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Post by Deleted on Oct 27, 2013 8:30:07 GMT
| DEFAULT | Giovanni adores his daughter, but he is not a man of sappy displays. For the most part, he has overseen her upbringing from a safe distance, greedily reading the reports of her childhood as if he were nostalgic of his own. Clara reminds Giovanni very strongly of himself, and he sees himself in her.
"Where is my daughter?" he asks the man beside him in the car from the airport. They were heading to his new suburban home, a gorgeous, old property he had prepared for his arrival. Giovanni had made arrangements with his wife, but he was uncertain what had been decided regarding Clara now that he recalled. It was important he met with her, though, to discuss matters regarding his arrival on the island.
@clara
note: kind of clueless on how to start this ship orz. just let me know what she's doing Aatm - no need to be wordy since there's not much to reply to. papa giovanni will know... or his men will tell him the wrong info and he can freak out idk | |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2013 13:50:48 GMT
| She'd never like to admit she was growing rusty.
Nova Athenis made her grow complacent. It'd been nearly a year since she was sent here, she thought, and she had settled in better than she wanted to. Of course, she still never managed to get along with most of her cousins - she just decided it wasn't going to happen - but it had been interesting, surely, because now that she heard Papa was coming home, she knew it was because he was taking her home.
Of course, just because she'd learnt that he landed today it didn't mean she knew where he was, what he was going to do today, or if he wanted to see her at all. Back in Italy, Papa was always busy, with work, of course, and looking after everyone through that. The maids always said it when she would ask, anyway.
It had been a long day at school, and Clara was itching for some target practice at Uncle Primo's home. The sky was a navy blue, and students milled out left right and center like bees being set free from their hives.
@giovanni i tried
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Post by Deleted on Oct 29, 2013 1:10:57 GMT
| DEFAULT | Important cousins and guards filled the limo. His bodyguard flashed him his GPS, showing Clara's school nearby. At the next red light, Papa excused himself. "Go on ahead of me and take care of things," he told his cousin Claude. An Italian farewell protested in a whiny tongue. "No, no, I have business. Ciao, and be off," he brushed off. Though he used business as an excuse, it was hardly that. The sidewalk was a cheery way, green and rough, trees hanging over it. Perky-colored fire hydrants, dog-fences, mailboxes and flower beds decorated the way. The strict duo walked for a spell. His guard knew Papa not to be one for chit-chat out in the open. They wore simple suits. They looked like father's walking home from work in fashion a decade too old.
As the walked, children started to pass by them in clumps. They held hands, or ran across the streets, or giggled in hordes. "Must have just been let out," Claude observed.
"They're like bird's. But so many to sift through to find the one I'm after." He compared each of their faces with his harsh scrutiny, raising a hand like 'what is this!' A school came into view. Its doors were the sources of wave of students. Buses were pulled up on the curb, and in another spot, a group of parents, some already greeting their kids, waited.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 16, 2013 0:04:16 GMT
| It wasn't hard to make Clara impatient. Small amounts of friction would do the trick.
She frowned, storm clouds gathering. Her eyes hardened in a way that didn't belong to a sixteen year old; then again she never belonged in this body. God must've made such a stupid mistake.
Her searching gaze looked high on tiptoes, left, and right, as her fists curled into little balls. How on earth were they expecting her to go home? How?
It never took long for the masses of children to thin down to a few stray dots, and that was when she noticed a very, very familiar face.
All of her anger and frustration burned up in the air and fell into ashes.
"Papa!" She screamed, running as fast as her legs could carry her. Her arms wrapped around his lower torso.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 27, 2014 20:10:34 GMT
"My beautiful little dove," giovanni sigh, patting his child's head. He had crouched to embrace her, while Claude hovered above. He was very proud of his girl, the seed of his loins, woman-to-be to attract a capable son-in-law. "Clara, how was your day?" He stood up letting the embrace slide away and letting her doll-like hand hold a clump of his fat fingers. There was an energy in her eyes that said she missed him, and though he had always been too busy and preoccupied with the family's affairs to return such a clinging stare, he still seemed more complete a person. He stood up tall, checked his wristwatch, and thought of the pieces he saw of himself in her.
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