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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2013 6:58:23 GMT
 Cilantro. Oregano. Basil. Lemon. Ricotta. Fresh cream and wine. He called Clara gruffly for the ingredients - sugar, salt, the hot pan of chicken stock - while he prepared the courses. Aperitivo. Antipasto. Primo. Secundo. Contorno. Insalata. Formaggi e frutta. Caffe. The dining table had been brought outside and his brothers, sister, children, nieces, and nephews asked to come to the newly purchased hom. It was a celebration. The Martinelli Famigilia had been successful as of late, and now was the time to take a well-earned breath of peace.
Their business had not been as easy and lucrative as in the time of Giovanni's father. These days were bloodier with new guns and bombs. So these moments were precious to Papa. A rare light-heartedness overwhelmed him when he proudly pulled the meats from the oven. Everyone was expected to help carry the platters of food out onto the back garden and set them upon the long wooden table.
Greenery surrounded them, support sticks rising cramped among tomato plants, egg plants, and zucchini. Grape vines wove around wooden eaves. He'd put it all together his first week on the island. With a happy twinkle in his eye, and a light, soft smile, the man hardly looked capable of his sins.
He raised his glass. The faces around him filled his heart. "My beautiful family - I know it has been quite a while since our last meal. Twenty years ago, it was easier to be a family, and the few moments we have together today for me mean so very much. I am getting old, aren't I?" He continued, "Jamie, you were but a small bird when I last saw you, and now, you are nearly a man. My Clara, as beautiful as her mother. Angelo, I regret I have not been around as much, but things have settled down," he reassured, and finally, he turned to his eldest child. "Clemente, I am proud of you." He clapped his boy on the shoulder roughly, sportingly, laughing. "Eat! Eat!" he ushered, sitting.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2013 21:03:48 GMT
Baby pass the aspirin something’s gotta work I know I did it to myself but man oh man it hurts That second last Martini the one that went down real smooth Set me on the bender with nothing left to lose
| Twenty years ago and Sid was only three.
Twenty years now, and she was only grumpy, vindictive, and on her second glass of wine. By the third she'd be more hospitable - maybe.
Her forefinger swirls around the wineglass, it hums. All he talks about is the brats. Sidnee yawns - she doesn't want her brother to be here. He's taking up the spotlight. His accent makes her head hurt.
So she supposes the only goal, for the future, is to get his kids to like her more than him. There's so damn many of them. Sitting at this table, Sid can feel her biological clock start to tick.
Her upper lip curls, she should really drink some more. Sid stays silent so she can keep herself busy with the wine.
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LAIKA OF GS!
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Post by Deleted on Oct 31, 2013 1:44:06 GMT
He just he met his uncle's gaze with wide eyes and a polite nod - as he was mentioned - before he looked back down at his place at the table. He still felt very small, wedged between family members and trying to take up as little space as possible, afraid to so much as brush elbows with anybody.
They were family, but they were Martinellis, and something ticked in the back of Jamie's head. He could feel aftershocks - or was he just shaking? - were they aftershocks if they came first? It felt like he was holding his breath, and as he felt his lungs swell he realized that he was. His head spun as he sucked in some air and reached for a glass of water, upturning someone's wine glass with an elbow.
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Post by ANGELO MARTINELLI on Nov 11, 2013 18:20:20 GMT
Pride a sin, but how could such a wonderful feeling be so bad? He pondered this for a moment or two until he returned his mind to the table. He was proud, his family was all in one place for the first time in a long long time.
"It's alright Papa." No it wasn't alright, all his insides screamed at him, ushered him to make a mockery of himself, to scream for him to take him home to Italy but he knew deep down that Papa wouldn't approve of the outburst and when word reached Mama, well that wouldn't be good.
Then wine spilled on him, and it wasn't even his glass. He stood up, eyes glaring at the klutz. "Jamie! You're gonna pay for that." His clothes were drenched and he reeked of alcohol. Not cool man.
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Post by DESIDERIA JONES on Nov 13, 2013 4:41:36 GMT
Of course, this wasn't a part of the plan. She'd been meeting Mario even before her holiday, a few years now, and they had finally tied the knot. She could passably be Italian, an easy thing for her, really. As long as no one knew who she really was, it was alright. She was late, sure. But who would expect the girlfriend, no… fiance of a distant cousin to show up? Known within the family as Maria Finley, her story was she recently moved to Nova to teach at the university, while moonlighting with the new family she was a part of. Desideria strode into the room as Giovanni finished speaking, her tall boots clicking against the ground as she walked, pulling her braided hair over her shoulder. She didn't carry any type of identification, except on the holster around her upper thigh, where no one would find it. Anyone that attempted to search her got a gun to their forehead. Needless to say, she wasn't afraid of this mafia. She'd been through worse and had almost died from it before, which was why she was gone for so long. The ring was still heavy on her finger, and she still wasn't sure about it. She glanced down at it before she glanced back up as she walked into the room and surveyed the area. It seemed the whole family was there. Desideria smirked slightly, coaxing on the persona she had turned off for a period of time. "Giovanni! It's been ages. And I didn't see you at the wedding. A shame, really" She commented to the don as she walked over to him, smiling mischievously. She never did like this side of herself, but what was she to do? This was what the Martinelli family knew of her, so this was what they got. tag: @giovanni ▪ ooc: uh, hi. undercover cop. shhh. |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2013 4:36:17 GMT
It was strange to think of the family being this big, seeing them all gathered together. Nessa had a sheer gladness of the family's size in numbers. It only proved just how much power they had. Strength in numbers, and all that.
She respected her uncle, really, but sitting and listening to an adult talk for a period of time required patience that she didn't posses. She snickered quietly at Jamie across the table, quelled it shortly after with a sip from her glass. Her eyes dragged towards the latecomer, judging the woman with scrutiny. Lateness to a family dinner should have been a sin.
She crossed her legs, folded her hands neatly in her lap. Nessa might have opened her mouth, but then she would have said something rude, and she didn't want to be the one to start up any family drama. She'd rather let that surface on its own.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 24, 2013 13:22:23 GMT
Since Papa's arrival, Clara had been nothing but a good girl.
She helped him with cooking, and even handed bowls of food outside to put onto the table. Usually it would be a maid's job, but Clara didn't want any busybodies at the family dinner. Family dinner were reserved for family members - and Giosue. Giosue was partially a family member; anyone who'd disagree had their head on the chopping block.
And well Daddy, Daddy liked Giosue, right? Of course he did. Don't be silly Clara.
She took a seat closest to Papa, and beamed at his compliment. The table was set beautifully, and the weather was fair. Her legs kicked about.
And her happy mood, just like that, evaporated at the sight of the long haired stranger. Clara wasn't afraid of being rude.
"Papa, who is that stranger?" She asked softly at first, anger withheld. But her glare was strong as ever, a coy smirk gracing her features.
She stood, then.
"What kind of manners do you have, stupid woman? Being late to family dinners is an unforgivable act." Humf. This was a family dinner. What warranted her arrival here?
"Know your place! How DARE you speak to Papa so openly! Papa, who is this woman? Why are you inviting strangers to our family dinners?" Her eyes were wide with panic. There was something wrong with Papa, she knew it since he came back, there was something wrong.
And she didn't like it.
[italics is italian.]
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Post by PRIMO COHN on Dec 31, 2013 5:22:08 GMT
Primo watched the other occupants of the room from his spot at the table, cheek cradled in his palm. Any time his eyes glanced over his brother, they narrowed. Nova Athenis had been his territory for year and now his dearest brother decided to invade it. The Italian loved his family dearly, but his older brother was a different story. The man infuriated him more than anyone else. Sidnee must have felt the same as he did. She looked it.
His lovely daughter (his son nowhere in sight) caught his wondering eyes. She was quieter than he would have liked. He loved to hear his children chattering or bickering at the dinner table. Yet she was quieter than a mouse. Such a shame. Even Jamie seemed uncomfortable. Of course, his other niece and nephew seemed the most relaxed of them all, including the woman he had never met. “Who are you? Your face doesn’t look familiar. Are you a spy?” |
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