If theres one thing that really sours my mood its leaving my home in Italy. I dont like to leave home for anything other than foreign beaches, lusty underage cousins or a good ego stroking.

Leaving home and crossing a fucking ocean to come to Georgia, of all god forsaken places has left me with what might be described as a yard long, barbed wire wrapped stake up my ass.

Since Sanfield doesnt have an airport I had to land in Atlanta. Being a third party representative i dont have much to fear from the Sabbat, and since all reports point to the locals being way too busy to welcome me i slipped right through. The hired cars, yes, cars, plural, i dont travel light when i have no desire to travel, whisked me through the night to the city of Sanfield. Four fucking hours sitting in a car wondering how my unlife came to this.

As my little motorcade slips quietly into La Nava Somesso i begin to tap on the glass that seperates me from the dull driver.

'Could we pick up the pace a little Bucaiolo? Any children out this late deserve to be run down.'

In moments we will be pulling up in front of the main Giovanni Estate. About god damn time, and i had better be expected.  

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Natasha watches silently as the motorcade pulls around up front. She's not quite sure what to expect from this new one, but she tries to kep her mind open. She is dressed a bit differently from her usual skirt suits. A red silk sun dress drapes elegantly over her, practically backless save for thin red silk ties crossing over her back. The skirt flutters a couple of inches abover her knees. Tall leather boots come to her knees, tall and highly polished with a sharp pointed heel. Her hair is simple, left to flow freely and perfectly straighted.
Se steps forward, glancing over the cars, wondering which one of these held the newbie.

 As Natasha sits at the window starting out I enter the room softly coming up behind her so my words will be felt on her neck and whispered, "So un pompinaio has decided to grace us with his presence. He is Allesio's problem, he decided to take him on so step lightly. He comes from a prestigious sire and bloodline, but I have heard he is nothing but an uno che va in culo a sua madre. We shall be pleasant, but we have our own duties to attend to," while he caresses her arm. "Please fetch your cousin and tell him his guest has arrived," lightly into her ear.

He turns taking a seat, its best to know who is who when this little shit walks in the door.

She leans back against Georgio as he whispered to her. She shivers lightly, her chocolate brown orbs meet his as she looks to him over her shoulder. Her cotton candy painted lip part over perfect, white teeth into a dazzling and most charming smile.
"As you wish my dear cousin."
She rises from her seat with precise and elegant grace. She crosses the room to fetch her cousin.

I climb free of my car as soon as the driver stops. I slam the door nice and hard and have no friggen intention of getting my own bags. All three carloads worth of them.

I look up at the Estate and give a sour expression of not being impressed. They say everythings bigger in America, i dont see it. The drivers stand and look at me like idiots. I dont give them any direction, they will figure it out or they will stand there all night. I head right up the steps and pause at the front door of the Estate. I linger just a moment to straighten my tie, run my hands back over my slick, greasy hair, and knock heavily on the door.

As she apporaches where Alessio is, she calls out in name in a gentle, harmonic sing-songy voice.
"Aleeeessio, darling? Where are you?"

Natasha will hear the echo of Alessio's shoes on the polished wood floor moments before she catches sight of him. He walks at a quick pace, one hand straightening his tie, the other bearing his briefcase. He nods to her as he approaches.

"I am sorry, I was preoccupied... One of my business associates seems to be missing..."

"I'm sorry to hear that cousin," she says, quick to follow behind him. Her heels tapping lightly in rythmn to his.

Patience is a virtue. I am not known for virtue. Not many of my family are for that matter... Since it would be incredibly rude for me to just barge into the estate, even after knocking like a cop i turn my growing agitation on the dim witted drivers. I raise my hands and make a face that clearly questions their mental faculties.

'My bags arent going to carry themselves!'

 "Allesio, It would appear that your cousin has arrived. I do hope you take your promise seriously, you know how unhappy it would make your uncle should you disappoint him. He is definitely not a man," as he sits smiling looking for the exact words," avere il cazzo in aria."

Alessio nods respectfully to the Don, understand full well what kind of man they were dealing with. He barks at a servant to get the damn door already. Taking a seat, he composes his features into his best attempt at a welcoming expression and patiently waits for their guest to be shown in.

2008-11-05 19:52:45 Alessio rolls 7 dice to Manipulation+Subterfuge 10,3,3,6,10,9,10 (5 successes)

When the doorman finally realizes his purpose in life i enter without so much as looking at him. The drivers outside gather up my things, less suitcases than you would think, given the motorcade. It seems i have a thing for birds. The drivers are carrying a half dozen birdcages with various small, brightly colored chirping things in them...

I strut my agitated ass right into whatever parlor or chamber the family is gathered in. Awaiting my grand entrance, no doubt. I spread my arms like im either being crusified or announcing myself.

'Ah Georgio, you havent quite gone all backwoods redneck on us yet.'

I taunt the uncle who is clearly my elder. I can get away with things like this and i fully intend to abuse my status while in this god-forsaken excuse for a city.  

2008-11-08 10:24:35 Natasha rolls 7 dice to char+express (charm him) 10,9,8,1,1, 5,2 (1 success)

I saunter up behind him, smiling a typical dazzling white smile. I'm usually better then this, I'm usually graceful and full of undeniable charisma. But, the heel of my boot catch on the oriental rug and I stumble forward, into him. My eyes are wide as I look up to him. If I could blush, I would be right now. I shake of my awkwardness. My glossy lips part over my teeth in a pretty, sweet smile. My silk gloved hands smooth up his tie, and down over his lapel. I regain my composure and seem to right myself.
"I told the help to move that damn rug a thousand times. I'm awfully sorry about this."
I bat my big doe eyes at him, pulling away and exiting to a leather high back chair.
With my back to him, I sigh softly. I ease into the chair, crossing my legs at the ankle like a lady. My hands fold in my lap and I quietly observe my cousins.  

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I take advantage of Natashas clumsyness. It may look like i nicely try to catch my cousin when she trips, but i take full advantage of the situation and cop myself a nice feel in the process. Oh the things i would do if she hadnt yet been gifted the embrace...

2008-11-08 10:43:57 Antonio Giovanni rolls 4 dice to Dex and Subterfuge (Cop a feel discreetly +1 diff) (Diff 7) 7,1,8,9 (2 successes)

'Oh think nothing of it cousin...'

I tell her with a sudden wide smile as i turn my attention back to Georgio and Alessio, who i have yet to acknowledge. It is his fault im here after all...  

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I smirk to him, a finely arcfhed brow quirked in curiousity. Quite the cad he is, to so brazenly molest me. At least he has the manners to be descreet about his lashiviousness. My umber eyes drift from Antonio to Goergio, and then to Alessio.
I can hear the birds. I like birds, they are wonderfully musical creatures. They understand you don't need words to communicate. Simple chirps, whistles and squeaks can easily convey your emotions as well as simply saying it. In my opinion, music is the most intelligent way to express yourself. She smile, coming back from my mental holiday, I wait for formalities to continue.

 "Not yet, dear cousin," with an arching brow. I do hate having to deal with these bastards from the old country.

"So how is your uncle?" I ask knowing full well how he has done in the lap of luxury, not needing a thing, certainly not sent to this asshole of the world.

"What of cousin Lorenzo and of his affairs in the big peach, I hear he thinks your uncle an ignorant slop, but I know you keep up appearances for the family..." trying to goad him into revealing what he knows.

I make a rude noise and wave my hand dismissively at the mention of Lorenzo. To be honest i dont know the guy too well but then again i dont really like anyone.

'Lorenzo is a foppish pederast, what the hell does he know.'

I will wander into the room and find myself a place to sit. Preferably with a view of Natasha. Because i can only glare daggars at Alessio for so long.

'Things back home were idyllic, calm and relaxing. Uncle says i need to make some progress in our necromantic arts and get some culture... you do have culture here, i hope?'

"Of course we have culture," Natasha practically purrs. "If you know where to look, a good show or exhibit can be found."
She smirks lightly, her eyes locking with Antonio's for a brief second before diverting her attention to her perfectly manicure and sanguine enameled. She looks over the job her manicurist did. This old bat hand the steadiest hand in the vietaniese nail salon she patronizes. They have late hours and are extremely clean.
She glances up to Antonio from her nails and smirks. Her attention moves back to her others cousins, awaiting a reaction from either of them.

 "It is said that culture is properly described as the love of perfection; it is a study of perfection. I would certainly state we have it here if it could be found anywhere, dear cousin. I am certain you shall pick up whatever arts you manage to grasp, especially with such gifted tutors," in a dismissive manner.

"I am glad to see your trip was uneventful. Perhaps your new residence will motivate your studies along. I am certain you will be missed dearly by our uncle. Surely he must count the minutes until your return, as I assume you will as well."

Shit talking is often seen as a useful skill amongst the other clans, but we differ in that it has truly ascended to an art form amongst our blood. Everyone being related certainly fueled its rise, violence is simply to vulgar for the revulsion we feel for each other.

Alessio sits silently throughout the whole exchange, face blank as a slate. He watches the cacasentenze's wicked looks, but ignores them. Sigh. That bitch may have given him more trouble than he counted on. He makes a mental note to inflict Antonio on Bellisa at the first possible chance.  

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