forum Teenagers in Italy Roleplay (closed for joining)

Started March 27, 2018 by @ConstanceAtticus

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I stand there, unsure whether to be angry or scared. Saking it off, I glance the way the other girl had gone. Why had she seemed so familiar? Judging by the look in her eyes, she'd recognized me too.

I heard the sound of someone following me distantly and ducked under a corner into the shadow of a building. Whoever was tailing me didn't seem too concerned with making sure I didn't notice. I peek back around the corner and find that one of the girls from a few minutes ago, the familiar one, was following me. I knew I had something to worry about. I load my gun and tuck it away but within reach, and then step out into the sunlight.
"You." My eyes narrow. "You're following me."

"Who are you? I know that I know you. What are you? A Montague? A Capulet?"

I notice the gun instantly, but smile fakely and brush past her and into the alley, indicating for her to follow. My fists are clenched as I finger my pistol.

I follow warily, sticking to the darkest part of the shadows, closer to the mouth if I had to run- or shoot. "Tell me your name, mio nemico. Your real name."

"Adelaide Capulet, daughter of Lorrenzo Capulet. The leader of the Capulets. I'm guessing you're a Montague?", I reply coldly, bringing out my gun and studying it threateningly. I know she has me backed up against the back of the alley, but what she doesn't know is that I'm wearing a thin bulletproof vest under my sweater.

I sneer. A Capulet, then. "Oakley Montague, daughter of Sebastien Montague, Mafia Boss of Greater Verona." I steady my hold on my gun, ready to shoot for the leg or shoulder if I had to. The goal here wasn't lethality, it was memory. "You'll remember this day as the day you escaped with your life, mio nemico, Adelaide. I'm not here for you."

My father had always taught me to shoot for morgue tags. The truth was that I'd never killed, and never planned on it. Had to drag a couple unconcious people into broom closets, had my share of bruises because of it. But I'd never kill on purpose.

Without missing a beat, Adelaide raised her own gun, looking the Montague dead in the eye. "You really want to take the chance and shoot?", she challenged. "I'm not here for you either, but I could be if you don't drop the gun."

"Tell me, Adelaide, have you ever killed anyone?" I sigh dramatically. "Go on. Surprise me." The crazy glint in my eyes returns, the one that I'd inherited from my mother. I was willing to play defense until it looked like a hell of an offense.

I take five steps closer until my gun is inches from her chest. "I'm the daughter of a Mafia boss. Of course I've killed." I am completely calm, not afraid of killing this girl in the slightest. "But I'm guessing you haven't. The last time I saw you, your hair was blonde. You're disguised, then, which means you're on the run. A body would attract too much attention, as would your gun going off. I, however, am in disguise on a mission. I would benefit from attention right now." My gaze is steely as I stare her down, trusting that my lies are plausible.

"Your petty families plays too safe with you, Adelaide. You're the only daughter of your father's line, he doesn't take you on mission. I've hurt, I've killed, and I'm not afraid to make a scene. I may be on the run, but it's sure as hell not from your family. You should be afraid of me, little Capulet. I have nothing to lose." I sneer. "If you died, it would be the end of the Capulet line. They'd have to start all over again with one of your cousins, and we all know that your cousins lack the spine. You're the one who needs to cut your losses here." I unload my gun and ammunition scatters across the pavement, and then I shove it carelessly back in my purse and arch an eyebrow. "We're done here. Stop following me."

"The difference between our families is that the Capulet line are too careful. You make no gain playing the safe side in our business, sweetheart. I've been in the trenches since I was twelve years old."

And then I turn on my heel to walk away.

With one swift movement, I scoop the bullets up, storing them in my bag and stepping in front of her. "Was that really a smart move, discarding your ammunition?" I step closer. "Why don't we make a deal?", I whisper, my voice low and threatening.

"Well let's say you don't particularly frighten me, mio nemico. But I'm intrigued."

I cross my arms, unfazed. "I'm looking for something your daddy hid some twenty years ago. Help me find it, and we'll split the loot, 60-40."

"60-40, huh? Listen close, Capulet." I step closer, pushing her backward into the wall, cold fury in my veins. "I'm not running from any old Mafia situation here. I'm on the run from my father, Sebastien. He's trying to marry me off to some pushover from Rome, and I'm here to make sure that never happens. I don't want any part in my father's business, or the skeletons in his closet."

"But promise me one thing."

"If you find it, make it hurt that he lost it." I sneer, and then let her get away from me, stepping back.

"I know about the marriage. My father has better spies than you think." I smirk, pushing her off of me. "Why don't you just kill him? I did that to the last one I was supposed to marry. Turns out he was a Montague, an attempted spy. Did you know him? Anyways, part of the loot's a map of all the secret passageways under the city. You could use that to hide."

"Your offer is tempting." I think for a moment. "But on one condition."

I raise an eyebrow. "And that is?"

"If I help you find this thing that Sebastien took, you take my seat at the dinner table when you come back to Verona."

Nope, nope, nopety-nopenope. "And why would I do that?", I say coldly.