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Post by nico on Aug 5, 2008 3:57:42 GMT -5
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" [/size][/color][/b][/i]say whatever you want oh, I could never judge you be whoever comes into your head oh, you know I'll take you there "[/size][/color][/b][/i] [/blockquote] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/font][/color] [/center][/blockquote] N [/size][/font][/b][/i]icolette Russo had never been a fan of coffee. She'd tried it twice in the month she'd been here and it still hadn't grown on her. It was like everyone here required it in order to live. In Italy the only drink that recieved that kind of attention was wine, and not even to the extent of coffee, unless you wanted to be tipsy for the majority of your life. It didn't take long for Nico to become fond of wine, it was taking her a bit longer to enjoy coffee. So far the only theing she'd been able to stand was straight black coffee. The frilly iced drinks where simply not her thing.To her, that comnpletely killed the point of coffee. It was meant for nothing more than a pick me up, a caffiene high. So, when she entered the starbucks she walked to counter and ordered a small black coffee. I[/size][/font][/b][/i]t didn't take long for the barista to finish her drink. Nico payed with a smile and glanced around, trying to find a decent table. The place wasn't packed. There where a couple of people huddled in a back corner glued to their laptops, and a couple near the front who couldn't keep their hands off of eachother. Finally, she settled for a seat near the front window. She placed the shopping bag she'd been caring on the ground next to the chair and carefully took a seat. Anyone who saw her would have wondered why she was acting so prim and proper in a Starbucks. It was odd seeing someone sit up straight with a napkin in their lap just to drink coffee. Though, if they'd known Nicolette they would have understood that this kind of behavior was to be expected everywhere she went. A[/size][/font][/b][/i]s she took a sip of her coffee Nico glanced over at the couple she'd seen before. The way they looked at eachother was odd to her. Yes, she'd had realtionships. Well, one, actually, buyt that wasn't the point. She'd never looked at someone that way in her life. It certainly wasn't love or respect. those where things she knew plenty about. No, it was pure unbridled lust. Something that this self respecting good girl had never seen. Her parents didn't have it. Her own marriage hadn't had it. Yet, it's everwhere she turns in this city. This was something she found to be quite odd. Of course, if she didn't stop people watching others where going to find her a bit more odd. S[/size][/font][/b][/i]o, Nicolette resorted to the only form of entertainment she ahd left: a newspaper. It wasn't her ideal distraction, but for now it would work. She flipped it open and went directly to the politics and world news section. What? Did you think she was headed for fashion? Don't worry that's next. The first stop is always politics. It may not be her cup of tea, but that's about the only way she can keep tabs on her father these days. The two of them don't talk, so how else is she going to know if anything major was going on? No luck today. However, last week there had been word of him making his first trip to the states. Thank god she moved to California, and not Washington D.C. Not that she's become particularaly fond of California. Homesickness set in right after she arrived here and has just begun to ware off. Now that sh'es actually leaving her house and seeing more of the city she now calls home Nicolette is wondering why she didn't pick some place like Barcelona. That might have been nicer. Oh, right, She wanted to be an entire continent away from her father. P[/size][/font][/b][/i]erhaps she was jumping to conclusions. Maybe she was holding this city to a standard it couldn't meet. The only way to find that out was if she actually saw more of the town than the boutiques and the starbucks. Maybe a trip to the beach would brighten things up. Nah, Nicolette had never been one for sand, or a tan, for that matter. She was much more the heels and a nice dress kind of girl. That made her wonder what the club scene was like here. She hadn't had much expirience in Milan. Maybe it was time to go out ona limb and do something a bit daring. As Nico daydreamed about getting out of her house she subconciously turned the newspaper to the fashion section and took another sip of her coffee. In reality she could day dream all she liked, but you wouldn't find Nicolette Russo in a club of any kind. Something about the idea enticed her, but she was far to tight laced to go through with it. [/blockquote]
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notesThis is probably the worst post I have ever done. It's so scattered. I apologize.
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Post by blaise romano . on Aug 5, 2008 4:52:40 GMT -5
  he's an enigmatic wonder
To say that Blaise was happy to be away from Italy would be an understatement of the highest proportions, because frankly all he could feel was relief. Of course he was proud of his homeland, and he missed her dearly but being able to walk down the street without having the paparazzi flock to his side was too good not to enjoy. In Italy his family his the headlines daily, be it because of himself, Aeneas or Cillian it's just what they did with their time. Here in California he was free from the pressures of his parents, left to make his own choices and live his life how he wanted - if only for a short while. But frankly Blaise regretted coming to California, this place was a dirty, filthy midden and the people were foul creatures. The nightclubs were laughable and the girls were nothing special.
It was only in hindsight that he realised Italy had everything he wanted. But he was stubborn and this place had something about it, for all it's shortcomings there was a pull about the city that he couldn't explain. That intrigued him, it kept him here and the longer he stayed the more he realised perhaps he was being a tad hard on the city. There had to be something good about the place, and he'd find out what it was if it killed him. Blaise was dressed in simple attire as he strode down Robertson Boulevard, head held high and back straight. He walked with power, the large white sunglasses hiding tired eyes only added a sense of mystery to him. His hair was slicked back into an effortless quiff, though upon closer inspection it was tussled, unwashed and rushed. His clothes matched, but in the easiest of ways. A simple thin sweater and his favourite Hilfiger jeans, white flip flops on his feet. He was usually a lot more careful with his clothes but today he was tired, and a little hungover.
Coffee was always a good remedy for hangovers; he wasn't an avid drinker of the stuff but he wouldn't say no if someone offered to buy him one. He pushed the door to Starbucks in one fell swoop, joining the end of the surprisingly short line and giving the coffee house the once over. It stank of stale milk and old coffee beans, there were napkins on the floor around dirty tables and a couple were making out in plain view. Blaise turned his head, disgusted but too in need to caffeine to storm out in an affronted manner. So he stayed in the line, hands folded over his chest in typical defensive manner; out the corner of his eye he caught blonde and the sound of a newspaper opening met his ears over the din of the cafe. His head twitched just enough to him to see her, a face he knew from somewhere, one that made him frown in confusion. The blue eyes, full lips and rosy cheeks stirred long forgotten memories in his mind. Who was she?
"Sir?" The voice brought Blaise back to reality, it turned his head away from the girl and moved to the till, ordering his drink in curt tones. "And for God's sake, make sure it's skimmed milk," He snapped as he thrust money at the poor girl he was abusing. The girl nodded meekly and relayed his order to the barista. It was a simple one, Americano with hot skimmed milk - on the side. He wasn't the type of person to go into great detail with his drinks, he felt that were more aimed at people who drank coffee more than once a month. Blaise shimmied along, eyes back on the blonde girl as his dark brows furrowed into a frown. One whole minute was all it took before her identity hit him like a brick to the temple. Nicolette Russo, of course! The girl he'd been friends with for years, but they stopped talking after a while. She had grown up well, he noticed, smirk on his lips he barely paid attention to the barista when he informed Blaise his Americano was ready. Blaise took the drink and walked through the tables so he could creep up behind Nicolette.
Blaise could barely keep the devilish grin off his lips as he placed them close to Nico's ear and whispered to her. "Ciao bello," His tone was quiet, but there was a teasing, joking tone to it. He was quick to act, lest she got scared and screamed rape; he moved closer and gave her a swift kiss on the cheek before seating himself opposite her. The wicked grin stayed on his lips as he watched her reaction, it really was a long time since they had last met and he wondered if she would even remember him at all. He had changed a lot, for the worse some would say, both physically and mentally. He took an innocent sip of his Americano, straight black, before pouring the milk into and watching it blend in harmony with the coffee. "You've been keeping well, I trust?" He questioned casually, eyes lifting to look at her once more.
notes this is what a sucky post looks like D:
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Post by nico on Aug 5, 2008 5:36:30 GMT -5
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" [/size][/color][/b][/i]say whatever you want oh, I could never judge you be whoever comes into your head oh, you know I'll take you there "[/size][/color][/b][/i] [/blockquote] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/font][/color] [/center][/blockquote] K [/size][/font][/b][/i]eeping her eyes glued to the newspaper seemed to have been a poor decision. One minute she was reading an article about couture and the next minute she was almsot falling out of her seat. The sudden whispering of Italian in her ear wasn't exactly something that would have shocked had she been back in Italy. However, she had yet to meet anyone here who spoke italian, especially not that well. The voice in hear ear certianly belonged to a man, and Italian one at that, and it wasn't long before that suspiscion was confirmed. After whispering in her ear and kissing her cheek the young man whirled around to take a seat in front of her, grinning from ear to ear, obviously pleased with himself. There was something about him that struck Nicolette as oddly familiar, but she couldn't quite figure out where she'd met him before. Though, it only took a few more seconds for her to figure it out. B[/size][/font][/b][/i]laise Romano had been a friend of hers when she was quite young, elementary school age actually. His father was known for being a type of playboyand pretty much everyone knew his face. The two had grown up together, and gotten along well at first. As Blaise grew up he became a bit hard to handle, though. One minute he was a wonderfull friend and the next her was far to concerned with the way other people viewed him. His father expected his son to follow in his shoes and as he got older he certainly did. Eventually, Nicolette had put up with quite enough. He siad one to many foul things to her and she slapped him before turning around and leaving. Nico hadn't actually seen him since that day. She'd heard he'd follwoed his father a little morec losely than she'd originally thought he would. Which mad her wonder what exactly he was doing in California. "W[/i]ell, well, well. Blaise Ramono. This is the last place i'd expect to see you."[/color][/b] She commented and grinned slightly. Running into someone from her childhood had not been in her plans for the day. Not that it wasn't delightful to see him, the catching up part was going to be just a tad bit awkward. He'd likely missed the whole marriage - divorce - leaving scenario, and as much as she disliked it that was bound to come up. How else was she going to explain being in a place like California. Most people she knew never expected her to leave Italy for any reason, and now she was here. Yes, she'd have to do some explaining, but so would he. What exactly was he doing so far away from daddy's empire? Had he run like her? Not likely. He was probably just here for a change of scnerey, and women of course. "I[/i]'m as well as can be expected. I'm not so fond of the city, but I suppose it will just take some getting use to."[/color][/b] Nicolette explained as she looked her old friend over. Blaise had always been cute as a kid, but her certianly grew up to be an attractive man, even if he did look a bit hungover. That was to be expected, though. "How about you?"[/b] She asked, not wanting to jump immidiately to the question of why he was here. It was much more polite to begin with chit chat like hello how are you before one moved into personal matters. She certainly didn't want it to seem like she was interrogating him, or anything. First impressions meant quite a bit to her and seeing as these two hadn't seen each other in years Nico figured this was pretty much the same thing. In that case she'd be on her best behavior. M[/size][/font][/b][/i]emories from Italy suddenly came flooding back to her. Some where good and some where bad. Nicolette could now vividly remember striking him several years ago, she just couldn't manage to remember what he said. It must of been cruel if it caused her to act so unlady like. If Blaise still acted that way there wasn't much potential for a friendship. In fact, they already had a pretty good foundation as enemies. Once she realized that Nicolette felt the conversation would become even more awkward. Of course, if they just stuck to catching up and didn't rehash any old memories or open any old wounds they should be arlight. This was Blaise, though, and he did have a knack for getting a rise out of Nicolette. He was one of three who'd been able to and the other two where very much out of her life. She'd thought he was, and yet there he sat right in front of her sipping coffee. The whole situation seemed a bit bizarre.[/blockquote]
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Post by blaise romano . on Aug 5, 2008 11:39:19 GMT -5
  he's an enigmatic wonder
Blaise never had been much of a talker, in face he rather enjoyed silence but even he was willing to admit that this was awkward. He shifted in his seat, leaning his on elbows and smirking at Nico. "Missed you," He told her, although the look in his eyes told her a different story. Frankly he hadn't thought about her in years, he tended not to dwell on mistakes and that was what he considered their friendship. She had, after all, slapped him and for what? So he'd called her names a couple of times - it was what boys did when they were that age, she took it too literally, even now he rolled his eyes at the memory. He would admit though, that the feminine blonde before him packed quite the slap - he'd never admit it to her of course.
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