Post by Feliciano Vargas on Jun 8, 2013 22:00:59 GMT -5
It's true, you've forgotten about me haven't you? You don't care about me. What person who supposedly loves their own flesh and blood, would abandon them the first chance they get? Do you hate me? Do you wish I was never created, never thought of? Have I shamed you? What have I done...that you couldn't come back for me? Now, look at what you did, the mess you've created...are you going to try and clean it up, or leave it there to rot?
Another day, the same routine. Day in and day out, night after night, the same cycle would repeat itself in a never ending circle of tragedy and death. Screams and cries of loved ones would fill the air hours later after the horrid acts had been committed, or perhaps they'd mourn silently within the confines and "privacy: of whatever run down shack they resided in. Aah, no, he couldn't say that about everyone. While Feliciano hadn't exactly bumped off any of the big shots, he knew they existed here and there. He loved his jobs, really, he did. His grandfather had been kind enough to raise him throughout these important years of a youngin's life, it was only fair he return the favor by aiding the elder out with whatever he needed. Didn't matter what it involved.
"Manu modda manu modda,
lu Signuri ti la 'ncodda.
Ti la 'ncodda cu la codda
manu modda manu modda.~" *
lu Signuri ti la 'ncodda.
Ti la 'ncodda cu la codda
manu modda manu modda.~" *
Finishing off the rhyme, he came to a stop a few blocks away from his destination. Ears already beginning to pick up the soft hum of music and laughter, the brief smell of food wafting towards him only increased the knowledge he was close. Luna Park**, an amusement park located on this island, it opened in 1903 if he was recalling it correctly. Never before had his nightly 'job' placed him in such an open area, this only made what he was preparing to do much more trickier and challenging than it needed to be; not to mention dangerous. If one of the nearby police or one undercover were to catch him in the act Feliciano would be done for. Aah well. Perhaps this was a test to see how well he'd do under pressure, to monitor him and his actions. To see if he'd choke or mess up when the stakes were raised.
"Bring it on, I'll make sure it's the best damn show you've seen.~"
He was close now, the expression on his face changing ever so slightly, relaxing his smile to a much more well mannered and gentle tone. Eyes growing softer, almost rounding out as the young Italian stood at the park entrance, seeming very much relaxed to the untrained eye. Uuwah, this was getting a little exciting.~ He never had the chance to visit any of the theme parks before, as such, this would be a new experience in many ways. After all, there was plenty of time before his target arrived and so he was free to glance around the place and do as he pleased. So long as the mission wasn't harmed or put in danger, so long as John A. Miles was dead by the end of the day, then he was free to do what he wished while attending the park. That was fine with him, he could try some of the booth games, maybe dare one ride and get a bite before moving on to the darker part of the evening plans. Of course, walking around the park wouldn't just be for fun. He'd be on the lookout for the best place to perform the show, the perfect place to kill and dispose of the body. Or better yet, a place to kill and hide, the disposal could be taken care of after hours where he'd only have to worry on the night watchmen instead of a full crowd. Yes, a much better plan. Aah, it'd be perfect.~ If only Romano could join him...
Romano...
That was just wishful thinking. There was no way his brother would come with him, let alone hang out with him. The two had never been close and the gap separating the two only grew after his mother's death and the move to the States. It was supposed to be a new start. Nothing about home life felt new. Oh sure, their grandfather was a very loving man, albeit a little strict at times, but he loved the man deeply. Just as he loved his brother, don't get him wrong there! Truly he did...just...he'd grown to accept the fact his brother would never feel the same way. As far as Romano was concerned, Feliciano was just there. He existed, but his existence didn't matter. And he was fine with that, as long as his brother was happy then so was he, and at least he had Granfather.
For how long though?
Would he wake up one morning to find the man lying in a pool of his own blood? Just like his-
"STEP RIGHT UP! STEP RIGHT UP! COME AND BE AMAZED BY THE PERFORMANCE OF A LIFE TIME. THAT'S RIGHT, COME ONE COME ALL TO SEE THE AMAZING---"
'Veh?'
When had he stepped into the park? Oh my, he must be spacing out again, best not to do that! Nope, that wouldn't be very good at all. Alright, first, a layout of the park. He needed to memorize it, well now, it seemed he knew his first destination. The Ferris Wheel.
((I hope this is alright, if not I can gladly add a few things.~))
* A Sicilian variation of an Italian rhyme called 'Mano, mano morta.' The English translation is as followed;
Limp hand, limp hand,
The Lord glues it for you.
He glues it with glue,
Limp hand, limp hand.
** Between about 1880 and World War II, Coney Island was the largest amusement area in the United States, attracting several million visitors per year. At its height it contained three competing major amusement parks; one of which being Luna Park.
"Bring it on, I'll make sure it's the best damn show you've seen.~"
He was close now, the expression on his face changing ever so slightly, relaxing his smile to a much more well mannered and gentle tone. Eyes growing softer, almost rounding out as the young Italian stood at the park entrance, seeming very much relaxed to the untrained eye. Uuwah, this was getting a little exciting.~ He never had the chance to visit any of the theme parks before, as such, this would be a new experience in many ways. After all, there was plenty of time before his target arrived and so he was free to glance around the place and do as he pleased. So long as the mission wasn't harmed or put in danger, so long as John A. Miles was dead by the end of the day, then he was free to do what he wished while attending the park. That was fine with him, he could try some of the booth games, maybe dare one ride and get a bite before moving on to the darker part of the evening plans. Of course, walking around the park wouldn't just be for fun. He'd be on the lookout for the best place to perform the show, the perfect place to kill and dispose of the body. Or better yet, a place to kill and hide, the disposal could be taken care of after hours where he'd only have to worry on the night watchmen instead of a full crowd. Yes, a much better plan. Aah, it'd be perfect.~ If only Romano could join him...
Romano...
That was just wishful thinking. There was no way his brother would come with him, let alone hang out with him. The two had never been close and the gap separating the two only grew after his mother's death and the move to the States. It was supposed to be a new start. Nothing about home life felt new. Oh sure, their grandfather was a very loving man, albeit a little strict at times, but he loved the man deeply. Just as he loved his brother, don't get him wrong there! Truly he did...just...he'd grown to accept the fact his brother would never feel the same way. As far as Romano was concerned, Feliciano was just there. He existed, but his existence didn't matter. And he was fine with that, as long as his brother was happy then so was he, and at least he had Granfather.
For how long though?
Would he wake up one morning to find the man lying in a pool of his own blood? Just like his-
"STEP RIGHT UP! STEP RIGHT UP! COME AND BE AMAZED BY THE PERFORMANCE OF A LIFE TIME. THAT'S RIGHT, COME ONE COME ALL TO SEE THE AMAZING---"
'Veh?'
When had he stepped into the park? Oh my, he must be spacing out again, best not to do that! Nope, that wouldn't be very good at all. Alright, first, a layout of the park. He needed to memorize it, well now, it seemed he knew his first destination. The Ferris Wheel.
((I hope this is alright, if not I can gladly add a few things.~))
* A Sicilian variation of an Italian rhyme called 'Mano, mano morta.' The English translation is as followed;
Limp hand, limp hand,
The Lord glues it for you.
He glues it with glue,
Limp hand, limp hand.
** Between about 1880 and World War II, Coney Island was the largest amusement area in the United States, attracting several million visitors per year. At its height it contained three competing major amusement parks; one of which being Luna Park.
