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Regarding Marcello:

For those of you who are unaware, Marc seems to have disappeared. Though some of you are remaining positive and assuming he only took a vacation, we all know that is very out of character for him. I assure you, I hd nothing to do with this, but I cannot help if you wish to assign blame to me. I am unsure of his location at the moment, but I have people working on it. This could be an inconvenience to me, but I digress. None of you would understand.

#imperiumrpgstarter #he's such the concerned father #lolnot

I'm going to the beach, anyone wants to come with me?

#imperiumrpgstarter #i wanna write fun para!

Beware the ides of March. I'm not really sure where that was going, but I feel like I've been holed up in my room forever and I've missed a lot of stuff. What's happening?

#imperiumrpgstarter #ha ha ha marc no you hate this day #worst day of the year

I need something or someone to do tonight. Everything has been so boring lately.

#imperiumrpgstarter #im still alive #and im so unoriginal

Into the Past || Open Para

Marcello's feet slapped on the pavement as he exited his room and moved towards the dock. His steps echoed through the silent night air, and Marc knew he was walking, but he didn't feel anything. A numbness had taken over his body, and his legs seemed to subconsciously lead him to the dark, still water. A million thoughts rushed through his mind and the tall, tanned man sat down on the wooden floorboards with a thud. He ran nervous fingers through his already ruffled dark hair and swung his feet over the side, staring down at the ominously dark waters. The sharp wind whipped through Marc's thin tshirt, but he didn't register the cold.

He was back. Marc's father was back for him. He'd spend the majority of his life, since he was twelve years old, running from the man and had tried everything to distance himself from his father. Hell, he'd even changed his last name. Maximus Castellani was the worst man Marc had ever met or heard of, a ruthless and cold-blooded murderer with no conscience, and Marc abhorred any similarity to the man at all. Maximus stopped at nothing to get what he wanted, much less any sense of right and wrong. And now, the man was back. Even worse, Maximus had said in so many words that if Marcello said anything about his past to anyone on the island, Maximus would kill them. Marc knew the man wasn't bluffing. It had never stopped him in the past.

Marc tried to push his thoughts away and focus on something else as he felt the anger and hatred bubbling up inside of him. He was a seasoned professional at masks and hiding his true feelings; all his life he'd always said that everything was fine, but the man was breaking down. He took in a shuddering breath and his shoulders hunched forward. His head was spinning and he felt his breath becoming ragged. Rage coursed through his veins, but a deeper sense of guilt and self-hatred arose to the surface. The feelings he'd spent his whole life ignoring and hiding were now crushing him with impossible force.

Even if Marcello could talk to someone about his problems, he wouldn't know what words to say. How exactly does one go about confessing that his father is a mob boss? Suddenly, a deep, throaty yell filled the silent night air. With a start, Marc realized the yell had come from him. He laid back on the dock, staring up at the night sky.

#imperiumrpgstarter #idk if this counts as a starter or?#whatever