Forest fortuna adiuvat.

An independent, semi-selective, private RolePlay blog of Prosciutto, from Jojo's Bizarre Adventure (Part 5). — Low Activity.

[ncnverba]

                     Tinkers of silverware bubbled from close and far from them. Ground level and theirs. Prosciutto’s watchful gaze every so often lingered towards any suspicious movement coming all the way from the stairs which granted access to the first floor,through the wooden guardrails, towards passersby, before transitioning back to the pinkette’s.

                     Against his better judgement, maybe bringing her to this place had been a bad idea.

                     ❛ ——Ms. Una. ❜ He starts, before doubt became regret, pouring olive oil on his salad. ❛ While I’m glad we’re joining forces to dethrone the boss, there is something that isn’t clear enough for me yet... ❜

❛ Why are you so headstrong in taking over his place? ❜

›@spiicegrl

[stickybucci-deactivated20200727]

♦️ Starter for @ncnverba ─

Once he caught sight of the man approaching, Buccellati braced himself. He didn’t know him too well, but he knew he was in Passione. And part of an elite squad at that. Perhaps, he had a message for him. 

He kept walking forward, murmuring, “Did you need to speak in private?”

[ncnverba]

                     A curt nod, subtle as taking notice of an insect crossing your way, supplemented with a hum. Prosciutto deemed it a suffice answer, and so, counting on the brunet’s compliance, sauntered along with him to whatever place the man took them.

                     Once felt that their minds were set on the same matter he’d come to treat and little else, the assassin withdrew a photograph from his breast pocket as he began to talk, turning it so Buccellati could see. ❛ There is a woman — a bakery owner —, under suspicion. I look for information to substantiate or contravene what I have on her. ❜ His indigo stare was ever watchful of the other’s features. With an effortless gesture towards the fellow mafioso’s general direction, he returns the picture to the pocket. ❛ This is your territory. Have you something to share? ❜

[cream-starter]

‘sciutto

[ncnverba]

                     ❛ My answer stays unaltered —your illegal trades are not of my interest. ❜ Words with syllables seasoned with the distinguished spice of irasciblity, as were the lines which surged upon the frown made the instant somebody decided to sit on the same sofa as he. It would be anyone’s guess the number of times he had been addressed to in this reclusive corner, under the faint light of the spacious music room.

                     Choosing this place in particular was rendering him anything but the pleasantries of an evening free of work and of his peers’ company. With cigarettes smoked to the very last, the Italian’s patience would not last longer than yet another attempt at selling narcotics to an unwilling man. ❛ Leave me alone. ❜ He grunts, leaning over slightly to take his bourbon glass and sip at it. And, as the person sat by his side remained like so, Prosciutto finally gave them the attention of his gaze.

                     ❛ Hm. ❜ Close to an apathetic hum, the man was not amused, but certainly felt better upon having his cobalt eyes meeting someone other than the pushy tawny haired man of a couple minutes before. Well, now, look who’s embarassed — not him, surely. ❛ Mistook you for somebody else. ❜ Though things were better now, they weren’t livelier either; so the blond set his back against the blue velvety cushion of the sofa to cross a foot over his leg and go back to watching the woman singing and playing the piano on stage.

› @xgodlike​

[ncnverba]

                     Being sent to Egypt was a blessing and a pity on itself — an opportunity to visit a country entirely different from his, but for the sparse time it takes to spy and perhaps kill somebody. Well, better savour the bittersweet than live with the sour.

                     Despite task-oriented and not one to sleep at duty, Prosciutto finds it important to tackle an opportunity when he knows there won’t be another to be gazed upon for a good nother while — if ever again.That’s why, while waiting for further instructions to be received the next day, the blond saw it fit to indulge himself in what word of mouth got him curious about.

                     It was night and the hitman had only money, his keys, a cellphone and a cigarette which was immediately thrown away. The warmth it gave was useless, as the cold of wind hit him harder. Still, nothing compared to his worst days.

                     ❛ Excuse me sir. ❜ Said he, politely and doing his best to keep the Italian accent off to a man much taller than most and, probably, a local. His long and copious lilac waves must draw quite the number of people to approach him. He must be the safest person to talk to... at least that was what the blond thought.

❛ —Can you tell me which direction is the Sequoia bar? ❜

› @llcebaby​

[ncnverba]

{{ Aight, let’s get this bitch moving again. Like or reblog this post if you want a starter.  {{ There are a few threads I had going before this post. If you, the other mun behind one of those interactions, want us to continue specifically that... please, let me know!

[ssnowflake]

[porunareff]

Exclusive La Squadra illustration to promote Medicos’ JJBA Figure Exhibition at the Shinjuku Marui Annex in Tokyo!!

[horrificmemes]

Suspicious Sentence Starters

Send me one of the following sentences regarding suspicion, trust, and paranoia.

“I’m not sure you have the best intentions.” “When have I ever steered you wrong?” “What makes you think I can trust you?” “I don’t trust you. Not yet.” “It’s hard for me to believe anything you say.” “It hurts that you still can’t trust me after all this time.” “I made a mistake, okay? Are you going to distrust me forever?” “It takes me a long time to open up to people, I’m sorry.” “There’s someone outside watching the house.” “I have a weird feeling about him/her/them.” “Why do you always think people are up to something?” “I won’t give you my trust. You have to earn it.” “You can’t live your life being suspicious of everybody around you.” “I know we just met, but you have to trust me.” “What on earth are you up to?” “So, what were you whispering about?” “You’ve been keeping a secret from me.” “I’m not crazy, we’re being watched!” “Why do I get the feeling you’re not telling me the truth?” “I’d rather be safe than sorry when it comes to people I don’t know yet.” “I trusted you once and I’m never doing it again.” “You see that person? I think they’re following us.” “I just get this feeling that someone has been watching me.” “Who are you and why have you been following me?” “I used to be a very trusting person.” “Where were you?” “I’m sorry I didn’t trust you.” “You won’t call me ‘paranoid’ when you realize I’ve been right all along.” “You were right, okay? I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you.” “Give me one good reason to trust you.” “After last time, I’m not sure I should listen to you.” “Nope. Nuh-uh. I’m not trusting another one of your bad plans.” “How can we trust this person?” “How do I know you won’t just stab me in the back?” “I’m sorry, I just can’t bring myself to trust you again.” “You were right. I was a fool to trust them.” “I’m not suspicious. I’m just cautious.” “I told you that they were bad news.” “No, facebook stalking isn’t ‘creepy’, it’s called ‘being careful’.” “I get a bad feeling about them.”

[goldenheartx]

[milksshrimp]

gold

[solomon-volfovich]

‘The street lamp shadow poured into the alley, like a shot out of a mystery romance flick. No sound but the paper trash dancing in the city smoke reminded me I’m out of cigaret’. 

 Dirty Honkers - Street Lamp Swing

[sictransitgloriamvndi]

[goudgezind]

2018 - When they all come together. 

[ncnverba]

Melone sat by Prosciutto quietly, typing on his Stand. He paused, looking over at the other blond. "You know, I don't think I know your star sign. What is it?"

                     Upon hearing the fellow assassin’s voice, Prosciutto levelled his papers down to look at him with cross-examination. It was as much of an urge to give explanation as it was not. But, seeing no harm in entertaining it, the older blonde replied before Melone could resume work or speak again.

❛ Capricorn. Why do you ask ❜

› @collectioexfortuna

[thequeenofnightlyrics]

[yomawaro]

ディアボロ集５