#ipsammet

Night after night. Week after week. Months bled into years of working for the capo. Though this one seemed more content to simply slap her around when they even fell a little short. It was becoming monotonous, a shiner here, a bruise there, rushed to the hospital for stitches. Yet she brought it on herself, Ciliegia was a determined woman of 22 and though just a burlesque girl with no immediate redeeming qualities she demanded respect.

That demand got her a five fingered kiss to the jaw. Enough makeup, blush, concealer. Covered the worst of what he did, on the outside at least.

Another show another pay.

Ciliegia was holding a conversation with another girl, biding time until she could tell him where to stick his pay. That was until he burst into the dressing room, gripping a handful of her red hair he dragged Ciliegia in a heap of squirming sequinned screaming. Into his office.

It was wrong.

   The feather clad figure was ready to gather info on Passione and he knew that this could get him killed. Yet it was a risk he’s willing to take and one that he was head strong about. However, rumors of a Capo named Buccellati did not fit everything else he knew and heard about the crime organization. 

   With varied information picked up from eavesdropping and questioning, Raven moved on trying to find something else to build his investigation. Approaching a white haired man on a narrow street, the metal jaw of his mask opened and closed slightly as his strange voice spoke out.

I hate you. Why are you my Stand.

When it responds, Blues does so by taking words from three different people, copying their voices with a staticy filter over top of them. 

Bruno, his partner, and his mother. 

Buccellati’s name, for all that it belonged to a soldato, was one that was linked with reliability. Though Risotto had never met the man or laid eyes upon him, that Buccellati had the trust of capos such as Polpo and Pericolo was no light thing. That this man, Leone Abbacchio, had been brought into Passione by Buccellati spoke volumes about his skill and personality. And now, Abbacchio stood in front of Risotto, having been assigned to the Assassins.

Risotto would be sure to impress upon this new recruit the laws of La Squadra di Esecuzione.

Huh.

There was something about this human that didn’t seem right. To be honest he had a certain....air about him that was palpable even to someone like them. Ren couldn’t really bother with the facts, but they could tell they already didn’t like him. 

Well have they ever liked a human?

Doppio stiffened when someone called him over. Leone Abbacchio. He was the oldest of this group, and had the most life experience before he’d joined Passione. Doppio didn’t like that even an ex-policeman was tainting their organisation. 

But he could already tell how much respect he held within the group of gangsters. Getting on his good side was for the best but it might be difficult. It was with that thought that he approached.

Abbacchio was only two years older than him but it looked like more. He had a mature face and held himself like someone experienced might, as well as the harshly coloured makeup. And Doppio knew his big eyes and freckles lent themselves to a youthful look. It helped people underestimate him so he couldn’t say he minded it.