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Augustine: What's taking you so long ?
John: I fell asleep. I'm sorry...
John: Where am I going again?
I think I'm just gonna... yeap.
No one in this library knows the meaning of the words âshut the fuck up.â
He gets up onto a table, overlooking everyone in the library. "Hey assholes! Shut the fuck up... Stai fuckin' zitta to those'o you that can't speak fuckin' English. Now if you'll please excuse me, this fine lady can go back to reading..." he looks down to her book, unable to make the words out right away, "whatever she's reading, before I beat all your asses to a pulp. Thank you...--- Uh, grazie."
He gets back down, sitting himself down across from Sybil. "For fuck's sake..."
This makes no sense.
What doesn't, baby girl?
You know, usually people call before they just show upâŠ. but you can go ahead and make yourself at home while I dry off.
I kind of thought I'd drop by since I haven't seen you in... I don't know, how long? Since we raided the Cesses?
Does anyone know of any places that sell sushi around here?
I'm starved and particularly craving sushi... Not that I'd be able to really find out on my own. I've been cursed out several times already for being American and not being able to speak Italian.
Oh, ciao. Posso aiutarla?
I...
I'm a little lost. Vacationing here in Rome; I have no idea where I am. I...Crap. Lei parla inglese?
Is it really that hard for people to show up on time?Â
I'm here... I'm here. Sorry. I...--- Alexia, you're not even dressed yet. Let's go! We don't have all day.
"Area clear, 10-4"
If you're trying not to get caught... I suggest you speak a little lower.
Ugh, Iâm bored. Someone take their shirt off.
Uh... Well. If I were to do that, being that there's money on the table, this would look like a form of prostitution. Not that I'd object, but... I don't need the money to get naked.
Where is the bartender? I need another shot!
It's been a long day; pour me another.
This Is Roma: AU Event -- What if the gangs hadn't existed?
Name: Gianni Casaretta Age/D.O.B: 24/July 29th, 1989 Location: New York, NY -- vacationing in Rome, Italy Occupation: Financial Analyst to C. Casaretta Stocks & Trades
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He's young, charming... ridiculously cultured and talented. Who could resist him? Gianni Casaretta, though freshly exposed to a world of innumerable vices, was well prepped for what his path beheld. After all, he has been working for his father since he was practically a child. Carlo Casaretta made it big time on Wall Street when Gianni was just a baby and luckily, with much success, was able to turn his small one bedroom apartment into a financial empire that would run effortlessly for years. Basically having handed a job right out of college and the ability to bask in such lavish luxuries, Gianni grew up as confident as another suit on Wall Street. As mentioned before, he became irresistible with such a confident and bustling personality, he lit up an atmosphere wherever he went. Becoming such a prominent figure, along with possessing undeniably innocent features, made Gianni Casaretta one of the most eligible bachelors in New York City at the tender age of 24 -- just months short of completing his graduate degree. Once he was a part of daddy's business, the world was in his hands and he could do as he pleases right? And so he did. With such an accomplishment came the parties, the celebrations... the weekly ending 'jubilation' of winding down and ingesting the poison he's worked so hard to afford. Though, after a while... he began to feel empty. No amount of money could buy unconditional love in this world, at least not the love his parents were fortunate enough to have. And so, he was on the search for nirvana only to find true happiness in helping others. Within just nine months, he's donated much of his earnings to social causes, education benefits and constructing safer areas and schools for children in third world countries. Feeling such a love in his heart has made him a changed man and now he possesses a vision of only sharing his heart's content with another person ... his other half. After all, saving the world is only truly satisfying if you have someone to share it with. Now, Gianni's in Roma, the burial grounds to his ancestors, looking to fix some of the schools and communities in need. And who knows? Maybe he could meet the love of his life at the same time.
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I didnât know you could get so sentimental, John. I was.. joking. But remind me not to, because I suppose it doesnât translate evenly.Â
I didn't know you were... My apologies.
"Maybe I just wanted to see what makes you tick," she said. "Make you mad. Maybe I think itâs a good look on you."
She paused, studying his features for a moment. âYou tell me.â
"You don't want to see me angry, believe me..."
"I'm not lying. Besides, if I was... I would've been lying about everything else."
"Right," she nodded, teeth sinking into her lower lip as she heard him talk. Sybil then inched closer, her eyes narrowing slightly. "You do realize that I studied psychiatry for eleven years, donât you? I can read someone as easily as a baker can a cake recipe, so donât lie to me."
"I donât think youâre lying per say, just hiding something. I donât know why youâd do that, though, weâve known each other for years. Hell, I even called you âGianniâ that one time without you even throwing a bitch fit. Iâm offended."
He inches his expression closer, maintaining eye contact as his fingers subtly grazed her sides. "Offended I didn't budge when you called me by my name, Ms. Maverick? You should know if I don't budge whenever you do call me by my name, it's a sign of ultimate trust and respect... Unless you really craved the alternative."
Slowly, he brings his expression back into spatial distance between hers, cocking a brow as smirk illuminated his features. "Not lyin' miss. I just think you take those skills all too seriously. You think you really need use them if you've already called me by my first name?"
Makayla wasnât that type of girl that was so focused on her appearance. More so,sheâd be in the background, her head in the books. Her research is where she would spend most of her time in. It was a surprise to her than sheâd be approached. She chuckled as the blonde guy before her, she didnât expect him to actually check to see if she was okay. âIf I start blabbing nonsense, youâll know if Iâm out of it.â Makayla felt fine, just a small bump.
"Ahh, right. So if you start quoting nonsense out of Lewis Carroll's Alice in Wonderland, then I'll be sure to take you to the hospital... for safety." He jokes, taking a seat across from her as he eyed the book in front of her. Deft digits fiddle along the sides of his coffee before he exchanges a dimpled smirk.Â