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Post by Lucio Amadore Cavallone on Sept 13, 2011 19:46:16 GMT -5
I'm Feeling Like it [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #EBE4E4; width: 450px; border-top: #000000 12px solid; border-bottom: #000000 12px solid; border-left: #000000 dashed 2px; border-right: #000000 dashed 2px; color: grey; text-align: justify;][style=float: left; margin-left: 25px; margin-top: 20px; margin-right: 15px; margin-bottom: 10px; border: 2px solid #000000;] [/style][style=color: #E01B4C; font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; margin-top: 20px; margin-bottom: 20px; border-bottom: 16px solid #000000;] Wordcount. oh-so-many!
Tag. just somebody
Place. just anywhere
Notes. just anything [/style]
[style=width: 400px; padding: 5 5 5 5; color: grey; font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; margin-left: 20px; margin-bottom: 20px;] Lucio was in the kitchen, humming some random song, while turning the little takoyaki balls while they were cooking on the fire. Having pinned his long blond hair up with a random hair tie he owned and left his long jacket on a chair so that he had some more freedom in his moves.
He wasn't particularly a fan of cooking. Nor was he a fan of staying home either, even if that meant he would be able to have a chance to meet his most trusted people, Fredo and his Rain Guardian. Ah well, not that it mattered if he saw them or not. He had just gotten that sudden interest into making Takoyaki balls and didn't feel like making them elsewhere than at home. Well, it was strange to make a Japanese dish in Italy but he did make Italian dishes in Japan whenever he was there so...It was fine, really. Besides, old little Italy could use some new stuff from elsewhere - thinking of it, it reminded him of that one anime he had seen in Japan Axis something. He would look that up later on. After all, he needed a show that would distract him in those boring evenings when he couldn't play any music.
The takoyaki being done, soy sauce all over them and set on the table on a pretty fancy way, Lucio stared at it for a while, crossing his arms over his chest and having brought a hand up to his chin. He didn't feel like stopping cooking now. And the kitchen was full of things to make and do, so...The secret Cavallone head took some random ingredients and went back to the furnace for a few hours of work.
Yeah, he really felt thrilled with doing this, cooking things for everyone of Cavallone to eat. He would have a lot of fun with it for sure. So Lucio went on cooking for a few hours with great enthusiasm and interest.
A few hours later, the kitchen table was full of food, the dishes done and the kitchen all sparkling clean again. And Lucio was on his own still, now slowly eating some of his takoyaki. He was lonely, but he had had fun. Now someone should enter and share the meal with him already~
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Post by Christoph York on Sept 21, 2011 4:55:17 GMT -5
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Honestly being in the mafia and a part time student is like going to hell, no wonder the word ‘mafia’ and ‘school’ can never go hand in hand. It took him 5 long days this time to finish a simple spying mission, well it was given to him because it should be easy for him but at the end of the day spying mission was never an easy thing for him. It would’ve been easy if he didn’t have assignments due in the next week or so, even during mission his mind kept on going back to the assignment he was just glad that the mission was rather simple and not dangerous. During that long 5 days he only had around about 2-3 hours of sleep, well he needed to do the assignments whenever he had a free time and not to mention he didn’t have enough time to actually think about food.
But he’s back in the HQ again after managing to find some relevant information, he went back to the HQ as soon as possible. He walked out of the black sleek 4 wheel drive with a black envelope in one hand and a simple red cap on the other hand. As he made his way towards the main building some greeted him while others just decided not too, but then again he always ignored them anyway so he really doesn’t care. The smell of the HQ always put him at ease for some odd reason, at least here he felt more relaxed knowing that he would be safe no matter what. He walked through the main long white hallway with pictures all over the wall, mainly just pieces of abstract art and some are about the mafia. Chris was about to turn left towards the meeting room to hand in his information, but a sudden smell of food caught his attention.
The moment the smell hit his nose his stomach growled, well someone is really hungry at the moment. Well he did ate although not a lot, but considering he’s the type of guy who eats a lot his appetite is quite large. Unconsciously his feet started to walked towards the source of the smell and took him to the main kitchen, slowly Chris opened the door and there was heaven. In front of him was a table full of food and they all looked delicious, slowly he walked towards the table totally oblivious to Lucio, well he may have known Lucio was there but decided to ignore him for the time being. Food was his priority, he sat himself on the table opposite of Lucio and put down the document and his hat. ”food…” |
[/color] he uttered the word in such admiration and literally started chewing on the food. Talk about hungry… [/div][/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table] made by hay shay @ caution! [/center] |
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Post by Lucio Amadore Cavallone on Oct 4, 2011 9:47:48 GMT -5
I'm Feeling Like it | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #EBE4E4; width: 450px; border-top: #000000 12px solid; border-bottom: #000000 12px solid; border-left: #000000 dashed 2px; border-right: #000000 dashed 2px; color: grey; text-align: justify;][style=float: left; margin-left: 25px; margin-top: 20px; margin-right: 15px; margin-bottom: 10px; border: 2px solid #000000;][/style][style=color: #E01B4C; font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; margin-top: 20px; margin-bottom: 20px; border-bottom: 16px solid #000000;] Wordcount. oh-so-many!
Tag. just somebody
Place. just anywhere
Notes. Sorry for the shortness ;-; [/style]
[style=width: 400px; padding: 5 5 5 5; color: grey; font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; margin-left: 20px; margin-bottom: 20px;] Oh? So he had some fans of his cooking? Lucio chuckled at the great appetite his Mist Guardian showed. The kid was usually silent, looking like an ignorant person and why not, like a fool. But Lucio knew better. He suspected him to know his real role in the Cavallone, but also guessed that he had more knowledge about people and things than he let the others see. It didn't bother him the least - in fact, it was maybe a good thing. Not to mention that unpredictable people were always more interesting than the ones that did things over and over again without any changes.
"Enjoy your meal, Chris."
Biting in the last takoyaki of his, the bleached haired young man didn't think about anything in particular. It wasn't because he did choose his guardians that he could get well along with them. Of course, they had shared some conversations, all revolving around business matters - the head of the Cavallone had made sure that his relationship with anyone else but the rain guardian and his brother Fredo was purely professional. He needed their trust. But if his plans failed he needed to make sure that the others wouldn't fall with him. That'd be a selfish thing to do. And it wasn't as if he could allow himself to be even more selfish than he was already, right?
"It has been a while since we were together, hasn't it? Do you like it here?"
The eye patch wearing young man grinned and shoved a plate full of onigri towards his companion, while grabbing for something sweeter for himself. He had a preference for sweet stuff. It was sticky and the taste lingered longer in the mouth. Plus, it was easier to cook too in his opinion, so he had made twice of the sugary goods than necessary to accompany the rest of the meal.
[/style] Da Credits. Oh-So-Important! Keep them in place. Or it'll haunt you. Made by Asako from OTE |
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Post by Christoph York on Oct 9, 2011 4:33:18 GMT -5
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Chris was and will always be the quiet one in the house, well there are a lot of reasons as to why he’s quiet but then again why would anymore bother asking him. Don’t get him wrong he does talk but not that often, he’s the type of guy that answers your questions but rarely ask questions himself. He really is content with the quiet and silent atmosphere in one way it allows him to think about other more pressing things like his assignments. But then again living in this rather loud mansion…it’s pretty hard to have those silent atmosphere. Even when he’s enjoying his meal people would always talk to him, why can’t people just leave him alone.
Chris continued to chewed his food albeit more slowly than before and listened to Lucio carefully. Sometimes he can’t help but wonder how close Lucio is to the rain guardian they’re both pretty close well scratch that they’re both really close like as in literally too close. Well he can’t help it, it’s in his nature to over analyze things considering he is a mist user he tend to over analyse a situation. Slowly he placed his utensils back on the table and wiped the remaining foods from his face, well might as well answer the question right.
”Well technically speaking I’m always around but I rarely go outside, considering I need to catch up with my studies. This past few days had been rather peaceful that’s why I tried my best to catch up with everything, although I must say it’s too quiet…”
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[/color] Chris said calmly as he drank his water. It’s just one would expect living in this kind of world you’d be happy to have one peaceful day, but to have a peaceful week is something weird. Here comes the issue with his attitude, yes he may be ignorant and doesn’t speak during meetings. But that does not make him into some kind of jerk who doesn’t care about the family, he knew what his obligation is and who his friends are. Ultimately he has his own way to watch out for his own family, although we might need to work on his talkative side more. ”You know I’d be more happy here if we can eat these kind of foods every day. “[/color] Chris nodded back at Lucio for the plate full of Onigiri ”Or better yet I’d be happy to have some kind of packed lunch or meal whenever I’m out for a mission.” Chris simply said as he picked an onigiri and started to eat them with a rather emotionless expressionless. But then again that helps him a lot with his illusion/mist nature. As he finished his first Onigiri he took his napkin and clean his mouth, Chris drank the water provided for him. He knew he needed to ask this question, he didn’t want to ruin this peaceful atmosphere but then again… ”So…why do I keep on feeling that something bad is going to happen soon?” Chris asked Lucio seriously as he stared directly at him, it may be just his feelings or it may be something but he just can’t ignore this weird feelings… [/div][/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table] made by hay shay @ caution! [/center] |
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