Christmas was usually a time when family and/or friends got together and celebrated a time of wealthy happiness. Wrapped gifts, tied with dainty little bows, were often passed out at such occasions and large banquet meals were served on traditional Christmas decor, reds, greens, gold and whites.

This restaurant was the closest thing to such an occasion Rachel would come to this year. Her mother in some other part of the country, Southern America, shared it with dirty faced children and poverty woes. Rachel couldn't blame her. There was more spirit in what her mother was doing then what most had this passing Christmas Day.

She had spent it at her own apartment, stuck in the loft above the bakery, watching the world go by with a dry paint brush in hand. No matter how she tried nothing would come out on canvas. Instead she was stuck with memories, both fond and not, and mourned such passing. It had been a rather morbid affair, she had thought after wards and was now sitting at a table with a dinner set out for herself, with only herself for company.

It was better than nothing.

The wine was good, the meal, a recommended pasta dish with roasted vegetable flavors and a tomato garlic sauce had been the perfect dish for the red liquid she swirled, now, in her glass. Sitting back in her chair, relaxed about the shoulders, one leg crossed across the other beneath the table, she had her eyes half closed as she listened to the keys of the piano being rung out through the quietness of the restaurant.

She could appreciate such small moments.

From his private nook, Alessio has been watching the beautiful young woman for some time now. She caught his eye the moment she entered, but he knows patience. Waiting until she is finished with her meal, he rises from his table and approaches her.

"Their is a saying where I come from: Chi mangia solo crepa solo... One who eats alone dies alone."

He flashes her a smile, gazing deep into her eyes.

2009-01-04 12:43:44 Alessio rolls 7 dice to Manipulation+Subterfuge 8,8,4,4,4, 1,1 (failure)


[[ugh! perhaps i came on a little too strongly]]

The movement of someone approaching makes her eyes open fully and her back straighten as she seeks to sit properly upright. She sets her glass back on the table, releasing her hold on its base.

Well. What to say to that?

She seems a little struck for a moment, perhaps a little tongue tied at the manner in which he had approached or delivered his line, but she recovers quickly and smoothly. "That's a little morbid don't you think?" Says the Louisiana woman, the tone mild and a little bemused.

Their is a tense few moments where Alessio's face remains completely blank. Suddenly, he barks a short laugh, shaking his head.

"Oh... I am so sorry... I am still new to this country... It is very different where I come from..."

2009-01-26 14:02:05 Alessio rolls 7 dice to Manipulation+Subterfuge; +2 diff cause I already seem like a creep (Diff 7) 5,1,7,10,4, 10,5,1,7 (failure)

He attempts an apologetic smile, shrugging his shoulders.

"I go back to my table now... So sorry for bothering you..."

She's not sure what it is about this man that has warning signals running up her spine and tension curling in her belly, but she's not one to ignore these things. Its with grace that she takes his blundering, but her polite smile is beginning to falter at the corners. "Have good night..." She does not encourage him to say and had chose her words carefully, even if they sounded casual.

After he has returned to his table, she's leaving her wine glass untouched and gets up to push her chair in and pay the bill. Not long after that, she's walking to and out the door, heading for her car. Its often that she's approached when she's alone and, unfortunately, most of the men come off as creeps (eventually). Tonight was no different, and it still made her want to go home and scrub raw her skin.

As Alessio shameful skulks back towards his table, an errant busboy blunders into his path. The young man looses his balance, spilling the drinks he carried upon the floor. The glasses shatter, the liquid splashing upon Alessio's handcrafted Luigi Voltan leather shoes. The lad has but a moment to go wide-eyed, the color draining from his features.

"M...M...Mis..."

[Burn 1 blood to Dex]
2009-02-28 19:57:40 Alessio rolls 4 dice to Dex+Brawl (used willpower) 8,1,9,8 (3 successes)
2009-02-28 19:58:43 Alessio rolls 3 dice to Damage 4,1,10 (failure)+2 potence = 2 Bashing

The man is cut short as Alessio's hand flies out, back handing him across the face with brutal force.  

--Last edited by Alessio Giovanni on 2009-03-01 15:49:42 --