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Post by Vittoria Largo on Nov 29, 2011 23:32:55 GMT -5
As soon as Luigi latched onto Pavi's neck with his hands, Toria felt rather, for lack of a better word, guilty. Guilty for having put Pavi in such a situation after he stuck up for her. Granted it might have been because this was the first time anyone was willing to take a beating for her but still. She felt some kind of loyalty towards him.
When Pavi dropped his mirror Toria rushed to retrieve it knowing that Luigi would be too distracted by hurting Pavi to notice her. She saw an opening to hit him when Pavi kicked Luigi hard between the legs. She lifted the mirror, metal side facing of course, and brought it down hard with a smack on the back of Luigi's head.
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Post by Luigi Largo on Nov 29, 2011 23:39:18 GMT -5
Luigi thought he was winning, and that he was putting Pavi in his place for good this time, and soon he'd move on to their baby sister. He grinned with a type of manic sadism as he noticed the flesh beneath Pavi's mask going from pale to almost blue. It excited him....much much more than just a simple beating would, he could already feel his pants becoming tighter. He would probably have to fuck several Geneterns after all this was over, like he usually did after giving Pavi a beating.
Then Pavi kicked him, hard, between the legs. Luigi let out a pained yelp and his grip only faltered slightly. Giving his brother air but not letting him go. Then something hard smacked him up side his head. He became very dizzy and let go of Pavi and stumbled around.
There was a sharp ringing in his ears and he couldn't see straight. He stumbled right into a table, knocking several surgical instruments to the floor. Luigi grabbed onto the table and attempted to maintain his balance, though slowly sliding to his knees on the floor. "I'm going to fucking kill you..." He slurred, resting his head on the cart.
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Post by Amber Sweet on Nov 30, 2011 14:42:24 GMT -5
"Ok we definitely got to get you out of here, Toria." Amber said grabbing her sisters arm and started dragging her away from Luigi. "Like, now! When he comes to he'll go after the first person he sees and let's make sure it's not you."
As impressed as she was by her soralina's courage and skills, even Amber knew that Vittoria wouldn't be able to stand much of a chance if Luigi go his hands on a knife. Even less of a chance when he discovered it was her, and not Pavi, who had knocked him out. That would damage Luigi's pride considerably and he'd want to pay her back ten times over for it.
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Post by Pavi Largo on Nov 30, 2011 16:58:32 GMT -5
Pavi gasped loudly as he was dropped, falling on the floor with a thud as he at last managed to draw some air into his lungs. He forced his breaths to come out labored and slowed, as he'd learned the hard way many times over that quickly inhaling after being strangled was often more painful than the actual strangling.
Shit, his throat must have been bruised as hell, Pavi realized after attempting to swallow. Not that Pavi minded too much. Bruises made it better...like battle scars, something he could use for later(in more ways than one). Luckily, his windpipe had built up a greater resistance after years of dealing with Luigi's beatings...which usually meant that Luigi would just squeeze harder. And, judging by the quick look he'd gotten of the front of Luigi's pants, it seemed that the older Largo didn't seem to mind the situation too much either.
As he remained on the ground, Pavi turned slowly to face Luigi, who himself seemed to have fallen down against a surgical table. His eyes darted towards Toria's meeting them for a moment with a confused expression; but as he saw the mirror in her hand he couldn't help but smirk a little. While this would undoubtedly end badly for him, he couldn't help but feel a bit better knowing that he'd at least managed to get her out of harms way for the moment...so long as Luigi didn't see the mirror as well. And even if he managed to get pretty battered up by the end of the situation, Pavi couldn't help but feel the same rush of excitement he got whenever Luigi struck these little battles...though there were times when things got a little too rough, like before.
"Sorry, fratello," Pavi coughed, a roughness to his wounded voice. He at last managed to push himself to his feet, shaking his head at the sudden rush he felt as he did so. "But not-a today. You don't-a look well enough at-a the moment," he smirked, a short, painful chuckle escaping his throat at his double-entendre.
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Post by Luigi Largo on Nov 30, 2011 19:11:36 GMT -5
Luigi tried to move or say something back, but he was just to damn dizzy. He had a vague idea that Pavi was getting up and Luigi attempted to as well in order to face his brother once more. However as soon as he moved a fraction of an inch away from the surgical table he could feel the entire world spinning around him.
"Fuck..." He muttered latching back onto it for dear life. He only barely heard Pavi's chuckle. He wanted to beat his brothers scared face into the ground so much! But mostly he wanted the ringing in his own head to stop. Also as he began to feel more than a little queasy.
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Post by Pavi Largo on Nov 30, 2011 19:30:56 GMT -5
Seeing just how dizzy the older Largo seemed to be at the moment, Pavi realized just how vulnerable Luigi truly was at the moment. Well, this was different. And Pavi planned on milking the situation for all it was worth. It wasn't usual that he got the upper hand after a fight, and even if it hadn't been entirely by his doing, Pavi couldn't help but feel a bit smug.
At his brother's curse, Pavi couldn't help but chuckle again, ignoring the still-present pain present in his throat. Stepping over towards where the other had landed, Pavi reached down and pinched Luigi's cheek, smirking devilishly. "That-a will have-a to wait as-a well, brother," he laughed, leaning in towards the other's face. He briefly touched noses with the other, still smirking before dropping the other's face and spinning around out of the other's reach.
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Post by Vittoria Largo on Nov 30, 2011 19:51:03 GMT -5
"I don't-a think we should-a leave those two alone...together." Vittoria said to Amber, who was still trying to lead her away from the room. "The-a moment Luigi sobers up he'll-a tear Pavi apart."
She still a bit confused, but touched, that Pavi would try and stick up for her (even though he knew he'd get beat in the process). Vittoria looked over at her older brother noticing the bruises that Luigi had left on her neck, which marked her own. And she was frightened to discover just how much she wanted to touch Pavi's wounds.
"Va tutto bene fratellone?" Toria said in a rather unusual tone of voice for her. Her usual tone was either emotionless or mocking, but now she sounded tender and delicate. Toria walked over to Pavi and gently moved his hair out of his face with her fingertips. As his hair touched her fingers she felt a new and unusual sensation, like a quick fluttering in her heart and chest."Mi dispiace ti ha fatto male."
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Post by Amber Sweet on Nov 30, 2011 23:30:58 GMT -5
Amber rolled her eyes at that and hurried over to Toria's side. Wrapping her arm around Toria's shoulder and gently pulling her baby sister away from Pavi. "He's used to it, Toria." Amber said to Toria. "Trust me, some of my earliest memories are those two fighting and Pavi getting the shit knocked out of him by Luigi. It's not the first time it's happened and it's not the last. So don't blame yourself."
Upclose you could see how similar (same black hair, similar shapely legs and ivory skin) and yet how diffrent they were. (Ambers straight hair contrasted with Toria's slightly wavy hair, Ambers short skirt and low plunging top and fuck-me-heels contrasting drasticaly with Toria's innocent looking Catholic schoolgirl uniform and simple Mary Janes.) But no doubt about it they were definetly sisters.
"Now come on, if we don't get out of here before Luigi comes true he'll make sure your blood is on the floor too. That goes for you too Pavi."
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Post by Pavi Largo on Dec 1, 2011 15:09:51 GMT -5
Pavi's eyes widened slightly in surprise as Vittoria approached him, flinching involuntarily at her touch. He closed his eyes for a moment, as though bracing himself to be hit by the temperamental girl, but when he found that she didn't appear to be ready to hurt him, he relaxed slightly. He raised an eyebrow in confusion at the concern in her voice; this was very un-Toria. Compassion and sympathy were not exactly the girl's strong suits.
"It's...it's-a nothing, Toria," he shook his head, gently pushing her hand away. It made him feel a bit...awkward to have the girl so close, especially after their first encounter. Nodding at what Amber had said, he gave a short laugh, shrugging offhandedly. "Hey, it-a could be worse. At-a least everything's intact-a this time, no?" He touched his face at this remark, his smile darkening slightly.
Shaking his head, he put a hand on the girl's shoulder, stealing a glance back at Luigi cautiously. "Let's...let's-a go, before he gets any ideas, no?"
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Post by Vittoria Largo on Dec 1, 2011 16:14:56 GMT -5
Toria felt a little...hurt by the fear in Pavi's eyes for some strange reason. Usually she didn't care what others thought of her, and welcomed others fear usually the way others welcome friendship. But when it came to her older brother she felt an odd need for his approval on certain things, and also felt the need to be by his side more than usual.
Why she couldn't exactly say as to why. Prehapse she wanted to make up with him after her rather cruel joke she played on him when they first met. "I think that-a would be best." Vittoria said glancing at Pavi as he touched his mask. She didn't show it but already she had started to piece together exactly how Pavi had lost his face. Pavi's unconcious touching just gave her an even larger tip off as to what happened. And the fact that he seemed to become very submissive, if not out right fearful of Luigi whenever they were alone together.
She looked down at herself, she was a mess as was Pavi. Both of them had very large bruises on their throats, there was blood on their clothes, and both of their hair was a mess. "Medre!" She hissed "If-a Mama see's us she'll-a have a fit!"
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Post by Amber Sweet on Dec 2, 2011 21:31:32 GMT -5
"Well," Amber said pushing her straight black hair over her shoulder. "I can help you with that, Toria. A little makeup here and there..a longe sleeve blouse and Mama will be none the wiser. But we should hurry Mama's out of the house for now but she could come back any moment." She nodded to Pavi indicating that he should do that same. Then she turned to Jackson, Amber had almost completely forgotten that the Repoman was there. But since he was he might as well make himself useful.
"Jackson, I need you to take care of Luigi. Tend to his wounds, cover them up as best you can. And keep everything you've seen and heard her today completely silent! I hope I don't need to tell you what would happen if any of this got back to our mother or the press..." She gave the Repoman a warning look making sure she was perfectly clear. With a nod she, gently took Toria out by the arm and began to lead her out of the room. "I still can't believe you fucking broke Weegee's nose!" She giggled. "That's a first, even Pavi's never fought back that hard."
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