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Post by Deleted on Nov 30, 2014 1:07:10 GMT
| ♚ It was an easy, lazy day. The night had been warm enough for Marcello to feel sated sleeping on the roof of a storefront, and he'd managed to snatch some bread and honey from a shop that was notorious for turning a blind eye against the unfortunate who needed to eat. Licking his thumb clean of the small smear of honey caught, he gazed around the crowd he moved through fluidly in search of a target, languid and lazy in his decisions. Rolling back his shoulders and hissing softly at the satisfying cracking of air in joints, he spotted a rather pale and clearly not italian individual amidst the line of shops. Carnivale was soon, and masks were hung about every which way, delicately painted and gorgeous. Noticing this, Marcello bounced on his toes and zoned in on the stranger, sliding closer to him slowly and hiding from view. His fingers slowly glided over the strangers coat, dipping into a pocket and searching through it.
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Crown Prince of Russia
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Post by ivan kalashnikov on Nov 30, 2014 5:13:56 GMT
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† He never quite understood society's fascination with parties, festivals, and social events. He hated social gatherings when he was a child and his hatred for them continued well into adulthood. However, he found himself becoming increasingly curious as to this "Carnevale" soiree everyone was preparing for. Considering sunny weather wasn't particularly ideal for the fair-skinned prince, he decided to venture out at night. Damn Slavic blood.
[break][break]Just as he began to exit his gilded cage, a sudden voice stopped him as he went to open the door of the lavish villa. "Your Highness, perhaps you should not be so brash as to walk the streets out in the open without a guard. Especially during a festival, " one of the guards spoke up. "Perhaps you should not be so brash as to speak to me unless I permit you to do so, guardsman, unless you're partial to tasting hot iron. I shall do as I please and nothing less," he replied in a viperous snap before leaving the mansion and slamming the door with a bit of a flourish.
[break][break]He certainly wasn't someone who blended into a crowd. He walked with the boldness of a conqueror but with just the right amount of graceful poise that would be expected of an aristocrat. His clothing was also significantly more extravagant than everyone else's with the way everything was embellished with so much gold and gemstones, he nearly glowed underneath the torchlight that illuminated the streets. Though, it seemed that his ornate clothing made him a target of thieves as he felt something stir in the pocket of his long black coat. He chuckled and turned to face the thief, quickly grabbing at his wrist in the event that he tried to make a run for it. He looked down at the pickpocket with a glimmer in his eye that suggested malicious intent. "Shall I show you how we punish pickpockets in Russia?" He did not raise his voice, nor was there any sign that he was angry other than the words themselves. His voice was a deep baritone, doused in a smooth Russian accent. "Allow me to clarify - how would you like to lose a few fingers?" he said with a devilish grin following soon after. [attr="class","GGnotestemp4a"]
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Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2014 16:02:59 GMT
| ♚ Perhaps this wouldn't be so easy. However, Marcello had been in a lot worse situations than this, and tossed the stranger a good natured grin. "Aw come mi amico, it's carnivale! Surely you can forgive my blunder yes?" If not, he knew a few tricks that could hopefully help him twist out of the grip and vanish into the night crowds. He'd learned a lot watching the assassins, and hell he WAS one of the more talented thieves in Venezia. A shiver still ran down his spine at the deep voice, and he glanced the stranger up and down, admitting that he was very attractive. With a slight flush to his face he grinned childishly, batting his eyelashes and twisting his wrist so that he was now holding onto the stranger. "How about I show you around? Carnivale is the best festivale of the year!"
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Crown Prince of Russia
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Post by ivan kalashnikov on Dec 3, 2014 6:22:38 GMT
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† This would probably not be an ideal place to cut off a thief's fingers. Not with so many witnesses. After all, he was supposed to be a sweet, perfect angel who never did anything wrong ever. At least, that's what his father expected of him. What kind of sweet, perfect angel would he be if he were to mutilate someone in the middle of a crowded street? Oh no, he had to remember his manners. So he let go of the young man's wrist, but the scowl sitting on his face didn't budge. "Well, mi amico," he paused for a moment, resenting how clumsily the bit of Italian sounded coming from the tongue of a Russian native. He sighed before continuing with less poison stuck to his words this time. "I suppose I can make an exception for you," he said with a wink that bordered on the flirtatious side. His demeanor became a little more welcoming and his gaze was not nearly as harsh. He was quite good at turning on the charm when the situation called for it. Mostly for a game called "seduce and destroy" but...it's not like that was his plan. Not yet.
[break][break]He smiled when the stranger offered to show him around. Although the snob in him would not want to be seen with a pickpocket, his curiosity got the better of him so he couldn't turn down the offer. "Well, I would rather you show me around than have guards do it. They are rather boorish, " he sighed. "Lead the way," he said politely with a charming smile.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 13, 2014 2:01:42 GMT
| ♚ Marcello took great pleasure in playing the part of guide. He spoke animatedly, his arms and hands moving enthusiastically in the air as he explained local customs and showed the foreigner nooks and crannies special only to Venezians. He had a decent grip on Ivan's hand, his own warm and weathered from years on the street. He'd snatched a few masks from a stand and put one over his face, ornamental and elegant, and handed the other in the direction of his new friend. "How long are you staying friend? Hopefully for the full festivale? I wouldn't miss it for the world."
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