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Post by william on Aug 13, 2010 2:27:01 GMT -5
her hands over his momentarily felt nice as he explored only slightly what was given- letting her own hands guide his. as they moved over to the wall, there was more struggle from her than what he thought. chuckling as she tried to resist his handle on her as she tried to yank her arm from him. he watched as she laughed, eyes narrowing even more. did she think this were some sort of joke? if so, it was a pathetic one. and it only annoyed him even more. tongue ran across the front of his teeth, surveying her features. she denied what he had said, saying she wasn't apart of it. she moved around, bumping into him- however, he didn't give away, and kept the closure between them small. looking at the spot where, he'd assume, that the gang would brand of tattoo themselves. yet, her skin were clean. he'd wondered if that girl ever experienced a brand- or ever had the budella to get a tattoo. she could just be one of those daring/rebellious teases whom speak a big game, but never provide. hearing her speak of how they'd wish to recruit her only made him smile. in la stidda, there were no girls. sure, they may hang around for a few weeks or years, but they were never branded. the la stidda was terrible on many accounts, but they never would take a girl and mark them for eternity. however, these girls did make their rounds in the gang. obviously, she wasn't trusted in will's head. she looked at something behind him, and grabbed him by his shirt. standing still for a moment, before he let her drag him. he didn't fight, nor tug, nor pull. it wasn't worth it. he was going out the door in a few anyways, so why not have a female escort him? yet hearing her talk with concern in him for being shot. chuckling, that wouldn't be the only thing that would happen. playing what would've happened if he'd stay longer in his head, trying to figure how it would play out. locking eyes with taka, head tipped to the side greatly as he motioned for the brother to escape. he watched as taka got off of the bar stool, but will didn't watch him any farther as he glanced at the girl's hand which were stretching out his shirt. arching an eyebrow, curious in how much authority she thought she'd own over him. she lost the seized fabric in her hand, instead, grabbing his own. his fingers were loose over the back of her hand- yet he still held it. the night air felt light in his lungs compared to the sweaty thick air inside the house. she turned, and her hand hit the side of his features with a smack. he was a statue, and didn't exactly react to the hit. jaw line only moved as he bit the inside of his cheek. it wasn't the first time he were slapped. sadly. clearing his throat, he listened to her softly. hearing her say that she wasn't stupid enough to join a gang, he arched his eyebrow. [ oh, so, now all gang members are stupid, eh? ] he mumbled, not exactly knowing if this girl knew what he was apart of.. and yet, he didn't want her to know. taka came out, padding up alongside the duo. will exchanged quick introductions, while hand fumbled with the car key in his pocket. grabbing the girl's phone while he was at it, handing it off to her. [ taka, niyna; niyna, taka. ] italian vocals uttered. pressing the unlock button twice, the black jeep wranglers lights flicked on and off in response. walking over to it, opening the passenger door for the girl, nodding his head for her to get in. taka hit the backseat, becoming quiet with the stranger and the tense feel of the atmosphere. once the girl was in the seat, will closed the door, getting into the drivers seat. turning the car on, turning down the music slightly, and rolling down his window. pulling out another cigarette, lighting it. balancing it in his hand, looking at the girl. [ so, where do ya live, chica? ] he asked. deciding he didn't want the smoke anymore, the male flicked it out of the window. releasing the clutch, rolling the car in first gear down the street. she better not live far from the boys. if so, she's walking. heels n' all. clearing his throat, [ di proprietà di rebeldes. ] will stated to taka, looking in the rear view mirror for the guy's reaction. will rolled up his window slightly, only leaving room for a small crack to let in open, needed air. taka only nodded, looking at the back of the girl's seat. will smirked, dimple forming. throwing the car into second then third gear, following the girl's directions.
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Post by Lonestar on Aug 13, 2010 11:45:32 GMT -5
Smugly, the boy smiled when she showed him the empty canvas of her back, confusing her with what that meant exactly. Did he have something riding on whether or not she was a part of the latino gang? Perhaps he was a member of a rival. That much would make sense. His miniature temper tantrum would make much more sense if that was the case, but unlike him, the girl was uneasy about naming him a gangbanger so quickly without being certain of it. It would certainly be ironic if he turned out to be what she hated. Use one to lose one eh? Damn she really needed to stop attracting this sort of guys, but then again, she had picked this one out herself so the blame could not really be placed upon his shoulders, even if she wanted it to be. While they walked to the yard, a smirk crossed the lady's features, the mark that would have been shown to him had she worked the dress a little lower down her back a fresh memory in her mind. Along the curve of her sides, right where muscle disappears at the edge of vertebral column was her sparrow: a mark of death and of sorrow. She had gotten it on her eighteenth birthday, unbeknownst to her mother, as a permanent reminder of what the Rebeldes really stood for. The bird itself was small, but the tattoo was much larger than what she had originally imagined. At first, the lass had merely wanted the silhouette of the sparrow, but once in the shop, her artist had drawn up a bit more to the design, adding a trail of differently sized four pointed stars that extended from the bird's feet down the rest of her back, tempering towards the end as it curved downward where the dip of her pant line would be. Now, the chica could not imagine ever wanting the tattoo to be as plain as it was before and as proud as she was of it personally, no one had ever seen it. Not even Carlos who thought he had seen every part of her body that there was to see. El cerdo. He has limited access just as everyone else had and only saw what she allowed him to see. The same would apply to Will as his brow rose in a strange way and he spoke almost defensively, asking if she thought all gang members were stupid. Sí. She replied without any hesitation, hooded depths surveying him intently as he looked behind them at someone else approaching. Now the essa was certain he was a member of one of the opposing gangs to the Rebeldes. Carajo. She whispered under her breath although she knew he would not understand her even if she said it loudly, using the same curse the man had inside. Well, if that was the life he had chosen, why not lecture him? Trying to keep the grin from her facade, the vixen made sure to get her companions attention, glaring intently at him. Sí, all gang members are estúpido. No hombre worth shit would risk his familia for what? A few extra dólares and protection that was dictated by some pendejo jefe who would rather you be dead than lose a shipment of drugs or weapons? Turning away from him for a moment, she let her arms drop as she spit with disgust onto the street beside her, surprising herself by getting so worked up simply by talking about it. Looking back to him with blazing eyes, the damsel finished, no longer finding the humor in her words. I'd rather be un pobre than un irreflexivo perro. Glancing away from him, she finally looked at the other who had joined their duo, orbs roaming up and down him instantly, a sarcastic smile upon facade when she met his gaze. Perfect. As if one was not enough, now she had two to deal with. Hermanos and both were probably soldiers for the same despised cause. Might as well have some fun at their expense. Taka. Rolling the name off her tongue, she found it more of satisfying to say with her mexicano accent even if the syllables felt dead in her throat. Forcing herself to look at least a little interested, she played the part of the whore Will probably thought she was, shooting the same seductive smile at his brother that she had him. Seeing the lights from his car out of the corner of her eye, she immediately dropped any attention she was paying to Taka and strode easily after Will, guessing he was the older of the two since he seemed to be taking charge and the other was keeping quiet. Heels clicked upon the concrete, the fea never landing wrong with her weight constantly centered over the wedges, even when she advanced upon where the gringo was holding the passenger door open for her. Pausing with one hand on the black metal frame, Niyna shifted her hip out till it rested against his body, her free hand starting at his chest and slowly moving downward, stopping only as she came to the edge of his pants. Gracias. Face pressed close to his, close enough to where she could feel his hot breath upon her features, a haughty grin playing with her lips while she held their hips together with her grip upon his pants. She already knew he did not mind her invading his personal space, but maybe she had not done so enough for it to affect him and so it did not hurt to do it again. Releasing his belt, she slid back, dark depths still on him as she climbed into the cab, not bothering to hide her apparent amusement with the situation. He shut her door and moved around the front of the vehicle to get to the driver’s side, leaving her to pull the seat belt across her chest and buckle it before having to focus on him once again. The old apartments on Whenston. Hand pointed forward and to the right as if that was direction enough as she answered casually to his question, relaxing into the seat as he began to drive while trying not to smile at him calling her chica. She had nearly forgotten about the almost certain possibility of them being rival gang members and had begun to finally wind down her hot temper for the night before Will spoke to his brother in the back seat using his native language. Anger flared up within her, spine straightening as she sat up, turning her blazing brown eyes in his direction as a jumble of rage filled spanish words left her mouth, unrecognizable to both the men in the car and to she who had spoken them for she was so overcome that no time was given to sort out what was said. Taking a deep breath, nostrils flared as she released it, reining in her tongue for the short time being while she clenched her fist, fighting the urge to once again slap the driver. Callate gilipolla. You know nothing. They do not own me. I am no one's punta, ¿entienda? After speaking, she sat back again, allowing her passion to sink back into her body with briefly closing eyes. Tension left her muscles only to cling to the air within the car and for a moment the girl seriously considered taking up smoking as right then a drag on Will's cigarette sounded really good, but she quickly dismissed the thought and turned instead to her assumptions of the two. So, which panocha pulls your strings? What gang are you both with? Vocals asked as if it were the most common question in the world, her voids locked upon Will while she waited for the answer, letting him know through her look that it was pointless to lie because she already knew he was a part of a gang just not which one.
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Post by william on Aug 14, 2010 15:37:16 GMT -5
watching her as her rant had begun about how all gang members were so stupid. torso bounced with a small chuckle, hands folding into his pockets. once his rhythmic laughter halted, he kept a strong smile upon his features. he decided against complaining to her and telling her his life story and how this all started. and yet, he wanted to prove this girl wrong- and that not all members were forced into it, rather than having the option. risk his family to join the gang? puffing out oxygen in protest. ah, this girl knew shit about the gang life. she shouldn't be talking smack unless she knew the facts. shaking his head, vision scanned the ground until taka had appeared. watching her make the same seductive poise to taka as she did to will. eh, she liked to get around. but with fratelli? that would be a little too much. watching the girl wade in those heels, the things clicking on the cement with sharpness. clearing his throat, he was surprised when the girl's hip jolted out, pressing into his body. eyeing her, feeling her hand trace down his torso, hovering at his pant line. eyeing the girl, tempting her to try him. he wondered how far this girl would even go. he already stamped her as a teaser. someone who didn't go through with any action, only tempted and pulled away. [ prego. ] italian vocals slurred together, purring almost in her ear. hey, the guy can also have his fun. feeling his pants shift, knowing she was now gripping onto them. he kept control, unlike all the other males who had their heads wrapped around hook ups, and girls. this is how girls seemed to control guys. shame. she finally got into the car, and told him the directions. he had no idea where the hell she was talking about. however, she flicked her wrist right, so he followed. with his peripheral vision he noticed the girl was relaxed into the leather seat. however, she stiffened once she heard will tell his fratelli who she was. hearing spanish hit him from her side of the car. he couldn't help but laugh. his right hand left the stick in the middle of the car to clutch onto his abs for only a short moment before he thought it would be too rude. breathing deeply, trying to not laugh any more. hearing her questions, looking back at taka before staring at the road. he knew she could've guessed that, by the way he acted, what his occupation was. which was a shame, he wouldn't have minded being mysterious once in awhile. shifting down a few gears, going slower. clearing his throat, [ long story, signora. ] he stated, biting his inner cheek. rolling his head to one shoulder, then to the other, stretching his neck. taka sat on the edge of the seat in the back, leaning upwards so he could talk. taka was the only one to start talking about it, will kept quiet- eyes watching the road. [ well, i got out of the gang, give or take, a few years ago. nolan, our youngest brother, got into it. and, well, he suffered the consequences and learned the hard way. sadly, we lost him. ] taka stopped talking for a moment, glancing to will. [ will joined. he's what you can call a part-time runner. ] will shrugged. as much as he wanted to act tough, he couldn't once the subject of his job or his loss of his family came into the topic, so, he just kept quiet. he was a proud gangbanger, to say the least. only joined to keep the family protected. the gang had ties to his parents and friends back at home, and taka had already done his duties and didn't need to suffer. besides, taka had another, happier life in stored for him. taka was the oldest by a few years, will, then nolan. tight brothers until nolan decided to do stupid shit. [ here? ] will asked, pointing onto whenston. he felt like the conversation should have ended awhile ago- and in fact, never even be brought up. what he did on the streets was between him and the gang. he felt as if he lived to separate lives. one- will. that party happy boy that was always relaxed with a long life ahead of him. or will mancini. the drug dealer, murderer, and thief. eh, it was life. and he was caught up in it. parking next to an apartment looking building, he assumed it was what she was speaking of. getting out, obviously going to walk her to her door. he felt like all men should open girl's doors, ( but not go extremely out of their way to do so, or they'd look like they were trying too hard. ), and walk them to their building. it was a dangerous world, and will understood it more and more everyday. he kept the car running, trusting taka to keep it from being stolen. waiting on the sidewalk for a moment- waiting for the girl to get out of the car. once she did, he just walked at her side, following her to wherever she called home. personally- will still called italy home. but he couldn't return there for awhile. looking up, trying to search the sky for anything. no stars. or planes. and the moon was hidden. great night. feeling his phone vibrate twice in his back pocket, he assumed it was some gang member texting him to return to their homely abode. he ignored it, a solid hand running across his chin, itching it.
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Post by Lonestar on Aug 16, 2010 1:40:36 GMT -5
Clenching her teeth, the girl broke her one rule and managed to keep her mouth shut once the male began laughing, obviously he found her taking offense to him referring to her as a material object that could be owned in conversation with his brother funny. Niyna did not, but why freak about such a tiny thing when there were bigger fish to fry? It did not matter anyways. The male was taking her to her apartment, thankfully, although she sort of resented having to live in the shitty ass place. It was merely a temporary living arrangement, until she got through the academy and was able to start making a little bit of money the legitimate way. Of course, the maiden was no fool to think she would be out of the slums so quickly. Never had she or her family had much money with her father dying when she was only two years old and her mother unable to make much in wages since she did not even have a high school education so living where she did was not too much of a bother and she would remain there for the rest of her life if it meant her madre was comfortable and safe. Everything she had ever made when straight to her mother to help pay bills, making house payments, and simply get food on the table. Life had been hard sure, but that was the way it was for Mexicanos in her neighborhood so it was nothing new. With all the so called prosperity gangs were supposed to encounter, you would think they could afford to take better care of the streets in which they roamed, but then again, jefe's were not usually the Robin Hood type. Pushing her irritation at things she could not change out of her mind, the fea focused brown pools on Will as he spoke, obviously wishing to avoid the subject. Ah, so there she had struck a string. Finding a strange amount of amusement in the fact that he who had seemed so confident and at ease in his own skin did not want to hear about his own life as a gangbanger. Sure, he might act tough and like he enjoyed what he did, but only the really sick and twisted ones had pride in their occupation. She highly doubted he was among that number. Eyes slowly were pulled from him to the other boy in the backseat as the later began talking, being the one to pick up her question and answer it, surprising her a little by speaking. With a curious sort of intrigue, she listened to what he had to say, feeling at least a little satisfied that this one had the brains to get out of the rabbit's trap set by bears. Try as the lady might, she tried to keep the comfortable sort of distance between them and her within her mind, although that bridge was quickly burned when she learned of their youngest brother's death. Facade fell, feeling the connection with them in losing a family member to the same cause whether she wanted to or not. Lo siento mucho. Ducking her head, she allowed the whispered words in her native language past her kissers, glancing back up at Taka from the shadows of the front seat before she found herself following his gaze, pair coming to rest again on Will. A knowing smirk crossed features at Taka's last bit of explanation although her total attention was on his brother. Yea I know the type. She replied, body twisted in the passenger seat, completely rested against the cushions except for the half of her which leaned a little over the arm rest, allowing most of her weight to be supported by the arm which pressed to the hard console although for once she let the man in the driver's seat keep his personal space. Just when she began to wonder if he even noticed that she was staring, the vehicle pulled onto her road, his words calling her attention to it as spine straightened, facade turning to look out the window. S.. I mean, yes. Dead silence filled the cab after that as he pulled up in front of her building, the only one with chipping paint and exposed, broken down window units hanging out of the apartment walls, looking as if they were about to fall out and crash upon the ground at any moment. Sighing, the girl swallowed and moved her hand to the handle, but frowned as she heard a door open before she even pulled on the lever. Whipping her head around, she found the vacated driver's seat, its previous occupant closing the door after him as he moved around the front of his jeep at his slow pace. Turning her confused look at Taka, the chica allowed him to see it before shrugging and smiling nicely back at him. It was nice to meet you, Taka. It was a strange diversion from the lass' usual attitude, but for some reason Niyna felt vulnerable; perhaps it was because he had exposed a soft spot in the armor gang members were taught to wear so well. Whatever be the reason, the words were out of her mouth before she could stop them and she found the moment awkward. Retreating from the situation quickly, the door was pushed open and shut, body pulling even with the other bloke to walk towards the front doors with him at her heels. At the poor excuse for an overhang, the muchacha hesitated, putting her hand upon the handle as she turned back at him, a searching expression upon tanned features. You are a strange hombre, William. She informed him, guessing at the full pronunciation of his name, knowing that Will was often a nickname. ¿Por qué? For all your mute soldier act, you are not stupid. Not like most of them. Why do you remain half loyal to your hermanos? Do you question your choice? Of his reasonings for joining the gang when he could have remained out, she was curious, although that was not the question burning the most within her. And why in the hell did you walk me to my building? You don't know me. That was the one thing that bewildered her the most in this entire ordeal. There was no real logical explanation for it in her eyes; she was used to taking care of herself and she had never seen any of the Rebeldes being so sweet on their girls, unless they were serious novios intent upon marriage for some crazy reason. Why señoritas decided to get involved permanently in the life of a drug and guns hustler she would never know, but that was a discussion for another day with another conversationalist.
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Post by william on Aug 16, 2010 14:49:46 GMT -5
will almost felt bad for taka telling her. the girl removed her thick lyrics, in exchange for silence. she muttered something in her language, nothing will caught though. hearing her say she knew the type he was in the gang, he pursed his lips, slightly nodding. the girl leaning on the console, her heat was felt on his right side. she looked confused as he stepped from the car. obviously not aware that gentlemen actually walk the ladies to their door. shame. he felt bad that not all girls would experience such a charming action. and he truly felt bad for them. however, this wasn't a pity party. william watched her stay in the car, obviously talking to taka for the moment before joining himself outside. looking over at the buildings, and noticed how terrible manner they were put in. definitely reminded the boy of his past. before parents struck rich from luck. it was a pitiful place. full of unknown bugs, and neighbors that concocted drugs in the bathroom. one cot in the entire apartment- which had to fit the three brothers upon it. which wasn't hard, seeing they were all ten or younger. however, their parents slept on the floor, giving up the comfort of the cot. once taka knew what was happening, and was old enough, he entered the gang. being promised of money, and protection. it sounded very promising, and the consequences weren't aware. true, he was paid. and kept his family financially alive. taka nodded, feeling the girl's awkwardness, he responded. [ è un piacere conoscerti. ] he replied in italian, the language rolling off of him neatly. obviously she didn't play the nice and good-willed role a lot. will snapped back into reality once the clicking of the shoes came up next to him. he walked with her the short distance, hesitating at the door. leaning against the wall, shoulder propped his weight against it. it felt like his old home, strangely enough. almost jumping as she spoke. hearing her vocals, talking to him, saying he were strange. arching an eyebrow, looking down at her, unaware of why he was strange. however, he didn't say anything. the lump in his throat still choking the male from words. however, he didn't need to ask why. she continued, explaining. he shrugged, hearing her admit he wasn't stupid. and yet, it was followed by questions. hearing them out, he tossed them around in his head. [ why i joined? ] pursing his lips, he decided to start from the beginning. however, he would be vague on it. not a lot of detail. keeping it subtle, [ well, the night the gang finally found me and mi fratello, nolan, was when i was recruited. long story short, signora.. nolan had owed stuff to the la stidda. so they killed him. it wasn't enough, though, and when they got us, they branded me. and if i didn't join? why, i'd end up like mi fratello. ] pausing, [ morto. ] the male lifted up his shirt, revealing the brand mark. the flesh was healed. and eh, it didn't look too bad. [ and i'm part time, because i have another life than the gang. ] he stopped, hesitating to pull out a smoke, however, he disregarded it. chewing on his bottom lip- he continued. [ it wasn't a choice, in the end. ] however, he never wanted a pity party, and this was just begging for one. yet, he was only answering questions. and he really didn't pity his life. it was great, in the end. and he never complained. there was no need. hearing her next question. he shrugged. [ scusi, if you didn't want me to, you could've slapped me again. ] he stated, chuckling. [ but seriously, no. don't slap me again. and, well, cause. it's how i was brought up. just 'cause imma gangbanger, sweetheart, doesn't mean i don't have respect and manners. ] he stated. this was true. his genitores were tough and strict. forced their sons to open doors, say yes sir, or no ma'am, even pull out chairs. and will had respect for them for doing so. he didn't wish to be brought up any other way. [ and you're right. i don't know you. ] will stated, agreeing with the girl. but he didn't know why she tagged that along in the sentence containing the question why he walked her to her door. was it her heritage that you had to know a guy for him to walk you to a door? he was greatly confused, however, he didn't tread on it any longer. [ well, ] he stated, shifting his weight off of the building, and started to walk towards the car. [ when you weren't looking, i slipped my number into your phone. text me sometime to join you when you and your fidanzates go out to these.. parties. ] he chuckled. sure, he was sly, came with the job. had to be sly in action. cracking his knuckles, he leaned over, kissing the girl on the cheek. casual, and friendly. [ buona notte. ] and with that, he jogged down the path towards the car. getting in the driver seat, he wouldn't mind for it to start raining. checking his phone finally, flipping it open. taka moved into the passenger seat and cleared his throat, [ la stidda? ] the brother asked, glancing to will. will bobbed his head up and down, [ yup. lovely ] he commented. growling almost, he just wanted to go home tonight. not go run an errand. [ sei pazzo. ] taka muttered.
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Post by Lonestar on Aug 17, 2010 3:33:27 GMT -5
Yes, más o menos. Vocals reply, again mixing the english and spanish dialects simply out of habit. To hear why he joined was the biggest part which the girl was trying to learn from him, but her question had been more specific than that, asking more than just why he signed up, but also why he remained only a part-time runner when the benefits were more for a full-time member. It did not make much sense to her to take the jobs only jóvenes usually get assigned when you were the age he appeared to be, but maybe the man knew something she did not? Well, of course he did, it was after all his life, but the lass was knowledgeable enough about know the system usually worked to be overly curious as to why he chose the lowest payout rank with the second biggest risk. Deciding she was not going to correct him, the chica remained silent, mocha depths watching him although they were hidden by the shadows cast by the two walls and the overhang of the apartment's entrance. Frown creased features while he spoke, the vixen struggling with the gang's name he had given her. La stidda? I don't know them.... Surprisingly, the maiden had been expecting to recognize the gang in which he was in for some reason even if that reason did not make sense. Plenty of gangs, both small time and big time existed and there was no way to know whose arm extended in what area. The Rebeldes were local; had been since their creation about forty years ago and their fingers did not extend out of the country where their main hub lay and the surrounding ones; yet. Some wished to keep it that way. Others, like Carlos, wanted to expand; to get the name out there more than it already was. Most people within the state knew about the Rebeldes, even if they were considered small time by some standards. When a reputation is built, it spreads by word of mouth mostly and they had plenty of people to spill the disease into other's heads. Gaze dropped from his face to his body as the bloke pulled down his shirt and showed her the brand. It did not look too new, but then again the light provided for her to see it by was horrible: there was no moon and the one bulb on the landing was out. Frustrated she huffed quietly, wanting to get a better look at it to see if she could recognize it, but also wanting to see the damage it had caused. Tattoos, she had seen plenty of. It was a common way to mark gang members to tell whose allegiance lied where, but literally branding your insignia into a man's flesh when they were yours was a little new to her and frankly, she had never met anyone who had a brand embedded in their skin like a cow. Attention was shifted from that subject as the shirt once again covered his body, drawing her orbs to his features while he finished his statement, satisfying her original context of the question. Lips remained sealed; no words came to her brain that felt right in the situation. She understood now and had actually begun to feel guilty for what she had said about gang members earlier, but then stopped herself, the resolve hardening as Niyna realized she did not regret a single word. They were her feelings; she was expressing them. So what if he might have taken offense to her calling all gangbanger's stupid and greedy? That was how the picture looked to her most of the time. Half smile broke the hard lines of her facade, showing her amusement at his reply as the subject matter changed with her question. Eyes held a seriousness to them, the rest of his answer sounding to her ears foreign. Smirking ruefully so he did not see, the señorita allowed all the men she had ever known in the gang run threw her mind. Would any of them have taken the time out of their day to walk her to her door or open a door for her? No, that simply did not seem to fit into their "I'm a smooth ladies man" sort of style as they picture it. Funny how she found herself liking this stranger who did the gentlemanly things when in her mind she despised those others. Usually, only friends and family were kind enough or cared enough to even attempt to show you respect within a gang unless you were higher up on the totem pole. I asked you why you did it, not tell you that I did not like it. You have given me a lot to think about, chico. A gangbanger with manners... even to strangers. A new concept in my world. Grinning, she lifted her chin towards him as he approached, brow raising a bit when he told her she had his number when at no time when they had been together had she seen him take her phone from his pocket. She laughed singularly, arms crossing beneath her chest as the confident cock of her hip returned, a daring smile on countenance. That's right. I do owe you a latina fiesta. Shocked nearly into speechlessness by his unusual kiss on her cheek, the girl barely managed to mumble buena noche to echo his departing words as vision remained locked on his back while he walked back to the car. Vaya con Dios! I think you are going to need Him. Finally recovering enough, the lady yelled out at him, smiling in satisfaction to herself before she entered the building and climbed the flight of stairs to her third floor apartment, glancing at her contacts list to find his name listed as the only W. Zorro inteligente. Quiet vocals uttered with a grin before she entered into her room.
After waking up, showering and dressing, the girl made her way on foot to the local diner where her mother worked as was her usual custom. Walking in, she saw a poorly dressed, dirty mexicano hombre sitting at the counter, flirting with her madre. Gritting her teeth in anger, she was about to make her approach before she caught sight of Torno out of the corner of her eye. Redirecting her strides, the woman approached him, sliding into the booth opposite of him and kicking his shin as he stared into the menu. "Oww." He stated nonchalantly, not even bothering to take his nose out of the open booklet to see who had delivered the blow. Probably, he had seen her walk through the door and if not, he knew no one else would dare kick him for no reason, especially not underneath a table. Laughing, Niyna shot one of her usual triumphant smirks at him, leaning back happily against the booth while he picked what to order that morning. She had Torno had been neighbors since they were little kids; both of their fathers in the ranks of the Rebeldes. His dad had been with hers when he had died and after that seemed to have tried to make up for her loss by stepping in as her makeshift father, until he left. Word had it that the older man wanted out and could not face the trial that came with seriously getting out so he had ran, playing the coward and leaving his wife and children behind. Because of that, her childhood friend had joined up in the gang when he was fifteen, barely old enough to understand the oath he swore, but the members had accepted him as familia and Torno had quickly made his way through the ranks due to his quick, efficient method for work and the respect he had earned while doing his job. There was a time when Niyna had thought they would be married and have kids, but that ship had sailed a long time ago, about the time he had signed his life over to the thing she hated most. Hearing her mamá's unusually loud laughter, focus turned from the boy in front of her to the first scene she had walked into with an irritated grumble. A sharp whistle pierced the air originating from the area right in front of her and everyone’s attention was immediately drawn to their table; Tor had noticed the flirting too. Staring directing at the guy who outweighed and far outnumbered the twenty one year old in years, he jerked his thumb in the direction of the doorway. The older man paled then hopped out of his seat, making a hasty exit while the rest of the cafe quieted down. Trying to hide her pleasure, the essa glanced back over at him, biting her lip to hold back the laughter when he winked at her as her matron approached the table. "¡Aye! ¿Qué es dos haciendo? ¡Cada hombre agradable que anda en aquí espanta!" Angry vocals scolded, red creeping upon the elder woman's cheeks due to her escalated emotions and the heat of the job. Mamí, él era sin valor. A deadbeat. I do not want you to waste your time. "Well, it is my time to waste so I would appreciate it if you stay out of my business, ¿entienden? Now, what do you want this morning Torno?" Ducking her head, the maiden said nothing, waiting as he ordered before asking her mother for some orange juice and a breakfast burrito made mexicano style.
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Post by william on Aug 17, 2010 20:33:20 GMT -5
sighing, the male dropped taka off at their place. the quiet, remote mansion looked lonely and resembled so little. will hated the large house, but it was only built so large to satisfy the large amount of family members. his italian family back at home was large. and most likely, couldn't all fit in the many bed-room house. it was that pazzo. leaving taka to walk up the long cobble driveway- will had nighttime plans to complete. meeting up with the la stidda at the head's house. [ ciao ] was what will used to greet with the members around him. moving into the main office, marcello was there to catch will by the arm. giving specific instructions, will nodded. he was in debate whether to tell marcello that carlos and the rebeldes were at a party with will- and decided to go for it. because, if later on the la stidda found out about it, will would be killed for not delivering them the news first. [ marcello, some rebeldes members were at this party i was at. e 'stato interessante. ] all the members of the la stidda spoke italian. for all of them were either descendants of members in the la stidda, or were from italy. the la stidda's main thread thrives in italy- which is where taka joined. the gang moved to america, capturing all the italian males that wished to join and connect to their heritage. if you weren't from an italian famiglia you had to learn the language fast, or die in confusion. and most likely, in that confusion, die from not completing your goals. shame. it's how it worked. marcello nodded, fingers scratched his chin. [ grazie amico. ] he stated, his hand firmly patting will's back. will nodded, speaking nothing else and walking out the door. a newbie, benedetto, who was fresh from italy. didn't know a lick of english- but was transferred here because the american la stidda was recruiting. will hopped in his car, benedetto in the passenger seat. it was a quiet ride. it was rather short. going to a real remote place for a drug exchange. a dangerous job. sometimes leaving people dead. why pay for the drugs when you can just shoot someone and get them for free? benedetto was will's wingman tonight. opening the trunk, sitting, waiting for the buyers to arrive. it wasn't long, and the transfer was a quick draw of hands. will kept his hand on the gun hidden in his pant's waistline, while ben had a hand on a gun in the car. receiving the money, tossing it in the back, while the duo hopped in the car, retuning to marcello's crib. the money was in a bag, and checked to make sure it was all there. if they had returned with not the correct amouth- it would be the death of the both. ben was given the money- will just wanted to go home. yawning. he drove home. entering the mansion, his steps echoed up the marble staircase. going to the third story, knocking on taka's oak door. [ entrare.. ] taka muttered. will followed orders, entering the older brother's room. [ i'm back. ] will stated, hands folding into his pockets, right shoulder leaning on the doorframe. taka nodded, [ buono. goodnight. ] will slowly backed from the door. rounding the corner, going down several steps onto the second floor. entering the third room down the long hall, breathing in the room's heavy scent. no, it wasn't a dirty thick odor. it was night, and refreshing. made him feel comfortable. walking in darkness, he face planted onto the bed, and fell asleep. -- awaking, still fully clothed. however, no hangover. meno male. changing clothes, he rummaged downstairs. entering another long hallway, he found himself in the kitchen. miya throwing a specula at him. catching it, [ che è stato per ..? ] he asked, confused. miya was the housekeeper/old friend that was in charge of the boys, since their genitori still lived and worked in italy. [ ci si sveglia all'una del mattino? lurido porco! ] she exclaimed. [ mamma mia! ] will hissed, chuckling, under-hand tossing the specula back at the old friend. [ caro signore, ] she stated, eyes raising to the ceiling, as if she were talking to god. will grabbed a pancake, hands tossing it in the air several times because it was so hot. it cooled off in those several tosses. chewing on the pancake, checking his phone, no texts. he wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing. good that the la stidda had no complaints or needs from him. bad, nobody wanted him. shame. maybe he could go to the beach. and get an un-needed tan going on. looking down at his arm. he went the other day with taka, and he looked black almost- however, still holding an italian-looking color. stretching his torso and arms, he looked at miya. sneaking from the kitchen, he didn't exactly want another specula to be thrown at him. he was bored. so why not just chill at marcello's house? getting into his car, he arrived shortly. which was a pain. he wished he lived farther from the hell. parking down the street, walking the way to la casa. entering, he was almost mauled before they noticed it was a member. like anybody would walk in there without a death wish? yawning, he laid down on a leather couch in the tv room. the plasma held a soccer game. will didn't know what teams were playing, but the boys were shouting at the intense game. two to three. tight game. will's arm slung over the back of the couch, eyes trained on the tv, attention on his phone.
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Post by Lonestar on Aug 18, 2010 1:30:47 GMT -5
Facade turned back to the amigo sitting across from her with a smile as her mother disappeared into the kitchen to give the cook their orders, leaving them alone to talk as they always did. Meeting here in the mornings had once been a regular occurrence for the two up until the point of about three months ago when Torno had started becoming more and more involved with the Rebeldes and then he had been unable to make it for reasons that varied as much as the weather during the spring. The lass had come to cherish the limited amount of time they got to spend together even if she was beginning to realize that soon he would be completely consumed by the job, unwilling to have any friends outside of the gang and his family. She had seen the same happen to men before and the same signs were starting to show in her friend. He distrusted people easier now, more than he used to and it was sad for her to watch his personality deteriorate from the once friendly, open guy he was a few years back. Their talk stayed away from the gang and anything related to it although in the back of her mind that was constantly what she was thinking of and wondered if he was too. Her madre returned with their drinks and then their plates, ignoring them as punishment for what they had done to ruin her flirting with the older man earlier. As the conversation dwindled, a thought suddenly struck Niyna and after stabbing a section of her burrito she had cut up and playing with it for a bit, gaze lifted and met Tor's shyly, hesitating before she spit it out. What do you know about the La Stidda? Vocals asked quietly, curiously, mostly in english because it was safer to use the foreign language in a diner full of mexicanos who would understand every word spoken in english, her guise as innocent as possible in order to avoid raising any suspicion for him. For a moment, he froze while cutting up another piece of his pancake, as if shocked by her sudden deter into the realm they both wished to tip toe around, but then he resumed and lifted the bite to his mouth, chewing slowly and swallowing before pausing to answer her. "The italian gang?" Shoulders lifted in a shrug, honestly showing that she was not certain of who they were. It would make sense however, given that she originally pegged Will as something of the sort when they were at the party and his language sounded enough like hers to be connected in some way. "Their beginning was in their homeland, Italy. They only began moving over to the states a few years ago because the trade here is better. Mostly they've kept to the bigger cities, sliding into any openings wherever they can, but they've began to stretch out." He paused in his speech, looking at her in a searching way is if trying to figure out why the hell she asked about them. After a moment, her charade seemed to convince him and he continued on. "They are coming onto our turf and the turf of our neighbors, both brothers and enemies. El jef... I mean, the boss, is trying to work on a negotiation either with them or with everyone else so we can keep the peace. It's in the early stages right now. No one is making any quick moves. Why do you ask about them?" Anyone else would have squirmed beneath the glare he shot her, demanding the truth, but after knowing Torno for so long, the maiden had learned he was horrible at detecting her lies, even if it was part of his duty to be able to recognize those fed to the Rebeldes by others. Keeping a cool head, she shot him a dirty look, allowing some of her own anger to flare up: reacting just as he would expect her to if she had no reason behind it. Don't give me that look, Tor. Your hard ass act only works on pussys. "Oh yea, that's right. You have balls." Grinning, he shot a witty reply which earned him another glare before she brushed it off and continued. Do you want an answer or not? I heard the name tossed around at the party last night. I didn't know it so I decided to ask you. She finished, crossing her arms in front of her chest as she leaned back against the booth, still looking ready to defend herself if he did not believe her. Laughing, obviously still amused with his earlier joke, the man waved a hand at her, grinning broadly to make the scar that stretched across his eyebrow and down the side of his face to end at the middle of his cheek more prominent in her eyes, a reminder of a knife wound he had gotten during one of the local gang battles. "Paz! Paz! I believe you." Relaxing, she smirked and returned to her food, keeping up the offended act while he appeared to be blind to it and switched to another subject. "Speaking of the party, can you try not to piss Carlos off so much? El toro came into the house raving at me because one of his guys said you were with another guy." Eyes roll and she glances up at him, a heavy sigh escaping. He does not own me even if he likes to think he does. We broke it off a week ago. He is just a jealous bitch. Why do you care anyway? It isn't your problem. A short silence followed in which the fea's attention returned fully to her friend, brow lifting in curiosity at him while she waited for the reply. "A bitch he may be, but he is my problem now." Clearing his throat, Torno finally replied, shifting in order to pick up another slice of pancake, shutting down when it came to the business. They assigned him to you? He is your runner now? She asked, a little shocked that Carlos had been able to climb so quickly in the ranks and earn the respect in order to have a veteran like Torno as his handler. A nod was the answer she got an instant before the phone which was resting upon the table top beside him buzzed, signaling he had a text. Dropping his fork immediately, he reached over and pressed a few buttons, dark eyes scanning the screen as jaw worked side to side and up and down slowly breaking the food down into smaller pieces. After he finished, he pressed the red button, shoved the phone in his pocket and moved to stand, leaving a good quarter of his plate unfinished. He was being called off to duty. Silently raving, Niyna folded her hands in her lap and avoided making eye contact, hating what the gang had turned her friend into: a drone. Torno surprised her when he leaned over the table and kissed her on the cheek, standing and flashing her one of his confident grins which took her back in time to a simpler age. "Just let Carlos brood for a bit. Lay low and he'll forget you soon enough and go after another chica. And stay away from the La Stidda. I don't want you mixed up with their crowd." Vaya con Dios. Soft lyrics muttered, her gaze meeting his to show him that she had heard him out even if she chose to acknowledge his advice with words. Tipping his imaginary hat at her, he turned upon his heel and walked out the door with her worried orbs following his every step until he disappeared around the corner. Sighing, chin fell, allowing her vision to include the half eaten burrito on her plate, knowing she was no longer hungry. Looking over, she saw her mother talking it up and laughing with some of the customers at the seats lined up in front of the work station. At least she was happy and enjoying life. Normally, Niyna would be leaving for classes up at the community college right now, but it was on break and she was therefore left with nothing to do. Pulling out her phone, she pressed the down arrow button until Will's name was highlighted, teeth chewing at her lower lip as she debated texting him. Hearing Tor's words echo in her head, a defiant spirit rose within her and she created a blank message addressed to the italian. After all those years they had known one another, Torno should know that she never listened to anyone, especially when they told her not to do something. "¿Qué pasa zorro? It's Niyna. Feeling brave today? I'm aburrido and want compañía. Interested? You can find me on West Oak Street." Typing out the text, she sent it before standing up from the booth, waving a goodbye to her mother and starting out the door. Walking in the direction of Luisa's house on West Oak, the girl decided she would show up and visit her friend to let her know she was ok and get the gossip about what had happened the rest of the night at the party while she waited to see what the male's answer would be.
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Post by william on Aug 18, 2010 22:03:37 GMT -5
the game had gotten tough, and more maschi were standing, leaning into the screen. this was the dimora of most of the gang members. pursing his lips, taka moved his bottom half so marcello could sit beside him. examining the leader for a quick glance, noticing many scars along the forearm of the man. a tattoo wrapped around the signore's triceps area. will glanced back to the screen, bare feet hitting the carpet. it was a nice place marcello arranged. comfy, and definitely a man's cave. plasma screens everywhere always playing sports channel, couches, mini refrigerators stocked with beer, and a room decorated with a pool table, air hockey, and ping pong table. a young, yet experienced, guy named ettore stood up. you could see where all the tattoos on his neck reached up. 'fresco a morte' scribbled in neat handwriting along with the gang's symbol. it was an interesting yet basic symbol. since the la stidda existed for a long time. when it was a mafia, the members would get a five-pointed star in ink on their right hand- in between the thumb and index finger. usually it was called a stiddari. however, now only the leaders owned the tradition, as what marcello held inked on his skin. finally, it evolved into a five pointed star, still holding the original design, however, they added a 3-d effect to it. keeping the colors blue and black- unless it was a brank mark, which would usually be placed on the right ribcage. luckily, ettore was a tattoo artist, and inked all of the boys in the house so they didn't have to go out and ask for a gang mark. however, it was more of a choice for the guys to get the tattoo mark of the gang. and usually once you get one tattoo, you can't stop adding them. will already had a few, and felt the need to get more. shouting erupted in the room, a midfielder got a break and seized the ball and was running down the middle. and badda-bing, badda-boom. it was in the net. the room was sent in an uproar. will wasn't really into watching sports, rather just playing them. marcello crossed his arms, [ per cui un gioco? ] he asked, challenging the men up for a game. it was an interesting time when the gang decided to hold a game. usually it was just a pass with three people- but not the entire group. reaching the outdoors, splitting up. shirts vs skins. will shed his shirt and discarded it onto the grass. it was interesting seeing the manipulated bodies of the members. most torn, and bruised and inked. however, all their skins told a story. a story that was much more interesting to look at then tell. and, it meant a lot more. something that would stick with you for life. all had the brand mark. hearing the rottweilers in the back barking in the fenced in area, marcello picked up the soccer ball. tossing it in the air, whirling it towards ettore. dribbling it for a bit, will's team just poked around, passing it back and forth. the goals were four trashcans. simple, easy. playing street soccer- no rules. the cement was hot on his bare feet and the sun was felt burning on his skin. soccer was their game. it was really their heritage. it brought back their childhood- which was much needed. will got the ball, hesitating, one foot held itself on top of the ball. standing, he looked around for any open person. dribbling it up a few feet, taking it up a third of the field. kicking it up, double kicking it towards ettore who made a goal. a lot of shoving, pushing, slide tackling, and hip chucking went on. however, in the end, will's team won by only two points. the men receded into the house, cooling off in the air conditioner. returning to the couch, seeing a text from an unknown number. reading it quickly, then over again at the language. hmm, how to respond. biting his lower lip, he nodded to himself. responding: { sicuro. better not be a trap, signora. } smirking, he placed his phone in his pocket. walking out of the house, picking up his shirt on his way to the car. west oak? dove cazzo was that? that was somewhat close to where the partito was last night, and where he dropped off the girl. rubbing the back of his head before sliding the shirt over him. grabbing the gun that was still tucked in his pant line, gently moving it in between the door and the seat- easy access. driving down unfamiliar roads, finally hitting the street. it looked like somewhere to live. where was this girl taking him? fingers drilled on the steering wheel, eyes scanning. he was curious to see what niyna was like outside the party scene. some were completely different. some were the same wild and crazy party girl that never changed.
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Post by Lonestar on Aug 23, 2010 1:09:21 GMT -5
Party heels from last night had been traded for comfort found in flat soled tennis shoes; Converse brand to be exact, but not the high tops. One thing the girl never skimped on was her clothes. She liked to look presentable in any situation and enjoyed shopping when she occasionally allowed herself to splurge. Money of course was tight and that was one thing she could not afford to forget. So whenever she had spare amount of cash, it usually went directly to her mother, but sometimes the elder woman would refuse to take the extra cash and insisted Niyna spent it on herself or put it into a savings account. It usually depended on her wardrobe choices which option the girl would choose. Recently, buying new, expensive things had been out of the question with her dedication to paying for college, but that did not bother her much. The clothes she wore were nice and did not need replacing. Walking along the main road for about four blocks, she passed plenty of streets, each one a familiar sight: "ghetto" neighborhoods for those who did not have a lot of money to afford living in the nicer areas; all hispanic families. This part of the town had been sarcastically labeled "Little Mexico" by the rest of the city even if all of the residents were not technically from the home country. Some were from Puerto Rico, Cuba, and other South American countries as well as some Central America ones, but the dominant population was Mexicano. Turning onto West Oak, feet carried her past a truck load of guys, all of whose eyes followed her figure when she walked. One called out to her, obviously thinking he was a guapo hombre to ask her for some ass, but she ignored what he said and answered by lifting her hand to be level with her head, singular finger sticking up from a fist serving as his reply. Thankfully, the vehicle did not turn around and she was free to continue on her way to Luisa's house, knocking on the cream colored door to her friend's small house. The other chica was lucky: her parents were further off as far as financial situation compared to the rest of the usual families who lived around them and therefore could afford to pay for Luisa to have her own home while she furthered her education at the community college in order to become a teacher. Niyna was a little jealous of her living situation, but quickly got over the resentment because there was no way anyone could hate the always happy, fun, kind fea Luisa was, not even her. Besides, she was always welcomed at her friend's house and actually liked to spend a lot of time over there, enjoying one of the few friendships she had managed to establish. Most avoided her, labeling her a bitch because the lass did not keep her mouth shut when an opinion of a person came to her mind. It was not really bothersome in a community where the gang ran it all to be selective and limited in your amount of amigos. Luisa opened the door, still in her pajamas and looking tired although her face lit up when she saw who her visitor was. Moving into the house, Niyna followed her into the kitchen and watched with amusement as the other damsel made a quick, dark pot of coffee to try and wake herself up. ¿Noche áspera? Amused vocals asked, gaining a rare glare in reaction before bursting out into a fit of laughter. "I do not find it funny, Niyna. Carlos put the dogs on me. I could not shake them even when I got home! That poor gringo Matt ditched pretty quickly and I do not blame him. I hope you are grateful. I sacrifice a good night more than a few times because of you." Luisa grumbled, only halfway annoyed with her friend and they both knew it. Smiling still, the guest stood and hugged su amiga, knowing she had already forgiven her before she had apologized. Lo siento. "Forget it." After Luisa had her coffee, Niyna dragged her into her room and forced her to change before moving out onto the front lawn where the two could relax in the sun, tanned skin soaking up the rays without having to worry about burning. Once they were settled there, Luisa seemed to remember the night before and instantly looked eagerly at her companion, eyes hungry for information. "So, what happened with tu gringo? Did it turn out to be worth risking into Carlos?" Shoulders lifted in a shrug, half way blowing off the question she had been expecting since she had shown up. He took me home. His brother was with him. She answered, sounding bored with the conversation which got the reaction she was hoping for because Luisa appeared to drop it, leaning back to lay flat against the browning grass. "Too bad. He was mono, no?" Niyna laughed, resting her weight upon her hands with arms extended and braced against the ground behind her back, neck twisting so gaze could rest upon the other. Sí, he was better than most. Not a bad dancer either. After that, the subject turned to college, mostly Luisa's studies and how far she was getting. The mamacita was glad for the switch, wanting to keep off the subject of Will. It made it easier to hide from her friend that he was in a gang. When you lived the life she did, keeping secrets was something that quickly became second nature and although it was true she trusted Luisa more than most, Niyna did not want to give away the male's status and also knew that Luisa would tell Torno which could bring more trouble than the situation was worth. Luisa was one of those that believed all gangbangers were killers and would gladly shoot any random person off the street and because she grew up in another town, Niyna accepted this as simply a repercussion of her up-bringing and did not think too much about it. Strangely enough, Luisa liked Tor though despite his reputation and the pair often tried to think of ways to keep their mutual friend out of trouble which rarely worked even when the tag teamed her. Feeling the phone buzz in her pocket, hand fished it out of her front pocket and smirking, she read over his reply, trying not to laugh as she quickly brought up the outbox to type her own answer. "Depends on what you consider a trap. I can promise there are no gilipollas around if that is what you are worried about." Sending it, the device was set on the ground beside her, attention returning to the other lady while also pretending to not see the questioning cock of the other's brow. They kept talking about random things for about fifteen more minutes, the señorita tense while she waited for him to show up. Glancing randomly down the road during a lull in the dialogue between them, she saw his black jeep moving slowly down towards them. With a mischievous glint in her brown pools, she pushed herself up from her seated position, winking at her friend who looked at her with a confused expression and moved towards the street, pausing at the sidewalk and staring at the car with one hand propped up on her hip. When he came to a stop in front of her, she moved closer, stepping up to the curb and leaned over the passenger side door and into the open window with a cocky grin, arms folded in front of her. Taunt, dark skinny jeans hugged her figure tighter as stance shifted, one knee relaxing and bending forward till it rested against the metal frame, her other leg supporting the rest of the weight not set on her upper limbs. Hey. Lyrics greeted before she leaned back, opened the door and climbed up into the cab, looking back at her friend who looked surprised while trying to hide her amusement. See ya later, amiga. Te amo. Waving with her fingers Luisa laughed and stood, shaking her hand back and forth in return. "Y tu, loco chicita. Se divierte." After that, the other girl disappeared back into her house, leaving Niyna with Will. Buckling her seat belt she turned challenging gaze to him, one arm casually laying on the arm rest between them. So, what do you italianos do for fun around this town?
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Post by william on Aug 27, 2010 19:29:06 GMT -5
the street was somewhat narrow, eyes darting from side to side. catching a sight of a few sospettoso males crowded around one another. hopefully not some gang members. william didn't exactly want events to happen on a turf he wasn't well aware of. an advantage he didn't gain. lenses stitched to the side, catching down a very fine looking niyna. her pose was hanging off of the curb, and car was shifted into a lower gear, stopping. a hand flicked, fingers turning the dial- music and bass lowering as a response. her frame trailed over, lingering at the door. a simple hey was thrown to him. returning the greeting, [ salve. ] he purred, smirking. noticing her friend from the party last night, shit, he forgot her name. luinda? lucia? lucinda? luisa, maybe. that was an italian name, but he was sure it doubled as a spanish name, too. shifting, torso leaning over slightly so he could see the girl behind niyna. cocking a brow, chin lifted, the simple nod that was the physical version of simply saying 'wassup' in guy language. he decided to leave that subtle hello for the girl in the background, seeing as he didn't know her. first off, it would just be awkward. secondly, he didn't know what she knew about him. will was well aware girl's liked to gossip, and blab to their friends. one girl outside his group was enough to know. she wasn't even supposed to know what his name was, let alone know what he did. relaxing into the black leather seat, watching the girl enter the car. eyes watched as she buckled her seat belt. vision changed towards his left side, looking at the seat belt that wasn't used. ever. the buckle sometimes clanged against the interior of the car, reminding him of the danger he risked. however- he thought going through a car accident without a seat belt wasn't the most terrifying thing to happen to him. placing it into the first few gears winding down the road. hearing her question, he chuckled as a cover-up. shit. he didn't plan this far ahead. easing out of the neighborhood, thumbs tapped on steering wheel the music. biting his lower lip, he wasn't sure what he truly did outside the gang world. usually just sat at the beach, or just hung around his house- waiting for orders from marcello. [ depends, signorina. ] he stated, shrugging, [ i'm not like most 'italiani.' i have a different schedule than most. ] and all he said was true, sadly. tongue rolled on his bottom lip, left hand leaving the leather wheel to flick down the music. where could they go? it was too early for any parties to be starting, and his house was a no-go. he wasn't about to let the signorina go see his casa, she didn't have enough trust from him. and it was doubtful it could ever happen. a little slip of the word from that chick's mouth, and his house would be on fire. not a smart idea. with such being said, he didn't know where he would be able to take her. pursing his lips to the side, he didn't want to invite matt or taka to join them. seeing as then she would think he couldn't do anything without their aid. and he definitely not going to do anything near or anyone from the la stidda. flexing his arms, stretching for a brief moment at a stop light. [ how was your night? ] he questioned, some small talk. he knew where he was going now. a place where he would loosely hang around. it did, however, have connections to the la stidda. one of the member's father owned the place, and it had been owned for decades now. there was a simply solution- almost a backup plan, if you will. driving east, towards his house. left hand let go of the steering wheel, using the back of his hand to flip down the blinker. the restaurant looked decent and well maintained for being so old. [ hope you like italian food. ] he smirked. his culture was a big influence on him- and he truly couldn't get enough of his italian heritage. which is why he loved the small family-owned business. it delivered true italian dishes. getting out of the car, he closed the jeep wrangler's door into the frame. moving through the parking lot at a rather slow pace- taking his time, and slightly waiting for the girl to meet up at his side. opening the door, hearing the specific chime. the place seemed hollow, but still nice. [ [molto tempo che non ci vediamo ] the host greeted will. will only nodded, an arm slinked it's way around the girl's waist. [ sì, sì che ha. ] he chuckled, smirking. following the host towards the more back of the restaurant, sitting at a booth. comfortable, and kind of private. arm left the girl, and held itself on the table as it helped him sit down. being handed menus, will scanned over the italian words, he's just have risotto. clasping his hands together, elbows resting on the table's surface. hopefully there was a party tonight. will shouldn't be on call for the la stidda tonight, and neither did he feel like staying home alone. [ see anything you'd like? ] he asked, eyebrow arching with his question, interested if she knew anything about italian dishes. cracking his knuckles, the male leaned away from the table, and body weight sank into the booth. holding back a yawn, the dim lighting really making his tired mood worse. the waiter came by, obviously new. asking what the duo wanted to drink, the waiter's pen tapping the paper. [ sì, mi piacerebbe un pò d'acqua, ] he spoke, eying the waiter. however, the server only went wide-eyed, and shifted weight. [ water. ] will repeated. looking up to niyna, watching her for a moment. [ scusa about the not-really-thinking-things-through plan. this is what i pull outta il mio culo last minute. ] he hummed, smirking slightly as a dimple deepened on the side of his cheek.
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Post by Lonestar on Aug 28, 2010 1:45:23 GMT -5
Gaze remained on him as they pulled away, sockets narrowing as an amused smirk pulled over her kissers, easily catching the cover up. It was funny really; the lass had directed the question at him because she herself was uncertain of what they could do together even though she had been the one to initiate their meeting up. Both were pretty limited in their resources: he would constantly be worried about keeping her away from the la stidda and she would be worried about keeping him away from the Rebeldes and in a town filled with roaming eyes, which left only a few free places. Normally, the essa liked to chose the venue; to know where she was going, but she had to admit, this time the suspense of the surprise of where he might take her was pleasing. Perhaps it was good to not be in control of the situation all the time. Laughing at his reply, body shifted so spine could rest against the comfortable leather seats, eyes looking out the window at all they passed for her own entertainment. Aye. Your life is more regulated, no? More, boring? Turning her head to look at him, she allowed a small smirk to pull across features, again sparing no change to tease him about his gang membership. Sure, it was not voluntary, but hey, he did not seem to mind it did he and therefore deserved all the unfair lashing her tongue could dish out. Without saying another word, the lady turned away again, lazily looking out as the familiar streets faded and they headed into the East side of town, opposite from her West; the perfect epitome of them and where they came from. Those there the claims which the opposing gangs had on the city so it was only natural that as they left her area and moved into his, they entered into la stidda territory. The boundaries were not always so cleanly cut around the realm of town through which they were passing and most of the fights occurred there actually in the center of the tiny universe they all seemed to wrapped up in. Niyna wasn't worried about going with him to the places she was most comfortable. There was nothing about her to tie her to the Mexicano group except the tint of her skin, the tale-tale dark brown eye color, and the thick black hair. Surely her origin would not have her marked down as a target although; there was no guarantee in this life. Caught off guard by his question, the fatal instantly sat up erect in her seat and sent him a disbelieving look, staring for a while before even venturing to come up with an answer, posture relaxing back against the cushions while she laughed some. Uneventful. Then, looking back at him, she noticed the tired expression as he stretched and tilted her head, eyebrow rising in question. I would ask the same to you although either your night was either much better than mine, or much worse by the way you look. Running her eyes up and down him, she shook her head before returning eyes to look at his mask for a moment, wondering what it was that made him so tired. It was not exactly early; around two o-clock if you could trust her phone and they had not been out too terribly late last night. At least, not as late as she would have hoped she would have been. She doubted he had gotten a woman last night as well although it was simply added to the statement so that he believed she thought it might be a possibility and it made the comment more intriguing. Leaning forward, she switched the dial on his radio station to one of her favorites: a very popular latino pop culture channel that nearly all of the hombres she hung out with listened to. After only a few minutes of jamming to the tunes, the girl found herself facing an older looking building from a parking spot he had pulled into. Sitting up, the maiden glanced over at him, shooting a blank stare when he told her he hoped she liked Italian food. Instantly filling with dread, she slowly unbuckled her seat belt and followed the man's lead, opening the car door to step out onto the heavily cracked black top lot, dodging around rock debris in her short black, strappy pumps after pushing the door back to lock into its metal frame. Glancing up from the uneven ground, the damsel took long strides to catch up with him, not even faltering once in the shoes she had grown accustomed to wearing on a daily basis. Moving confidently even though she was unsure of her surroundings, Niyna walked to the door in front of him, stopping almost instantly inside and waiting a little nervously as an older man who was dressed very traditionally in a pair of black slacks, white button up collared shirt and a multicolored sweater vest approached her from the host stand. Will was there at her side almost instantly after and she was able to soothe herself a bit, still feeling very much like an outsider in this place that looked very down homey with soft Italian music flowing throughout the small rooms separated by perhaps a half wall. The weight of his arm around her waist snapped her back into her usual mood as she shot a look up at him, brow cocking as if to ask him who the hell he thought he was although she did no object further or pull away while he exchanged a few foreign sounding syllables with the man before they were led to a booth in the back. Parting ways, they slid into the seats facing each other on opposite sides of the table before being handed menus. Knowing it would be pointless to even look at the dishes they served, the fea opened it up anyway, not wanting to look like a dumbass just sitting there while he actually did something productive. Scanning over the letters without really understanding how they all fit together, the vixen had pretty much entered a state of a confused haze until his words called her attention, chin jerked her guise upward while mind kicked into gear. Closing the menu, she set it aside and let her orbs move slowly over what she could see of his torso before again meeting gaze, a playful grin on kissers. Sí, but it's not on the menu. Chuckling to herself, she let her liquids move to the waiter as he approached, looking about as lost in the place as she felt although at least his appearance fit the bill; his hide the same olive tan that her companion's was. Wide eyes turned to William as he rattled off some sentence in his native tongue, but glancing back at the boy in front of them, she was glad to learn she was not the only one lost. When he turned his attention to her, she smiled sympathetically and huffed a sigh, one of her forearms resting against the edge of the table while her other lay across her lap. I'll have the same since I have no idea what anything on this menu says. Agua. Looking even more confused by her last addition to the order, the chico quickly hurried away before anything else could be said to muddle his fragile little brain. Turning attention back to the male across from her, she looked entertained as he apologized for bringing her on a whim. De nada. It's nothing to me. At least you actually thought of a place. The entire ride I could not come up with anywhere to go. After admitting this to him, she flashed a brief genuine smile before looking away to take in the sights around her. It felt very much like one of those hole in the wall places back at her side of town, except the music there was more upbeat and the walls brightly painted. She could easily see why he liked it. Facing him again, she parted her mouth to address the real issue brought up with him bringing her here. You are going to have to order for me. Yo no sé what any of this means. Holding up the menu for a moment, she sat it back down to rest over his, relaxing against the cushion with hands politely beneath the table. I am the forastero here, hombre.
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Post by william on Aug 29, 2010 14:46:15 GMT -5
hearing the girl joke about his 'regulated' schedule, he chuckled. it was slightly nice to joke about such stuff with someone who doesn't really care or have an interest in your life. with taka; whenever the topic of the business came up, it was strictly tense and stern. well, it was sort of acceptable for taka to be like such. it kept will in check. and it made will want to stay in the job as only a part-time working schedule. otherwise; he wouldn't own the two separate lives he has now. with his question about last night, out of his peripheral he saw the girl tense up, then relax out. hmm, maybe he struck a chord with her? hmm, interesting. perhaps she did not suspect the question, and was rather confused in why he would be asking? however, he was just curious to how her night ended. hearing 'uneventful', he cocked an eyebrow. hearing the question bounced back towards him, along with her opinion, shoulders hunched up, then lowered. [ eh, ] he started, [ it was a late night after i dropped you off. ] he hummed. true, he wasn't able to sleep until early in the morning- but not early in the AM to see the burning ball of sun rise over the horizon. he had chores to complete. perhaps the girl thought he had made a booty call after he dropped her off? hmm, perhaps she still thought he was like all other gang members. selfish, uncaring, screw whoever over. too bad. watching her shift forward, and the song that was playing switched. another beat, new language, and a different sound produced from his speakers. hmm, interesting that she was bold enough to actually change his music. however, the new music reminded him of something that he would listen to back in italy. the language was somewhat the same. amigo, amico. agua, acqua. he could go on. but, sadly, a lot mistaken him for being mexican. shame, seeing as he had more olive than tan skin. also had a much different accent. stupid americans. a hand drug through his hair, spiking it slightly. he never used gel in his hair. that stuff was crap. his hair just natural turned wherever his hand pushed it. with the un-known words surfacing from the car, he watched her cringe slightly as he told her about the italian restaurant. [ don't worry. i won't put you in any dangerous situation. ] he snapped, eyes narrowing to the passenger seat. did she really think he would be that stupid to drag her into a place where the la stidda would be? it made him slightly irritated that she would think of his actions in such a way. angered, really. however, he didn't make that impression, and kept his small little rage and tension to himself. and well, he wasn't sure if they would be around. this was the casual place for them to hang out. yet, sometimes they were kicked out for being too loud and annoying. or if there was a fight- they would be banned. and weapons pulled out, they were thrown out. this place was nice to the members, though. just as long as the job was left outside the building. hearing her shoes slap against the concrete as she followed him, the sound allowing for him to know which side she was approaching him from- so he eased the opposing way, allowing for her to have enough room to walk next to him. chewing on his bottom lip. when she shot him a look when his arm rested on her hip- he let a deep-throated chuckle hit the air. dimple grew deeper, his amusement in her reaction gaining. the music wasn't usually audible at dinner time. this place was usually packed by the end of the night. the lights were dimmed, like always, and it made his eyes almost strain. however, he'd prefer it to be like this lighting, rather than blinding. it felt more soothing to him. the place smelled like cioccolato and candles. interesting combination that smelled well together. hearing her comment, he chuckled, shaking his head. this girl didn't miss a beat. he smirked, hearing that the place of choice was fine. he usually tended to let the girl decide- because he always felt wherever he choose wasn't good enough. those tight-knit girl's that acted like they were better than you always drove will mad. and yet- those were usually the one's he took out. scratching his jaw line with the back of his fingers. then hearing her comment about how he would have to order for her, he flashed a charming smirk. ah, he could tell her to order something, well, different. however, he didn't want her experience in this part of town to be a terrible one. [ hmm, well, do you like squid, eel, oysters? ] he asked, jokingly. however, all of those were on the menu. and were served a lot back at home. delicious, really. but were more of a heavy meal, than a light pasta severing. mind triggering a flashback of the menu and it's font with the different names for the different serving. perhaps she should just get lasagna. or pasta. the only downside to italy- the pizza. you'd think that italy was famous for their pizza, you thought wrong. it was an american dish, for sure. if you get accustomed to american foods, you couldn't eat an italian pizza. no way. it was too different. getting somewhat caught off guard by the return of the waiter. clearing his throat, watching the two cold glasses hit the counter of the table with a small clink. the server once again whipped out the paper, eyeing the duo, automatically waiting for their orders. will's elbow rested against the table, chin resting in his open hand. [ i'll have the risotto. and she'd have the.. ] he paused for a moment, trying to quickly decide what she would like. [ the lasagna. ] a simple, traditional dish was the thing that came to mind. the server nodded his head firmly, and walked away. [ nice maschio. ] will sarcastically implied after he was ear-shot away.
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Post by Lonestar on Aug 30, 2010 0:36:59 GMT -5
The slight attention she had been paying to him was heightened by his reply, gaze narrowing in response. What was his angle here? She had not expected him to actually say anything when she offered the vague opinion of the two directions his night could have gone in, but he had with a compliment that alone would have caused her to believe him a cocky hijo de puta like the rest of his type that liked to brag about their enterprises with women and at first, the chica was a little enraged that he would blatantly make it obvious he would prefer to go out of his way to get another girl to amuse him when she had been in his car to begin with. Yes, she had a pride and was used to attracting attention from men in most places, if not everywhere, she went. Anger simmered however, when she saw his face: there was no smirk playing on his lips or a look of triumph to his eyes that every guy seemed to adapt whenever they admitted to having sex recently. Relaxing back in her chair with a frown, the essa pondered what else could keep him up late. Surely his gang would not send him on errands at that time of night when they had previously been unplanned which she guessed they had been because he had been at a party and unless he had been simply passing the time there till business needed to be taken care of, usually people did not expect to get out of there till early in the morning. Then again, it would be no surprise to her if he had been doing a drug deal unexpectedly; jefe's tended to be unpredictable in their bidding and that was the life a recruit accepted whenever they joined up. A small smile was hidden from him while he merely cocked an eyebrow at her when she changed the radio station before looking interested and perhaps soothed by the tunes that came from the speakers. It was a nice change from her usual expectations. Most of the boys she had ever rolled with ended up cussing her out in spanish whenever she changed their radio stations and Carlos had even slapped her hand once when she had reached for the dial although he had quickly regretted that decision whenever he was left with a bruise on the face and an empty passenger seat. Men were just too uptight about their vehicles; acting as if the metal frame on wheels with an engine was the best thing in their lives and they were all overly possessive about it except for Will, it seemed. When they pulled up to the restaurant, she shot him a surprised look at the sharpness of his words as he assured her of the safeness of the situation. After wondering how she had offended him for a moment as she climbed out of the jeep, the fea quickly dismissed the reason why, but decided to hang onto the assurance for later contemplation, finding it funny that he believed them safe together anywhere when she knew the truth of it. Pretty soon, they were at the table and he was suggesting outlandish food for her to try after getting her permission to order for her, causing slight alarm to rise in her chest until she realized he was only joking and then a glare that had become somewhat of a staple for the lass was directed at him, the dark eyeliner outlining the edges of her already deep brown eyes making her depths seem black in the dim light as sockets narrowed into dangerous slits, arms resting across the edge of the table while she leaned forward in her seat. Order that, and watch as I shove it down your throat. Vocals warned, a challenging smile showing him that she was only playing along, but Niyna was still halfway serious. If he did tell the waiter to bring one of those dishes out, she would seriously force him to eat it. Just after that, the waiter returned, putting their glasses filled with water in front of them before pulling out his pen and pad, ready to write down their late lunch orders. Lifting a singular brow at him in mock amusement, the mamacita watched the boy while Will placed their orders, smirking a little at the curtness the kid was showing. Eyes followed him as he walked away, fingers wrapping around her glass and bringing it with her as she sat back against the back of the booth, legs crossing over one another beneath the table while one arm moved beneath her chest to support elbow as she drank. Laughing lowly, she looked at him with a mischievous look and took another sip of her water before setting it on the table and drumming upon the glass with her fingernails. We could make his life hell. He is our waiter after all. Allowing the grin to remain upon facade, the vixen glanced back to where he had disappeared and shook her head, forgetting their waiter for a moment to focus on what she would be eating. So what is in this lasagna? She questioned, not wanting to be surprised by anything. It was most likely that she would not recognize the ingredients, but there was no harm in at least knowing the names of what was in your food; at least then it seemed less dangerous. Speaking of dangerous, perhaps now was the time to enlighten this gringo. Oh and chico, in this town, there is no place that is "safe" for us to hang. You will be recognized for who you are and I will be recognized for who I am. Lucky for you, I tend to find dangerous situations perfectly fine on my own and can handle myself. Don't you worry a little italiano hair on your head 'bout this latina chica. Chuckling, she let her tongue roll over her lips quickly before taking another drink from the glass, waiting patiently for their food to come so she could taste this mysterious foreign dish.
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Post by william on Aug 31, 2010 20:15:22 GMT -5
hands firmly clasped the glass. moving the glass in small circular motions, eyes watched as the liquid moved with the movement. it wrapped itself on the insides of the glass, moving around and around in it's container- however, never hitting beyond the limits. it never spilled out of the glass. yet when it came close to spilling, will stopped the bored physical motion. head chucked forwards, evening out his frame. taking a sip of the water, lips narrowed to block out any ice cubes that slid towards his face. hearing her voice spark out in a threatening tone of the food, he couldn't help but flash a quick smirk. even more tempting to torture her with poor food than watch the waiter fail at his job. leaning back into the booth, torso sitting now more hunched than before. broad shoulder blades hit the back seat, arms crossing at his epigastric area. pursing his lips, eyeing the girl with a surveyed look. [ that's what he said. ] he cooly hummed the perverted joke. yes, usually it was that's what she said, but however, in that context this small joke wouldn't have made any sense. flashing a cocky grin that only showed the right side of his teeth, almost a nasty smirk, really. if she was only serious about him eating any of those dishes, he really wouldn't mind. it was all good- in his opinion. yet, different cultures. and his taste buds developed to accept unusual stuff. but, he didn't think it was unusual, and thought it was what everyone ate until he arrived in america. in this country, where all different cultures meet was interesting. as the girl's position changed to lean her body weight onto the table, her appearance growing as the distance between them shrunk. abdominal muscles worked the man into a more straightened position. yet, the muscles relaxed, and both elbows rested on the surface of the table. the light above them dim enough to cast large shadows over his features. puffing out a small breath of air, eyes followed the dorsal of the waiter. arching a eyebrow, chuckling at the temptation the mistress brought up. making this poor boy their aim at torture. sounded very tempting, and he bit his lip at the pleasing thought it would provide. he thought the conversation would have died, so he looked away. looking up at the decor on the walls for a moment, eyes looking at all the familiar italian objects. head snapped back, features changing. eyes going more wide-eyed in awe. lips slightly parted a bit in a small mouth gapping process. she didn't know what lasagna was? oh, shit was going to go down. hands slapped together and rubbed, indicating he was about to explain it all out. the posterior part of his hand gently tapped the table, moving down an inch at every noun he reached- [ well, it's a pasta kinda dish. and it was like, cheese, and italian sausage, and ground beef, and tomato, and lasagna noodles. ] at every word he almost paused, eyes looking at the ceiling as he tried to imagine the dish and everything in it. he didn't exactly know the ingredients, but it's all he assumed. he stopped, thought, and nodded. [ you'll see. ] he hummed, smirking at his stupidity of all that he tried to explain. sinking back into the booth, weight shifting onto his shoulder blades on the back of the chair. hearing the conversation catch onto another topic, one he was least expecting. and rather would regret getting into. listening, intrigued at how she was trying to explain herself and how she could protect herself. he wanted to laugh, but it felt inappropriate, and he'd probably get slapped in the face. she spoke of 'this town'. what town? her and her people had one town, and they had another. there was no sharing. but, the place where the two towns met and divided was a sketchy place. confusing, really. marcello wants to claim it, better business in those parts. however, him and two other gangs. rebeldes were the one of the two. tongue ran across the front of his teeth, eyes looked above the girl at the front door that was perfect view for him. eyes turned into slits, cocking an eyebrow. [ mamacita va bene, ] he spoke, his accent in her language sounded very strong, [ some of the la stidda members just arrived. you think you're so tough? here's your chance. hope you act as well as you can dance. ] he huffed, eyes trained on the several figures moving out of the SUV parked next to will's own vehicle. well, they knew he was here. this was actually very ironic. talking about danger, and who they were, and bam. will had to just be reminded of who he truly was. arm reached out, side of his forearm hitting the surface of the table gently. pinky raised, then lowered, and soon three fingers followed this trend. tapping his fingers on the table in an impatient manner. [ and, my little poco peli italiano on my testa won't be worried. as much as you'd like me to be. ] however, this wasn't and couldn't be true. he couldn't except not being somewhat protective over people. it was his nature, and he did a very good job with it. the males entered the restaurant, obviously on a business deal. perhaps they won't bother will. the maschio noted that it was marcello, benedetto, and ettore. his three favorite members. [ mama mia. ] he spoke, sounding a tad bit like mario- which he wanted to kill the creators of mario for using this as their quote. for now, whenever he stated this phrase, people would bust out laughing. at first, he and his two brothers didn't understand. till one was nice enough to tell them why it was so horrible. vision switched between the group of his friends and co-workers and boss, to the girl on front of him. leaning forwards quietly, acting as if he didn't see the trio in the doorway, and as if this girl in front of him held his entire attention. flashing her a warning look, as if making sure she wouldn't do anything stupid. if so, it wouldn't hurt him. since she was a girl, marcello didn't take well to girls.. let's just put it that he found them to be more of a prize and property and pleasure, rather than actual relationship, or love. ettore was the same way, but will wasn't too sure what benedetto's intentions were in the gang. will could count how many rapes marcello committed. something will wasn't fond of the man. but his boss obsessed over power- and found this to be something to gain ranks. either with himself, or others, will wasn't sure. the maschio cleared his throat, his thoughts running too far.
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