Renzo Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 8:51:14 PM)
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Chiara Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 9:06:57 PM)
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Chiara Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 9:09:16 PM)
*Txt* I just wanted to say I hope you're well and thank you again for the coffee. (I'm not sure that's smashingly clever, but work with me here)

Renzo Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 9:15:48 PM)
Renzo was sitting beneath an old oak. Splayed out over the earth was a green and yellow checkered blanket. Atop the blanket was Renzo. One leg drawn up close and the other stretched out as if he were a cat relaxing after a meal. It wouldn't be far from the truth. Beside him was a candleabra, the four candles topped with a lick of flame. He had a bottle of wine opened and resting against the tree. Beside him was a young black gentleman, dressed to the nines but with clearly a smaller budget than what Renzo was sporting. He appeared to be passed out. Renzo was replying to Chiara's text. *Txt* Would you like to drop by the Cemetary for a drink with me and a friend?

Chiara Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 9:17:47 PM)
-txt- If you ilke, I can. Which? I'll be there shortly

Renzo Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 9:18:58 PM)
*txt* the Saint Louis by the Manor.

Marchesa Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 9:22:29 PM)
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Chiara Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 9:23:02 PM)
let me know if I lag too greatly!)

Chiara Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 9:23:46 PM)
*Chiara arrived in short order, her car pulling up. She climbed it and took a moment to cross herself, gazing over the cemetary.*

Marchesa Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 9:25:13 PM)
Marchesa places Renzo's location in her GPS. She was going to pick up her 'date' for the evening... Some poor sap named Julius.. or... Julian... or... something. She too made haste crossing the city, her gaze dark as she wonders what mess Renzo has himself into this time.... Her nails tap a cadence on the wheel. She hoped to arrive before Chiara... to put things to right.

Renzo Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 9:28:39 PM)
Renzo hung up the phone and stood, brushing any remnant of debris from the soil off of his suit. Chiara might see him stand, a silhouette against the dull marble of a nearby tombstone. He leaned down and hefted the arm of the barely breathing gentleman around his neck. Renzo could have carried the man easily but a second glass of a delightful dry red called Nebbiolo. Yes, he was going to keep the rest of that bottle. For now he was laboring to carry the limp black man towards the gate. The curb where he expected help to arrive was not much further.

Renzo Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 9:29:05 PM)
(called Nebbiolo, made that difficult.)

Chiara Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 9:30:20 PM)
go ahgead, Chesa. Chiara will get briefly lost while I recover from cutting onions)

Chiara Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 9:30:42 PM)
eyes.. watering. ieee.)

Vitale Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 9:32:05 PM)
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Renzo Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 9:32:34 PM)
(lol)

Marchesa Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 9:32:54 PM)
The lights of Marchesa's vehicle pierce the darkness. The passenger door is unlocked from the electrical panel. The woman leans across the middle console, dressed for the evening in simple black with a salsa-styled thigh slit for aesthetic appeal. "Hello... Jules..." she murmurs, when Renzo does open the door. ".... I'm taking -you- to meet cousin Gemmy...."

Vitale Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 9:33:42 PM)
[ Am I crashing any parties? ]

Renzo Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 9:33:56 PM)
(More the merrier!)

Vitale Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 9:36:43 PM)
The evening smacked of Dawn of the Dead with Vitale cruising through the Saint Louis Cemetery, the Path Follower looking almost like he'd risen from one of the nearby graves. Save for the fact that he was completely in control of himself and dressed impeccably. The Italian slid a fingertip across a headstone's top and kneeled with little concern to that which laid beneath him, directly over the plot to read the letters of who he stood on. A quiet hum and he rose back up, cruising like a breeze through the locale.

Renzo Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 9:39:23 PM)
"Go on Julian. Be a good boy for Marchesa." He kisses the black man on the cheek with a surprising bit of tenderness. Why he had done that was anyone's guess. "I'll give you a nice burial later." Renzo stepped away and shut the door, his attention drifting up the inspirational dress to meet her gaze. "You're such a life saver sweet cousin." He took her hand and kissed the backs of her fingers. "Now I have to go be presentable. Do I look dashing as always?"

Renzo Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 9:40:53 PM)
He did a GQ pose for her. Brooding eyebrows, penetrating gaze, pouty lips.

Vitale Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 9:43:04 PM)
Ever the aware, Vitale zeroed in upon Marchesa's voice from a hundred yards away, given the general quiet mood of the Cemetery. Pale ears quirked, and carried a cheek along with them as he smiled. Italian leather loafers carried the unaccompanied Vampire towards the voice, where he picked up on another that was familiar.

Marchesa Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 9:43:12 PM)
She nods. "Of course you do... Knock 'em dead, Killer..." she winks. She gently disentangles her fingers, and revs the engine. "... we've got a dinner date.. Julian and I.... I'm thinking... Italian..."

Renzo Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 9:45:55 PM)
Renzo smiles, his gaze drifting to Vitale. What had turned into a body dump had become a family affair. Ah well. Julian was hidden nicely in the back seat. "Thank you darling Marchesa." He steps past her and opens arms to Vitale. "I saw you at the Manor, come give your cousin a hug."

Chiara Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 9:47:10 PM)
be ic in sec, apologies for lag. )

Vitale Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 9:51:05 PM)
*Tilting his head briefly, Vitale looks at Renzo incredulously. As if the man suddenly grew an eye in the center of his forehead, or something equally left field. He finished crossing the distance towards the two and spoke in a mild tone, one suited to the quiet mood of the Cemetery.* Mhmm. We met, Cousin Renzo. *A darkened tongue wet his lips as the Vampire shifted his attention towards Marchesa without another word, aforementioned curling into a smile. Though, even for his own ghoul, he had no physical affection.* And Marchesa, wonderful.

Marchesa Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 9:54:15 PM)
The approach of Vitale gave the ghoul pause. She studied him as he nears. Her fingers lightly flex against the cooling leather on the steering wheel from the open door. "Cousin Vitale." She gave a glance toward the body currently lying in silent repose on her back seat covers. "I was just on my way to Gemmy's restaurant; I am glad to have seen you... If there's nothing you require?" She politely begs his leave.

Renzo Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 9:57:12 PM)
"And I thought the New Yorker Giovanni were unfriendly." He offered a grin. "All in the family my brooding Vitale." He tilted his head in a bow and left the two to their discussion.

Vitale Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 9:59:10 PM)
We're past the trappings of all this, Cousin. *He gave a chuckle that was barely above a breath to Renzo and dismissed the mindset the one retaining his Humanity held, and nodded quietly to Marchesa.* Of course, Piccola. Call me if you need me. *A similar dismissal to the one amongst them who held a heartbeat, and he turned to face Renzo.* So, where do your talents lie?

Vitale Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 10:06:12 PM)
.

Marchesa Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 10:06:17 PM)
The ghoul inclined her head. "I will. Please, stop by my store later. I would love to show you some new items I've acquired for my library..." She straightens again in the car, and waits for the thud of the closing door before locking her vehicle. She paused to reach into her purse, tugging out a tube of lipgloss and brushing her lips with the applicator with the assistance of the rear-view mirror before adjusting it. Amusement flickers in her glinting gaze as she again noticed the slumping figure that was Julian. "Well, well... " she coos in a mellifluous, malicious purr… “… just you and me now…”. She bit her lip, and pressed her foot to the pedal as the car vrooms off into the darkness, the engine singing as she flawlessly shifts the gears heard after the winking taillights are lost from sight.

Marchesa Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 10:06:30 PM)
(thanks for the scene <3 you guys)

Marchesa Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 10:06:34 PM)
(ooc busy)

Vitale Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 10:06:36 PM)
[ Toodles. =) ]

Marchesa Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 10:06:37 PM)
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Renzo Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 10:08:38 PM)
Renzo stopped and turned around. "I am whatever you need me to be, cousin." As cryptic as the meaning it was delivered in a seemingly straightforward fashion. "I have an appointment for a bit of a talk with one of our warmer cousins."

Renzo Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 10:08:49 PM)
(Sorry had a phone call, better now!)

Renzo Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 10:14:15 PM)
"Would you care to join us?" He asks, his tone polite and welcoming. His lips and skin was flushed with blood and looked quite alive.

Chiara Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 10:14:38 PM)
back for real.)

Vitale Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 10:14:47 PM)
*He nodded mildly to Renzo and ascertained his appearance for a few seconds. Which, to Vitale, left a lot to be desired, with Deathsight as a flaw.* Vague, at best, Cousin. *Another light chuckle as he shrugged indifferently* I haven't anything else on the docket.

Renzo Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 10:15:25 PM)
(wb!)

Renzo Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 10:17:42 PM)
"Then come. I'm sure she would be thrilled to see you here too." Renzo spoke in stride, heading back towards the green-and-yellow checkered blanket. "Chiara Giovanni. She should be here any moment, actually. Are you two close?" He asks with a whimsical tone.

Vitale Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 10:19:13 PM)
Close? Oh, no, I wouldn't say that. *Then again, one doubted Vitale was close with anyone. Including his "wife." He checked the cellphone briefly and responded to a text, grunting something about work before moving to follow behind Renzo.*

Chiara Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 10:21:07 PM)
*So. Much and conveniently later, Chiara arrived! Searching t hrough the still rows quietly*

Renzo Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 10:24:15 PM)
At the roots of an old oak tree was a picnic blanket. A wine bottle lay propped against the trunk of the oak. He knelt down there and rested, posture curiously perfect. Feeling the buzz of blood polluted with that expensive wine, Renzo had a relaxed kind of glazed look to him when he noticed the woman. "Chiara, sweety. We're over here." He calls to her in italian, directing with his voice.

Chiara Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 10:25:04 PM)
Oh. Hello Signore Vitale. Signore Renzo. How are you both this evening?

Chiara Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 10:28:06 PM)
*Chiara was either more subdued in Vitale's presence or maybe it was the quiet of the cemetary and the night. Either way, she was more serious just now, nodding politely to both Kindred.*

Renzo Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 10:28:18 PM)
"I'm absolutely intoxicated...by having you join us." Innuendo. Yes, but there was propriety, always the proper way. Alluding to a welcome invitation was his beckoning hand, flushed with warmth and life. "Come sit down. Grandmother Gia made this blanket. It's quite soft, I think you'd find it pleasing. Come, sit, my sweet cousin."

Vitale Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 10:28:20 PM)
*Vitale leaned against the oak, resting what appeared to be tired old bones. Not exactly that in truth, though. He gave a quiet smile to Chiara with a nod and spoke in that same somber, mellow tone.* Curious. Relaxed. Yourself?

Chiara Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 10:29:02 PM)
Well e nough, thank you.

Renzo Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 10:33:50 PM)
"Chiara. I was hoping you could tell me more about the kind of books you like? I do believe one evening I overheard Vitale talking about a tome of sorts." Renzo looked up at the gentleman reclining against the tree. "So I suspect he'd be interested as well. It would be such a divine topic." A choice of words that seemed somehow fitting as he watched her approach.

Chiara Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 10:35:37 PM)
I like a range of things. Some of the classics, certain poets, the works of the saints and some philosopher's. I'm currently reading Dorothy Parker and St. Francis Assisi.

Vitale Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 10:38:25 PM)
*That, at least, made Vitale smile somewhat. Though he was more interested in mind expanding literature of black and white fact. Though the Classics weren't lost on him. When he spoke, it was of a quiet tone that one -almost- had to crane to hear.* I've personally been reading Skinner's work, recently. The way one can attempt to dissect the thoughts of a brain rather than the brain itself, and ascribe said diagnoses to many individuals just floors me.

Chiara Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 10:39:49 PM)
*Chiara shrugged gently and came to stand within a few feet of Renzo. She was more than presentable in an fitted trench coat cut out of a grey brocade with silver embroidery. Beneath it was a knee length black skirt, only an inch or two of was visible. Grey flats trimmed with a delicate bow and rhinestones finished the outfit. All relevant skin carefully concealed. Her gaze flicked slowly to Vitale, nodding slowly as she considered that.* Psychology seems both valuable and overcomplicated at the same time.

Renzo Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 10:44:12 PM)
Renzo looked between the two as they spoke. He seemed pleased just to listen. To hear them discuss. Attention lingered on Chiara's lips as she spoke as well as Vitale's jaw and eyes. He breathed in, tasting the air on the back of his tongue. His eyes seemed heavy with processing the delightful scents in the air.

Vitale Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 10:45:01 PM)
It's a science of ascribing characteristics to a potato. Or a snowflake. No two are alike. Different varieties cultivate different flavors. Appearances. You cannot hold a science for describing something that constantly changes. It's a vague addressing of something that isn't a rule, or even an art. Psychology appears to be little more than observing a few commonalities and calling it science. Or medicine. It's all fascinating, but little more than a time sink. Sort of like occupying the mind with excelling at playing a game with little to no merit outside of the enjoyment one garners, obsessively. *He mused just above a whisper and shrugged quietly, quite the antithesis of Renzo. Stuffy, cerebral, completely detached from this plane. In fact, Vitale appeared to be looking at things neither could see quite often. Especially in a locale like the Cemetery.*

Chiara Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 10:49:44 PM)
You don't think that, on occasion, interesting patterns emerge and may be more than coincidence? *There had been a pause, the words carefully chosen. She was aware of the gulf between them and the simple fact that he was an elder male. To contradict as such would be rude. The question was gently voice, Chiara giving a light shrug after a moment.*

Vitale Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 10:57:03 PM)
Interesting patterns often arise in any endeavor. But ascribing a -science- to the whole of it seems like an exercize in futility to me. *Again that chuckle that was just above a breath, a shrug, and Vitale settled into the oak cradle.*

Renzo Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 10:57:32 PM)
"Oh now this is just exquisite. Vitale, what a cold way of describing a personality. Take you for example. You're just a beacon of philosophy. Why I do believe I'm getting smarter just sitting here." He laughed in jest. Renzo's tone lighthearted. "I wonder dear Vitale. What is not futile to you?"

Chiara Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 10:58:38 PM)
It may be. *Murmured softly. Chiara swept her hair back gently and elected to look out oer the graveyard. *

Vitale Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 10:59:28 PM)
Knowledge. Understanding. Growth. The ability to overcome and ascertain situations. Family. *The "On trial" circumstance for the one who lacked Humanity wasn't lost on Vitale, though he dealt in the conversation nonetheless. Attempting to put the tenets of The Path of Bones into a nice and neat package for two who would never understand.*

Chiara Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 11:02:17 PM)
*Chiara nodded lightly. It was hard to tell if it was understanding (such as a mortal mind could conceive) or it was the expected polite agreement. Either was possible, considering the source.*

Chiara Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 11:02:41 PM)
Family appears to be one of the few things that remains.

Renzo Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 11:06:25 PM)
"Well aren't those just enticing descriptions for a to-do list. I like mine better, darling Vitale." Renzo said. "My to-do list would have been a cup o' chino and a peppermint. Caffeine and a dash of sweet. Such a lovely thing before a kiss, don't you think Chiara?" His gaze flickered to her.

Chiara Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 11:07:59 PM)
...If there was an intended target? *A pause, the faint, serious f urrow of her brow returning. She was startled as much as anything and not sure whether to take that as flirting or well. Something. A brief, sideways glance at him.*

Vitale Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 11:11:04 PM)
*He chuckled and shook his head, though the laughter was little more than an intermediary that lacked emotion. Rising up, Vitale nodded to the pair and checked his cellphone for another text.* One assumes we have exceedingly different opinions. Whatever the case, other things require my attention, Cousins. Enjoy the silence in one of the few places you can.

Chiara Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 11:11:25 PM)
Take care, Signore. It was a pleasure to see you as always.

Renzo Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 11:12:08 PM)
Renzo opens his mouth to reply to Chiara but was saved by Vitale's bell, so to speak. "Good evening sweet cousin. Do drive safe!"

Vitale Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 11:14:02 PM)
[ Toodles. =) ]

Vitale Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 11:14:05 PM)
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Chiara Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 11:15:11 PM)
He's certainly well learned company.

Renzo Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 11:17:18 PM)
Renzo turned to look back at Chiara. "Yes, it's so enthralling to watch him speak, isn't it? Quite the charmer." Renzo was sitting cross legged on the picnic blanket. "Are you cold my dear cousin?" He asks with a touch of concern on his tongue.

Chiara Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 11:18:09 PM)
Charmer? I think you've confused Signore Vitale with Signore Aldo. *Dry, but not unkindly so. A faint shake of her head to that.* No, but thank you. Though it does feel odd to be here at night. I'm not superstitious, but I wouldn't stay if you weren't here.

Renzo Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 11:22:43 PM)
"I have no wish to see you frightened, darling. You may go. I was only hoping you'd afford me a kindly request before I am lost of your sweet company." He motions before him. "Sit?"

Chiara Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 11:25:25 PM)
(My cat caught a rat!)

Chiara Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 11:25:32 PM)
It slowed me down for obvious reasons.)

Renzo Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 11:25:34 PM)
(lol)

Chiara Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 11:26:05 PM)
I'm not frightened with company, but I don't want to monopolize your evening either. *She blinked, but sank to her knees as that was the easiest sitting position in a skirt.*

Renzo Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 11:32:17 PM)
Renzo shook his head with a smile. "Not in the slightest Chiara. For moments of time to listen to your words I have as much time as I like." It seemed a polite way to move into the topic he wished to discuss. Though to Chiara it might have seemed an odd request. To him it was curiously important. "Tell me what you did, today. Did you do anything outside? In the sunlight?"

Chiara Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 11:39:50 PM)
back, thought I offended someone

Renzo Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 11:40:42 PM)
(np!)

Chiara Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 11:41:56 PM)
okay! Attempting post.)

Chiara Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 11:42:55 PM)
*Chiara blinked, managing to not flush, though her gaze dropped a degree. Or at least, lashes dropped into place to allow her even something of a shield.* Yes. Caesar and I went for a walk in the park.

Renzo Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 11:45:58 PM)
"Tell me...about the park? Was it warm outside? Did Caesar play?" His attention was focused entirely on her. There was something in his voice. A need to sate a curiousity that had no other answer but through her, Chiara. "Did your skin feel good in the light?"

Chiara Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 11:48:13 PM)
He thought life was close to perfect. He ran back and forth and I let him off leash. He dashed in mad circles, wagging the entire way. I didn't run in circles, but I did dodge after him. And yes, though it was only a slight warm, most of what I felt is the winter. I like that though, there's a.. purity to it. As if it can wash everything away.

Renzo Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 11:52:23 PM)
Renzo closed his eyes and felt the crisp chill of winter on his currently flushed skin. The warmth of Julian could be felt in his veins. The mortal man had been momentarily forgotten but the gift he gave to Renzo wasn't. With vampiric clarity he felt the barest change in breeze and seemed pleasured by it. A relaxed exhale of breath. There was the scent of the red wine on it. "Yes, I can see it. You with your dog. Dodging him as he runs. I bet you smiled." He laughed as he imagined her dancing about with her playing dog. "What breed is he, Caesar?"

Chiara Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 11:53:02 PM)
Even laughed. A cane corso, he's still a puppy and clumsy yet.

Renzo Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 11:56:32 PM)
"Strong breed." He mentioned. Renzo's eyes opened and he looked at Chiara with a thankful gaze. "To answer your question before. I always have an intended target." Renzo might have hoped she forgot the question that he now answered. Perhaps in fear of forcing Chiara into an awkward silence he picked up the bottle of red wine and filled an unblemished glass. Julian drank from the bottle, he had no palate for the firmented fruit.

Renzo Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 11:57:01 PM)
"Here you go." He set the wine glass in front of her, a gentle offer.

Chiara Giovanni (Jan 11, 2011 11:59:03 PM)
He is already. *She smiled to herself at the little signs of strength already showing. The way he walked, head lifting or barked at intruders. Not impressive yet, but.. She blinked again, eyes wider for a fraction of a moment before she tucked it away. Surely nothing of import. She'd take the class, murmuring and a thank you and took a slow sip.*