Renzo Giovanni (Nov 8, 2011 8:10:31 PM)
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Tasha Ribakov (Nov 8, 2011 8:10:50 PM)
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Tasha Ribakov (Nov 8, 2011 8:13:18 PM)
*Tasha arrives to the house, and stops outside, on the street. She eyes the number at the gate, and then the building ahead, and pulls her shoulders up instinctively when a shiver runs alogn her spine like a turtle trying to hide in it's shell. She shakes her head, and continues a few steps along the street like she was about to pass, then stops again and turns on her heels, and returns to the previous spot, overlookign the building with her eyes wide open and serious.*

Renzo Giovanni (Nov 8, 2011 8:16:02 PM)
Renzo's home was a single-story brick with accents of Mediterranean style. Somehow a copse of olive trees had managed to thrive in the front yard. A winding sidewalk disappeared into the foliage but its destination could be seen beyond. Bay windows on either side of the door were adorned with white lace curtains of spanish flair. The vague orange glow of candle light flickered beyond. The door was ajar and opera music whispered from within. There was something inviting about the home, something warm and traditional. At the very least it seemed cared for from the exterior.

Tasha Ribakov (Nov 8, 2011 8:22:04 PM)
*She burned a long moment of time simply watching the light in the windows, and listenign to the music, perhaps trying to catch a climpse of what else might be found inside. But the warm atmosphere did not make her feel any less nervous about her own situation, were she to pass through that door. Her nervous hands pulled a pack of cigarettes from her pocket, and she sticks one smoke between her lips, then covers the tip with her hand as she lights it. Then she continues to pace slowly back and forth just outside the gate, like a lioness behind bars, her hand moving the burnign cigarette in and out of her mouth. Such a tricky situation. Tempting and terrifying thoughts. She gazes once more towards the house as if looking for a sign.*

Renzo Giovanni (Nov 8, 2011 8:29:35 PM)
A cool wind swept through the street, proving that Autumn had come in earnest. There was a shadow of movement beyond the right window. It was probably the silhouette of a person. The opera music reached a climax, a woman's vocals reaching marvellous heights as the song came to the beginning of its exciting end.

Renzo Giovanni (Nov 8, 2011 8:29:44 PM)
(sorry I was afkish, I'm back now)

Tasha Ribakov (Nov 8, 2011 8:31:56 PM)
*She takes a final pull of smoke through the roll of paper and leaf in her mouth, and let is out with a heavy sigh. She drops the cigarette and steps on it, then pulls a pair of sunglasses from her pocket and sets them on her nose. After this, she passes the gate, and strolls to the house, fast enough to not allowe herself any more time to think it over. As soon as she has knocked, she regrets it already. But now it woudl be too late to turn back.*

Renzo Giovanni (Nov 8, 2011 8:37:44 PM)
She heard the sounds of life, or some semblance thereof, from beyond. Then moments later there was whistling moments before the door was thrown aside. Beyond was Renzo, his face shadowed by the lighting of candles in a room somewhere off the main hall that the door opened into. "Oh. How wonderful! I have such a surprise for you. There is a couple here just -dying- to meet you. Come in, please, I do so enjoy a touch of breathing company." Clearly it wasn't her breath he was interested in. Tasha would catch his eyes of dark chocolate locking on the nape of her throat and only, with much difficulty, tearing from that view to that of her own gaze. "Almost every day for me is in reverence to the dead. So let me show you how I celebrate."

Renzo Giovanni (Nov 8, 2011 8:40:43 PM)
Renzo's wardrobe sported subdued colors and extravagant material. It was silky with a satin sash that was tied loosely about his waist. His hair was a mess of uncombed curls, black against the pallor of his olive skin.

Tasha Ribakov (Nov 8, 2011 8:40:54 PM)
*One of her eyebrows is lifted high, arching above the sunglasses that cover her eyes. She is about to say her greetings, but then her thoughts are occupied by more interesting matters, the grey cells getting busy for a moment. Without much further delay she catchs the sunglasses off her nose and steps through the doorway, past the man who is holding it, and casts a look about.*

Renzo Giovanni (Nov 8, 2011 8:48:25 PM)
The room to her left was only lit by a single candle. It was full of furniture: a wicker chair, glass coffee table, a sofa, loveseat and wall-to-wall bookshelves. The shelves were filled with not only books but a myriad of trinkets. In the paltry light of a single candle, it was simply too dark to get more than a vague idea of what everything was. A bleached skull here, a voodoo doll there. There was an antique tea cozy and a variety of traditional objects you'd expect to find in a grandmother's house rather than a vampiric killer of his bestial desires. Opposite that room was another, but as Renzo closed the door, Tasha would notice it was as spartan as the previous was cluttered. A pair of pine caskets stood on a pair of wooden workhorses held them aloft. Candles littered this room, chasing away all but the most resiliant of shadows. A bottle of untouched wine stood on a small oak table nearby. Even from this vantage point she could tell the caskets were not empty. It was into this room that Renzo walked, b

Renzo Giovanni (Nov 8, 2011 8:49:00 PM)
It was into this room that Renzo walked, beckoning her with a smile over his shoulder and a curling of fingertips. "Don't be shy, come say hello to Leon and his fiancee Yolanda."

Renzo Giovanni (Nov 8, 2011 8:49:37 PM)
(workhorses -that- held them aloft.)

Tasha Ribakov (Nov 8, 2011 8:52:11 PM)
Eh, sure. *she tugs the sunglasses into the bag that hang from her shoulder and looked around to find the two...the peopel that he had mentioned.* Nicely done, with the lighting. Some people don't dare it with real candles nowadays. Those artificial ones just don't do the trick.

Renzo Giovanni (Nov 8, 2011 8:57:51 PM)
"I struggle with lighting them, let's not be silly about that. Fire and my kind just simply don't get along. In spite of how endearing the mood becomes." His laughter was nonchalant, though it was a hollow, polite sound. Renzo approached the caskets and reached down to pluck a palate, not unlike that of a painter, off the chest of the man. Leon was familiar and so was his fiancee. Tasha had seen them once and only once. They were the very couple that Tasha had witnessed murdered by Renzo himself in that dark alley. And now here the Giovanni was, dabbing his fingertips in a swirl of makeup on that palate and applying the mixture to Yolanda's cheeks, turning her pale skin into something warm and pleasant. "Yolanda and Leon. This is Tasha. She helped me end both of you and I'm sure she's pleased to see you both. Aren't you Tasha?" Renzo looked back at the ghoul, his head tilted curiously to the side. The grin on his lips was full of genuine amusement.

Tasha Ribakov (Nov 8, 2011 9:02:34 PM)
*Her eyes close tightly, and one could almost read the "shit" on her lips without it even forming up there. She holds that painfully awkward expression on her face a while before openign her eyes forcefully to their max and to look at the little setting the vampire has arranged for his amusement.* Yeah, great...*she says with a dull voice, but then pushes herself to atleast try to be polite.* ...beats leavign them to the alley, I guess....huh... I was wondering if you did anything to hide them, so....yeah it's all good.

Renzo Giovanni (Nov 8, 2011 9:08:23 PM)
Renzo sighed wistfully and turned back to Yolanda's cheeks so he might continue to make her look pretty. "Don't be offended by Tasha's lack of enthusiasms my sweet Yolanda. No doubt she is a little shocked. Perhaps regretting she came here. But we need to show her just how important you and your lover were to me." He tucked a stray curl of hair behind Yolanda's ear. It was eerily kind and gentle the way he doted upon the corpse. "Tasha. You're welcome to the wine." Renzo motioned to the corked bottle of a dry Sav. that stood beside an untouched glass. "Do tell me what's on your mind before I embarass you in front of our darling guests."

Tasha Ribakov (Nov 8, 2011 9:12:25 PM)
Well you guessed right about me not knowing why I am here. *she admits, still staring with a blank expression at the movement of his hands over the dead woman's face* Last time I messed with your kind I got punched, and I know I got it easy. One could assume that I've learned by now, but....eh. *she shrugs a bit, and then contiues to roll her shoulders, tryign to release some tension. Clearly she was nervous.* Thanks for the invitation, anyway. *then she leans forward, focusign her eyes on Renzo for a moment* They aren't _really_ here, are they? *she asks cautiously with a hushed voice*

Renzo Giovanni (Nov 8, 2011 9:17:54 PM)
Now Renzo's laughter was so real she could almost feel the baritone amusement on her skin. "Oh Tasha. Aren't you just -precious-. So thoughtful!" Renzo's eyes narrowed as if thoughtful. "I suppose they could still be here, I'll tell you a secret though, big eyes. I really don't know. But -that's- the point. That is exactly why it's important to remember the finer things, the traditional things. No one wants the angry dead coming back because you couldn't give them a nice resting place. And forgive me, but I do throw just the -best- funerals." Renzo leaned over and kissed Leon on the forehead. Then he blinked as if just realizing Tasha's mention of being punched. "Honey, I have no intention of assaulting you. But should we get into something of a tryst, I'll remember to keep it to light physical violence." Was he joking? Serious?

Tasha Ribakov (Nov 8, 2011 9:21:40 PM)
*That brought a hint of a smile over her otherwise freaked-out expression* Thanks, I aprechiate. *Finally she moves, coming a few steps closer to watch* And don't think I don't know, that I don't know for sure. I was brought up to believe in possibilities. My grandmom was all about tradition and old wives tales. You sound a bit like her. *she smirks*

Renzo Giovanni (Nov 8, 2011 9:25:47 PM)
"My grandmother raised me. I suppose I picked up some of her habits. So I'll pretend it was a compliment that you likened me to an elderly woman." Renzo winked at her, licking his fangs beneath his pursed grin. He went back to touching up the make up on Yolanda while he spoke. "This is the truth in the Day of the Dead. It's about respect. Tradition. It's also about making sure the ghosts of people you've wroned don't come after your ass."

Renzo Giovanni (Nov 8, 2011 9:27:42 PM)
(wronged, blah)

Tasha Ribakov (Nov 8, 2011 9:28:11 PM)
So..you do this to all your victims? Or are these two special in your count somehow? *She asked casually, now that most of the tension in her has released.* And what do you do if they come after you, hmm? I knew...know a guy who is badly haunted by his dead ex. I try to avoid him nowadays...

Renzo Giovanni (Nov 8, 2011 9:38:10 PM)
"All of them get a funeral. Not all of them get my full attention." He smiled and looked into Tasha's eyes. "Good idea to avoid haunted men. It never ends well." Renzo strolled to the wine bottle and poured a glass, quickly catching it up in a palm and offering it to Tasha. "Care for a taste. I promise it's untouched. I've already decided, if I'm going to ruin you, I'd enjoy doing it with your complete consent. It's just more fun that way."

Tasha Ribakov (Nov 8, 2011 9:44:04 PM)
*even though her eyes narrow momentarily, she reaches her hand over and takes the glass. She runs it unde her nose and breathes the aroma, never lettign her eyes off him. Finally a smile appears again.* I'm honored. And well, in a way you could say that I am to be ruined in the end, no matter what. Doesn't take any effort from you to see that happen. So, thanks for the moment, Renzo. *she lifts the glass and touches the edge with her lips, barely sipping, only tasting a bit. She licks her lips afterwards with an appraising look on her face, but she doesn't commetn about the drink* It's a rare night when I meet a true gentleman....you know...one that gives you a funeral after killing you. Can't say the same about most of you out there, men or kindred.

Renzo Giovanni (Nov 8, 2011 9:49:47 PM)
"Now -that- is a compliment." He leaned on Leon's casket casually, running fingers through the man's hair offhandedly. Otherwise his attention was entirely focused on Tasha. "If there is one thing my family is good at doing, it's making gentleman. Rather unfortunate you and your beau didn't go anywhere, I would have been proud to call you a cousin." He motioned to the wine. "Is it delicious?"

Tasha Ribakov (Nov 8, 2011 9:54:51 PM)
*She smiles amusedly at his way to pamper the corpse, without any signs of feeling discust towards him or him.* it's alright. I'm not really a lady myself, so I'm afraid all good wine's wasted in me. But I can tell the volume of a liquoir from a taste, hehe. *She moves to the other end of the cascet and peers in, swirling the glass in her hand to spread the redness over the sides.* And yeah.. pretty sad...that some things have to come to an end. What do you think? Did these two meet eachother, on the other side? Or is that just romantic thinking? *she takes another sip of wine*

Renzo Giovanni (Nov 8, 2011 10:00:32 PM)
Renzo drew in a breath, it was a deceptively human motion. He needed the air to speak, but for a brief moment he seemed human. That was at least until he spoke, and the edges of fangs could be seen. He watched her drink with a hungry gaze. It was an envious look. As Tasha moved to the other end of the casket and asked about the romance of two mortals, Renzo looked the corpses over. "Oh, I suppose it's not entirely romantic. I heard a rumor ghosts are pure emotion. Pure rage. Pure anger. Pure love?" He shrugged with a casual dismissal. "If they loved each other enough, I suppose they could both be trapped by it, ghosts forever embracing each other." Then he watched Tasha. "Does that give you comfort?"

Tasha Ribakov (Nov 8, 2011 10:06:05 PM)
Eh? Dunno. Honestly, I think these two had it pretty well, so I don't know why they'd like to put a fight against the end of their existanse, you know? They looked pretty happy that night. What else could one wish for, but to die happy? And I'm talking about mortals now, since we have no choise. *She shrugs a bit, looking at the man in his cascet.* But then again...to alot of us death is a relief. Maybe you NEED to have some bad time in life, before you want to rest. *Her eyes shift up to met his gaze, answering the hunger with an almost hard stare of full seriousness.* I had hoped that you would know everythign about it.

Renzo Giovanni (Nov 8, 2011 10:13:12 PM)
"And you're so right, darling. They were exquisitely happy. Lustful, desirous, euphoric. I know because I tasted it." Then Renzo appeared suddenly troubled, a brooding look falling over his swarthy features. "And that is the real cruelty of my kind. The only time we can really enjoy life, is when we're swallowing it." He glared then, but his demeanor of annoyance was fleeting. He met her serious stare with its equal in his chocolate gaze. "Without bad things, how can we tell what's good? You need pain to know what pleasure is, right?"

Renzo Giovanni (Nov 8, 2011 10:14:43 PM)
"I don't know everything, and I'd prefer not to. Wouldn't that be positively fucking boring?" Renzo laughed. "I dare say it would. I love my ignorant bliss. My ignorant, bloody, murderous bliss."

Tasha Ribakov (Nov 8, 2011 10:19:17 PM)
*her demeanor turns slightly nervous again, and a timid smile widens to a grin.* Well, heh...I wouldn't say that pain is always good...Maybe as long as it doesn't leave a mark. Alot of pain does. *She averts her gaze now, and look sinto the glass of wine.* Things like those you mentioned make life so damn complicated sometimes. You got all your lust and guilt and love and all that packed nicely to one thing, like for convenience. *She dips a finer in it to bing out a drop, and then paints her lips with it.*

Renzo Giovanni (Nov 8, 2011 10:23:19 PM)
"Oh and I do so enjoy convenience, don't you?" Renzo mentioned rhetorically. Then he stepped towards Tasha. A little closer than might be usual for simple polite talk. She could smell a spice like aftershave on his skin. "So tell me, because here is something I don't know. Who is it that feeds your particular desires? Because I do know you understand what it means to taste -our- brand of life."

Tasha Ribakov (Nov 8, 2011 10:27:22 PM)
*Holds her finger to the side after redding and wettign her lips with the wine, and looks to him with open and somewhat apologetic eyes* Sorry, can't tell you that. It doesn't really matter, either. Not like you'd want to meet him face to face anyway. *she speaks with a slightly humorous tone, and purses her lips at him, almost tauntingly. Then her brows knit together.* But it's not Naji...*She almost spat out the name* Don't tell me you still think he's an assassin.

Renzo Giovanni (Nov 8, 2011 10:29:16 PM)
(just a sec getting a drink. :)

Tasha Ribakov (Nov 8, 2011 10:29:56 PM)
( no worries *peeling an orange*)

Renzo Giovanni (Nov 8, 2011 10:38:16 PM)
(okay back)

Tasha Ribakov (Nov 8, 2011 10:38:21 PM)
(wb)

Renzo Giovanni (Nov 8, 2011 10:42:15 PM)
"Yes, that would have been quite silly of me to employ him for a murder considering he's not even in the business!" Laughter again. "And thank you kindly for saving me from that faux pas." Then he leaned forward a little, she felt his lips against her ear. " Oh but it does matter. Because I'm wonder if your master minds sharing. I haven't tasted wine in months." His voice was feathery and soft. It was deceptively gentle.

Renzo Giovanni (Nov 8, 2011 10:44:38 PM)
(bah wondering not wonder)

Tasha Ribakov (Nov 8, 2011 10:46:44 PM)
*She doesn't let him behind her, but her head turns when he moves, always facing him, and her eyes get a defencive glare under the knit brow* He sure does. And so do I. Don't insult me, I'm not that kinda ghoul. The kind that lets anyone with fangs pump the blood out of her.*she almost growls with wrinkles forming on her nose. Then she adds with a slightly more polite voice again*....no matter how pleasant and tempting.

Renzo Giovanni (Nov 8, 2011 10:53:16 PM)
"How disappointing. You're missing quite the experience. Pity." And he took a deep breath. Could he smell the blood through her skin? Was that even possible. His eyes were lost in hunger when he stepped back and met her gaze. "What shall we talk about then, since my other plans for entertainment were so politely denied." Renzo easily closed a casket with one free hand.

Tasha Ribakov (Nov 8, 2011 10:58:27 PM)
*huffs, still appearing rather upset. Though...her better sense of the situation prevents her from letting it out as clearly as she might in other circumstances. She thinks a while, and empties the glas in her hand.* Nah, I think I'll leave you three now, if you don't mind? Thanks again for the invitation and sorry I had to disappoint you. *She sounds rather disappointed herself.*

Renzo Giovanni (Nov 8, 2011 11:01:56 PM)
"Oh stop it. I enjoyed myself and the company. I just would have enjoyed a little meal to go with it." He winked and beckoned her to follow him to the door. "I do so hope you've liked seeing Leon and Yolanda again." And he opened the door for her.

Tasha Ribakov (Nov 8, 2011 11:07:04 PM)
I didn't expect it, but yeah, it was refreshing, in a way. Made me feel more alive. *sHe steps through the door and turns aroudn to face him from the other side of the doorstep* And thanks for the wine. If you feel like having company, just give me a call, alright? Maybe share some more stories and traditions sometime. Eh...yeah, that's pretty much all I can offer you.

Renzo Giovanni (Nov 8, 2011 11:10:41 PM)
"Mmmhmm." Renzo nodded noncommitally. His gaze lingered upon her throat a moment longer than it should have before he motioned to the street beyond. "That's all you're willing to offer me. Can and will are two sweetly different things." A wink then, his emotions deadpan. "Do be safe now. I don't want to see you in a casket just yet."

Renzo Giovanni (Nov 8, 2011 11:11:35 PM)
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