Dimitri Dragovich

[dimitridragovich]

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Task Two : Journal Entry

Contractor: Nikolai Charkovski Target: Maria Dawson Assigned: February 19, 2014 Deadline: February 28, 2014 Reward: $250,000 USD Location: New Orleans Security: Code Yellow Purpose: Eliminate Target And Retrieve Stolen Files

Day one. Signs of Maria Dawson remain minimum. She is staying low, not drawing attention to herself. My patience can outlast hers, but tracking the bitch down will prove difficult. Nikolai always did assign the most difficult targets.

Day two. A contact has notified me of a possible sighting of Maria Dawson. She is possibly stationed in the Omni Royal Orleans. Her alias has been uncovered. She goes by the name Elizabeth Conner. Progress is consistent. It shouldn't be long now.

Day three. I have seen Maria with my own two eyes. Plans are being made and weapons are being prepared. Contacts have told me that she is to make the file transfer within a week. Time is of the essence.

Day four. I have chosen the weapon that will kill Maria. A PSS Silent Pistol. I will have to kill her within close range. The most optimal location will be in her hotel room. A convenience, really.

Day five. The bitch is dead and the files retrieved. I have contacted Nikolai and will exchange the files soon. He will give me the reward money during the transfer. You are welcome, Nikolai.

—D

[fionanotgoode]

Fiona was touched by her friend’s reaction, because… no one, not even her daughter, had seemed genuinely sad before. In some ways, that made it more real. At least one person Fiona had known in her lifetime would grieve for her, would feel the weight of her absence from this earth once she left it.

"I wish I knew," she said, her voice breaking, "None of these damn doctors can give me a straight answer—either that, or they don’t have an answer to give at all. All I know is… it’s terminal."

She took a breath to steady herself and hold back a sob which she still had yet to let out. “Christ, I’m sorry,” she said, shaking her head and laughing, just to relieve the tension, “What a fucking downer.” She gazed back up at him, biting her lip slightly before going on. “You had to know, though, when you saw me and how… how shitty I look. Don’t remember me like this,” she implored him, “Please.”

She couldn’t keep it together any longer. Blame it on the vodka… Fiona leaned forward, dropped her head into her hands and cried. Everything had gone to shit, just like she warned him. One of her only real friends…and he had to come back now and see her going through this. He had seen her at her best, and now he was seeing her at her worst. 

[dimitridragovich]

"I'm sorry, Fiona." Dimitri didn't really know what to say other than what he's already said before. It's very different having to be the one on the end of losing someone. He's suppose to be the one that causes this pain, not the one receiving it. But that was a selfish thought. He could only imagine what Fiona is going through, knowing that she's about to die, yet not really being able to do much about it.

Dimitri wondered himself what death would be like for him. Heaven is obviously out of the question, but he still wondered where he would end up. What is eternity like. It felt like looking into a hole and never seeing anything forward. That was all his answer was for now.

"I won't, Fiona. I promise. You will forever be the reigning Supreme in my book." He never saw Fiona as anything less, really. She might have aged, but that power and will that Fiona usually demonstrated was nothing to laugh about. If there was anything on Dimitri's mind about the crying Supreme in front of him, it was respect and nothing less.

[dimitridragovich]

[scarlet-scripts]

It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Dragovich. I’m Scarlet. Scarlet Beverly.

I suppose… I suppose I shouldn’t expect anything less. Thank you for the advice.

[dimitridragovich]

Likewise.

It is the least I could do.

[scarlet-scripts]

Then I especially appreciate your assistance Mister… I’m sorry, how rude of me. I didn’t ask your name.

Why is that?

[dimitridragovich]

Dragovich. Dimitri Dragovich.

I do not mean to scare you, but everyone becomes familiar with danger here.

[scarlet-scripts]

Thank you so much! I really appreciate the help. 

I think I’m about as new as you can be, without having moved in today.

[dimitridragovich]

Well, I am feeling very generous today. I do not give directions often. Consider yourself lucky.

Welcome. A word of advice. Do not get too comfortable if you plan to stay in this academy.

[scarlet-scripts]

If you don’t mind me asking, where is St. Charles?

[dimitridragovich]

Down Jackson and turn left on Prytania. You should be there in no time. It is a ten minute walk, tops.

You must be very new here.

[scarlet-scripts]

Does uh… Does anyone know the location of the nearest bookstore?

[dimitridragovich]

The Garden District Book Shop near St. Charles is close by.

[dimitridragovich]

"This place has not changed since the last time I've been here."

[dimitridragovich]

DIMITRI DRAGOVICH

[mooredamien-deactivated20140405]

"Anyone in particular I can help you find?"

[dimitridragovich]

"No, it's fine. I can find them on my own."

[fionanotgoode]

She felt her mouth twitch up without her consent; it was a defense mechanism against her own emotions. “No,” she said almost inaudibly, “I wouldn’t like to but I… should.” Grabbing the bottle, she filled her glass once more, though more to drink was the last thing she needed.

"You picked a hell of a time to come back," she told him, keeping her eyes on the glass in front of her. "This time last week I had no powers, so that was… a lot of fun, as you can imagine." She took the shot, absolutely dreading the burn all the way down, but at least it was over with and she was just drunk enough to finally tell her dear old friend the truth.

"I hate to bring down the mood, I… I just wanted to tell you before you heard it from anyone else." She turned to face him, feeling the tears already glistening in her eyes. "When I told you that I was being replaced, that the new Supreme was rising, I assumed you knew…" Fiona’s voice faltered; this was so hard to say to someone she actually liked, respected, cared for… someone who had known her at her best, in her prime.

"I’m sick," she said plainly, not able to bring herself to say ‘cancer’ one more time. Not today. Saying it to Cordelia had been difficult and that was enough. "I’m…dying. I don’t have much time left." She held her breath, just enough to hold back a sob, waiting for her friend’s reaction. If it was nothing, she couldn’t blame him. 

[dimitridragovich]

"What? How is that so?" Dimitri asked, genuinely confused by this. "You're only... Well... You're not that old." Dimitri avoided saying the truth to Fiona's age. He knew how women can get with such sensitive subjects such as age. Pissing off the Supreme was something he'd rather not do. "Even Anna Leigh Layton died at a far later age than you." At least it was true if his memory serves correct. When he was given a tour of the academy during his arrival at the academy. It was the first time he was ever informed about his ancestry and it was quite a lot to take in, but he managed somehow.

Emotions wasn't something that Dimitri felt at all, he was numb to it all. Loss was just something he had to get used to. All the sacrifices he had to make to get to where he was, the sacrifices he continues to make. Still, this somehow made it feel easy to express remorse. He'd miss all of the possible memories he could have had with Fiona. "My condolences." He said in a slightly hushed tone.

He reached for the bottle of Vodka and poured himself a glass. Hell, he was even tempted to just drink from the bottle itself. That's what he did when he was alone, which was frequently when he disappeared from New Orleans. As he downed the glass, he wondered to himself why people made these glasses so miniscule. A larger glass would be more fitting for him at the moment.

"How long do you have?"

[dimitridragovich]

[fionanotgoode]

Fiona laughed, because what Dimitri said echoed her sentiments almost exactly. “We did have a hell of a time,” she said, “And I’ll admit I just plain don’t remember most of it… but it was fun.” Of course, Fiona had been much younger then, in her prime, at the height of her powers… she felt like she was queen of the world back then. Another shot of vodka, and Fiona was drunk—no question about it.

"Do you remember anything that actually did happen in Vegas?" She laughed again, throwing her head back. "I told you, vodka and I don’t play well together…"

She listened to Dimitri’s words and felt a bit of guilt… she had decided before that she wasn’t going to tell him about her condition, but now she felt she needed to. “It would be fun to go again,” she said, glancing up at him, smiling genuinely, “And I’d love to cause trouble with you one last time, but… unless you can go tomorrow, I’m afraid it might not happen soon enough.”

[dimitridragovich]

"Tomorrow?" Dimitri raised an eyebrow. "Well, that's very sudden." The only way he knows to get a flight to Vegas on that day is to either book coach, which he knows is not going to make Fiona happy, or to get a private jet. Dimitri had very good connections, from Mafias to Presidents, but that was still out of his reach. But that wasn't the problem here. Dimitri was a sociopath, thanks to his job, but he knew enough to know what emotions were appropriate for certain things. What tone people use. What face they make.

"Is there something you'd like to tell me, Fiona?" Dimitri asked. He knew there was something wrong. The look on Fiona's face felt all too familiar. A face he's seen many times in his life, the only difference was it was always a different person.

[wiltingvioletb-deactivated20140]

"The Supremacy."

[dimitridragovich]

"Of course."

[mooredamien-deactivated20140405]

"Stranger things have walked through those doors." He looked Dimitri up and down quickly, cleared his throat and made a small smile. "What brings you here?"

[dimitridragovich]

"Friends from my past."

[fionanotgoode]

As expected, the vodka burned all the way down her throat, not nearly as pleasant as her beloved whiskey. “Jesus,” she muttered, wincing, but when she took Dimitri’s glass to refill, she poured another for herself. She’d get used to it. His words hit home with her… she could deny it all she wanted, but her past had certainly come back to haunt her, in more ways than one. But when she looked into the eyes of her old friend, someone who had known her when she was truly in her prime—beautiful, powerful, everything a Supreme should be—Fiona couldn’t bring herself to confess that to him. Instead, she chose to glaze over it. “None of that,” she told him with a dismissive wave of her hand. “And you should feel honored, by the way. I don’t drink vodka with just anyone.” The second shot went down easier… a little.

Fiona grabbed the bottle and made her way back to the table, knowing she would need to park herself if she was going to keep drinking like this. “Remember Vegas?” she asked as the thought occurred to her, laughing at herself—she was already getting buzzed. “I don’t even remember why we went… but I remember stealing my ex-husband’s jet to get there. Well, not really stealing… borrowing.” She laughed again, “That town didn’t know what hit it after we got there.”

[dimitridragovich]

"Of course." He said with a smile. "As modest as ever, my dear friend Fiona." Dimitri often teased Fiona of that. He wished that he had time to relish in the fame or infamy he's built for himself, but he knew if he ever got lost in the moment, everything will come out of focus. Everything he's worked for will be undone. And he would be left dead, probably due to a mishap on his end. At least for his line of work, that's what he imagined would happen. Fiona Goode had the luxury to do that. But, he did like his job, so that sacrifice was compensated by other benefits of his job in more ways than one. Truly, it wasn't much of a loss.

"How could I forget?" Dimitri asked with a raise of an eyebrow. "Alright. I will admit, some of what happened is a little fuzzy in my mind. But I remember enough to know that we had a hell of a time." He smiled. Vegas was always wonderful to him. The lights. The sounds. The money. The booze. The half naked ladies dancing on the streets and casinos. He'd never actually sleep with one, god knows what kind of disease he would contract from one. Hell, he could probably get ten infections and a few STDs just by walking barefoot at a casino. But, those women were fun to look at, he wouldn't lie. "It certainly didn't." He laughed before drinking down his newly replenished glass. "We should really think about going again some time. Cause a bit of trouble. It'd be fun."