forum Teenagers in Italy Roleplay (closed for joining)
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@ConstanceAtticus

"I'm Oakley," She sighed, taking off her sunglasses and taking a drink of her hot coffee, "Oakley Montague." She figured she was somewhere near the heart of Italy, but she didn't really now. After she's gotten off the train and right into a cab, she'd handed the driver fifty dollars and told him to take her somewhere interesting. She'd ended up on a corner between an art museum and a coffee shop.

@ConstanceAtticus

There was a blonde teenager asking about who she was, and as far as he was concerned it didn't matter. As long as he wasn't a Capulet or a Montague, she was safe enough.

@ConstanceAtticus

Hey everyone! So the setting here is Italy, I don't really care where. You can literally be anyone, but the theme is sort of Roman Holiday meets Romeo and Juliet warring families minus the romance.

@ConstanceAtticus

My character:
Oakley Montague
Age: 17
Complexion: Tall, bright green eyes, fair skin, long black curly hair
Status: Running from both the warring Capulet and Montague mafia families that dominate Italy. Using her father's offshore accounts to fund her travels and safety precautions. Doesn't like strangers, or questions. Sarcastic sense of humor.

@Natasha

(Okay. Sorry for taking so long on this.
Name: Addison Savannah Grace
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Appearance: Curly, shoulder-length blond hair, apple green eyes, a dusting of tiny freckles across nose, 5'6, slim, fit
Personality: Kind, caring, mysterious, friendly, quiet, can get really sarcastic when under pressure, very over-protective
Status?: Running from both the warring Capulet and Montague mafia families that dominate Italy. (I guess)
Other: Let's find out))

@blue_topaz

Name: Adelaide Capulet
Gender: Fenale
Age: 17, almost 18
Appearance: Long, wavy auburn hair, bottle-green eyes, curvy, 5’7”, freckles sitting her whole face.
Personality: Adelaide is fierce, stubborn, and passionate, but sweet and loyal at the same time. She is quick-witted and sharp tongues, and learns hands-on. Her short-term memory is lousy, but her long-term memory is keen and sharp.
Status: Planning to run away from the Capulet family

@ConstanceAtticus

"Latte al caramello medio per favore." I speak slowly, in perfect Italian. I knew the language, I lived here, but I never used it unless I was talking to the locals. Most people knew English already. I hand the man 2 euros over the counter and sigh, and wait back in my corner of the cafe for my coffee to be finished making. I'd only been on the run since yesterday morning, but I'd been planning it since 2 years ago.

@Natasha

Addison sat down in a coffee shop. She needed to think. Thanks Blair. She thought, opening the backpack that her sister had packed for her so that she could run away. Whoa. This is a lot. I should have seen it coming though, older sisters are like mothers. There was a wallet of enough money to last Addison a long time, some extra changes of clothes, a blanket, a few notebooks with notes(from Blair of course, she wouldn't let her sister go without knowing that she could somehow help her.) an untraceable phone, a dagger, a water bottle and some snacks, a book, and some maps, and a few other things that Addi didn't bother looking at.

@blue_topaz

Adelaide’s hands trembled as she crouched down, listening at the door. I have to get out., she thought urgently, fists clenched.

@ConstanceAtticus

I picked up my coffee on the counter and then turned about to leave, pushing open the heavy glass door and stepping onto the street. It was bitterly cold and the wind was pushing thin sheets of dust along the cobblestone streets, but there were occasional spots of warm sunlight when the sun peeked out from behind the clouds. I wouldn't be able to run very fast in these high heels, but the point wasn't to run, it was to not be seen. I turned onto the left-hand side of the street and continued walking, headed straight for the sign that read 'parrucchiere' on the corner. Salon. I had a purpose- if there was one thing I needed for a first day on the run, it was to not look like myself. The fewer people recognized me as Oakley Montague, Sebastien Montague's daughter, the better.

@blue_topaz

Adelaide shouldered her pack, walking as quietly as she could down the pleasantly lit hallway, heart pounding with fear. This was her only chance to get out while her family was in a ‘mafia meetinf’. She heard a door open and froze. The door closed, and Adelaide quickly pinpointed it as someone entering the bathroom. Eyes farting around, she slipped out the side door and ran as fast as humanly possible.

@ConstanceAtticus

I had only brought a few things with me. In my purse was my wallet, with about a hundred in euros and about a hundred in American Money, what I had left after the coffee and cab ride. I also had an untraceable cell phone Id bought off my friend Harrison back in Verona, and a hand gun. I walk inside the shop, a thin woman greets me there.
"You would like a haircut?"
"Yes, please." I hand her about 15 dollars, and she takes me to a room in the back with salon chairs.
"What would you like today?" She sits me down in the chair and I sigh.
"Cut it short." I gesture to about the line of my chin. "To here. And dye it, please."
"What color would you like it to be?"
"I don't know, Signora. What do you think?" I look up at her, and she taps her chin in thought.
"A brunette, I think." She narrows her eyes. "And a little blonde."
I nod, and then gesture back up to my hair. "Do what you like with it."

@blue_topaz

Adelaide sprinted, taking small side roads and alleys to avoid being seen. She stopped to rest by a hair salon, panting. She glanced up at it. A disguise would be useful..

@ConstanceAtticus

After about an hour of getting my hair cut, it's finally done and my head feels so much lighter. I glance in the mirror and smile a little.
"Thank you, Signora." I look different. I used to have such startling features between my palor and jet black hair, and now I seemed more Italian. My mother was Greek and my father was too, but they had divorced when I was young and my mom had taken me and married into the Montague family. My physical differences to the rest of the Montagues had made me stand out, but now I appeared much more similar to the rest of the true Italian population- far less likely to get picked out in a crowd anywhere.
"No, thank you bambina." She smiles kindly, and then I leave. On to a clothing store. But before that, I'd have to find a little hotel to stay the night in. Somewhere I could set up my laptop and wire more cash into my indirect accounts. I had a stream going, a paper trail than nobody could follow. I threaded money from my father's offshore accounts, each at a random interval, and then wired it into several different accounts. Some linked to charities, some linked to the Capulets just for kicks, and only a few linked to me. It would take them months to find me if they tried to do it by money, and I switched accounts through my systems on a daily basis.