Dante Lacostos: He nods coldly to
Damien and follows Jez, his steps purposeful.
Damien Thiereaoux: *when jez whispers what
he does and looks like he does and walks out like he does dami does sit
up...then stands up* ....the fuck....?!?!*brows furrowing*
Sabra Kessington (pb 4): "Sure," she smiles, seeming happy
to break her attention to something different. Sabra looks around, finding the
back and carefully lifts it up over the table and hands it to Jocelyn.
Jez: He walks out the door to his fate.
Jez: ~not a word of explanation to Damien~
Wendy Berber: *see what happens when kin
get uppity? she looks suddenly very..very uncomfortable.. more so than before
.if possible*
Jocelyn Pasqual: *She hefts it up,
glancing to the guys again, plopping the bag down beside her and digging around
with her free hand. Pulling out a stick of gum, she hands it to Wendy* Chew
this.
Dante Lacostos: Dante's fingers curl
around the back of Jez's neck and he stears him towards the alley where he most
likely screwed Damien's brains out. The frown grows.
Wendy Berber: oh.. um.. I.. don't really..
ok..*like gum or not.. she puts the stick in her mouth and chews obediantly*
Jez: He walks like a condemned man, not a
word of protest or a single flinch.
Damien Thiereaoux: *lips screwing up as his
jaw tenses, he shakes his head and mutters in something like french under his
breath as he sits back down, half kicking the chair where jez was sitting before
settling his feet back onto the one hed had them resting on before, begrudgingly
chewing on a fry again*
Dante Lacostos: He shifts his grip to
Jez's shoulder and presses him into the wall, moving in front of him. "What is
your name?"
Sabra Kessington (pb 4): Sabra perks a little hearing what
might be some French, but is too far away to really understand it. Gray eyes
flicker toward the door where the other two left.
Jocelyn Pasqual: *Ohgod and he speaks
french. She glances over again, waiting for the gum* Not too much or it won't
work.
Wendy Berber: *she stops chewing. what?
she blinks blidly at Jocelyn.. then it occurs to her and she blushes, spitting
the gum out into her hand and rolling it into a little ball* oh.. um.. sorry.
Jez: He is as white as milk, not
meeting Dante's eyes, though he attempts to draw himself up with whatever shreds
of dignity may remain, tattered as it is. "Jezebel, sir. Johnny Talino."
Dante Lacostos: "Is there a reason,
Johnny, that you were acting like a whore in public?"
Jocelyn Pasqual: No biggie. *Taking the
gum, setting the glasses down carefully, and going about puttying the lens in
place*
Jez: Deep breath. "Because I was thinking
with the wrong head, sir," he answers, blatantly honest.
Wendy Berber: *she fiddles with her
sweater, but seems a liiiittle more relaxed now that she doesn't hear snarling
or tearing..and its just the girls*
Dante Lacostos: "No shit, dilo," he
murmurs, sighing, staring at Jez quietly, almost longingly. "My name's Dante
Wakes-the-Land Lacostos," he murmurs softly.
Sabra Kessington (pb 4): She smiles watching the ingenuity
of Jocelyn, trying to repair Wendy's glasses.
Damien Thiereaoux: *snorting softly,
tossing the fry down and taking a gulp of coffee...he looks to the door, then
looks over to the table of girls.....eyeing all three before he finally settles
on sabra and slowly stands, that swagger to his walk naturally there as he walks
over to the table, lowering himself to crouch near sabra and speak quietly with
that purr of a southern n'orleans accent* ladies...*nodding to each in turn,
then to sabra* kin I ask y'all a question belle dame?
Jocelyn Pasqual: *She cleans the lenses
carefully, then hands them back* Not great, but they'll get you through till you
can get new ones.
Sabra Kessington (pb 4): Sabra looks up at him, sitting up
much straighter when he appears to be addressing her. "Certain," said very
calmly and politely.
Jocelyn Pasqual: *Her heart stops for a
second when Damien saunters over, sinking when he focuses on Sabra. Not that
she's in the least bit suprised. She slinks down again, poking at the remains of
Dante's pie with a fork, stabbing into it*
Sabra Kessington (pb 4): (("Certainly."))
Wendy Berber: . thank you.. ..very much.
*she nods, giving Jocelyn the first smile she's ventured tonight, a small quick
thing before Damein comes over and she hollows her shoulders, trying to become
invisible. she knew he was here to talk to one of the pretty women.. not the
nerd, so she tries to stay out of the way*
Jez: He lifts his eyes, no challenge
whatsoever in them. "It is an honor, Mr. Lacostos. I apologize deeply for my
transgression. I have been far too long without my family's influence and it is
showing." Beseeching him with his eyes to understand, all liquid honey brown and
eager to prove himself worthy in the eyes of the Lords again.
Dante Lacostos: He sighs and scrubs at his
right cheek, his left hand shifting from Jez's shoulder to his throat, grasping
him lightly. "Consider yourself found and claimed."
Damien Thiereaoux: dere a re-son why y'male
friend theyah took off with m'friend I jes ain' catchin? cuz I noticed y'talkin
or somethin with him fore he came ovah an marched 'im off like gestapo or
somethin....*he sounds genuinely curious, maybe even a touch of hurt COULD be
heard if one listens carefully...he speaks to sabra, but looks to the o ther two
as well incase they have anything to add*
Francesco Giardini: He pauses through the
front door, giving a look around as he does so. SO not his style...but he's
hungry. It'll do.
Lean and hungry. Poised and dangerous. That’s the words that come to mind when
looking upon him. He cuts a striking figure, standing just under six feet and
weighing around 160 to 170 pounds. He has a full face, just a hint of tan to
otherwise fair skin, frame by shortly cropped, brown hair, a professional cut.
Brown eyes carry a look of cocky intelligence to them…this isn’t some mook off
the street, this man was born into greatness, and he knows it. He’s dressed in a
Italian wool suit, charcoal grey, with vest and a silk tie. Black cap shoes
complete the ensemble. He’s got an attitude to him…a look that’s not quite
arrogance, not quite simple confidence, but somewhere in between. The world is
his…it just needs to realize it.
Sabra Kessington (pb 4): She shakes her head to him,
catching the tone. "It is a complicated matter. One which I am not even really
certain of what happened," offering some empathy with him.
Jez: His eyes widen, his head tipping back
in respectful submission. "Yes, sir," he breathes, a vibrant and admittedly
fanatic light coming to his eyes. The Lords! Finally! Life just got a
whole lot better and he looks upon Dante as if he were salvation itself.
Jocelyn Pasqual: *Not listening to the
gorgeous man with the amazing accent that makes her insides feel all squishy.
Really she's not.*
Wendy Berber: *Wendy simplsy looks at her
lap. after noticing a smudge on her glasses, she leans to joce and murmers*
Dante Lacostos: "And if I ever catch you
acting like that in public again I will beat the ever loving shit out of you, am
I understood," he asks, leaning very close to Jez's face, lips almost touching.
Francesco Giardini: ((Okay, who all's
where? Dante & Jez in alley...everyone else?))
Jez: He swallows hard. "Your wish is my
command," he whispers, and he's not joking around.
Wendy Berber: (damien standing at the
table.. sabra on one side, joce and wendy on the other. wendy soon to be
scrambling out of boot)
Jocelyn Pasqual: *Better body? More
brains? To not be abandoned for the weekend? Her head shakes a little* Nuh uh.
Thanks.
Dante Lacostos: "Then we should go inside
and you should apologize to your lover about the fact that you won't be seeing
him anymore." He sways slightly, lips touching Jez's briefly before he jerks
back, stumbling.
Sabra Kessington (pb 4): Sabra is on one side of a booth
with Jocelyn and Wendy, a gentlemen kneeled next to her speaking quietly, her
attention is apparently focused on the man with the New Orleans/frenchish
accent.
Francesco Giardini: He glances around the
restaraunt, eyes falling on the group around the table. A raised eyebrow, and he
shifts his shoulders, before moving to the counter. He looks up at the menu as
he addresses the waitress. "Hey, how you doing? Let me get a...Philly
Cheesesteak and a coffee."
Damien Thiereaoux: *sighing as he looks
between the three, listening to sabra, he shakes his head and rises, speaking
quietly* yeah...well....*giving another deep breath and sigh*....merci belle
dame......thank you anyways , mam'selles...*looking to all three again with an
odd for his behaviour earlier bow of his head(rather genteel looking almost), he
turns to head back to his table*
Jez: "Won't..." He blinks, a stricken look
coming to his face. He follows Dante, his heart sinking into his stomach.
Wendy Berber: *wensy.. rather than asking
them to move..deliberates and then slides under the table, slipping and crawling
and stumbling out into the main drag of the cafe, glasses still bend horribly
and stuck togerth with gum and tape.. she almost hits the back of poor
Francesco's legs, luckily she's light*
Dante Lacostos: "You're going to be to
busy," he mutters, marching Jez ahead of him. "Especially if being with someone
like that leads you to behave like a whore." A pause. "Also. Your clothing...Fix
it."
Jez: "What if we're not in public?" he
ventures quietly before they step inside.
Sabra Kessington (pb 4): "Vous êtes bienvenu," she
answers, watching him return back to the table.
Jez: "But Ingvar didn't..." He shuts up,
sighing.
Dante Lacostos: His hand tightens on the
other's shoulder slowly. "We'll discuss that tomorrow."
Francesco Giardini: He blinks, looking
behind him to Wendy as she almost collides with him. He reaches out to steady
her. "Hey, hey...you allright?"
Jocelyn Pasqual: *Great. She even knows
french*
Jez: He nods slowly, still stalling about
going inside. "Maybe I shouldn't go talk to him now."
Dante Lacostos: He gives Jez a little
push. "Get your, dilo gaje ass in there and do what you're told, Johnny."
Jez: Without another word of protest, he
walks into the cafe, walking slowly to Damien's table.
Wendy Berber: *she gets Wide eyed, inda
freezing as he touches her, mouth opening and closing a moment as her face
gradually gets darker and darker red.. she cringses and looks to the ground*..
I'm.. I'm so ..so sorry sir.. I'm sorry..
Dante Lacostos: Dante follows, hands
dropping to adjust the way his diklo lays against his slim waist as he moves
back to Sabra and Jocelyn.
Damien Thiereaoux: *a glance to sabra at
the french, a faint quiet smile and nod given, the same to jocelyn, the shades
slid back over his eyes as he kinda unceremoniously flops into the seat...not as
graceful at the moment*
Sabra Kessington (pb 4): Her eyes move toward the door
where she sees the man who got called about by Dante come back in, and only
slightly turning her head, follows with her eyes back to the -Cajun's- table.
Francesco Giardini: "Hey, you're fine, alright?" Some gruff graciousness from the man. "Don't worry about it...no harm done." He's polite, as he smiles to Wendy.
Jez: Still rather unusally pale, even
for him, he leans down to speak quietly to Damien, a hand over the back of his
chair. "Damien?"
Damien Thiereaoux: *picking up a cheese fry
and poking at the others with it, he doesnt even bother looking up*...mmmm?
Francesco Giardini: He looks up as the
gypsy comes in behind the other man, eyes tracking them for a moment.
Dante Lacostos: "Sorry bout that," he
murmurs, glancing from Sabra to Joce and back.
Wendy Berber: *she nods shyly to the gruff
dangerous man, hands twisting in her sweater*..I'm ok.. um.. thanks sir.
Sabra Kessington (pb 4): Her attention goes back to Dante
as he returns. "I hope you worked out things..." she says very quietly.
Jez: "I have to go for awhile," he says
softly. "It's something to do with work, but it's confidential. I'll call you
when it's over. If you want me to."
Jocelyn Pasqual: *Shrugging, still
watching the table*
Dante Lacostos: "Its sorting itself out as
we speak," he murmurs, touching Sabra's cheek lightly with the backs of his
fingers.
Jocelyn Pasqual: *She grabs her pack
suddenly, slipping out of the booth* Thanks for the cheese fries. I gotta go.
Dante Lacostos: He frowns and reaches out
to catch Jocelyn's arm. "You misread everything, Jocelyn..."
Francesco Giardini: His eyes flick back to
Wendy, and he nods to her. "All right, then. Don't be so scaredy-cat, okay? You
keep that up, you gonna attract people's attention toward ya, and they're gonna
think they can fuck with you."
Jocelyn Pasqual: Didn't misread nothin'.
I get it all just fine.
Sabra Kessington (pb 4): She smiles, looking a bit more
relieved now. "Good."
Melinda Stowe: The door opens, being pushed open by the
womans foot, as she makes her way in, not touching the door at all besides with
her foot. Head bowed slightly looking out through her hair which has spilled
forward to cover past of her face. Eyes going slightly wide, once she is inside.
She makes her way to a booth. the way she walks, reminicant of someone who could
be drunk.
There is something different about the girl. The pale creature would s tand of
average height, if she where to stand upright that is, instead sh e tends to
slouch giving her a bit of a hunched quality to her. She loo ks to be in her mid
to late 20’s, a fairly plain looking girl, on e tha t doesn't stand out, easily
overlooked as just another face in the c rowd. Shoulder length mousy brown hair
that is flat and limp frames her distinctly triangular face, her hair is so
lacking in style it appears sh e m ust take a pair of scissors to trim her own
hair. Her eyes are a pale bro wn that on anyone might be considered quite
beautiful if not for the b lue tinge to the whites of her eyes, giving her a
slight surreal quality. Her b ody just as plan as her face, enough curves to
show she is defi ni tely a girl but not enough to really attract attention
either. Wearing a loo se pale beige overshirt with long sleeves, unbuttoned to
expose the loo s e pale blue Tee-shirt underneath, relaxed fit blue jeans and
black sn e akers finish her ensemble
Dante Lacostos: He rolls his eyes. "Do you
know why I pay Sabra more attention then you? Because she does not beg and
simper for it. Because she is a proper young woman...and because she knows and
believes me when I say I'm gay."
Sabra Kessington (pb 4): She turns her attention back
to Jocelyn now, watcihg things quietly. ((Sorry if I am kinda behind in posting.
Chat is acting up on me badly.))
Damien Thiereaoux: *closing his eyes, his
jaw works slightly and he nods slowly, the fry flicked back onto the plate as
the plate gets moved away from him slowly* yeah...sure....whateveh y'need t'do
Jez.....
Wendy Berber: um.. kay.. ..sorry sir. *she
nods, head ducked low. yeah. the girl that practically radiates "PREY" is
keeping that in mind.. bookish nerd backing away with a bit of a mis-step,
before heading to the bathroom to try and bend her glasses into a shape
recognizable as spectacles*
Francesco Giardini: The word 'gay' catches
his attention, and he frowns back, over the gypsy's way with a look akin to
stepping into a pile of dogshit while wearing $500 shoes.
Jocelyn Pasqual: *That was, without a
doubt, the worst thing he could have said. She pulls her arm away, not saying
anything back in favor of making it to the door before she cries*
Melinda Stowe: She looks on the verge of a panic attack
before she makes her way to a booth and slides into it clutching at her laptop
bag. Eyeing all of the people in the place. She looks to the putside, seeming to
try and make up her mind on something.
Dante Lacostos: "Maybe now she will stop
acting like a child," he mutters, pushing both hands through his hair with a
groan.
Jez: "It *is* what I need to do, Damien,"
he says softly. "It's very important. I wouldn't just walk out of your life for
anything less. I care very much for you, and I'm not going off with anyone else.
It's business. I want to see you again, it just may not be for some time."
Francesco Giardini: Gay, grabbing women's
arms, and making them go near tears. Dante's batting 1.000 to the Italian. He
looks to Jocelyn, frowning in concern after a scowl goes the gypsy's way.
"Hey...you all right?
Sabra Kessington (pb 4): Sabra sighs as Jocelyn gets up
like that. Definitely looking in conflict. "Jocelyn....please..." she tries, but
figures it's useless.
Jocelyn Pasqual: *She gives the new guy a
stiff nod, jaw locked as she walks carefully to the door, chin up*
Dante Lacostos: "Go after her, Sabra,
please," he murmurs, eyes pleading.
Francesco Giardini: "Hold up," he says to
Jocelyn...a request. His eyes turn to Dante, and he calls out. "Hey, you!" No,
that's not happiness to see him.
Jocelyn Pasqual: Please what? *Half
looking over her shoulder* What do you care? You're perfect. You ain't the one
he keeps callin' trash. *She fixes her gaze on Dante again, eyes narrowed* You
were warned once. I know you got warned.
Dante Lacostos: He rolls his shoulders
slowly, jaw tensing as he turns slowly towards Francesco.
Dante Lacostos: He narrows his eyes at
Jocelyn. "I did not call you trash, Jocelyn, those are your own words, rikla."
Francesco Giardini: He looks to Jocelyn, a
silent request for her not to leave yet, and then angry eyes turn to Dante.
"Yeah, I'm talkin' to you. Apologize to the lady here."
Melinda Stowe: The deer caught in the headlights look
soon leaves her face. She watches the goings on, from her spot, of the
resteraunt. A purse of her lips at the fleeing girl. She pulls the laptopcase to
the seat, opening it up with the gentelist of cares. With the water thatr is
placed on the table she uses a napkin and proceeded to clean off the table,
before setting the lap top upon it and opening it up.
Sabra Kessington (pb 4): She just ignores the -suit- for
now. "I think there's a lot more to it than that. Besides, seems that guy over
there," she gestures to the the man who went after Jocelyn "seems to like
playing rescuerer," she speaks in hushed tones.
Jez: He looks over at the ruckus, eyes
glinting as he slowly stands up, gaze riveted on Francesco.
Damien Thiereaoux: yeah well y'know the
number..........*finally looking up towards jez with a blank look from behind
the shades, my my he is behaving himself tonight, holding back and biting his
tongue(spending a will for it)*
Melinda Stowe:
d10: per+alert: 2,6,6,4,6,5,
Sabra Kessington (pb 4): ((Again sorry...dang chat. *tries
cathinc up with convos*))"I have no idea what I ever did to you. I've
been nothng but nice to you," still spoken quite politely and courteously.
Melinda Stowe: She glances up from the laptop, another
purse of her lips. this wouldn't be good at all.
Jocelyn Pasqual: I wasn't ~beggin'~ for nothin'. *Blinking a couple times, eyes dropped again*
Damien Thiereaoux: *and when jez isnt
even looking at him he snorts softly and moves to stand, shaking his head again
and muttering in french as he tosses money down on the table before moving to
leave*
Jez: Deep breath. "I know, Damien." Giving
his shoulder a light squeeze. "Just give me some time. Please."
Dante Lacostos: "Not with words no. But
your manner. You crave attention." He sighs and moves slowly towards Jocelyn,
ignoring the Italian gaje for the moment. His fingers brush her cheek lightly.
Jez: He lets Damien play the role of the
wounded, his gaze moving to the other Italian once again.
Wendy Berber: ((sorry.. was booted.. ((
Sabra Kessington (pb 4): For now, Sabra knows her place
and stays at the table, watching and listening what she can managed to hear.
Jocelyn Pasqual: *She doesn't quite wince,
still looking at the ground* I gotta go.
Francesco Giardini: He steps in the way
between Dante and Jocelyn. "Hey, I'm TALKIN' ta you, shit-for-brains." He glares
at the man. "And when I talk, you damn well better listen. Apologize to here."
Jez: "Mr. Lacostos," he says quietly but urgently to Dante. "Perhaps we should take our business elsewhere, hm?"
Sabra Kessington (pb 4): ((wb))
Wendy Berber: *wendy steps back out of the
bathroom, looking much the same as when she went in. apparently the glasses were
unfixable, she peers at the scene.. ducks her head, and makes for
Jocelyn..stopping a few feet away at the itailains outburst*
Francesco Giardini: ((*Hugs the Wendy*))
Jez: Too late. Long, slow exhale.
Melinda Stowe: She keeps an eye on the goings on, a fight
in her presence, would definatly NOT make her day at all. She starts typing away
on the computer.
Dante Lacostos: "Jocelyn." He sighs and
strokes fingers through her hair. "I didn't mean to hurt you. But you need to
stop being so overly sensitive. Go. Sleep."
Sabra Kessington (pb 4): Sabra's eyes go wide hearing the
way the suit is talking to Dante. At this point she starts to pull out her cell
phone, fingers hovering over 911
Damien Thiereaoux: *heading for the door,
jacket slung over his shoulder, he glances to jocelyn before slipping out,
moving to the black ninja motorcycle parked nearby, eyes to the door as he puts
his gloves back on*
Wendy Berber: um.. *a few tenative steps
towards jocelyn.. she was sad.. she moves to Joce's side*
Jocelyn Pasqual: Yeah. Okay. *Slinking
away, glancing at the unknown guy before slipping out the door*
Dante Lacostos: ((Delete the part about
Dante stroking Joce's hair!))
Wendy Berber: *a quick look to dante
avoiding his eyes before she looks back to Jocelyn.. * um.. I'm going to ..go..
kay? *she asks quietly.. yes. its a request*
Jocelyn Pasqual: *She half waves at Wendy,
though it could have easily been waving her off as waving goodbye. The door bell
jingles merrily as she slips outside*
Sabra Kessington (pb 4): Instead, she pressed 2 on the
phone, letting it ring.
Dante Lacostos: He glances now, finally,
to the angry Italian.
Francesco Giardini: That REALLY didn't
count as an apology to him, and it's obvious. "Jocelyn, hold up. He still ain't
apologized to you. And he owes you one."
Melinda Stowe: Another purse of her lips as she finally
turns her attention back to the laptop. A waitress comes by eyeing the men doing
a standoff in the place, asks her what she would like. She orders coffee black
and hot. The waitress moves off.
Dante Lacostos: "Good night, Wendy." He
smiles.
Dante Lacostos: He pinches the bridge of
his nose, muttering softly under his breath in Romani.
Francesco Giardini: ((DLP)) That REALLY
didn't count as an apology to him, and it's obvious. He glares down at the man,
arms folded over his chest.
Damien Thiereaoux: *he looks to the door
still when jocelyn comes outside, nodding to her, scooting forward on the bike,
holding a helmet in his hands* ey....chere....want t'go for a ride ?
Jocelyn Pasqual: *She lets out the breath
she was holding once outside, shoulders hunching as she slings her bag over her
shoulder*
Sabra Kessington (pb 4): Just about ready to hang up,
she hears the voice on the other end. "You're there..." she breaths heavy into
the phone.
Jocelyn Pasqual: *She looks Damien over,
then nods* Yeah. Sure. *Going over, reaching for the helmet*
Dante Lacostos: He rolls his shoulders and
drops his hand, inhaling slowly. "I'll talk to Jocelyn tomorrow when we've both
had time to cool down."
Jez: "Sir?" he inquires as he steps over
to Francesco. "I know this was an unseemly display, especially in public. We ask
your forgiveness for the lack of decorum, it was a complicated family matter. We
should leave."
Wendy Berber: ok.. um.. goodnight.. *ok
that was a dismissal. she takes out some money from her pocket and leaves it on
the counter with a meek thank you to the surly waitress.. before making for the
door to catch jocelyn. hopefully*
Melinda Stowe: "Hmmm." she says either more to hersel or
the computer as she glares at it. Gaze flicking back to the men, before going
back to her laptop. "Brutes."
Sabra Kessington (pb 4): "I just neede to hear your
voice..." then murmurs even quieter into the phone.
Jez: The barest flicker of a glance to
Dante at the mention of a 'public display'. Seems to Jez like he wasn't the only
one to make a scene.
Damien Thiereaoux: *he hands her the helmet
and turns forward until she slips onto the bike behind him* ...arms round
belle...don' want t'be loosin y'all now....
Wendy Berber: *she has a bit of a
difficult time getting her book sack unlatched from the door, struggling with it
as another patron walks into the cafe and smushes her like she's not really
there..*
Francesco Giardini: "You need to learn a
lesson about respect, boy." He levels his gaze at Dante...it's obvious the term
'boy' had nothing to do with his age. "Don't let me catch you talkin' to a lady
like that again...'specially since you apparently ain't got no use for 'em
anyway." He turns away from Dante in a dismissive gesture...as if he's done with
the gypsy. He moves back to get his food.
Dante Lacostos: He just suddenly looks
tired, jaw pulsing, his eyes shadowing.
Jocelyn Pasqual: *No problem there. Her
arms circle him, scooting in close*
Jez: He lifts his head a little higher,
his gaze direct on Francesco. "Sir, your pardon. The lady is a distant cousin, a
troubled youth whom Mr. Lacostos has kindly agreed to take in hand and teach
correctness. She is having a difficult time adjusting, and we would *appreciate*
no interference in a purely family matter. Thank you." He steps over to Dante.
"We should leave, Mr. Lacostos."
Damien Thiereaoux: *she does that and he
starts up the bike, revving the engine, leaning back to mutter something to
jocelyn briefly*
Dante Lacostos: "We should." He nods. "Let
me say goodnight to Sabra and get my coat."
Sabra Kessington (pb 4): Still on the phone, she starts
walking to the door, once outside looks for some sort of address or landmark.
Jez: "Yes, sir," he says smartly to Dante,
all but saluting.
Francesco Giardini: "You shut the fuck up,
boy," he says to Jez. "Ain't no reason to talk to a woman like that. Where I
come from, you show your family respect. Now back the fuck off, if you know
what's good for ya."
Melinda Stowe: The waitress set's the coffee down
spilling some over the rim of the cup, Melinda eyes the spill and goes for the
napkins, nothing to possibly ruin her computer at all oh no. The waitress walks
off. "Can no one do anything right?" a sigh. Another glance to the men, a look
as if they might be the vielist things in the world comming to her eyes, but she
turns her gaze to her ever mounting pile of napkins as she drops this on on top.
Then goes back to working on her computer.
Sabra Kessington (pb 4): She stops right outside still
talking quietly into the phone.
Dante Lacostos: Shaking his head he heads
to the booth to grab his coat. "Johnny, would you please go outside and stay
with Sabra please."
Jez: He flickers a dismissive look at
Francesco and awaits further instruction from Dante.
Francesco Giardini: "And you don't know
that it ain't a family matter for me, too, anyway."
Jez: He nods sharply and steps outside
to stand beside Sabra.
Wendy Berber: *she manages to richochet
herself off the door, getting her boney self untangled as she wrangles herself
free and stumbles out the cafe.. finally, looking around for jocelyn*
Dante Lacostos: Shaking, he pulls the
heavy leather bomber jacket on then pushes his hands through his hair again,
scraping them away from his bitter face.
Sabra Kessington (pb 4): She clicks off the phone, looking
up, seeing the man whom Dante had dealt with earlier. "Hi?" her voice raises
slightly in surprise, not having seen him walk out and partially startling her.
Melinda Stowe: She glances to the ceiling, taking a look
at what the celing is made of.
Wendy Berber:
d10: per alert: 6,2,4,8,8,
Jez: He smiles warmly at Sabra. "Mr.
Lacostos asked if I would stand with you until he steps out. "I'm his associate,
Jez."
Damien Thiereaoux: *he nods to her(jocelyn)
before revving the bike again a few times, looking about, and peeling out of
there, skillful control of the machine*
Dante Lacostos: Snorting to himself he
turns and heads outside, huddling into his coat.
Francesco Giardini: He grabs his food with
a thanks to the waitress, and turns around, looking at Dante. "Hey, you. C'mere
a sec." The anger seems to be gone, for the most part at least.
Sabra Kessington (pb 4): "Oh, hi...." relaxing again and
smiling to him. "I really appreciate that. My brother is coming to pick me up,
but I'm sure it'd put both our minds to rest knowing I'm being looked after in
the mean time."
Dante Lacostos: Or not. He sighs and turns
back to Francesco. "I need to go, I think."
Jez: Sabra: He dips his head to her. "It's
my pleasure to stand guard with you. It is very late, after all, and there are
some bad elements around."
Wendy Berber: *oh. there she is..
Wendy starts to amble that way, ..before the bike peels out and shes left
standing in the side walk. a moments pause.. and then her head droops. oh. ..
yeah. ok. .. i guess that makes, more sense.... *
Sabra Kessington (pb 4): "Yes there are. Though I'm
feeling safer out here at the moment." Seeing Wendy all alone, she calls out to
her. "Wendy...do you have a way home?"
Melinda Stowe: Then back down to her laptop as people
start to leave qui9ckly, at least the ruder of the onse, she glance to Dante and
Frankie, a slight shake of her head.
Jez: He looks to see to whom Sabra is
speaking.
Francesco Giardini: "Yeah, you do." He
nods. "But before you do, lemme just tell you something, all right? I don't care
who you are, and yeah, I'm guessin' you are someone. You watch who you talk to
that way. I find you talkin' to a member of my family that way? I'll bust your
faggot fuckin' skull open. It ain't nothin' personal, it's just the way it is.
Capice?"
Wendy Berber: *she gives a silent nod ,
a hand wiping at her nose as she slouches. she speaks clearly*.. yes.. I.. thank
you.. *she gets jostled by a passer by's elbow, nodding again to herself, she
hugs her sweater round herself, ducks her head, and starts to move towards them,
hair in her face, eyes on the cement*
Dante Lacostos: Something snaps in his
brown eyes and he turns away sharply, fingers curling in the trailing ends of
the diklo, jaw clenching as he moves quickly fro the door.
Jez: He steps to Wendy and gently places
his hand palm up her elbow. "Allow me, Miss." Presenting a buffer around her so
she isn't jostled.
Sabra Kessington (pb 4): "That's Wendy," she explains to
Jez. "One of the ladies at our table earlier." Then to Wendy. "This is Jez, an
associates of Dante's." Once Wendy gets closer, Sabra takes ove her jacket,
pulling out the lip gloss and phone and pushing those into her back pants
pocket. "Take this," and starts to wrap it around the girl's shoulder's.
Francesco Giardini: He watches Dante
leave, nodding. His point's been made. He moves to take a seat at a table, and
gets to eating.
Dante Lacostos: "Dilo fucking
gaje," he snarls, attempting to slam the glass door behind him. It fails of
course but he tried.
Jez: He smiles warmly to Wendy, and looks
as if he is truly seeing her, not just glancing blankly at her. "It's a pleasure
to make your acquaintance, Wendy."
Melinda Stowe: Ah relative peace as one of the men walk
off, she concentrates on what she was going, not once in the time she is there
drinking the coffee that is on her table.
Francesco Giardini:
d10: Per+Alertness: 3,6,3,4,
Wendy Berber: its ok. *she whispers, but
she lets him steer her where he wants... if only it were a woodchipper, a
noise in her throat as Sabra puts a coat on her.. she looks like she'd happily
dissappear into it, murmering* um.. hi..hello. nice to meet you.
Jez: He looks up and over to Dante. "Do
you wish for me to hail you a taxi, Mr. Lacostos, or shall I call for a car?" He
brings out his cell.
Melinda Stowe: ((DLP)) she looks back to her laptop seeing
peace is in her future, and then glances back up a slightly confused look on her
face at Sante as he leave. A shrug, not her concern.
Francesco Giardini: He doesn't hear what's
said...but he heard the tone of insult. The food gets dumped in the garbage,
untouched, and he swivels, heading straight for the door and shoving it open, a
scowl on his face.
Wendy Berber: *she flinches as Dante
slams..or attempts to slam.. the cafe door, shying away from him*
Sabra Kessington (pb 4): Her head turns, hearing Dante
coming out the door.
Dante Lacostos: "I need to walk, Johnny.
Please see that Sabra gets home safely," he murmurs, jaw still jumping, the pain
in his eyes immense.
Sabra Kessington (pb 4): But when Wendy flinches, she
moves between the girl and Dante, hoping that might help some of the uneasiness.
Jez: "As you wish...I'll stay until her
brother arrives." Eyes going to the door. Uh-oh.
Melinda Stowe: d10:
Per+Alert: 7,1,1,1,5,3,
Dante Lacostos: "It was truly an honor to
meet you Sabra," he whispers, touching her cheek lightly with the back of his
fingers, unaware of the walking tower of pain behind him.
Wendy Berber: * chopped liver wendy.
she just wanted to go home now.. her stomach still grumbling majority of her
food untouched on the table. she looks at her feet*
Sabra Kessington (pb 4): "My brother's picking me up,
Dante," recognizing the jaw jumping from earlier. Knowing better to interfer
really and say much more to him.
Francesco Giardini: "Hey, gypsy! You wanna
turn your ass around and say that to my fuckin' face, s'tead of like a god-damn
pussy boy?"
Melinda Stowe: ((I do not think the dice like me
*Pouts*))Nope she is so not paying much attention and even scowels as she looks
back over her work and goes back to fixing something, attention on the laptop.
Dante Lacostos: He blinks and tears roll
down his cheeks, body stiffening at Francesco's words. "Good night to you as
well Wendy," he whispers.
Sabra Kessington (pb 4): She moves closer to Wendy, to try
and help protect her or maybe just shield her some. Trying to not get in the
middle of this...yet. But her patience was wearing quite thin now.
Wendy Berber: um.. goodnight Dante sir..
*she parrots back obediently, not lifting her eyes*
Francesco Giardini: He's stalking right
behind Dante, coming right up behind him. "Now, this time, you apologize to ME.
And I ain't gonna fuckin' skitter off like others."
Sabra Kessington (pb 4): "I'm sorry," she whispers to
Wendy.
Lucas Kennsington [PB 4]: And
about that time a porche comes rolling up to the side walk and the engine shuts
off. The color is silver of course and the newest model. For the moment, the
young man behind the wheel doesn't get out and just waits for someone.
Jez: "GodDAMNit," he mutters, glaring at
Francesco. He flips open his cell, about ready to call the cops.
Dante Lacostos: He turns slowly, not even
bothering to wipe his eyes. "My comment was not directed at you specifically."
Dante Lacostos: "Put your phone away,
Johnny."
Sabra Kessington (pb 4): She waves for Lucas to come up
there, giving him a look that he would know very well indeed.
Jez: He flips the phone closed and pockets
it.
Francesco Giardini: "I got a funny feelin'
it included me, though. When means you still insulted me. And that demands an
apology. I was straight with you. I got a problem with you, I say it to your
face. I don't mutter it on the way out."
Wendy Berber: its ok. *she doesn't
understand what she's being apologized to for.. but she slouches a little more,
before offering Sabra her coat back*
Dante Lacostos: "I'm sorry."
Lucas Kennsington [PB 4]: Lucas
gets out of the car, dressed in just a plain pair of jeans, sandles, and a baggy
white sweater he gives his sister a questioning look as he walks up. He's
probably no more then eighteen but has a definate quality about that speaks of
high breeding and strength. "Whats up sis?"
Sabra Kessington (pb 4): "You can keep it, Wendy," gently
putting it back over her shoulders.
Lucas Kennsington [PB 4]: They
eyes of course are taking in the only hostile present. Francesco.
Jez: He looks to Lucas, then back to
Dante.
Sabra Kessington (pb 4): "Seems mister loudmouth here
doesn't know when to leave well enough alone and Dante here is Cobrin's brother.
Maybe mr loudmouth needs a talking to."
Wendy Berber: ok.. um.. thank you. *she
keeps the coat. cold or not, arms still curled round herself as she keeps watch
on the ground .. shifting awkwardly.. she really did not want to be here..*
Francesco Giardini: He nods a little bit
when Dante apologizes, anger fading away some. "All right. Now we're straight
with each other, you get me? You know where I stand, and I know where you stand.
From now on, we know the lines. Don't cross 'em."
Jez: He keeps his tongue still and
silent.
Dante Lacostos: "Please do not ever call
me a faggot, or a gypsy again," he murmurs, jaw tight, the pain in his eyes
palpable.
Wendy Berber: *the bookworms stomach
interrupts the proceedings with a grumble. she swallows and curls her arms round
herself, looking through the window of the cafe at their table. her food.. *
Sabra Kessington (pb 4): Sabra smiles, "You're welcome,"
and starts to lead her away toward Lucas' car, sensing how uneasy Wendy is; she
knows how she feelsl and she sure doesn't like it. Gently she puts a hand on
Wendy's shoulder, guiding her to the car.
Francesco Giardini: He nods. "You got it.
You show me respect, I show you respect. That's the way it works."
Lucas Kennsington [PB 4]:
Lucas snorts some as he starts to head towards Francesco. "Then that makes him a
friend of mine." and he rolls his shoulders some, almost like he is eager for a
fight. "You got a problem pal?" he says to the italian.
Wendy Berber: *and she's led away... think
of how easy it would be to kidnap that teenager.. "GET IN THE CAR".."Ok..sorry".
*
Dante Lacostos: Dante holds up one slim
hand as Lucas puffs up, glancing at him. "Its okay. Please."
Francesco Giardini: He looks over at Lucas
as he approaches, appraising him. "Ain't no problem now. Just settin' the
boundaries. Don't worry yourself about it."
Sabra Kessington (pb 4): She just atands near the car with Wendy, trying to stay mostly out of earshot for now. "If you'd like, I'm going to call you a cab. There's plenty of money in the left pocket for fare and for some food. I think maybe to help get you another pair of glasses too."
Wendy Berber: its ok.. you don't have
to.. um.. i have a job. ..i'm ok..
Sabra Kessington (pb 4): "Well, use what you need
tonight....you can give me the rest later...." she tries and compromise, but not
at all forceful. Pulling the phone out of her back pocket, she calls up a cab
company which is already programmed into her phone and gives them the address,
leaning against the outside of the passenger side of the car.
Lucas Kennsington [PB 4]:
Lucas looks over Fancesco again, eyes narrowing slightly before he looks over to
Dante. "If you say so, but you let me know if this guy upset you. I'm not afraid
to remind him the finer points of tolerance and civility." and he looks again to
the man.
Dante Lacostos: The young Lordling wipes
his eyes with the back of a shaking hand. "No. Its okay, honest, prala. Thank
you."
Wendy Berber: um.. ok. thank you *she
looks at the sidewalk, blushing, arms tucked close to her body. great wendy.
why don't you be more lame so she takes you to a soup kitchen too. neroid. and
you thought jocelyn wanted to be friends?!.. how deluded are you?*
Sabra Kessington (pb 4): Hanging up the phone, she pockets
it once more. "I'm very sorry about tonight. And maybe another time we can
actually talk under better circumstances. Cab should be here shortly for you.
Take care of yourself, okay?"
Jez: He watches closely, listening
intently but keeping his own counsel.
Wendy Berber: ok *she nods* Thank you..
I'm sorry.
Francesco Giardini: He looks at Lucas,
eyebrow raising with a smirk. Yeah, he's amused by the pretty boy's threats.
Highly.
Sabra Kessington (pb 4): She smiles warmly and guinely,
"It's fine really."
Wendy Berber: *a nod. she steps away
from Sabra so the pretty kin can get in the car*
Lucas Kennsington [PB 4]: With
Dante's request for him to back down, he does and just turns his back to the
other man and heads back towards his sister and Wendy, but he does look towards
Dante to check on him.
Dante Lacostos: "Sabra," he murmurs,
stepping away from the Italian stalion.
Jez: He waits patiently for Dante.
Sabra Kessington (pb 4): "Good night Wendy," she smiles to
her. Turning to Jez, she asks him, "Could you stay with her please until her cab
shows up. If Dante doesn't mind?"
Sabra Kessington (pb 4): She then walks over to Dante,
"Yes?" she asks quietly.
Francesco Giardini: The situation done
with, he turns, moving to cross the street, into Battery Park. He lights a
cigarette on the way...he won this round. The point was made, and that's what
matters.
Dante Lacostos: "I'm sorry," he
whispers, glancing at her with a sigh.
Francesco Giardini: A nod and a smile does
go to Wendy as he crosses the street. Maybe an apology for the scene in his
eyes.
Jez: He nods to Sabra.
Sabra Kessington (pb 4): She reaches up and gently touches
his face, cautiously a little, ready to pull away if he doesn't like it. "No,
I'm sorry about that way that rude son of a bitch jumped into the middle of
our business. You don't have a thing to apologize for," her words firm with
him.
Lucas Kennsington [PB 4]: Lucas
stands back some, still a little unsure exactly what the hell was going on but
he was there to protect his sister. The eyes watch the man as he heads over into
the park, but he for now just stands his ground.
Dante Lacostos: He smiles and cups her
hand to his face, nuzzling his cheek into her palm before turning his head to
press a kiss there.
Wendy Berber: um. goodnight. thank you.
*she gives a quick apologetic look of her own. and a flashed smile. since he
gave her one.. asn she's not sure who he is.. and he's scary*
Francesco Giardini: ((Makin' friends
already, my Frankie is. *Grins and hugs all* Thanks for the scene!))
Jez: ((*L* Francesco is a sweetheart
I'm sure. *G*))
Sabra Kessington (pb 4): She presses her hand a little
more against his face, gently. "Just get some rest now. Things will seem better
in the morning."
Sabra Kessington (pb 4): ((It was fun :) ))
Dante Lacostos: "I'm going to go back to
the hotel and make corbin order my hot cocoa and pay for it," he murmurs, giving
her fingers a squeeze. His eyes flick to Lucus and then back to Sabra. "He is
very cute."
Lucas Kennsington [PB 4]: Lucas
finally goes around to slip and goes to the drivers side and opens the door, for
now just leaning against the car as he waits to for Sabra to finish her
conversation.
Sabra Kessington (pb 4): She grins a bit hearing his last comment. "That's better....definitely." Sabra gives a quick squeeze back. "I need to talk to Corbin later...Anyway, I'm tired and we should be getting home. Good night Dante. Rest well."
BATTERY PARK
Francesco Giardini: He crosses the street from the cafe into the park, a cigarette now burning between his lips. He walks down the main pathway, flicking his lighter shut and taking a drag off the cigarette as he walks.
Jocelyn Pasqual: *She almost giggles, but catches herself, making an effort at acting like she's put together* Well. Nothing to worry about then.
Damien Thiereaoux: nope....not a thing
chere....*walking towards the grassy areas with her, he smiles at her almost
giggle*
Francesco Giardini:
d10: Per+Alert: 1,5,4,9,
Jocelyn Pasqual: *Lip chewed for a
second* Your name is Damien?
Francesco Giardini: He's oblivious to the
others in the park, walking along in his own world. He stops where he is in the
middle of the path and pulls his cell phone, making a phone call.
Damien Thiereaoux: yes ma'am....Damien
Christophe Remy Lemieux Thiereaoux....or eitha tybalt like to m'family back home
or dami t'those Im close to heyeh......dami or damien is fine , either you
wish.........an y'all are...jocelyn, right?
Jocelyn Pasqual: *Melt* Yeah. Jocelyn.
*Smooth, Joce. Really*
Damien Thiereaoux: now I know ain usually
propah t'ask a belle dame, beautiful lady, such as y'self, what y'alls age
is...but....Ill admit Im jes a bit curious*pausing once they get to the grass,
gesturing to her to let her choose the spot*
Francesco Giardini: A few brief words to
the person on the other end, standing there and smoking. After a few moments,
the phone call is done, and he makes his way along the paths, toward the Great
Lawn.
Jocelyn Pasqual: *She picks a spot near a
tree* Eighteen. *Another smile, nodding a bit* How's this?
Francesco Giardini:
d10: Per+Alert: 9,6,4,5,
Damien Thiereaoux: s'beautiful darlin.....now
y'sure y'boyfriend wont be gettin all up in arms bout you sittin with the likes
of me will he?*a gentle finger moves to lift and caress along her chin*
Francesco Giardini: As he moves along
toward the lawn, he finally glances over, noting the guy and the chick from the
diner. He nods to them as he moves along the paths, coming along beside them.
Damien Thiereaoux:
d10: per+alert: 8,4,5,6,7,5,
Jocelyn Pasqual: *She feels that shiver
down her spine, staying on the side of caution* I don't have a boyfriend. *Her
anxiety from earlier slowly melting away* What about you?
Damien Thiereaoux: *he notices the form of
someone else not too far off and raises a curious brow at the nod, he nods
slowly back before looking to jocelyn* me? got someone I do see, but they have
othas an I do as well....
Jocelyn Pasqual: *Her eyes follow the
other guy for a moment, starting to feel a bit parinoid. Her attention tears
back to Damien. That's handy.* Great.
Damien Thiereaoux: oh, that so?*giving
that irresistable crooked grin again, he sits and offers to help her down as
well once hes put his racing leather jacket down for her to sit on.....nicely
gentlemanly with her*
Francesco Giardini: "Hey, how you guys
doin'?" He looks over to them. "Everything okay?" Despite his hostility earlier,
and the general swagger in the man, he's polite, looking to Damien and Jocelyn
with something akin to concern.
Jocelyn Pasqual: Yeah. *Flashing
another grin, settling in and trying to calm her nerves* So where are you from?
*Head tilting a bit, kicking herself for asking such a stupid question*
Jocelyn Pasqual: *Looking over at
Francesco, giving him a quick smile too* Hey. Yeah.
Damien Thiereaoux: *looking up to francesco
and glancing him over, he raises a curious brow and nods to the man* fine 'nuff
m'sieur....thank y'for askin......*when he hears jocelyn he smiles warmly again
and chuckles softly* N'orleans belle.......
Francesco Giardini: "All right." he gives
them both a short nod, his smile mostly reserved for Jocelyn, as she's the woman
who's honor he was defending at the cafe. "Sorry 'bout that whole thing
earlier."
Jocelyn Pasqual: *The smile turns sheepish
when she looks back to Damien* Yeah. *Blushing a little* I figured. Sorry. *Lip
chewed as she looks to Francesco again* Yeah. That was... *Shrugging a shoulder*
Thanks for saying something. I didn't mean for it to turn into a big thing.
Damien Thiereaoux: *he smiles to her and
pats her hand gently, letting it linger for a moment before it slides back*
s'alright chere......
Jocelyn Pasqual: *She almost giggles
again, definately blushing once more*
Francesco Giardini: "When you don't show a
lady proper respect, then it is a big deal," he counters. A little shrug, as he
takes a drag off his cigarette. "You're welcome, though. Now that that's out of
the way, allow me to introduce myself at least, then I'll be out of your hair.
Frankie Giardini." He leans over, extending a hand to Damien first, then holding
his hand out for Jocelyn.
Jocelyn Pasqual: *Focus, Joce. She offers
Francesco her hand and a smile, looking him over quickly*
Damien Thiereaoux: *when the introduction
comes hes ready with a gloved hand raised to frankie* Damien Thiereaoux,
pleasure sir....*respectful enough nod and decent handshake...the unusual part
about it is the warmth of his hand and skin that he seems to almost
emanate..like a warm hearth or nicely sunny day*
Francesco Giardini: He shakes Damien's
hand, a strong, firm grip, and then takes Jocelyn's hand, merely squeezing once,
then releasing it. "Nice to meet you both."
Jocelyn Pasqual: Nice meeting you too.
*Perfectly mannered when she chooses to be*
Francesco Giardini: He looks over to
Jocelyn and nods, pulling out a card and handing it over to her. "You see anyone
else giving you any more shit, you let me know, all right?"
Jocelyn Pasqual: *She blinks a little,
reaching up for the card. Yeah. Thanks.
Francesco Giardini: "Hey, you bet." A
little nod, and he rises to a stand again. "Well, I should probably leave...I
hope you two have a very good night."
Damien Thiereaoux: evenin mr giardini...thank
ye f'bein standup for belle dame here.....she deserves it...*another touch to
her hand for a moment and a smile to her before he looks to francesco and nods*
Jocelyn Pasqual: Nice meeting you. Thanks.
*Half a wave, grinning at Damien as he touches her hand*
Jocelyn Pasqual: Um. I should go home.
*Looking up at the sky which is starting to lighten*
Damien Thiereaoux: (hey y'all...hate to
do this but I need to get and get sleep*wavehugs* jocelyn-p, thanks for the RP
an Ill catcha later...an thanks you too frankie-p*G* thanks you guys*waves an
poofs*)
Francesco Giardini: A nod to them both,
and he heads off to the parking lot to get into his car and head home.
Jocelyn Pasqual: ((night! :) ))
Jocelyn Pasqual: ((bedtime for me too. *waves* thanks for
the scene. 'night.))
Francesco Giardini: ((Thanks, guys!))