Post by giovanni claudio banducci on Apr 18, 2013 11:53:08 GMT -8
| [atrb=style,width: 420px; background-color: efefef; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/6jh1H.png); padding: 5px, bTable] GIOVANNI C. BANDUCCI 26 | HETEROSEXUAL | SELF DEFENSE INSTRUCTOR | LOCAL | KIT HARRINGTON 5 MOST IMPORTANT MEMORIES 1 - HIS PARENTS LOSING THEIR JOBS "Come faremo a pagare le bollette?!" Giovanni winched at the sound of something glass hitting the wall in the kitchen, shattering and falling to the floor, most likely in a million pieces. At first he hadn't been too sure why his parents were arguing about. Nor had he even cared. It wasn't uncommon for them to go at it after coming home from work. Gio had gotten into the routine of picking his little brother and sister from school, walking them home, making sure they were fed and bathed, then he would take them both into the room that they all shared in order to shield them from their parents. He could handle the yelling. He was used to it at this point, so he used his immunity from the screaming to try and distract Caterina and Leo from it. They were only children. Too young to understand why their parents were always fighting. Sometimes they would look up at him with questioning eyes full of concern and wonder. The most he could do for them was shake his head and continue reading whatever bedtime story Caterina had picked out. It was hard and he hated it. Hated having to be their parent because their actual parents were too concerned with themselves to even pay them any mind. This argument, however, was a little different. They were screaming at one another, spitting insults about how each was as big as a failure as the other. They'd lost their jobs. He'd gathered that much as he sat on the floor with his back against the wall. Gentle fingers brushed back a few curls from his sleeping sister's head that was resting in his lap. Their room was dark but he couldn't sleep. Not with all the violence going on in the next room. Not when the subject changed from worrying about the bills to discussing Giovanni's future. They were whispering now, speaking in hushed voices. Still, if he pressed his ear to the wall, it was thin enough for him to hear through it. "I know someone who could use him. Train him up real nice and put him to work. You know that kind of work would get us a lot of cash." Gio had been confused by this because he'd missed who they were talking about. Who would train him up? What would he be doing? He'd later find out that this wasn't a simple apprenticeship he was being placed in. 2 - HIS FIRST KILL Giovanni Banducci was no longer the innocent, kindhearted teenager he'd been some two years ago. He'd been sixteen when his parents handed him over to some Italian mob boss that would ultimately become like his new 'father'. Or so that's what they told him. Drilled it into his head that if he so much as thought as running, it would be the end of him. He'd glanced at his parents with pleading eyes, begging them not to make him go through with this, but the paper had already been signed with blood. Gio had to drop out of school to focus on his 'training'. He was essentially taught not to feel or think about anything. No guilt. Nothing. He was transformed into a blank slate that knew nothing except for the name he was assigned and how to wield a gun, knife, and his fists. Gio had been taught how to slip unnoticed through crowds. Shadows and darkness would ultimately become his biggest ally. And now it was time. His boss uttered a name. One unfamiliar to him, but the information needed to find this man was given. Giovanni was eighteen now, man enough to make his first kill. They weren't going easy on him either. This man he'd been assigned to was dangerous. Killed many times in his years, but they had faith that Gio could accomplish the task. He'd shown unbelievable results in all areas of training once he'd broken himself of his thoughts and feelings. Gio kept this in mind as he quietly glided up the stairs of the mansion home. His knife was held firmly in his hand, breathing silently, movements fluid and practiced. The door to the bedroom was open, alert eyes scanned the room. There, in the bathroom. Silent footsteps fell on the carpet as he crept closer to the bathroom door. The poor man was so unaware. So oblivious. Gio wanted to feel bad for him, but he no longer had feelings. How many times had he been told that? He attempted to calculate a number as his hand slid across the front of the man's throat. 3 - THE DEATH OF HIS FAMILY They say that as you got older, time started to fly by. That couldn't have been any more wrong in Giovanni's case. Two years of killing. Two years of following orders blindly because it meant a better life for his family. For a while he'd made himself believe that it was for the greater good, but with so much blood on his hands, he felt like he was starting to drown in it. He couldn't kill anymore. He didn't want to. Gio refused to let his hands slit another throat or shoot another bullet. He was done leading this life but he knew it was going to be difficult trying to get out of it. For a few days he hid in small towns near his own. There were people looking for him. That much he knew, but he needed to get his brother and sister. Had to take them with him when he fled to America. So he slipped through the night, allowing his ability to become nothing more than a shadow in the darkness to take over. Gio was as silent as death itself as he crept closer to the house. He forced his heart to still in his chest for even the frantic beating in his chest would signal his presence should someone be inside the house that shouldn't be. Gio slipped into the dark house through the back door. He used his knowledge of the building to avoid loose floorboards and creaky stairs. Something wasn't right. There was a frigid air to this place. Things were too quiet. No movement. Fear twisted in his stomach and all previous caution was thrown out the window. His heart sped up in his chest as he moved down the hall to his parent's room. Too quiet. By the time his hand was on the door his heart was in his throat, tears stinging his eyes. He knew what would be waiting for him behind the door. Gio knew what it felt like to be in a place of death. Still, he had to see. He had to know. Gently, he pushed the door open. The horrors that lay inside the room burned themselves into his brain as he fell too his knees. Too numb to feel anything for a moment. His mother and father were tied to the bed. Cold and bloody. But what really killed him were the bodies of his siblings, face down on the floor, tangled in each other's arms. A steady stream of tears flowed from his eyes as he buried his face in his hands. "Leo... C-Caterina. Ti prego di perdonarmi." Gio sobbed, begging their corpses for forgiveness. Maybe it wasn't just his family that he was begging forgiveness from. Maybe it was theirs along with all the other lives he'd taken. He was a damned soul and he deserved to rot in the deepest pit in hell. He should have stayed, let them find him so they could torture every part of his body. Break every single one of his bones for all he cared. But he didn't. Cowardice and panic took over. Gio fled. Ran as fast as he could to the airport to make his journey to the United States alone. The whole ride over he'd been deathly quiet. There was nothing left of him now. Nothing but a guilt that would haunt him for the rest of his damned life. 4 - MEETING EVELYN A good month or so had passed Gio by since the time he'd left Italy and moved to New York. It was a big city. Lots of people. Lots of distraction. The perfect sort of place for him to bunker down and hide. The only issue he really had was the language barrier. That was the only thing that kept him sticking out like a sore thumb. He was in a constant struggle with the people around him, trying to figure out what they were saying or how to ask for help. Gio knew how to speak a few words in English. A good few actually, but his accent was so heavy that it made it hard for people to understand. Then there was the fact that not very many people wanted to talk to him either. Most didn't have the patience. Everyone was so busy bustling to their jobs or were wrapped up in their cell phones with their headphones plugged in. Needless to say, it was frustrating. He had no one to help him and no way to really figure anything out. So far he was teaching himself through trial an error. Test out words, see how they worked and how people reacted to them. Wasn't a smart idea because most laughed at his ignorance or just glared at him for wasting their time. And that was exactly what was happening in that cafe a few hours ago. He'd been struggling desperately to try and communicate with someone there, but all he got in return were nasty stares and replies. Then she and walked in. Saw him in all his embarrassment and frustration and helped him. The first person to show him any sort of real compassion or genuine desire to help. She'd told him to tell everyone to 'fuck off', but he just listened mostly while she talked. Evelyn was her name. It rolled smoothly off his tongue, even with his heavy accent. The whole day she walked with him, just talking on about nothing that made any sense to him. The words fell on deaf ears for the most part, but her voice was still music to his ears. So light and beautiful. Cheerful and eager to help. Even when he hadn't the slightest clue as to what she was saying, Gio still found himself smiling, transfixed by the beauty of the woman who'd saved to day. Evelyn Kennedy. By far the most beautiful creature he'd seen in all his years of living. 5 - HIS WEDDING DAY Supposedly most people grew nervous and unsure during the moments leading up to their marriage, but Giovanni was nothing but calm. He'd spent most of the day sitting in his own company, getting ready by himself. He had picked out his grooms, but most of them were more Evie's friends than his own. If it weren't for her, he probably wouldn't have any friends really. Gio was too shy, too nervous to talk to people on his own. That was due to equal parts of guilt and uncertainty. He didn't know if the man he was would be acceptable in the eyes of someone else. He didn't know people would understand why he was the way he was. Most were intimidated by him anyhow. Didn't risk talking to him because he was always brooding off in the corner somewhere. Clinging to the shadows because it was the only place he'd ever felt comfortable after being practically molded by it. The only time he felt comfortable enough to step outside of that comfort-zone was with her. Evelyn. The girl who'd made him walk all around New York with her into the late hours of the night. After that he'd spent numerous nights in her college dorm, just laying on her bed while she talked at him from her desk. She taught him how to speak English and how to live again. How to feel. It hadn't taken him long to figure out he loved her. That he could be in love with her. What had taken him so long to figure out was if it was okay for him to love her. Would she be safe with someone like him? Yes. She would. Because while he was breathing, no harm would ever fall upon her. That much he swore to himself as he gazed into the eyes of his love as she walked down the isle. She was so beautiful. The only person in the room at that very moment was her. Everyone else faded from his vision just as they did whenever she walked into a room. A small, bashful smile fell on his lips as she moved closer and eventually stood before him. Giovanni took her hands into his, still having forgotten the crowd of people watching them. He repeated the vows in English, his accent causing him to fumble over a few of the words. He smiled apologetically as she mimicked them back to him, then it was time to kiss. A gentle hand pressed itself to her cheek as he leaned in, whispering "Mi hai salvato la vita." just before he sealed the vows with a kiss. BEHIND THE MASK LEAH | SIXTEEN | EASTERN | HA | BEAU/DANI/KARSON/NIXON RP SAMPLE? WAT.  |
