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Post by Valeria Bianchi on Apr 3, 2016 22:48:14 GMT 2
@dakota & Valeria Bianchi That can't be a scenario that are possible. The facts are. Valeria joined tha family in USA only 6 months ago. By then Dakota has already been gone for a year. Valeria have been under protection mostly and therefore I'm sure Shaun wouldn't send her to a possibly dangerous man, and there hasn't been any great gatherings the past six months. The two couldn't have met eachother. Therefore I suggest that the two maybe met randomly either in the streets, maybe at the beach or harbour. A bar maybe. But it wouldn't be related to either of them being a Bianchi or not the first thread. ^^ |
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Post by Valeria Bianchi on Apr 3, 2016 9:08:03 GMT 2
@dakota & Valeria BianchiBut would she know who he is? Was it long since Dakota left the Bianchi? Val would probably not know who he is unless maybe he had been in italia for a period of time and met her there. She lived in italia until around five months ago. Also she isn't the one to talk about the family to people she barely knows cx |
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Post by Valeria Bianchi on Apr 2, 2016 23:05:22 GMT 2
@dakota & Valeria BianchiSo I thought, why not thread together with these two. Dakota being an ex-bianchi. Valeria being newly married in(7 months ago). Val started seeing her husband three years before they married, maybe Dakota knew him, or maybe knew some of the plans? Anyway t hey probably wouldn't know eachother. In that way they could maybe pass as friends? Until a day Dakota finds out she belongs to the family? Valeria also works at the hotel, I don't know if Dakota would ever be there. If not maybe they could meet somewhere else. Val hasn't been outside of the downtown area, maybe he could show her around? I'm up for suggestions and plots. |
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Post by Valeria Bianchi on Mar 22, 2016 0:02:31 GMT 2
What else would you expect? x)
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Post by Valeria Bianchi on Jan 31, 2016 3:20:55 GMT 2
The familiar taste of the cake filled Valeria mouth, and for a second she almost believed herself to be in some kind of paradise. (Looking apart from the mess on the kitchen counter) The cake, her mind and the beautiful view from outside. The sun was shining through the threes that was starting to grow leaves, and the lack of people in the gardens. It was peaceful.
Not many moments later a 'clirr' from the sink caught her attention, she didn't turn her whole frame, but enough to see that Theresa approached her from behind, giving her a hug and a soft kiss on the cheek. Valeria was glad to see her and as she opened her lips to greet her Theresa began to sing the all too familiar song. This made surprised Val positivly, and she chuckled with raised brows. "Grazie Theresa!" Val thanked happily and quickly placed her plate in the window, so that she could open her arms to give Theresa a hug. Theresa's voice had filled the whole room, and it had given her own mood a boost.
Valeria didn't know how she should react. She appreaciated the attention on her own birthday, but she never expected people to sing, and she did rarely know how to answer such a gesture. "Thanks for the song! Volete un pezzo?(Do you want a piece?)" She asked thereafter and gestured towards the italian cake on the counter. Hopefully her cousin in law would enjoy the cake as much as herself. As she did she noticed that a familiar figure had entered the kitchen. Valeria's smile faded a little for a moment, but moved her gaze back to the cake when he greeted Theresa. He didn't seem to take notice of her, which she understood looking at the circumstances. She didn't have a need herself to confront the man again.
However curious as she was she would cst a glance every know and then at Bishop while she talked to(waited for) Theresa. Valeria was surprised to see that the broad shouldered man, that was to stubborn to clean after himself only a week earlier, now took initiative and started to clean Valeria's dishes. She hadn't had the chance to do them after she baked the cake. She usually cleaned while she waited for the cake to cool, or simply piece after piece while she cooked. But this morning she hadn't.
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Post by Valeria Bianchi on Jan 30, 2016 11:15:19 GMT 2
This was the morning Valeria had previously looked forward to. Exspecially when she was surrounded by her family back in Italia, or when she knew Ferruccio was around. It was the date of her birthday. Saturday morning the 30th January. Quite early in the year, and winter in Florenze. Not a winter where the grounds were covered with snow, but a winter cold enough for the people who lived there to wear thick clothes and drink warm drinks more frequently. Here in Chicago the snow was just a thin layer on the ground, no more than a couple of centimeters the past few days. It was starting to melt, and it would probably take less than a couple of hours for it to be gone when the sun rose.
This early morning Valeria woke up because the phone on her nightstand was calling. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw the name of her mother on the screen. She quickly picked up the phone and swiped her finger over the screen to accept the call before she put the phone on speaker and holding it in her hand infront of her. "Buonguiorno mama, come stai?(Good morning mom, how are you?)" She greeted gladly. The conversation continued in Italian. It had been a while since she had talked italian(if you look apart for a word or a sentence) fully without correcting herself to english. Something her mother actually pointed out every now and then because Val appearantly had replaced an italian word with an english one while they spoke. Her mother wished her a happy birthday, and told her how much she and her sister missed her. She asked about Ferro and the house and everything. Val only told her that Ferro was now currently downstairs making breakfast(A lie) and that everything was good in their little apartment. (Another one) Valeria hated to not tell the truth, but it was no doubt that she had to when it came to this matter. She could not tell her mom about the fact that she was in a mafia group, and neither could she tell that her husband hadn't been home at all the past 4 months. It would worry her to much, plus put her in danger.
When the call ended Valeria would stand up from the queensized bed and head out the door. She wore a t-shirt and shorts, and found out it was enough clothes. She hadn't plan to do anything this very morning, nor afternoon, and most likely, she would be left alone in the kitchen. The call from her mother had reminded her of the cake they used to make together when birthdays approached, and Val was tempted to make it too. An italian chocolatecake. She turned on the radio before she strode around the kitchen searching for the ingredients. Music was always a good way to keep her mind focused. First thing she needed to do was to fetch the base. The day before she had made chocolate cake, a simple one, not anything fancy at all. It could easily be used as base since Valeria was to lazy to spend her whole day at the kitchen to make the cake.
With a slight hesitation she walked into the cooler to fetch eggs, milk and the riscotta cheese. Val had been sure to change the temperature in the cooler, so it now had the right temperature to store food. There after she fetched the sugar, vanilla extract and chocolate. First thing she did was to mix together a chocolate pudding and placed it over the chocolate cake base. Thereafter she mixed cream together with ricotta cheese, eggs, sugar, and vanilla until was smooth enough for her to use in the cake. She poured it in a new pan and placed it in the cooler. She had to wait for it to cool down before she could place the chocolate base and pudding ontop.
After about 30 minutes of wandering the kitchen and checking her phone for messages from friends, and especially Ferro, the riscotta part of her cake had cooled enough. She did the last finishing touches of the cake and decorated it with some crushed cookie crumbs. She gave herself a minute to eye the cake. The scent reminded her of home, of the little house back in Florence. God she disliked the mansion. She hated that Ferro was away travelling due to his work in the family. She hated the fact that there was almost no one around. Even the maids where rarely to be seen. Valeria almost believed they were avoiding her. The italian took a plate down from the cabinets in slight frustration and fetched a knife and a fork. She used it to cut out a piece of the cake and placed it on the plate. Val brought the fork and walked over to the window to the left in the kitchen, opposite of the cooler and began eating the piece while she was standing, observing the nature outside of the house and the road up to the mansion.
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Post by Valeria Bianchi on Jan 29, 2016 22:38:11 GMT 2
@theresa & Valeria BianchiWe Bianchi girls/women got to stick together right? I hoped the two could thread together, we could see if the two developed a close friendship, or if it ended up in the two just tolerating eachother. I'm wide open. Valeria being as young as she is, and she is already married to Theresa's cousin. She is still fairly new to the familiy and hasn't lived in the mansion for more than 6 months yet. I'm open for suggestions here, and I really look forward to see Theresa in action ^^ |
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Post by Valeria Bianchi on Jan 27, 2016 21:52:48 GMT 2
 Valeria's chest rose and fell as she inhaled or exhaled. The whole world went silent for something that felt like hours, which probably was just seconds. After her rage of words had rolled out of her mouth she hadn't dared to move, the only thing she had done was to breathe. When her ice blue gaze met his dark ones, she didn't dare to move them, she could swear his eyes became darker than they already were. She feared that if she moved a muscle that she would collapse and die, right there and then.
Before Valeria even got to think a thought more, his hand was locked around her jaw. It gripped her in such a sudden move that a suffocated scream, more like a gasp escaped her lips. The man used his own strenght and wait to push her backwards, until the surface of her back hit the wall behind her. They way he held her head made her have to stand on the tip of her toes if she weren't to hurt her neck badly. His next move was disgusting and unexpected. He pressed his dirty fingers in her mouth and gripped her tongue. His grip was so tight she was affraid that if she somehow managed to break lose, he'd just rip it out, making truth of his words. A quick reaction to his action was to grip his wrists. She placed both her arms on the wrist of the one that he used to hold her arm. What where to happen next? would he kill her? She was sure of it, that her temper had killed her.
Why did she need to be so stubborn? Why did her pride mean so much to her? was questions that ran through her mind as Bishop spoke. It almost felt like his grip grew tighter as he spoke, like he was only moments away. Valeria swallowed when Bishop finished his words, almost like a way to say that she understood. She had gotten his message, though she hadn't got every detail. But she did understand that she had crossed a line that shouldn't be crossed. She had dared to hit his nerve, if others heard them, maybe even humiliated him. When he finally loosened his grip and stepped away Val gasped and released her grip on his hands, only to move her hands to her jaw. She still stood against the wall, watching his back as he walked to the sink to retrieve the sigar she had thrown. She did not dare to speak at this very moment. Her jawline was sore, and so was her tongue, she didn't doubt that her skin would be all blue and purple within a few minutes. What was she supposed to do now? She dared not to speak, and she could not flee the room either like a little girl who got whipped by her dad. No, would not do that. She simply stood there in silence, awaiting his next move and trying to be as small as possible. |
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Post by Valeria Bianchi on Jan 23, 2016 10:00:41 GMT 2
Images of the man in the cooler had began to flash in Valerias mind. The frozen skin, the wounds that was colored in most colors from yellow to black. The damp that osed from his body, probably due to his bodytemperature amazingly enough still being warmer than the cooler itself. The italian blinked with her eyes and moved her gaze back to the man who still hadn't said a single word except the comment about the eggs. How could he be so quiet? However when she spoke italian it seemed to have a somewhat reaction, a small furrow between his brows, only for seconds. Either did he actually understand what she said, or maybe even made him frustrated? Valeria usually spoke italian whenever she was angry, frustrated or didn't know the words in english. She was a slow learner when it came to language, she could understand others, but to use the words herself was something she struggled with. She was to proud of her orgins to fully let it go.
She had become gravely annoyed when her had brought the mop over to her, like she was suppose to clean up after him! It was not how she had grown up to learn. This ws simple etique that you clean your own mess. Valeria didn't like calling the maids for them to clean. If she spilled something or found something that no one had cleaned up she would do it herself, that only if the person responsible wasn't there anymore, or if the mess was the like the normal sorts, like food, drink or whatever garbage or anything that the person had left. But bloodstains and a body was too far. She would not be the one to clean up.
Valeria got interupted by her thoughts when the man suddenly took a step closer to her, howering over her small frame. Her jaw tensed, her breath stillned for a second and she met his gaze, trying to read his thoughts. What would he do? Would he finally speak? Was this a threat? (Sure looked like one). His eyes screamed of the wish to do something to her, wich she assumed was to knock her down or anything, he was probably searching for ways he could harm her without upsetting the Bianchi, finding loopholes. Valeria didn't even notice his hand as it reached for the mop, not until he kicked the bucket to the side so it hit the wall and all the water would spill over the floor. Only then did she manage to rip her gaze from his deep dark eyes. "Seriously..." Now her voice was rather stated and her shoulder sank a little. At this point she was so frustrated and almost upset. She wanted to hit him, scream at him and cry at the same time, but instead she fell silent.
When he took out a sigar and began preparing it Valeria rolled her eyes. Her anger boiling inside her once again. This man... what.. it seemed like it was simply nothing she could do about him... nothing at all. She placed a hand on her side and stared at him with an ice cold blue stare as he exhaled the smoke. Her jaws tensing as she could scent the smoke coming up her nose. 'Oh so he can talk...' her brows rose as he had spoken. At first because of his voice and accent, it all was such dominating, then when his sentence was over and he had insulted her once again her brows furrowed, there was nothing that could stop her now. When he turned to walk away she swiftly walked around him reached for his sigar and threw it away, aiming at the sink. Gladly it hit. "I see you think the rules apply to you then? You are the one expecting others to clean up YOUR mess, to clean up YOUR faults. YOU are apparently the princess you are talking about laying on the bed, comanding others to do most of your work becaue I DO NOT use the maids, I DO NOT lay in my bed commanding others, I do everything myself, I have to. So do not come here and call me a princess and walk away without letting me defend myself." She had walked up close to the man, her cold gaze illuminated by anger fastened at his as she threw the words at him. When she was done she simply took a deep breath and quietly stood there. Valeria's blood rushed through her veins in high speed, what would happen now? Had she stepped into her own grave? It was only for time to see. One thing was sure, she would not step away from this without a fight.
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Post by Valeria Bianchi on Jan 2, 2016 19:22:22 GMT 2
Valeria did not even notice at first that Lupo swiftly fled the kitchen. Her own focus was placed on the man infront of her, and what just ahd happened. First thing first, there was a man in the cooler which was beaten half to death. Second, Bishop here just stood there like nothing, leaving blood everywhere and third, judging by the look of the man that had been inside and the frost on his clothes, it was way to cold inside that cooler for the eggs and other vegatables. The last thing, which were the main reason for her frustration was his silence.... How was it possible to not say a single word, in an occasion like this? Why did he not burst out in anger, or shout back at her. Valeria was so confused and frustrated she didn't know where to go, what to do or simply what to say.
After something that seemed like an eternity, yet was probably nothing longer than a couple of minutes. The man's back up had already been in the cooler and got rid of the 'garbage' that he had left inside. Valeria's gaze hadn't moved from his face at all since he had opened that door, but when his men carried the limp body out she couldn't help herself and had to watch. Her head turning to the side as she watched until they dissapeared behind the door. What now? What happened now? Where did they take the body? What would happen to it? And what would this broud shouldered man do now as the two were left a lone in the kitchen?
It didn't take long before the latter were answered. The man suddenly turned and walked back into the cooler, yet it didn't take long for him to return with a bucket and a mop. At first she crossed her hands satisfied that he had realized the mess and would clean up after himself. At least he didn't get the maids or his men to do it. Valeria opened her mouth to say something but stopped as he leant the mop to her and almost threw the bucket infront of her feet. She jumped back as he did, so the water wouldn't spill all over herself. "No Manache! (Hell no.) This is your pasticcio (Mess). Tua madre non funzionano qui. Il vostro pasticcio, è ripulire. (Your mother don't work here. Your mess, you clean up.) Your mess, you clean up." The last part of her sentence she made sure to repeat so that he would sure understand what she meant. Valeria would not be the one to clean up this mess, and certainly not by his order. Yes she was not a high ranked Bianchi, she only carried the name, but she was not a maid, and she would not take orders from this man. One day her italian pride are bound to kill her that was certain, but there where matters she feared more than this one.
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Post by Valeria Bianchi on Dec 24, 2015 17:25:00 GMT 2
Valeria had her gaze fastened on the broad shouldered man for a moment. She believed she hadn't heard his name before. The first thing her husband or the family did wasn't to introduce all the people who worked here for her. It wasn't her business at all really. In the big picture she was nothing more than a cousin's wife. If she wanted to satisfy her curiousity she would have to dig herself or simply ask her husband. If only he was home. Shaun was also a man she might ask, that if she ever found him at home. The man was always out with women, in his club or simply doing work. There were many moments she doubt her own ability to judge. The day she accepted to marry Ferruccio she hadn't expected him to be away all the time. She hadn't expected to sit in this huge mansion alone.
It appeared that it was hard for this men to give her any sorts of answers. Could she really expect more? Both having their secret jobs, which both (she assumed) involed to clean up or sort out the mess. (By that torture/murder) Imagine that, a regular morning these days meant walking around with murderers asking if anyone knew where the eggs where. Amusing wasn't it? Back on the subject, she turned to Jacob as he suggested she didn't walk in, she rose a brow curiously. "Come mai?(Why)" She simply asked, but before the masked man would have the chance to answer the other had already opened the cooler and stepped in. "You know I coul-" She didn't get to finish her sentence before Val fell silent over what she saw inside the cooler. She wasn't scared, the sight was such a sudden surprise. She had prepared herself that she would have to see such a sight one day. A man tied up to a chair, his face so ruined that it was almost impossible to recognize but still it was a shock to her to see it. It took her so by surprise because she had not expected them to bring the work to the cooler of the kitchen... Nonetheless were they kept most of their food.
When the man kicked the man in the face Valeria would furrow her brows and bit the inner side of her underlip. She did not want to be in his possition. "Oh god, ma per carita’!(for heavens sake)" She spoke even before she got to think. Originally she did not want to show any sort of weakness when it cames to matters like this. Yes it was awful, but she had accepted that things like these could happen the day she married into the Bianchi. Valeria looked at the stains that followed the man as he came back out from the cooler with some eggs. For some reason the stains was the only thing she focused on. Maybe it was a way to process what was happening on the other side of that door. "Che macello! (What a mess!) What did the floor do to you?" She asked him, she was thankful for the eggs, but it was not her focus at that very moment. "
Perché diavolo hai portato il tuo lavoro in cucina? (why the hell did you bring your work in the kitchen?)" Valeria spoke with her jaw tensed due to her annoyance. Her words were spoken quickly and none of the two did probably understand anything of what she had just said, and she had no interest in translating either. She just looked at the man with a raised brow and a hand on her hip, waiting for an explanation. (Like he had understood what she said.)
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Post by Valeria Bianchi on Dec 22, 2015 2:29:47 GMT 2
Valeria turned around so the small of her back was resting against the island of the kitchen. Standing like this she would be able to see both of the men by their faces. At least as good as it let itself be done, seing as Lupo still wore a mask. Her gaze was still placed on the stranger in the room when Lupo replied to the question she had just ask to the other. A small curve formed on the edge of her lips and she turned to the man who had just spoken with a raised brow. "I could imagine." She simply remarked. This meant she would have to clean the kitchen later. Valeria turned back to the broud shouldered man as he too spoke, yet only letting her know that he was simply just doing is job.
Again her eyes wandered to his hands, seeing they weren't as stained as the rest of his clothes made her let out a small sigh of relief. He had washed his hands, he wasn't stupid. "Alright, and that require blood stained clothes?" She asked curiously and brushed a piece of her hair behind her ear. She was still quite new to the whole mafia family and ranks. She believed that if her husband had been here, she would have a bigger chance at understanding the lot of how things worked. Now she had to ask openly, which often meant unclear answers or in worst case scenarios threats or stares that killed. The italian found this mans gaze rather intimidating as he only stood there, seemingly neutral, yet there was something that told Val that he did not want any of them to be there. Her intention of walking into the kitchen had been to fetch herself some food, and maybe find someone to talk to. However this did not seem like the right timing.
After a few moments she would turn back to Lupo."I won't disturb any of you more than necessary, I'll just be making myself something to eat." She informed calmly, her italian accent being as thick as ever as she spoke. Some days she had bigger troubles with the english than the other, but it was far from as bad as it had been when she arrived. She gave a little push to the island with the back of her hands and straightened up. Valeria rounded the corner of the island so that she now was on the side that contained most of the food and ingredients that she would need to make herself a simple dish. Her eyes wandered to the door of the cooler when she began to ask herself what to make. Maybe some eggs would do good? And then later on she could head up the little training studio (or room) that was placed in the mansion. Valeria moved to the fridge and opened the door, spotting no eggs. "Any of you seen the eggs?" She simply asked because one of them had just recently made food. If she didn't remember wrong, there should be more eggs in the cooler, she could atleast walk in and check. It wouldn't hurt. "You know what, I might just check in the cooler for some." She said not really believing any of them would know and began moving towards the door.
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Post by Valeria Bianchi on Dec 22, 2015 1:10:45 GMT 2
Like many other mornings, she woke up alone. It was the start of the fourth month without her husband. The italian had plenty of reasons to be frustrated at the man, just as well as Shaun. Shaun was the man that had the most control when it came to the member's working place and time. Yet her husband was the one who never told Shaun no. Which again led to her being left in this mansion acompanied by Shaun, servants and another member or two passing by. Valeria threw the duvet away from her slim frame and stood up from her bed, wearing only a simple pair of panties and a loose t-shirt. She streched her arms while she walked pased over to the closet. There she found her light blue jeans with ripped knees and thighs and a comfortable grey weater. It was no glamour in what she wore, but there was no one around this very morning that she would want to look glamourous too.
Finally wearing clothes she would slip through the door of her bedroom and head down the many stairs down to the next level. There was only a couple of voices to be heard, coming from the kitchen. Valeria had not expected many to be at presence this day as she had been told she were most likely to be a lone. Valeria quitely stepped into the little hallway that conected the kitchen with the rest of the rooms. The voices were mentioning the loyality to Bianchi and their intelligence. This was also a thought that often wandered through her head. Who would be stupid enough to join a membership like this, then regretting it, hoping it all would turn out fine? It was a stupid thought. Valeria stood there for a couple of moments more before she decided to show her presence to the men. She would not want to be caught eaves dropping on them.
"Good morning gentiluomini (gentlemen)" She greeted as before she even got to take a look around. Her eyes wandered to the familiar frame at first, she recognized the man with the mask, Lupo as she had called him. Then her grey gaze wandered to the more masculine formed man. (from her point of view) She hadn't seen him often, maybe once or twice before. She caught sight of the blood on his shirt, hands and whereever the blood was placed and she raised a brow sceptically at him. Not in scared way, but a more 'Why the hell did you step into the kitchen covered in blood.' way. Valeria did also catch the tension between the two men and she placed a hand on her hip caused by the silence.
"Hopefully you didn't make food with the blood on your hands" She dared point out boldly and took a few more steps inside the room, reaching the island in the kitchen, holding a small distance from the two, still standing between them. She leaned the lower part of her back to the island and crossed the arms over her chest. Her intention of walking into the kitchen was simple. She was curious about the voices inside, and she was also hungry. Her gaze wandered from the stranger and back to Lupo. He looked like he wanted to leave more than he wanted to stay, and this all made Valeria want to know exactly whats been going on. However by the look of it, she guessed that the man with the blood on his hands had just been persuading someone somehow. Maybe that again was the reason for the two talking about loyality.
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