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Post by Alessandro Dega on Feb 1, 2016 19:54:30 GMT 2
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"Say fuck it before we kick the bucket" A small smile had touched the corners of Alessandro's face as Mask seemed to be pleased with how the man had handled the situation; he was relieved himself. Offering a small nod with gratefulness, Alessandro then stuffed his hands into his pockets, keeping his hood down as they stood within the large hall. Alessandro's gaze wandered over the mask that he wore, once again, staring at the details while he listened to him speak.
Seeing that he was beginning to make his way off now, Alessandro nodded, feeling it was the right time to separate until another date, giving himself the chance to recoil his thoughts together and process everything, to learn to live with situations that would occur just like the rest and learn to become part of the family. Understand their ways. "Thank you... and well- thank you again for your help." He thanked and as much as he knew it was more 'forced' since they were put together, Alessandro was glad he got Mask in comparision to who he could of had instead.
Letting Mask leave, Alessandro took a step back and nodded with acknowledgement, allowing some way for the man to go. "You too, Mask. Arrivederci." He said in farewell, watching as he made his way off and out the mansion as intended. Alessandro on the other hand, turned and went to wander around the manor and explore, maybe go out into the garden. All he wanted to do was just walk and think, process and regain his courage and determination. He knew he had it deep down, it just needed time being brought out... so he could become part of the family.
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Post by Alessandro Dega on Jan 25, 2016 19:28:07 GMT 2
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"Say fuck it before we kick the bucket" Alessandro eyed the masked man suspiciously from where he stood outside the foot of the manor door. It was quite hard to tell this man's intentions when he could not see emotion; his face constantly covered up but Alessandro saw this as another test even if it wasn't. To see if you can trust a man who's face you cannot see and only relying on their voice.
Alessandro was starting to regret asking for him to join him, now that instincts were finally and properly coming to him but rather than showing this change, Alessandro rolled with what he said beforehand. "Not at all." Alessandro answered in a murmured, turning back to the door as he began to make his way inside, those inside instantly looking to check who it was but relieved when it was Bianchi members. And after peeking his way in through the door, the younger man began to make his way down towards one of the offices where he had came from in the morning for the job in the first place.
Coming to it, Alessandro knocked gently with the edges of his knuckles only to here a booming voice instructing him to come inside. Alessandro took in a deep breath but opened the door and began to make his way inside, leaving it open for Mask whilst he approached the long desk that he and a few others sat at. "Did the job go successfully?" The man had asked, eyeing the pair of them from where they stood. Alessandro had swallowed thickly and spoke up. It felt as if no words were going to come out, but he just about managed. "Y-Yes... though they opened the package sooner than antispiated, sir." The young man had answered, hands behind him and his face forward presentably.
The man looked questionably at Alessandro, scowling. "What?" He hissed lowly and went on. "What do you mean they opened it up earlier?" He questioned yet Alessandro spoke up. "Once we had gotten in the car, they opened the package... and well. Everything happened. We managed to drive off from the scene." He stated as calmly as possible, refusing to break his gaze from the man to even look at Mask somewhere beside him. "I see..." The man had murmured, rubbing his face with his hand to thought though he seemed to be brushing it off... which was surprisingly to Alessandro, especially after he witnessed the full thing. Did they even care? Probably not by the looks of it.
"No matter. You both did good today. You will get your payment soon enough and I'll be expecting some jobs coming up. Now leave." He instructed, gesturing the back of his hand to shoo them away from his sight. Alessandro had stared for a moment but his brain kicked in and told his legs to move, and so they did. With that, Alessandro made his way back to the door and back into the hallways, ushering himself away from the office and stopping in the main hall where the entrance of the manor was. He stopped and awaited for Mask, his eyes following the details of it until he spoke. "How did I do?" He asked, his voice trailing as if he wasn't so sure. It felt so brief, so quick... like it really was nothing to be worried about even after all he had witnessed. This was strange but atleast he got that part out of the way.
Who knew what else Alessandro could be in store for in the future and may it will take his states; physically, mentally and emotionally.
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Post by Alessandro Dega on Jan 15, 2016 1:16:23 GMT 2
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"Say fuck it before we kick the bucket" Alessandro nodded towards the greeting though he grew confused when he did not mentioned his own and explained. His reason seemed... understandable and maybe someday he would trust him enough to give him his name though Alessandro's mind was still confused. Bunny? Who the hell called him Bunny? Strange he thought but shook it off once again and went along with Mask instead. "I'll go with Mask then." He answered, staring forward still out of the windscreen.
Once the car had seemed to come to a stop, Alessandro gazed over to Mask with a nervous stare now that he brought up the report that he almost forgot about. "Erm- I think so." He answered, closing his eyes briefly as he took in another longing inhale, slowly exhaling from his mouth. Breath, Sandro. Breath he told himself and then pulled on the handle of the car door, letting himself out.
Wandering up to the entrance of the Bianchi manor, Sandro turned before he opened the door and stared over at Mask once he was near. "You're coming in with me? Right?" He questioned curiously, maybe some moral support would be useful for his nerves, even if he didn't have to say anything but maybe some 'eye signals' could help his confidence if he was doing something wrong or right... for future purposes of course.
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Post by Alessandro Dega on Jan 9, 2016 13:57:01 GMT 2
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"Say fuck it before we kick the bucket" "Noted." Once again, Alessandro took his word for it, the advise of his life in the future of the Bianchi. It came to his realisation that there was so much to expect from the young Italian... hopefully and surely he would be able to keep that respect.
Alessandro then noticed the tone of the amused man after his remark which left Alessandro smiling softly in return. As much as he was strange... being masked and all, Alessandro was beginning to grow to liking him; especially after saving his ass... God knows what would of happened if Sandro was left to do this alone.
Tugging on the end of his hood, he eventually lifted it back over his head to give some comfort, settling the back of his skull back into the leather seat with a quiet sigh to himself. His eyes stared out onto the streets that became familiar with heading back to the manor. He had glanced back at the man, listening to his advise once more, nodding slowly but turned his eyes back to the road.
His heart was beginning to beat a little quicker as the manor was coming more into view however in the car, he did his best to make it look less noticeable. With this short time left in the car with the masked man, he soon built the courage to ask: "What is your name by the way? I'm Alessandro." He told him, figuring it would probably be best to know somebody he liked and atleast got on with in the slightest inside the manor.
Who could you truly trust in the Bianchi family after all?
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Post by Alessandro Dega on Jan 2, 2016 16:24:08 GMT 2
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"Say fuck it before we kick the bucket" Alessandro had mostly calmed by now and began to fasten his belt across his body somewhat tightly. His mind was still baffled on what had happened but now that conversation had taken up the silence of the car they both sat in, it actually seemed to calm him. Thank God, he thought to himself but simply kept quiet for the time being until the other man spoke.
His eyes had glanced over to the man when he did speak. Turning his face to him, Alessandro let out a small sigh to the thought and shrugged lightly, eventually replying. "Not very long. Like I said, it was my family that offered me this job. They obviously weren't entirely familiar with what the family does," He scoffed but went on regardless, "It's not like I want to leave, even just after what happened. I want to stay and work... but I've never been in anything similar - business wise - before this," he murmured, letting out a small sigh as he glanced out of the windscreen once more.
"But you're right. I imagine you've seen worse than that along with probably the rest of the family. Maybe this was a good start for that." He laughed, mainly nervously as his pale eyes stared forward and his fingers rubbing and tugging at his knuckles on each hand. It was crazy what he had willingly let himself into, but even with what he had just witnessed along with other assumptions he was making already in his mind that he could imagine himself being in, it did not frighten him to the point of wanting to leave. He wouldn't and probably couldn't without his life, but regardless, he wanted to be with the family and wanted to work for them, no matter the outcome.
As the masked man spoke again, Alessandro glanced at him, quite surprised by his... approval of him? It made him feel a little more confident that somebody more experienced than him in the family had praised him, even in the slightest, if it was truly intended. "Thanks... I hope you don't regret saying that down the line." He scoffed jokingly, a small grin peaking his lips, gradually beginning to get comfortable.
His eyes followed the busy, calm streets, his body still slightly nervous that the area was going on so normally even after such an event, even if it was just a minor to the family. Alessandro's questions were answered but he shook his head to his last statement. "Don't apologise. It was exciting, I'll admit that for being inexperienced as I am. It was the family that gave us the job, not you." He assured, propping his elbow beside the window next to him so his hand could be used as support to rest his head against.
Sandro listened on however as he went on and the Italian glanced over to him with some surprise. "Really? I mean... If you want me to, I can." He answered, praying that his nerves were rock bottom when he was going to inform them. "Hopefully they aren't angry about them opening the box so soon. Maybe their intention was for them to wait until they were both at their base to open it and both - or more - be injured and-or dead." He admitted, a bit anxious that the way they both went on - more so Alessandro - encouraged them to open it sooner than the family wanted them to.
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Post by Alessandro Dega on Dec 31, 2015 1:22:16 GMT 2
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"Say fuck it before we kick the bucket" The Italian listened attentively but his main focus internally was to simply calm down. Tsk, simply? How could you simply calm down after witnessing something like that? But then again, did it seem to fly over his head on who he was actually working with. It was no sunshine and rainbows in the Mafia and already as he began to calm himself down, Alessandro felt embarrassed by his own foolishness.
Eventually, he took deeper and calmer breaths through his nose, his wide eyes staring out of the windscreen as the man spoke. Everything seemed so much brighter, as if light just perked up after almost losing his if he took the risk of being curious. "T-Thanks? I mean... I guess." Alessandro murmured towards the man, removing his hands from the seat and letting them rest inside his jacket pockets; but he kept his word of advise in mind however.
Alessandro had already been observing the family from the beginning and now he had been with this man... therefore all that he was saying to him, he took in to remind himself in the future since it became apparent that these kind of scenarios were going to happen more than often; but again, what did he expect? "You have a point." He murmured again in reply, his eyes narrowing around the seemingly brighter streets they drove down together.
Now that the masked one began to speak about what he had caught him on, Alessandro turned his face to him, his eyes narrowed in the corners of his sockets whilst he listened again and it seemed he had also caught Alessandro's caution. "I'm sorry," He apologised but went on, "I guess now that you mentioned about how 'you should second guess every intention and then second guess even more', that I'm keeping it in mind." He finalised with a small nod, glancing back out of the windscreen again.
Strangely enough, Alessandro had some slight trust in this man, even though he didn't even know what he looked like. There was something about him... his voice, it made him sound smart with the way he worded things but maybe he was being manipulative? All this process was a bit of a knock to the brain but he was grateful he wasn't left behind, since he could of, though that could of risked his life too for breaking alliances. Either way, he didn't, so if he truly didn't care much for the family, he wouldn't of cared either about allies.
"So um- where to now?" He asked, wondering what the next part of this mission was or whether or not it was over and they could head back to the house. Alessandro was feeling a bit sceptical, nervous that if they saw his nervousness, they wouldn't think he was fit for the job. Alessandro did want to join the Mafia after his father offered the position for him but he wanted to assure the family that he was fit for it too and that he was strong enough to handle anything they threw at him.
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Post by Alessandro Dega on Dec 29, 2015 23:33:23 GMT 2
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"Say fuck it before we kick the bucket" Alessandro quickly whipped himself around from the sight, grasping onto the seat now that the masked man was already beginning to speed off; it seemed he was just as surprised as he was. Quickly, the Italian threw his belt over himself, clamping it down and letting it tightly grasp his body while they escaped the scene.
Once moments had now passed, he let out a shuddered exhale, glancing his pale gaze occasionally over towards the man who eventually spoke first since Alessandro was too starstruck to even utter anything. Listening attentively, he would gaze wide-eyed out of the windscreen, waiting until he was finished speaking before he'd reply himself.
A small sigh escaped him, grasping his face with both hands to begin to rub it as if he was trying to wake himself up more... as if it was some dream. "I- I don't know..." He muffled into his hands, letting them drop back to his lap, one hand grasping the door beside him to try and relieve some tension.
To the man's question, he shook his head slowly, his tone quiet and still quite startled. "I- I shouldn't think so... my family worked with the Bianchi for years a-and it was them that offered me the position... my brother too." He murmured, glancing over to the side to look at his covered face as he added, "Maybe it was somekind of test... for both of us. That they just expect us not to look."
Relief and panic both flooded his system, the idea that it could of been them instead if they didn't trust their instincts not to look... never would he tempted his curious mind again after that, especially with their packages... or any box at this rate. It came to his attention however that he mentioned as well and soon Alessandro spoke up once more.
"You asked me if they disliked me as well. Do the Bianchi family dislike you?" He questioned, his eyes quite suspiciously narrowed at him as if suspecting that this was some plot to kill him and take the baggage with him - aka the younger member - though he put those dreadful thoughts aside, wondering why he would be disliked if he worked for the Bianchi family; what did he do to possibly offend them? And should he be concerned?
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Post by Alessandro Dega on Dec 27, 2015 3:32:14 GMT 2
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"Say fuck it before we kick the bucket" Alessandro was satisfied to hear his partner speak in regards to assisting him with the negotiation. He silently exhaled, pulling his hands back to his side and outside of his pockets just in case they thought he was going to whip out something. Alessandro had nothing on him any ways, yet.
He fell silent now, his eyes narrowing between the three of them and finally when the woman did take the package, he felt his body begin to relax with relief and his feet itching to walk back to the car yet he waited as patiently as possible to leave. Now that his partner had said his 'farewells', Alessandro merely nodded in response to it and took his leave without uttering a word.
A slam of his door was all that was left from the anxiousness Alessandro had felt. Again, he was sat back in the car of his partner's and leaned comfortably into the leather seat without his belt for the time being; the last thing he needed was something tight around his torso after that. As his partner spoke again, Sandro merely scoffed amusingly in return, his pale eyes staring out of the windscreen as he spoke. "I guess that was sarcasm so I'll join you on that."
As they began to drive out, it was then his eyes caught contact of the rear-view mirror where he spotted the pair they slowly drove from begin to look to one another and then to the box. They still looked wary and un-trusting, as if the weight told them it wasn't what they were expecting. Oh truly, it wasn't going to be. Instantly, a loud bang was heard from outside the car and Sandro's eyes witnessed a cloud of smoke clouding over their faces until they both dropped to the floor.
"Holy fuck!-" Was all that was heard from Sandro, flinging his body around to look out the back of the car where he could hear muffled screams of pain from them both and once the cloud of smoke had vanished, he could make out their bloody faces and torso, pierced with sharp nails wedged into their faces that would most likely finish them off if they weren't seen to. "Amico, you better drive... like now." He muttered to the mask man, panic soon beginning to fill him to the thought of himself in their position; and his partner.
It seemed that the man was already dead but the woman was left screaming in agony on the floor, her hands like claws as she tried not to grasp her face in pain. It was a trip bomb... most likely a wire attached to the opening of the box that would trigger the bomb once pulled hard enough leaving an explosion of nails into their perpetrators. The pair of them were so lucky that they did not open the box... otherwise that would of been them instead.
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Post by Alessandro Dega on Dec 27, 2015 1:19:57 GMT 2
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"Say fuck it before we kick the bucket" His brow raised towards his partner once more towards his comment but Alessandro simply let out a small hmph, to it. He still wasn't satisfied with the type of job he was given, despite his position in the family. Still, he sat within the cold car it was ideal to keep the engine off, incase they were just wasting fuel and not to mention making these supposed collectors all the more suspicious.
Through the clouded windscreen, he would see two figures approaching in the distance and who they were was not apparent to Alessandro and probably his partner too. He didn't question it since he would of rather just get the job out of the way, be praised and be done with it. With that, Sandro stayed put, deciding to be the "student" in all this and observe his more experienced colleague.
It was difficult to hear what the trio were talking about, their voices quite muffled when inside the car though he did more of the watching than listening any ways. Even with barely being able to hear them, he could sense tension by their slightly blurred facial expressions. Sandro was motionless, not wanting to startle them yet he had leaned forward, trying to get a better look of what was going on.
His eyes caught sight of the other man beginning to slip his hand into his jacket and he caught sight of a weapon and this triggered Alessandro. Maybe not it was time to talk their way out of it before they were shot down for coming off too suspicious. Within an instant, Alessandro opened up the car door, slamming it shut as he approached the three of them with raised hands as if gesturing their innocence.
"Hey, hey, hey now," He began, keeping his hands up and inline with his ears after his hood had dropped down from him. "We don't want any trouble... We are just here to drop off the package you asked for and the Bianchi family supplied. Now you are here and we can pass it on and part ways, sound good?" The Italian spoke, his voice clear enough under his accent while his icey eyes flicked between the pair.
"I've never liked the Italian's sense of negotiation." The man had muttered, pulling his hand from his jacket unarmed. Alessandro had to hold his frown and tongue, in case he slipped out something that would only trigger his anger. Though with that, he stayed quiet, silently hoping that his partner would help him out, his blue eyes staring over towards the masked-man. Though, with him wearing a mask, why wouldn't they want to whip out a weapon on them? As if the pair of them couldn't look suspicious.
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Post by Alessandro Dega on Dec 26, 2015 0:21:34 GMT 2
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"Say fuck it before we kick the bucket" Alessandro narrowed his gaze towards the strange-masked man, a dark eyebrow arching with a slight questioning look. A small scoff had simply escaped him towards his comment about these supposed "collectors", crossing his arms firmly into his chest as if still trying to keep warm.
"A part of me thinks that I hope they have. And if they have, we can drop the package with them... I'm starting to lose my patience with whatever the Bianchi's want to deliver." He muttered, cupping his hands together and drawing them up to his mouth to begin blowing warm hair against his palms; occasionally rubbing them together for friction.
His pale eyes then narrowed towards the masked-man seeing as he was doing the same as Sandro with sinking into the seats; he could of honestly had a nap and was actually still debating it. Who would know? The suggestion he gave was something he could also debate on however Alessandro shook his head softly, speaking up. "I could honestly go with that idea, though knowing the Bianchi whether we are dropping of somekind of weapons, money or even some cruddy gift, they would be mad." He muttered, lifting a hand to gently begin to scratch at his scruff, jawline until his hand collapsed back onto his lap.
It must of been a couple of more minutes and Alessandro was on the verge of simply falling asleep until they came but, of course, he never got that oppotunity since the man pointed out that they were choosing now to finally arrive. "It's about fucking time," he grunted, shuffling himself up from his seat to sit more upright as he went on, "I was just about to have a damn nap." Regardless, Alessandro said nothing more and paid mind to how this little "task" was to be played out, observing the masked-man yet he could tell by his sarcasm that this wasn't really... the most exciting job ever.
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Post by Alessandro Dega on Dec 21, 2015 23:17:44 GMT 2
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"Say fuck it before we kick the bucket" Another minor task? Seriously, when is anything interesting going to start? The young Italian thought to himself as he sat beside one of his "comrades" of his car in the passenger seat. The Italian was leaned back into the leather seat, an elbow propped beside the window he stared out of and resting his chin against his fist, his eyes searching for this supposed "pick up".
The pair of them had been assigned to drop off another one of these Bianchi packages, obviously something they weren't aware of or allowed to be. It was a drop off and pick up task and obviously by the stropped-face of Alessandro, it wasn't his most favourite job for the family. This other guy he sat beside, he didn't know his thoughts but did he even care what he thought? Whatever he was called.
Alessandro had been set up with a few in the family for these tasks but never this guy. Nevertheless, Sandro's pale eyes began to circle out into the streets of the town which was heavily decorated with Christmas crap and the typical songs that echoed throughout the high streets. It was cringe worthy but special occasions weren't really his thing. Family time? Not his thing due to how he felt about his own, but then again, was he ever positive these days?
Shaking such thoughts from his head, he finally let out a frustrated groan, keeping his hood up while his eyes searched anxiously for whoever was picking up. "Where the fuck are they?" He growled mainly to himself, "They were supposed to be here like an hour ago." He added, pulling his arm from the door and slouching back into the seat with his arms now folded across his broad chest, irritation lacing his face clearly whilst he stared now out of the windscreen.
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