Lucretzia Largo
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Post by Lucretzia Largo on Aug 27, 2011 22:17:01 GMT -5
((Set Febuary 8. Closed to members of the Largo family. Meant to be an introduction thread for Vittoria and her siblings.))
Lucertzia was busily working in the kitchen, as she had the entire day thus far. At the moment she was dividing large ball of spinach dough she had made the previous night into three large portions. She then took out a wooden rolling pin and started to slowly rolled them out until they were thin. In a large skillet on the stove bacon, carrot, celery and onion until onion is were simmering. Lucretzia paused and went over to the skillet and added several spoonfulls of tomatoe paste and oregeno, and beef stock. She stirred it several times then covered it before going back to her dough rolling.
Lucertizia tired to make sure everything was perfect tonight, it was going to be their first real family dinner. Tonight their family would be complete for the first time in over two decades. It would be a meal that she had cooked with her own hands for her four children to enjoy.
"Mio Dio...." She said to herself placing two table spoons of butter in another pan and allowing it to melt adding several table spoons of flour and and a bit of whole milk. "And there's-a still so much-a to do." She quickly walked back over to the dough and continued to roll it and powder it with some flour. Brushing some of her long black hair out of her face and continuing cooking. Well at least the caprese salade would be easy to make. Just mix all the ingrediants together and set in the fridge until it's finished. Desert would be a bit difficult though...
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Luigi Largo
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Post by Luigi Largo on Aug 28, 2011 21:18:43 GMT -5
Luigi watched his mother from behind the door, peering in at her quietly. He liked having her in the kitchen again, some of his best and earliest memories were of his mother infront of a stove making a sauce or him by her side helping her in some way. Usually slicing up vegetables for her.
It made it feel like home again. "Mama?" He said walking into the room, glad that it was just him and her now. "Do...you want me to help?" He looked at her like he did when he was a little boy, hopeful and reserved. Like he hadn't been in twenty long sad years. "I still remember that trick you taught me...about dicing food up."
He didn't tell her that he had used that same trick when killing people...or that he had stolen all her old kitchen knives after her "funeral" and had kept one by his side ever since then. Because they made him feel closer to her each time he held one.
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Post by Amber Sweet on Sept 3, 2011 21:18:59 GMT -5
Amber sat up in her room looking at herself irratibly in the mirror. She was coming down from a Z high and could feel the dull ache around her eyes. She had gotten her eyebrows redone and eyelash transplants. Amber could feel her eyes tearing up, because she blinked to slow. "Damn!" She growled wipeing her eyes. She was afraid that if her mother saw her crying she would think that she would think it was because of her.
And Amber did not want to do cry infront of her or her sister she had yet to meet. (Wether real or fake) Showing that type of weakness right off the bat would be a stupid move. "Keep it together Amber." She hissed at the mirror. "You can not let your guard down. Not now..."
She reached over and, after making sure her door was firmly closed took out the last of her Z, placed it in her own Z gun and shot it against her inner thigh next to her bikini line. She could feel it coursing through her system. It wasn't strong, but it would last her through dinner at least. Hopefully.
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Post by Pavi Largo on Sept 3, 2011 21:44:46 GMT -5
Pavi stared into his mirror critically, smoothing the sides of his mask as he hooked the edges into the large staples protruding from the sides of his face. The mask was fresh, by his terms, as he'd only obtained it two nights ago from some opera whore he'd stumbled into, and was a rather nice one at that. He thought that wearing his sister's face to the dinner table might lead to some awkward questions and disapproval from his mother, as he already knew how she frowned upon his face stealing. But as he had little other choice, due to his heavy scars beneath the mask, he supposed that he might as well pick out a nice one for her to frown upon.
Smiling at his attractive reflection looking back at him, Paviche strode out of his bedroom door. The only downside to this evening spent with his mother was that his siblings would be present as well, but there wasn't much he could do about that, short of killing them. And he knew that his mother would disapprove of that action.
Passing by his sister's door, Pavi paused for a moment, and decided to knock. Knowing Amber, he'd probably have to remind her to even come this evening, due to her reaction earlier to their mother's arrival and her general...well, personality. After he'd knocked a few times, he leaned in towards the door, listening for any sounds within. Growing up in the Largo household had taught him many times that knocking was a priority, if he didn't want to walk in on something "private."
"Amber? Are-a you coming?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. For once, it sounded quiet inside the other's room, though Pavi was unsure if this was a good or a bad thing.
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Lucretzia Largo
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Post by Lucretzia Largo on Sept 3, 2011 22:03:05 GMT -5
"Of course you can-a help, Lucci." Lucretzia said using her old nickname for her oldest son. "Here, you can chop of the lettuce and set it in the-a bowl. And after that grate that-a mozerella." She started the water boiling, then began cutting the spinache dough up into the right shape. Large flat and with sharp riddged edges. Then she got another bowl out of the fridge, full of ice water. She dipped each of the newly formed lasgna noodles in the ice then lay it out on a plate. She glanced over at Luigi. "I still can't believe how-a large you've-a gotten." She said quietly. "It seems like-a last week that-a you could-a only reach my hip and-a wanted me to-a carry you every where." Lucretzia took the hem of her apron to dab her eyes.
"Io ti amo così tanto, Luigi. Ragazzo mio grande bambino forte." She said quietly.
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Post by Amber Sweet on Sept 3, 2011 22:22:25 GMT -5
"Of course I'm coming!" Amber snapped at her second eldest brother through, impatient and angry. She hated to be reminded that she'd have to sit at the dinner table with her. "What choice do I have?"
Well she supposed she did, somewhat. But she needed to know why their mother had left them, even if she was sure that everything their mother had told them thus far was an absolute lie. She knew her father had done some horrible things but to threaten the lives of his own children to avoid a divorce...no it was a lie a horrible horrible lie!
She looked at herself in the mirror, hoping her pupils weren't to dialated. But then again if they did she could say it was some of GeneCo's new contacts. "I'll be down in a few minutes I'm still getting ready." She said hoping that most of the Z side effects would wear off enough so that they weren't noticeable.
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Post by Vittoria Largo on Sept 3, 2011 22:52:59 GMT -5
Vittoria sat nervously in the town car that he mother had sent to pick her up from their motel. She was nervously bouncing her knee sitting and looking at the GeneCo tower entrance. The building was so much more intimidating up close, like a gigantic monolith that people would worship in the ancient times. (Which now that she thought about it, the whole world did kind of worship GeneCo.)
It had taken almost half an hour to get here, taking the fastest route with the minimum traffic. Durring that time Vittoria had re-done her hair at least five times. Tying it up, parting it diffrent ways until finally she just settled to down parted to the side and held back with a simple gold barrett.
Vittoria looked down at what she was wearing and suddenly felt very self concious. She had chosen to wear something that now that she thought about it looked like her school uniform. A simple ruffled short sleeved white shirt and, of all things, liliac colored pleated skirt that stopped just at her knee. She wore white hose with them and a pair of small black heels. The only jewlery she wore was the gold cross her grandmother had given her for her thirteenth birthday for luck and small pearl earrings
"I'll have to go in some time." She sighed to herself, reapplying her clear lip gloss and opening the door. She showed the doorman the I.D. her mother had given her. "Where, do I-a wait?" She asked polietly. "Do I go up to them or do I-a wait here in the-a lobby?"
"Your mother instucted that someone would meet you in the lobby." "Grazi." Vittoria said dipping her head to the man and going in. She sat down in a rather uncomfortable chair crossing and uncrossing her legs slightly. It was chilly in her as well, not a good place to be wearing a skirt like this. She just hoped someone would show up soon.
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Post by Pavi Largo on Sept 6, 2011 7:15:12 GMT -5
Pavi rolled his eyes at Amber's response, retreating back away from her door with a scowl. Knowing Amber, he didn't doubt that she would have found some way out of it if she'd been really apposed to the idea of a dinner with their mother. Biting his tongue, Pavi walked away from her door, heading down towards one of the elevators.
Dinner was still probably being prepared, anyway, and as Pavi didn't know a single thing about cooking, he decided to take a small walk through the house. It might do him some good to be alone with his thoughts...plus, there was the possibility of running into a nice little GENtern on the way there. Smirking to himself at the thought, Pavi pushed the elevator button down to the first floor, getting out at the lobby.
Striding a few steps inward, the youngest Largo paused at the sight of a female, but not a GENtern. A rather attractive female, he realized, as he stepped closer. Then again, who didn't Paviche find attractive? Nevertheless, the Largo child was curious now, and wanted to know what such an attractive young girl was doing in his lobby.
"Excuse-a me," he said politely, walking up towards the chair she sat in with a smirk. He clasped his hands behind his back, almost gentlemanly, and peered down at her. She was young, obviously, but carried a bit of refinement, and there was obvious potential in her face for better looks down the road. Not that she didn't possess them now. "Can I help-a you with-a something?"
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Post by Vittoria Largo on Sept 6, 2011 10:52:50 GMT -5
Vittoria, who at that time had her e-reader out and was reading through the Spark Note version of Dante's Inferno for her test coming up in AP Literature. Looked up, a bit shocked that one of her brothers had been sent to get her. "Prehapse..." She said carefully putting her e-reader away and standing up carefully smoothing down her skirt. "I believe that-a you may be expecting me. My name it Toria."
She glanced up at her 'fratello maggiore' suprised how tall he was compared to her, she only came up to his shoulder. Though now that she got a better and up close took at him she could see the family resemblance. Both had the same shade of hair, same dark thick lashes and glancing down at Pavi's hands the same shape hands. Long thin fingers and smallish wrists for the size of their hands.
Vittoria wasn't the bit fazed by the mask he was wearing, since she knew about his face stealing and such having snuck several magazines and tabloids away from her mother and read up on her siblings. To better prepare for tonight. "Were you-a sent to show me around?"
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Luigi Largo
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Post by Luigi Largo on Sept 6, 2011 23:01:33 GMT -5
Luigi looked away, a bit embarassed that his mother was gushing over him. Not that he didn't enjoy it, it had been ages since he had recived any type of praise from anyone who wasn't being out right threatend by him or Geneco.
"I love you too, Mama." Luigi said quietly. Wrapping his arm around his mother shoulder and pulling her into a hug. It seemed odd to him that he was now taller than her, and he never realized how small she was. When he was a little boy she had seemed so big and strong like nothing in the world could harm her. Which is why her "death" was such a blow to the younger Luigi. And now that he had her back he was terrified she would slip away from him again, and knowing that Luigi thought his mother looked even more frail than she actually was. He held her tight, but not to tight, swearing he'd do whatever it took to make sure she stayed safe and with him.
"But could you please not call me Lucci when the others are around. It's...kind of embarassing, not that I don't like it when you say it. I like when you say it. I just don't want them calling me that since it sounds like a girls name."
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Lucretzia Largo
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Post by Lucretzia Largo on Sept 8, 2011 20:32:35 GMT -5
"Naturalmente, Luigi, naturalmente!" Lucretzia said letting go of her son and going back to stir in the lasagna noodles they were almost done. She stired the other various pots quickly. Then turned her back and got out a large baking dish.
"Lucci," She said over her shoulder, "Do you-a know where your brother and sister are? I don't want any of-a you to miss our first family dinner together. Also Vittoria should-a be arriving soon enough."
She paused and let out a sigh, taking a large spoon and taking the one of the noodles out of the pot and into the pan. than layring it with the various sauces and chesse three times. Than repeated the process three or four times until she was done. She covered the top layer with green and black olives. When she was done she placed it in the oven and set the timer for half an hour. She wiped the sweat off her brow and turned back to Luigi.
"I just-a hope that the three of you will like her or at-a the very least make sure that-a she's comfortable here. It-a would mean the world to me for all of you to get along. La famiglia è la patria del cuore, remember that Lucci."
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Post by Amber Sweet on Sept 9, 2011 15:34:58 GMT -5
Amber finished running a brush through one of her favorite wigs, straight blue-black hair, with bangs that came just above her eyes. As she securing it in place to her own natural hair with several surgical pins she looked into the mirror and the sight gave her a start.
With this wig on she looked almost exactly like her mother, even with all the surgeries that she had gone through over the years the resemblance was more than striking. And it was made more evident with the wig on. Amber roughly yanked it off and tossed it across the room. A bit upset that now she could never wear it again without being reminded of her mother. She'd just have to settle for another one, the short black one then. Amber quickly put it on and began to go through her closet picking the first outfit that she touched. A short gold halter dress with matching shoes and brown-black hose. Formal but not to formal.
Amber sighed as she pulled on the hose and smoothed it down. Hopefully this night would at least be bearable, and if not bearable she could always go out and score some Z. After she was done dressing she slid her shoes on and went back to her closet, going through her jewelry boxes. Slipping on a couple of gold rings, bangles, and finally a pair of gold hoops. She liked gold, it reminded her of who and what she was. And it reminded her of a saying her father was fond of saying:
"Gold, makes the world go round." She said recalling her fathers exact words. Amber had to remind herself of that tonight, that even if her family hated her (which she no doubt knew) that her world might crumble and she might learn things that she didn't really want to know about herself and her family at least she had her fortune. And no one would take that from her, she would gladly die first than be parted with it.
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Luigi Largo
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Post by Luigi Largo on Sept 9, 2011 21:36:04 GMT -5
Your family is the homeland of your heart Luigi winced a little bit at that. He didn't like the idea of having to willingly be nice or kind to his brother or sisters. (He also didn't like the idea of having another sister, Amber was more than enough.) But he wanted to make his mother happy, and his stomache ached when he thought of her looking at her the way his father had.
So he smiled and nodded. Hoping that at least when she was around, she would be able to control his temper.
"Alright Mama." Was all he said as he went back to cutting up the salade and vegetables. Placing them all in a bowl and tossing it around with a pair of tongs. Though he knew he would more than likely break said promise the moment her back was turned. He was the oldest and he'd be damned if any of his snivling whiny bratty younger siblings disrepected him to his face.
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Lucretzia Largo
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Post by Lucretzia Largo on Sept 10, 2011 0:20:21 GMT -5
"Grazi." Lucretzia said taking out the cold cucumber soup she had prepared an hour earlier. It was ready as there was a thin layer of ice ontop of it. She cracked it gently with a spoon and stirred it. Than began laddeling it into five small soup bowls.
"Luigi," She said looking up at her eldest son, "Could-a you go make sure that-a the dining room is ready? Make sure that-a the staff has-a set out five seats and-a are getting the-a gold and white dishes out. With-a the matching cutlery."
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Post by Pavi Largo on Sept 10, 2011 22:44:45 GMT -5
Perhaps, if the Pavi had been paying better attention to things that had been told to him countless times over the past twenty-four hours, he would have remembered the fact that "Toria" was obviously a nickname for "Vittoria;" but of course, he hadn't. He'd been too preoccupied with checking the girl out to pay attention to such minor details. She was obviously underage, but did the Pavi care? Absolutely not. It wouldn't be the first time the younger Largo had played around with jailbait, and it probably wouldn't be the last.
"Hmm?" Pavi said suddenly, drawn out of his thoughts by the girl's words. Expecting her? Who was he supposed to be expecting again? "Oh, yes, of course," he smiled, nodding as though he knew exactly what she was talking about.
"Paviche Largo, at-a your service," he grinned coyly, taking the girl's hand and kissing the top of it. "I hate-a to see a lady left-a by herself, even in a place-a such as-a this. Would-a you like me to escort-a you around my home to where you are expected?" He gave a flirtatious smirk now, one that always made the young ragazze blush and giggle.
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