest after guest.

Memories of earlier that afternoon spun around her mind as she wandered around the Esposito’s home. Was it rude of her to act like she owned the place? Undoubtedly. Did she care? Not at the moment, no. Besides, she wanted to greet everyone she could before she bailed and went home. What better way than to walk through all the easily accessible rooms?

Traipsing through the hallway she found herself in the kitchen, walking towards the scent of lemon—and smacking into Reed as he appeared to be bounding towards the stairs behind her. She fell backward with a thud, skidding a little on the floor.

With a laugh, she scrambled to pull herself up. “God you really knocked me over there,” she chuckled, moving past him for a lemon bar—ever focused, even in the face of physical injury.
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Post by Eri » Sun Apr 08, 2018 10:46 am

Something happened.

There was a small thud against his chest, then a small thud against the floor.

Reed laughed.

“Amelia Marino. Didn’t thi—” His outstretched arm was left cold. She was already moving towards the lemon bars.

The last time they’d spoken at length, it was he who was sprawled out on the floor, having tripped over his IV cord like a goddamn plebian. He’d been trying to get some candy, and failing spectacularly.

So, he kicked the machine.

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With a suppressed laugh, Lia walked up behind Reed, tapping on his shoulder. "Can I help you?"

Reed turned around - a little too quickly - and met face to face with someone who made him regret his hospital garb. But he smiled, and feigned nonchalance. "This machine doesn't like me too much."

"Don't worry, it hates everyone." With a smile, she slid past him and towards the machine, placing a hand on the glass. "What are you trying to get? Please tell me you're not be breaking any dietary restrictions. If I'm going to help you get Oreos or something, I better not get fired for it," Amelia teased.

Reed laughed. "Do I look like an Oreos guy? Skittles is more my tune." Realizing she held the power to deliver him from his now 4-day stretch of hospital delicacies, he tried to sound pitiable enough. "Please help me, Miss..."

Letting out a snort of derision, Amelia replied, "Skittles? Alright, alright. You didn't answer my question, but you look like a good guy. I don't think you would trick me into getting you sweets if you weren't allowed to eat them." Placing her other hand on the glass, she looked at him pointedly, "you have to hit it right..." she paused, moving her hand just to the right of the keypad, "here." Her palm smacked the side of the machine and the bag of candy dropped down easily. Bending down, she retrieved it and handed it to him.

Reed could almost hear angels sing as the bag was offered to him. But he forced himself to stay cool - he hadn't answered her question, but she hadn't answered his suggestion, either. He could look her name up easily enough, but -

"Wish I'd asked for Lifesavers. Then you'd see how punny I was." He grinned unapologetically, fingers deftly opening the bag and tilting it towards her. "Are you allowed to have Skittles with a patient?"

Putting a hand on her hip, she considered the offer. She hated Skittles, but all the same she replied, "I don't see why not." With quick precision, she picked out a Skittle and popped it into her mouth. "So what are you in here for?" she said. "Inquiring minds want to know. I don't get to traverse the in-patient floor very much; I miss all the good gossip."

She either loved or hated Skittles - she didn't even look at the colour.

At her questioning, however, Reed's grin froze.

What could he say? Stick with the story, right? Bar fight, crazy guy pulled out a gun, yadda yadda. Never mind that he initiated the whole event, purposely got himself shot in the lower rib by an ally, all to strengthen his repertoire. All for the job.

"Apparently, I was target practice for some crazy drunk with a bullet. Hopefully my battle scars make me look cool." He paused, considering her words. "Where are you, usually? In the building, I mean."

"Oh my gosh, that was you?" she said, placing a hand on his shoulder before quickly retracting it. Sharing Skittles was one thing, but she couldn't be seen to get too chummy with patients in the hallway. God knows, Miguel would decide to sidle up and chastise her for being unprofessional. "I'm an operating room nurse, and I think I was in there for your surgery. You were pretty lucky, any higher and you could've had a punctured lung."

Amelia wasn't lying, the wound had looked pretty nasty, though she was confident that the surgeon on call had done a good job of handling the wound. "Scars definitely add to the cool factor," she mused, before quickly adding, "Though I wouldn't want you going out and getting any more of them."

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They’d chatted for a little while longer, before she had to leave. Then, the fall. Smooth as ever, Reed.

He’d seen her once after that, very briefly at a small cocktail and quickly realized that the pretty nurse he’d met had ties, however faint, to the mafia.

Wonderful.

But he had a date, so he didn’t want to anger his jealous companion who had already planted her stiletto in his toe after he remarked that Sofia Romano looked great.

And now, the lemon bars.

“Bit of an upgrade from Skittles,” he remarked.
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From what Roman knew of the young woman, she was more than capable. So now it was his turn to scoff. “They clearly underestimate you.” He had turned more fully to face Olivia now, giving her an appraising once over. He felt a small twitch from his conscience, asking if he really wanted to teach her anything about the life of a killer, provide that stepping stone she needed. She would find a way to learn either way, he reasoned. Better he be the one to do the teaching. And as a bonus, it just might help him too.

Really, there should be no problem going forward with this. So why was he dragging his feet?

A stray memory tugged at his attention, and he paused, making sure it was real before paying it any mind. He knew of others, undercover cops that couldn’t deal with the stress of the job, the constant memory manipulation. Some got out before it was too bad, but most. Most ended up retired, stuck in a clinic after they lost the ability to differentiate between the real memories and the ghosts of never happeneds.

This one, however… this one was real. Whitehead telling him to be careful, not to get in too deep. Would this be too deep? Was that why he was so unsure? Or was it something else, something about the innocence of the girl in front of him? But how innocent was she, if this was what she wanted to do with her life. She grew up knowing so much of this underworld, did she have any innocence left? And why would it be his job to protect it anyways?

The tip of his tongue swept over his dry lips as he again considered the woman in front of him. Only a moment more of hesitation and then he pushed off into the deep end. “I can show you some things. Some pointers and the like.”

He could only hope he wouldn’t have cause to regret this.
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Post by Athena [Georgeanna] » Thu May 24, 2018 3:26 am

A scarlet blush lit up Lia’s features as she heard the familiar voice and realized what a fool she had just made of herself. Of course, she remembered Reed, though she hadn’t gotten his name that day in the hallway. He had been recovering nicely, and had gotten discharged from the hospital shortly after their conversation—that’s all she knew really, though she could’ve sworn that she saw him with someone at a cocktail party sometime after. She’d made sure to not engage; his companion looked fierce and she wasn’t in the mood for thinly veiled aggression just to say hello to someone she barely knew. So that was that, or so she thought.

So what did she do after realizing who she had bumped?

“Uhm. Yeah. Definitely moving up in the dessert world,” she sputtered, turned on her heel, and marched outside through the kitchen door. As soon as she exited, she put a hand on her face and laughed silently, still moving forward, until she hit yet another person. Olivia. She hadn’t known her well, but she knew that she wasn’t a threat.

“Jesus, I need to look where I’m going. So sorry,” she said, trying to skirt around Olivia and her conversation partner.
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Her eyes lit up. Finally, someone who didn't still see her as the child she had been and who was willing to help her, despite the circumstances. "Yes, I would like that, very much." She considered their options. If she started learning in secret to be a hitperson, her parents would be furious. However, if she did it with their knowledge, but against their wishes, they'd be displeased but would eventually, grudgingly, accept.

"When can we start?" She was eager to start now, but she knew that wasn't ideal. Olivia opened her mouth to ask something else when a soft figure bumped into her. She turned to find Lia there, missing the words that were coming from her mouth but she didn't look mad, apologetic, even. Surely it had been an accident, and so Olivia smiled and shrugged, unwilling to say something like, 'It's okay' just in case it hadn't been an apology falling from the other woman's lips.

"Are you alright?" She offered, instead.
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Post by Moccasin » Sun Jun 17, 2018 9:24 am

Sammy wrote:Sinking into the lawn chair beside Angela, she reached for her sister’s glass of wine and helped herself to a sip before leaning back with a sigh. “You can guarantee that mother, Marienne or one of their cronies has the bar staked out ready to pounce on me with whatever man they’ve roped in for the day. Do you know who it is? God, it’s not that awful lawyer again, is it?”
Angela glanced back to her husband thoughtfully, who was splitting up the kids. She took a moment to set her magazine aside on the table between then, before grabbing Sofia’s hands gently. “Listen. You’re gonna have to settle down eventually.”

Sensing her sister’s exasperation, Angela rolled her eyes preemptively. “Probably not with whoever Ma cooked up this time. And definitely not with that lawyer sonuva-” A child, probably one of Nick’s crew, ran across the deck, chasing after a rubber ball. Angie pursed her lips, staring him down as he ran into the kitchen. “The point is, Daddy won’t let you off the hook unless you get a couple nips from someone respectable. Not now, not in this climate, not ever.”

“Think of it as a long-term investment. Parents off your case, money to buy all the Jimmy Choos you want and you’ll finally be able to work for the mob without going to confession. Why do you think he turns a blind eye whenever I go down to the lab?"

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