| New IC LJ |
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Romeo is gone away.
dark_myths is my new IC LJ for all my PC's new ifo is up take a look and friend it up Peeps |
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| New LJ |
[Nov. 21st, 2007|02:38 am] |
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Hey all
Rather then making a ton of LJ's for new and different characters I made one for all my PC's.
If interested please friend dark_myths this is where all my posts for IC stuff will be going forward.
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| *Not Romeo |
[Jul. 10th, 2007|12:56 am] |
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I have felt kinda stangnant and tired of Romeo right now so I am doing a little writing for another character that has been kicking around my head. I am looking for some character ties and such if people are interested. Both friends and antoagonists. Obviously this will be contingent on me actually getting the character approved due to age...but the timeline followed by the fiction.
1385-Born Bastard son of a minor noble who is concerned enough to provide some school and training.
1400- Knighted by his father given enough coin to start as a Hedge Knight.
1410-Married and has the first of his two children.
1413- Sworn to King Henry and appointed among his men at arms as the King gears up for the invasion of france one of many hundred sworn into such service.
1415- Knighthood affirmed at the Battle of Hafleur
1415-Fought at Agincourt
1417- Embraced at his small home in Wales
1417-1520 Lives mainly in the wild surviving and coping with what he is looking over his family.
1520-1700 Enters torpor as he looses humanity for the first time.
1700- Rises and travels to the new wild America.
1700-1776- Fights in the French Indian Wars (for the English), then fights for the America's in the Revolutionary war.
1781-1865 The wars are over seeing America independant again enters torpor having lost considerable humanity during the wars.
1865-1890- Again pushes into wild America. Spend time on the frontier as a "Lawman"
1890-1970- Awakens again spends time in the battlefields in Europe WWI, WWII, Korea, and Vietnam. Comes back to the US and again goes to Torpor
1970-1995-A short stay in torpor before awakanng and reestablishing bearings in the modern world.
Concept short: The unhindered Ganrel tied to no one court or thing. The noble savage.
Longer Concept: This character has fought for several causes over the years all after his embrace of his choosing. He is guided by his faith, his morals, his honor and code. He will cooperate with Princes he sees as just but will not tie himself to any having seen men die simply for the whim of nobility emough over the years. I have a hope that this will develop into its own bloodline as a foil to the "Kept Gangrel" as he sees most of the Gangrel tied to a Court or a Prince rather then following their own ideals.
Inspirations: "Hedge Knight" by George RR Martin, "Last of the Mochicans", "The Patriot", "Tombstone"
The cool breeze and clean smell from the recently fallen rain both were fleeting. The new plowed field stretching ahead of us would be sown not with seeds but with blood. Our armor dented and marred from the siege of Hafleur seemed heavy as if it knew it would be tested again soon. The ravens circled above expectant of the coming Feast. The young King had attempted to rally the troops and for some the cheers they shouted subdued the fears of the heavy horse across the field. For myself and my men I called them to attention. We fatal few would not be remembered. The day would belong to the longbow and Henry if we were victorious, if we were not it would just belong to the French. We in the vanguard of the men at arms, we who must hold the line will vanish to history, to be claimed and remembered by chance by the ravens who would dine upon us tonight. My thoughts traveled to Wales. To my beautiful Gwen, to hold her once more was beyond hope. To see my boys Dylan and Cai. It was a vain hope one that was in God’s hands. That was when I heard it for the first time. I can get you through this. I alone but the price, the price will be dear. I had known it was there at Hafleur at the edges when swords clashed and shields splintered, but it was always at the edges never prevalent. It was never as forceful as it was on this day. The French would not charge we moved forward to the edge of the bowman’s range. To feel your wife beneath you again to hear your children’s laughter. Just release me and you will see them again. Then one day some other time you will pay your price. I kissed the crosspiece of my hilt. I would not give in to the temptation this demon. The arrows rained down. The French lost discipline and charged. Tons of horses, steel, and flesh came to bear upon our thin line. The arrows cut into them. The Calvary dismounted or retreated out right. Nine hundred of us to face the wrath of 12,000 armored men a thin line that must hold for us to take this day. You know I am no demon, no product of the Devil. I am what you can be, what you wish to be, what you know you are. Not the false title of a Knight raised at Hafleur, but the bastard fighting in the mud of the city running into the woods for solace there I was born. The lines clash the French out number us and attempt to push us back. I hack at any weak point I see, hands, neck, knee. Soon I am bathed in blood. The mud sucks at our legs, my lungs burn, it would be so easy to just let go to collapse under the burden, to rest. To rest is to die here on a small muddy patch of France. Far from your boys and your wife just let me loose… It is not a conscious thought. It was more of a release a guttural snarl turned into a roar. The enemy fell before me. The line we had was collapsing it seemed renewed as I pushed forward. There was no more thought no more feeling. I was a Beast unthinking reacting. The dings against my armor did not register fear or remorse as I hacked through the French. To this day all I remember is the blood. The blood and as the day was won I remember the cheers, the exhaustion overtaking me as I dropped to one knee and then the voice. So our pact is formed so we will again meet one day. We traveled back home. There I claimed the small plot of land I was given, I walked home to see my lads run across our field. I carried them home one in each arm to taste the lips of my beautiful wife. There I was happy for a time. Almost forgot was the battle and that pact until I heard the rumble deep in my soul as dinner was cleared and I watched the boys play. Enjoy the time while you can Jac. The price will come soon enough.
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| Roulette |
[May. 23rd, 2007|12:24 am] |
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The lights and the music from the floor of the Fuggedaboutit slowly slipped into the background. Romeo pushed into his office. Booze on his breath and still swimming on a cocaine high. He had already forgotten the woman on his arms name as he collapsed with her onto a couch he kept in the office. After taking some blood from her he left her with a separate memory and let her stumble out back to go home for the night. The club had ceased the bass and the rythym closing for the night.
For a while he sat in the backroom before sliding behind his desk and taking out the .44
He grabbed a bottle of scotch and took a tug while removing the shells from the cylinder.
Placing one bullet back in he spun the barrell.
Never Trust. Trust leads to pain.
He clicked the hammer back and placed it aside his head.
She had played him like a fiddle.
Got rid of her husband, played that stupid game needing to be rescued.
Then the episode with the "snakes" almost slipping into torpor.
Just more bullshit.
His finger tensed on the trigger.
*click*
Never Trust. Trust leads to pain.
Romeo clicked the hammer back again and put the gun under his chin.
Even went down to NY and delt with the bullshit facing her Giggolo bullshit.
Hell even in The Godfather Tattaglia was pimp, not the fucking whore.
He coulda even delt with that if she hadn't turned into a fucking harpy on him.
Now a fucking neonate younger then some of his suits had to open his eyes.
His finger pulled back on the trigger.
*click*
Romeo grinned ever lucky. Another pull on the scotch.
Never Trust. Trust leads to pain.
Romeo clicked the hammer back again the gun settled against his forhead.
The worst part is he still couldn't sell her out.
Couldn't set it up so she was taken out.
Oh his head could figure out a hundred ways.
But his heart, whatever was left wouldn't do it.
Again the trigger tensed and the pin slammed forward.
*click*
Never Trust. Trust leads to pain.
Again to the side of the head. The hammer pulled back.
Romeo laughed he gave the Council the choice what to do with his Praxis. At the time was the perfect move. If they removed him he would smile and let things fall to hell in a few month of not being able to control the Police, Media, Governemnt, Health, and the myriad of other controls he had they would crawl back. If they endorsed him the chance for questioning him was eliminated by their own hand.
The discovery the latest in the long line to challange his Praxis was his sire had ruined that well laid plan. Now it was beautiful his city had cut him out of the planning. Had pushed him away. If he wanted he could side with his Sire and this war would end decisively, for Cicero. Romeo was not used to kneeling however.
It got a little more difficult each time. The trigger heavier.
*click*
Never Trust. Trust Leads to pain.
The hammer pulled back, under the chin again.
Smiling Romeo thought odds were getting longer here as well.
Too many betrayls, too many false beliefs, too much abandonment.
It could have been beautifull it could have been right.
Like trying to pull a wagon through mud the trigger caused the hammer to fall.
*click*
Never Trust. Trust Leads to pain.
Hard times called for a hard man.
Pain taught if you used it correctly.
He had been going about this all wrong.
It wouldn't kill him, either shot. But he didn't need his brain scrambled.
Placing barrel the gun against his chest.
Slightly left of center.
He needed his head, not his heart.
The trigger pulled easily, the hammer fell.
Never trust. Trust leads to pain.
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| Complicated Matters |
[Feb. 1st, 2007|11:32 pm] |
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Romeo had never accounted himself a coward.
He sat in the back of the limo sipping on whiskey and smoking a cigar as he felt the bullet wound heal.
With a grimace he suppressed the rememberance of the way she felt under him.
He had just wanted to make sure she was not shot, but it illicited memories of that one night that seemed so long ago now.
The emotions from the past flooded to the present conflicting and not finding a proper hold.
He had avoided them for so long and what they meant.
E had come back into his life and filled that void temporarily or so he had fooled himself.
She went into Angelo's arms and embrace at the mere curl of his finger.
Even if she didn't would it have mattered.
As she stared across at him asking him what was wrong he wanted to tell her the words.
He had not.
He would not.
He was going into a situation where he could die.
She was worried about Julian.
The primping, pompus, punk would live.
Unless he hurt her.
Romeo almost laughed at the alliteration.
As much as he did at his reaction.
He actually did like Julian, if it wasn't for the fact she had chosen him.
Now he just had to make sure that both of them lived so she could realize the mistake she made.
Or at the least he would make sure Julian would live so she could be happy.
Romeo shook his head and downed his whiskey.
He had never accounted himself a coward.
Until he left Hartford without saying what he meant.
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| To the Mattresses |
[Jan. 10th, 2007|02:40 pm] |
Romeo sat in the dark of the club.
It was near dawn and he would be leaving soon but the only light now was of the cigar.
His vision was still clouded with red.
There were the inconvenient realizations that Rebecca was lost to him found what she was looking for in Julian.
E left with Angelo and would be following him to India. She always would look to please her sire.
Those facts annoyed him but it was for the best now.
Now his anger burned white hot and it was better there was no one close to be hurt.
Like the old days when he would push the women away except this time they left on their own.
In his city, his Domain they struck.
They killed a Kindred at one of his gatherings.
This.
Would.
Not.
Stand.
Before he had a passing interest in VII and Archangel.
They were an annoyance flittering at the edges.
Now he would destroy them.
Utterly.
Completely.
Without Mercy.
The death Donavan experienced would seem like going in their sleep.
You see the Court had seen Romeo annoyed.
They had seen him yell, and threaten, even resort to physical violence.
He was past that point.
In his silence there was danger.
In his silence death and worse was plotted.
First the piddling Brood of NY.
He would aid his neighbor to the South with them.
Then his attention would turn.
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| Bright Lights Small City |
[Sep. 28th, 2006|07:52 pm] |
Romeo smiled as he saw her cross the room.
Eyes turned from every table, men turned back to their dinner guests and flushed, stammering apologizes.
Romeo stood as she came to the table and helped her with her chair.
Wine and talk began the evening, at first there were the obligatory niceties, like a feeling out process.
Then some of the hard topics were hit betrayal, lovers, loyalty, the past, the present.
Why was she here, was this some errand for Rev? Getting close to me?
Perhaps the Invictus were probing for a weakness. Looking to see if lovely ladies could bring down the Carthian Prince?
Perhaps there is more? Maybe with the drugs out of her system she is looking for what may have been?
Maybe now that you are a Prince she is looking for her own path to power?
E licked the wine from her fingers and Romeo stopped pondering the maybes and whys.
That would wait for later.
More talk led them to better times and laughter.
Then out to the limo.
Then to one of his favorite haunts.
Looking out onto the city then into her eyes Romeo smiled inwardly.
There was never any confusion with E.
He knew exactly how she made him feel.
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| Recipe for Disaster |
[Sep. 27th, 2006|07:04 pm] |
Romeo brought the cleaver down cutting through muscle, sinew and bone with ease.
How have things gotten so complicated? How did things go so sideways so quickly?
The feelings I have for her make me insane, but I won't let her disrespect me in MY Domain.
Still I probably went too far. There was knowing things and saying things and sometimes saying them was a bridge not to cross.
Another wet thunk and marrow splintered.
It is as it is and will never be as I want.
Gideon is romanticized, as was Kent prior to him coming around again.
In the coming years it will be Antonitus who was a dashing and loving husband.
Perhaps in her next waking 100 years from now Romeo will be romanticized as well.
The Cleaver was thrust into the wooden carving block and a carving knife was taken out.
Chopping, chopping without looking his mind elsewhere romeo began the dismemberment....of Broccoli.
The lamb chops set to the side he began to remove florets from stems with dexterity.
Nevertheless for the now he would try and make things better, or at least tolerable.
He would endeavor to treat her as simply another member of the Court, the family.
His feeling for her as confused as they were would slide into a dark place locked away.
Finishing the preparation Romeo looked up at the staff. They seemed huddled in a corner to him.
Sighing he put the carving knife down and started giving instructions to the staff.
Slowly they came around to pick up where he had left off.
Cooking always did clear his head. It was pleasurable creating something.
Romeo smiled, well it would clear his head for a while. There was someone from the past coming to see him tonight.
It would be interesting to see what the future held.
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| Disunity (GOtM Part 2) |
[Sep. 21st, 2006|09:36 am] |
Romeo let his mind move back to buisness. The rain drops created chaotic paterns on the windows. It was appriopriate he thought as New York was disapearing behind him. The night had removed certain illusions and had illistrated that Carthians outside of Hartford needed leadership desparatly.
Kent. Romeo had several preconceptions about the man and several had been solidified others had been shattered. From their brief interaction he was not a cold manipulator. It almost pained Romeo but there was a part of him that liked Kent. Despite how he treated Rebecca in the past he seemed like he wanted to do the right thing. However he also was not a leader, at least not a Prince. Kent didn't like making the hard choices, he would have made a fantastic Capo, a leader of a kind, but not being ultimately in charge.
That being said the rest of the Carthians made Kent look like Julius fuckin' Ceasar. They bickered and quibbled. Danica pouted and stomped like a spoiled child deinied a treat. She had ambitions of implimenting a global structure but couldn't bring the Carthians of NY into order, she had a lot to learn. Yuri complained how he should be in charge without taking charge. At least Guillermo had the sense to know what his strengths were. Romeo wished he would take the lot of them by the scruff of the neck.
Samantha's death showed how inadequate any of the Carthians were. Romeo was angry at them and at New York. Making sure the rest of the night that his people would be alright he then arrainged to leave the city. Seeing E and Angelo surrounded by Crone Romeo suspected E would be fine he either arrinaged transportation or bodyguards for the rest of his people in attendance.
Seven and the Brood. Romeo grimaced. It looks like he would have to pay more attention to his southern neighbor to make sure things stayed quite in Hartford. |
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| Better off without me (GoTM Part 1) |
[Sep. 5th, 2006|10:21 pm] |
Romeo pinched the bridge of his nose as the limo whisked him to Hartford.
The soft leather seats cushioned the ride but not the sting in his pride.
Slowly his thoughts drifted back to Sophia Biaginni.
She had been the first a young Italian beauty. Chocolate brown eyes and hair, olive skin, cupie bow lips and curves in all the right places. Romeo had seen her for a few months before those cursed words slipped out of her lips. "I love you." It was no sooner then Romeo had managed to move her along to Rocco, one of his guys. Convincing her slowly but surely that she was better off with him. After 6 kids, and several Grandchildren and Great grandchildren later Romeo had been right.
The night had begun well enough. Prince Kent had upheld his word and would announce his support of the bloodhunt tonight. A few other Kindred approached him questioning why he had called the Hunt. All of their faces betrayed that they agreed with him as he accounted the charges. Even Prince Cynric could not bring himself to defend his childer.
Feeling full of himself Romeo entered the gathering.
Then he saw her. Stunning as always.
Even when she has 3 dead bodies around her drained dry she had been stunning.
E. Elizabeth had been her name, but her friends called her E.
The name alone had been enough to bring a smile to his lips. She had stumbled into the Fugedabout it a childe that should not have been released yet. Romeo had tried to teach her the ways of the Kindred, and had brought her to his bed. The addiction she had he could do nothing about. Or rather not in any way he could bring himself to. Sure he could have went into her mind. He could have altered her. But he wouldn't to that. Not to her. The addiction was too strong and he had sent her away.
Where he had failed it appeared David Jarvis had succeded.
The thought made Romeo sick.
E took her jabs at him through the night. He deserved it. She glided through the room more adapt at the Requiem then she had been. Javis had taught her well. She even matched SImon stare for stare. Aparantly he had helped her addiction as well. Yet another girl that was better off without him. Romeo smiled looking at his reflection in the tinted glass.
Somethings were never meant to be. |
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| Just in case |
[Jul. 21st, 2006|03:35 pm] |
Anyone actually reads this thing any more...
Ganked from everyone who ganked it from everyone else, so much so that I have no idea where it started.
1. What would you like to see me do with Romeo?
2. How can I improve the roleplay of Mr. Brazzini?
3. How can I add to the roleplay of others with this PC?
4. What kind of story do you see coming from Romeo? |
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| Loose ends |
[Jun. 26th, 2006|06:42 pm] |
"So this is what our third date?" She smiled coyly as Romeo closed the Mercedes door. She really did like keeping him off balance. The ride was pleasant and short. Keeping to the speed limit the Mercedes still handled like a dream. The Orphanage was before them.
Gertrude led him to the children and over the course of the night he altered memories. Their knowledge of kindred being twisted away. The deaths of their parents a cause of something else. Gangs, drugs, poverty. He created new demons to replace those that existed. New horrors to fight with their minds rather than with stakes. They would pour their passion into trying to eradcate things that would make society better, and the trust funds that Romeo had set up would make it possible for them to fight those battles.
Next, he came to the oldest Jason, and promised him his justice after making sure he would not undo what had taken Romeo the better part of the night. The fire in his eyes spoke to Romeo that he would keep his promise. One more child to avenge. One more promise to keep.
Finally, it was to Gertrude. To give her the chance to decide if she would pass or continue raising children much longer. Romeo was impressed she passed on immortality seeing enough pain already. A moment passed between her and Rebecca. Strange, then another as Gertrude spoke of her husband. It was a dynamic Romeo was too tired to puzzle out and too angry.
Victor had been to the Orphanage. Not to check on it. He had kicked down the door, invaded her home. Why? Romeo knew why. It was his solution. His only solution. If it was a threat kill it. No matter how young or innocent. What drove the man to this? Where was the Kindred who showed so much promise that night when he joined the Movement? Perhaps it is your fault Romeo thought. After all he sacrificed his Humanitas to secure your Domain.
Too late to return home Rebecca again stayed at Romeo's haven. As dawn neared he made a half hearted attempt to get her to stay with him. She refused prefering the guestroom. It was just as well Romeo's head swam with what to do about Victor. Was Romeo responsible for his decline? Would the Pastor be successful in restoring what Victor had sacrificed? How far would Victor go? Would he force my hand? Could the potential be brought out and this thrist for violence subsided and made to see reason?
Romeo was not shy about violence, he had used it in the past and would use it again. But it wasn't always the first or second solution. Romeo laid down and let his mind spin through possibilties. Part of him hoped for a knock on the door. Part of him just needed to think.
The next evening while wishing Rebecca a good night she stated to offer Victor compassion. Friendship from afar. It seemed rosey optimisim. But he did trust her and she stated she trusted him. Departing into the night Romeo mused. I hate to see her go, but I love to watch her leave.
Closing the door darker thoughts invaded his head. And what if I step back and do nothing and he delves deeper down that spiral. Romeo's phone rang. As always they were coming to him for answers. That is what a Prince does. He has all the answers.
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| Court |
[Jun. 24th, 2006|11:16 am] |
The evening began as he expected. There was shock and some initial defiance over the Treasure. Once the deal was detailed resistance was minimal and the open rebellion he had been expecting never came. Now hopefully both his people and Emile would live up to the peace. Finally a Harpy was elected and Jezebelle thankfully took her place on his council. Things were going well for the most part. Romeo announced the expansion of the Domain Hartford was coming into it's own.
Victor still brooded in the corner. Q was in attendance and looked like a dead man walking. There was never any joy to either of them. Romeo tried to search for something someone. Talking to either of them did not produce much of anything. Then he met with Pastor SIlas. Perhaps he would have success where Romeo had failed. It was Romeo's hope that he did. Romeo wanted nothing more then to bring them into the family. To bring something more then death and darkness into their Requiem. Romeo smiled to himself. How could one Kindred seem so successful and feel like such a failure at the same time?
Smiling things were going well, the entire Court was in attendance. The Brood problem resurfaced and again was quickly delt with. They were like cockroaches. For everyone that was destroyed how many remained?
Then again there was Portsmouth. The attack on SImon and Q because they were outside of an Elysium....watching. Then brought onto an Elysium and again they were violated. It made Romeo's stomach turn and lit his blood afire. How could someone hold Praxis for this long and not understand the importance of Elysium? Prince Cynric seemed not to understand the importance of a great many things, was his pride making him that blind? Or did he lack the courage of his conviction?
Kent. The name had once intrigued Romeo, perhaps someone who could be an ally. Maybe even a friend. After that night when he heard the name it curled his hands into fists. It brought red rage into the corners of his eyes. One thing to betray himself and follow by the nose where the Invictus led. It was quite another to betray The Movement to them and act haughty about doing so.
Was that all a small voice whispered in the back of his head. Of course it wasn't. Her story had solidified his hate for the man. It was obvious she had loved him. In return he "avenged" her on her former husband. While he knew she lived and did nothing to revel himself. For two hundred years. It wasn't just a lack of spine with Kent. It was abject cowardice.
Then she spoke of Gideon. Not wanting his chance at being Prince of New York being threatened by her. It made Romeo's teeth gnash and his head spin. Between those Kent, Gideon and Antonitus she had been betrayed time and again. It made sense she was sceptical about him. Fact of the matter though was although she was older than him....she ain't never met someone like me Romeo thought.
The Court ended with the Brood Priest on ice this time to be questioned later. And one more of Antonitus' messes to clean up. |
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| The Rev |
[Jun. 22nd, 2006|02:14 pm] |
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Back at the Elysium Romeo waited. For a short while at least an Invictus that didn't owe him almost his life would be in his Domain. Supposedly he was a high mucky muck in the First Estate as well. The Revarend entered the Elysium. Surprisingly he presented Romeo with a present. Impressed Romeo put it in his coat pocket and gestured for them both to sit.
Rev cut to the chase Romeo appreciated that. Wanting to know what Antonitus was Bloodhunted for. By the time Romeo had accounted the charges Rev's glasses were off and he was rubbing his eyes. It was almost enough to make Romeo laugh. Then when asked what the Invictus would do about it, nothing was the answer. At least nothing in any Domain that did not openly support it.
Surprisingly Rev then started giving advice on how to shift Domain's toward support. Why? Romeo wondered. Could be that Rev realizes Antonitus is as big a threat to the Invictus as he is Elysium or the Masqurade. Romeo tried to push explaining if he did get Antonitus it would be known the Carthians and not the Invictus were the one who protected the Masqurade. Rev didn't bite, but seemed to even want it to happen.
They talked for a while longer about the faliure of the Compact. Of Prince Cynric. It is an odd meeting. Romeo isn't sure where he stands with this one, what is his play? Why not support the hunt but give advice on how to make it work. Plausible deniablity Romeo settles in on. The meeting breaks and it is apparant to them both neither is going to be the others pawn.
Getting into his limo Romeo is brought to Court. It was the first meeting of a long night.
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| Brick Wall |
[Jun. 22nd, 2006|01:55 pm] |
Romeo spoke to him trying to draw him out. Trying to get it to sink in. The only thing that was obvious was that it wasn't working. It was like talking to a brick wall. Internally Romeo sighed. He had seen it before. Guys who decided they were Murder Inc. They lost touch with reality. The problem was he was a Kindred and time would come when he gave into his Beast which was so thinly below the surface now.
Victor had ochestrated it all for what? Daddy issues. Because Simon didn't hug him enough? For that he put the entire Domain in jeapordy and he still didn't see it. He didn't see the razor thin line on which he now balanced. How he hated Antonitus and that was what he was becoming, body and soul. It made Romeo want to scream. Simon taught him how to kill, but not how to live. Romeo wanted to show him, but it was obvious Victor didn't want to learn.
Searching for words Romeo hoped to make him understand. Hoped to see he wanted him to become part of what he was trying to build in Hartford. Something more than a Court, more then a simple means to govern. But it washed over him, he was ignoring it. This talk became pointless. It didn't matter. Victor was gonna do what he was gonna do and eventually Romeo would have to have him whacked.
Romeo walked away angry. It had been pointless. Victor may be too far gone now. Reason was second to the allure of violence to him. Fury from the corners came in. Romeo was angry with Simon for not showing his childer more than a sword and a bad ass attitude. Angry at the Invictus for not doing anything about Antonitus. Angry at himself for not knowing how to reach Victor.
Finally he was angry because he knew it was a matter of time. Victor was Antonitus waiting to happen if things didn't change. Talking to him was pointless. So seeing him devolve Romeo still used him.
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| Preparation |
[Jun. 10th, 2006|12:44 am] |
Romeo paused as he went to end the letter. How to sign it he wondered. Looking over the content he realized it was a moot point to try and hide. Not that it would matter anyway. If she decided to read it it probably meant he was dead, or torpored so it wasn't going to matter anyway. Melting the wax he sealed the letter and put it on the table.
Romeo had spent last night, well a small portion of it preparing the components for both sauces, on traditional one seafood. He had figured she would like the seafood since she was so connected to the sea and her boat. Either way dinner was coming to a finish and the wine was breathing. He checked the play list that he had set up to play for the night. It started with Bad Religion and U2, moved to Chris Issak and finished with Frank Sinatra. Mentally he went through another checklist. Satisfied he went about the finishing touches. Key members of his network were given precise commands if he did not contact them on Sunday night. All the preparations had been made.
Placing the lilacs on the table he heard the knock on the door. Opening it Romeo smiled and let Rebecca in. They both apologized him for acting exactly the way he wasn't going to her for misleading him. Transgressions forgiven they settled into a nice dinner, conversation about the city, buisness and pleasure. The meeting with the Treasure came up and inevitably the letter. Romeo was hoping she didn't press. It is kinda difficult to explain that you figured you would probably not walk out of a meeting you were about to walk into. Rebecca looked worried and slightly pensive. Thinking how to distract her Chris Issack's "Moondance" provided the solution.
Asking her to dance she agreed smiling. Romeo smiled whether she was interested or amused it at least changed the subject. Chris gave way to Frankie and the night was progressing nicely in Romeo's opinion. As "Fly me to the Moon" ended Romeo dipped her and as she came back up he tried to kiss her. Pulling away smoothly she smiled sweetly. Romeo slowly released her and both separated. She stayed long enough to be polite and smiled explaining it didn't seem like the best idea right now. Kissing him on the cheek she left taking the letter.
After walking her out Romeo grabbed the bottle of wine and retreated to his living room. Turning on Sportscenter he drank from the bottle and wondered. The pattern of their relationship remained the same. One night was full of arguements, passion but in a bad way. Another night would be all sweetness and kindness. Another night would be passion...in a good way. Another would be all business. Always she dictated the pace and the terms, that was the one constant. Shaking his head he figured one way or another things would work themselves out.
At least this meeting with the Treasure would focus him on what needed to take place. Perhaps it was better she didn't stay. Romeo needed a clear head for the coming nights. He needed to get Victor back and secure his Domain and the Family from Cardinal Emile. That was his city. It's members were his family. And yet again he was going to do whatever he could to protect them. Even facing down this Treasure.
As the TV played Romeo's mind raced through scenarios, what he would and would not negotiate for, best and worst case scenarios.
Little did he know he couldn't have planned for what would come next.
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[Jun. 2nd, 2006|12:10 am] |
Romeo sat at the table. The cards were delt, he watched the dealers hands. The he looked around the table. Faces painted what the draw was. Anthony had a pair, small probably 6's or less. He would bet to hard. Vito looked like he was gonna heave cavitelli. He covered it quick and bet hard. He had nothin'. Christopher smiled. It was good at least a pair of Queens. Romeo matched the pot.
So much to do. He had already met with most of them. Implanted commands small nudges in the recess of their minds. They would recognize her as a buisness associte, a partner. It wouldn't last forever but it would give them time. Hopefully none of this would be neccessary. Hopefully eveything would go smoothly, but you never were sure you would walk out of this type of meeting, the city would need his resources if things went badly. Romeo didn't make it this long without having several backup plans and he would make sure his city and his people would have the same oppertunity.
The flop came. Chrisopher looked like was gettin a blow job under the table excited and tryin to concel it. Romeo almost felt like passin Vito a bottle of Pepto. Anthony acted like he just hit a ton and pushed in half his chips. Small stack he was tryin to make a play. Romeo looked down at the flop: Queen, Ace, Five.
Kent hadn't called. That meant Marcellus fucked up again. That was going to plan. He pulled out his cell and called Austin. Maybe he had a lead on Simon's disperanance as well. A few moments in and Romeo was already heated. That dumb fucks plan was to go to NH to fucking Prince Cynric St. George's Court and take Antonitus, Cynric's son to the Treasure. It was the only thing that made sense. His boasts to Rebecca about getting Victor back. Not involving Romeo in his plan. The wheels were churning in Romeo's head then it clicked. Austin stated it was a First estate deal, they would deal with Simon. Jack-fucking pot.
Romeo informed Austin to have whoever was in charge of this cluster fuck contact Romeo. Add in some guilt about The First Estate doing nothing about a fuck who shattered the Masqurade and Elysium and hopefully he would work to get himself out of....wait a second did he just try and extort me? Romeo raged for a second then composed himself. Quickly Romeo slapped that notion of owing Austin down by reminding Austin he owed him a LIFEBOON and focused him on getting his puppeters to contact him. Goddamn Romeo mused I am trying to help him out. Ok now hopefully I can talk some sense into whoever is running this trial and get Simon out of the shitter and put Antonitus squarely in. At the very least he would find out how important Austin and Marcellus were to the Invictus.
The Turn came. A King. Christopher was shifting his hands toward his chips. Vito belched. Anthony pushed the rest of his chips in and looked around smugly. Romeo smiled staying in the pot. "Ain't ya gonna look at your fucking cards Romeo" Christophers voice was tinged with anger. Romeo had always had the upper hand, became a made guy first, Capo first, Consigiari. Romeo slowly felt for the gun he had taped under the table. Still there he smiled "I don't need to."
The cards were turning. Hopefully Romeo could make the First Estate see the error of their ways. Perhaps he could compell them to do something about the moron who was ruining their name in the Northeast, and it wasn't Marcellus. At the very least maybe he could get Austin out of his lifeboon and suck Simon into owing him. If only that pig headed bastard wopuld have contacted him instead now Romeo had to get Victor back without Simon's help. That just made Sunday all the more dangerous.
The river came. Anthony was already all in. His face told the sixes in his hand fully now. Vito was pot commited but he knew that he had nothin, his King Jack had gotten him into trouble, the ten never came. Christopher looked triumphant. Pushing all his chips in hands shaking. Romeo looked at the Ace that had come on the River. Chris' Queens were tough to beat. He sneaked a look at his cards. "Oh looking now are ya not so fuckin smart now are ya Romeo." Chris was estatic he was reaching for the pot. "Not quite yet Jr." Romeo smiled and pused his chips in as well. "Lets see what ya got." Chris flipped the pair of Queens over triumphantly. "Ha, I got you beat fucker full boat. Queens full of aces. Let's see what ya got."
"Damn a full boat. Nice hand." Romeo grabbed one card and turned it over. "That beats my three Aces."
"Haha YES big night for Christopher. Better man on this night Romeo" Christopher almost dove for the chips until Romeo's voice stopped him and encited a fury. Romeo flipped the other card.
"But is doesn't beat MY boat Aces full of Queens." Rome smiled as his hand shifted to the gun. "Not his night or any night Chris." Fury painted Chrisopher's face as he reached for his piece. Two shots rang out the first taking Christopher in the stomach the second in the head. Romeo shook his head ruefully. "Doesn't pay to be a poor loser, or to cash your chips before you've actually won."
Collecting the cash he left Anthony and Vito to clean up the mess. Taking a drag off of the cigar he thought "Also doesn't pay to count me out before I am. And it don't hurt being a little lucky as well."
Romeo hung up and called Rebecca. She deserved to know about Simon. And that Romeo had a few more cards to play.
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[May. 31st, 2006|02:22 pm] |
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Romeo knelt by the waters edge watching to rock skim across the surface. Anyone else would be worried about being assaulted by vagrants or punks. Romeo had parked the Mercedes and walked to overpass without a worry. H e had killed here when those threats were still scared of the dark. Looking out and tossing another stone he turned over events in his mind.
Romeo sighed, it was almost fucking poetic justice. Over his life he had been obsessed with power to the exclusion of much else. There was family, and there was Hartford, but love he hadn't had time for. A wife, children were liabilities weaknesses that could be exploited. Oh, he had known women and lust and held degrees of attachments even, always cut before they could become too complicated. That was why she confused him so.
Nothing fit, nothing made sense. The feeling that his undead mind conjured never fit her. Well almost never. He did know lust very well. But as he thought of her he grimiced that he would never be able to place what he truly felt. He would never truly experiance the feeling of love that a man had for a woman in a partnership, a mairrage. Always his undead mind would assign lust or an inappropriate love to her.
Not that it mattered.
That was the other irony. Finally after a lifetime of not wanting attachments of not wanting them to stay the night or wake up with them he had found one he wanted to stay, one he wanted more than just sex with more then just a night or two before moving on. Grimicing he cursed Gideon wherever he was for not putting her before goddamn NY. Antonitus for his fucking manipulations. Himself for waiting this long to come from the shadows and get involved in politics again. The funniest part was she didn't want him for more than a night or two.
Whoever thought they were going to be damned when they met the final death was wrong.
Goin to hell to pay for their sins.
Whoever thought that was wrong.
They already were. |
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[May. 30th, 2006|08:16 pm] |
Romeo sat at his desk in the back of the Fuggedabout it. Since Thursday he had been in a holding pattern. The "Treasure" had not returned his calling card. There was no movement on the whereabouts of Victor, wether he was alive or dead. Rebecca hadn't called or shown up. It was almost as if he was waiting for everything. Its wasn't something he was used to, he prefered to be proactive.
Not like he had been sitting on his hands. There was a lot to do just keeping the city running. Tracking down the Orphans was easy enough soon he would have to meet with them again. It seemed he had also traced down a club that was a lead on Jason's parent's murderer. Dorian was working on tracking down the graphitti artisits. That left the person who already knew the desrciption of the murderer. But there was no way in hell he was gonna call her again. He left her the voicemail, it was her move.
Thumbing through the book of occult symbology and ritual had proven little help in finding what had happened that night with the Brood. Abigal had stated she was a scholar perhaps there was someway to have her research them under the pretense of making sure they did not gain a foothold in Hartford.
There was certainly enough to keep him busy. If only something would break and the waiting could stop. |
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