Post by Pantaleone Tore on Aug 4, 2009 11:18:47 GMT -5
The hallways were as they always were: barren and yet alive, the walls spying every passerby and the ears of the nonexistent catching every simple hum that left the throat of any who dared pass through. The Liberatore Mansion was a fine piece architecture, immovable and inescapable. Once a Liberatore, always one or dead otherwise. It was a well known fact that to let an insider out would be a devastating, even deadly blow to the family itself. There was no one within this house that could likely get away with such an act without receiving the proper farewell. And every farewell should be accompanied by one of high authority, such as the Consigliere. Despite being roughly third in the ranking, the Consigliere held much control over the way things were done. He is the one who advises the boss personally and deals with disputes among the members. What better way to settle a dispute such as traitors than to eliminate the cause?
Expansive Italian heels clicked along the tile flooring in a fast, rhythmic pattern. The soft brush of the most costly suit folds told of exactly who was making their way through the halls of Liberatore Mansion: Pantaleone Romano Tore. He was the Consigliere of the family and, having just settled a small dispute, was quite happy with himself. With a bright white smile he strolled away from the previous scene, hands in his pockets and flowers sprouting out wherever he stepped... Oh, wait, that was all in his head. The flowers, anyway. There was little that could ruin this moment.
Ah, but there was much that could make it better! He scrolled through the list of the members of the Liberatore family. There was the Russian doctor, X. He was quite an interesting fellow, despite being, well... Russian. And there was also Anslem, who was also a Capo. How interesting, right? Oh, and he couldn't forget the most interesting of all [and also female]: Masque. She was a bit young, wasn't she? But she could fool everyone so well. What a bright young girl. He couldn't wait to meet her personally. He would have met her upon her first arrival, but he had been so busy lately. How unfortunate.
"Il mio giorno verrà, love. Surely it will." He gave a wide grin to no one in particular and stopped at a crossway. He looked right, and then left. And who should he spy?[/size][/ul]
