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Post by ANGELO MARTINELLI on Aug 16, 2013 19:42:30 GMT
 BIT TOO YOUNG TO DIE ❀ | Word on the street was that Angelo's dear old uncle lived in this little gated community. Which for all it was worth, didn't seem to have as much security as you'd see in the movies. Angelo didn't really have much trouble sneaking passed security at all. It was like he was playing a video game with complete idiot NPCs - which Angelo seemed to do a lot since he struggled talking to people in Nova since everyone seemed so fluent in English.
But then again, Angelo had never really done much honest things his entire life. He had created a little fortune off of piety thievery, even pickpocketing people right underneath his nose. That was a subject matter of an entirely different day though.
How could he make a trip to Nova and not meet with his uncle? The thought was crazy to do so. Angelo was stuck in this dastardly place until the situation with his father cleared up. Or maybe, his father would be murdered and he'd never get to return home which would be a terrifying thought. He might have to learn English.
It was around two pm last time Angelo checked. He pulled out the piece of paper in which his uncle's address had been written on. Hopefully the guy was home.
He counted the numbers of the houses in his head, until he came upon it.
"Ah, here we are." He walked up to the front door, the size of the house was impressive. He ringed the doorbell around four times.
"Eh, hello. I am Angelo, stopping by unexpectedly. Surprise! I brought you a gift, bit short on cash sorry." No Angelo was just cheap. He pulled out a drawing based off of the latest gift he had. "I get a hug right?"
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Post by PRIMO COHN on Aug 20, 2013 16:56:53 GMT
| Without the kids around, his mansion felt so empty. The woman he had exchanged vows with wasn’t around either, though it never really mattered to him if she was or not. He had no love for her. She was just around to keep him in check. The children, however, were another story. Nessa, Vanni, and Jamie were his precious children. He loved them with all his heart. But, lately, their constant presence around the house had diminished. They were getting older, independent.
They had friends. Even Jamie has made a friend with some boy from school. It left him bored and alone in his mansion. He was in luck on that particular day. Four insistent chimes of his doorbell brought him out of his sulking and the man hurried to answer the door. Primo was in desperate need of a visitor! The ex-Mafioso was even more pleased to find one of his precious nephews at the door. “Dear nephew! It’s good to see you,” chimed the blonde.
Primo wasn’t concerned about any gifts; his nephew’s very presence was enough for him. He enfolded the smaller Italian in his arms and pulled him close to his chest. “Certainly, nephew. It has been a long time since I have seen you. Come in. Let’s have some tea.” He pulled away, looking over his relative. “You have grown so much! You are growing into a handsome young man.” The thirty year old stepped aside to let his nephew in, hand lingering on his shoulder.
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Post by ANGELO MARTINELLI on Aug 28, 2013 1:09:46 GMT
BIT TOO YOUNG TO DIE ❀ | Ah, yes. A hug was always a pleasant feeling. It was warm. Angelo craved physical contact like a drug. "Good to see you!"
He nuzzled into Primo's chest before he was pulled away - almost disappointed due to the lack of the warmth. "Very long time uncle." He could barely remember the last time that he had seen Primo, thus it had to have been a fairly long time ago.
"What kind of tea?" He slipped into Italian, it happened but he was positive that his uncle would completely and utterly understand him. "Han-some?" He questioned racking his mind for the definition. "Good looking yes?"
He had grown though, to a towering five foot four. "You're very han-some too." It was a complement, right? His uncle was very pleasing to the eyes, yes.
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Post by PRIMO COHN on Nov 21, 2013 16:08:02 GMT
| Primo had many nephews and a neice. His family was big and diverse, though most of his nephews were born of the man he didn't care for: his brother, Giovanni. That never changed his love for them. He wouldn't go sharing information on his affairs with them. Who knew what reached his brother's ears. It certainly was bad enough his brother sent him a wife to restrict his behavior.
But he knew his nephews meant no harm. He loved them all the same. And he'd dote on him with as much affection as he would any of his nephews. "Oh, my nephew, you are a good boy. A flatterer." He laughed. "Any tea you like nephew." Primo pulled his nephew close to his side again, guiding him inside. "You may have whatever you like." The he paused. "Except Nessa's cookies."
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