behind smoke & layers//* {john}

[LUCIANA ELISA GENOVESE]

The dampened cold weather was not one thing to put a downer on the mood of the brunette who swiftly escaped from the over crowding building with a blank expression upon her pale features; hair loose around her face as she glanced back over her shoulder to throw a mild scowl toward somewhere she was already growing tired of. Then again, to think of herself in a juvinile detention centre made her want to basically vomit so being somewhere more civil was some what more agreeable. Although, it was hard to satisfy the brunette named Luciana...after all, she was one with extremely high standards. Goosebumps danced up her lengthly legs and sinfully hid between her thighs, her foot fall echoing across the grounds as she tried to doge any one coming gazes and went for her alone time of the day. Not that it would last long; considering some nugget often pried into her business. Pursing her plumped lips unhappily at such a thought, she stood still and crossed her arms firmly; hip cocked as she eyed the few souls lasting around the courtyard in their own worlds. Some managed to throw a glance but quickly turned away as she balanced a sneer; ruining the delicate features she held so naturally. Staring toward one corner, she felt a weak smirk tug at her lips to note one sitting alone and began to walk with her well pratcitsed saunter; the young girl ooking up and standing her ground.

Luciana's footfall came to a slow halt and she merely arched a brow toward the younger girl; parting her lips only to see the younger one back down and shuffle away - causing a smile of relief to form on Luciana's face. Well, that was easy. It helped to build a threatening demean around yourself at times...but often or other, it could be irritating. Not that Luciana would admit such things publically; no. She had to much respect for herslef to admit such weaknesses. Lids fluttering softly as she shook her head some what, she concentrated away from everything and sat herself upon a local bench and table combination - her bottom being placed on the bench ever so curtly and her legs balancing on the bench seats as she rummaged around her bra bluntly; sighing as she pulled out her phone.

Glancing to it and shoving it back in, she shuffled around her bra once more and found her delicate gerying eyes widen in joy to note the ciggerettes, the pleasure in her expression undeinable as she pulled the lighter from the ciggerete carton and simply lit the ciggerete; inhaling deeply and sighing ever so happily at the rich nictoine taste which danced along her tongue. Shaking her head, she smiled relaxed and placed the ciggeretes and lighter back into her bra; adjusting it before allowing her shoulders to relax and her fingers to grasp the ciggerete before she exhaled in a soft sigh; inhaling gently the scent and smiling content with it. Ciggerte smoke reminded her of home; her dad a major cigar guy while her brother prefred roll ups. Her mother enjoyed elegent highly priced ciggeretes but Luciana had always been one for the cheap run down types; despite her lust for fancy clothing and such. Although, such peace shattered when heavy yet sly footsteps caught her cat like attention and her shoulders sagged some what; her head not bothering to turn around. "What?" She inquired bluntly; no clue to who was behind her as she inhaled from the ciggerete once more; staring into space as her legs balanced with ease upon the bench; her back slouching and yet it set in a firm and balanced manner. Typical Luciana...in a sense.

TAGGED||JOHN
NOTES||SORRY IT'S LAME D; YOU CAN SUE ME
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[JOHN MALACHI BOYER]

SOMETIMES I FIND IT HARD
• to believe there's someone else who could be •
JUST AS MESSED UP AS ME

There were only a few really intimidating people who walked the halls of Saint Helena Institute. And that group was further divided into a few more subgroups. Such as the people you stay clear of, period. Kara Richards and Dylan Torres for instance fell into this clique. They were avoided because they had nothing to offer and didn't want to offer anything. They only wanted to be left alone and it was clear they would do anything to have their peace. There's nothing in it to bother them, and they knew it. Another grouping, would be the guys you either love or hate. Blaze and Stefano were examples. They were obscene, crazy, and unpredictable. You either stay away for what trouble they can bring or embrace it for the show. And unless you love drugs, they didn't bring much to the table either except crazy ass stories of debauchery. Of course you also have the crazy everyone stays away from because interacting with them runs the risk of them one day burying you alive or shooting you with a hot gun. Then there were the real threats with brains behind it. And she glided past John like a fine, perfect horse in a painting. If horses weren't flight creatures and choose to fight instead of course. No, she was more like a cat or lioness. Calculative, graceful and stunning.

John didn't know where he fit in the picture. Nor did he care so much about defining himself. He was John. Many people loved him. Why? He didn't know why. They just did. Others indifferent and without opinions. And a few, disliked and maybe hated him. Whatever, he could only shrug in response. He lived for no reputation, only for himself. Or so he claimed. Who knows why people keep on living. Looking around at each individual student in this school, you wonder what's keeping their heart beating. Everyone walked around with heavy clouds chasing after them. Talk about depressing! John didn't belong here. And neither did Luciana Genovese. Word was she was here for the same reason he was. A judge handed them a ticket out of jail and they both took the deal selfishly. She was dangerous. It wasn't hard to decide that by the way she seemed to clear the courtyard like Moses and the red sea in a matter of seconds. What power she had. She wore her power like a tight dress. Jeeze louise! He had been standing by, ready for his cigarette break as he observed her stride to the bench. The urge to know her better hit him and the opportunity was sitting before him. Anyone who knew John knew he took opportunities the second they are handed to him. It could mean stupid decisions and bad results, but what's life without those?

As he walked confidently up behind her, she let out a perfectly curt greeting. 'What?' Perfect, she was probably in that time of the month and extra pissy. What fun. He took out a lighter, dangling it over her head after noticing the light smoke. "Thought you could use a light but I can see I'm too late." he said, smirking. As he looked at her, she made him think of stone. Solid, stubborn stone that doesn't crack easily. What was his intention? To flirt, to challenge, what? The answer came in his mind in this reflection. He merely wanted to know her, interact with her and see what happens. He was like a cat too. Curiousity would kill him one day, it's what kills every cat but they go on with their naps free of anxieties. It was a great way to live. He took a seat on the other side of the table, now lighting his cigarette he pulled from his pocket. Exhaling the first puff of smoke, he said "You're very popular around here, you know that? Got any tips on how I can be as loved as you? Audiobooks maybe?" This was the first time he was this close to her and the view was nearly breathtaking. She was so much more beautiful than the rest of the girls here. Classy and venomous! She, almost, reminded him of Mischa. He pushed that thought away and introduced himself. "John Boyer."

TAGGED ! luciana
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LYRICS ! sometimes by skillet
TEMPLATE ! PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION
NOTES ! jose! it was good. but i'm afraid mine failed...

[LUCIANA ELISA GENOVESE]

May 10, 2010 15:15:42 GMT -5 LUCIANA ELISA GENOVESE said:

The taste of the cigarette's fumes dancing around her mouth seemed to be a bizarre reminder of reality and home; despite her being so far away from it in this current frame of time. The taste made her tongue roll pleasantly and her finger tips graced the cancer stick as she pulled it from her plumped lips; blowing out the smoke once more and inhaling the stained air of toxins which would surely kill her a decade earlier than she was destined. Then again, when she returned to New York to be with her family and hopefully in the arms of her Father then sure enough she would one day face a bullet in the back, head or where ever else. The brunette had already been lunged at by a good blade to which had skimmed her; only to have a lone body guard strike forward and kill the young guy before Luciana's eyes. She found no harm in the situation and had merely took to fixing her hair and clothing; flushed and embarrassed to have not being able to fight him off herself. She was a feisty seventeen year old and knew exactly how to defend herself. Yet, Luciana still had that joy of bodyguards...right? If only she could return home and see her family. Though, she knew her Father would be dead soon for he lay in Death Row. She knew she would never have him back unless someone with brains developed a plot to get him out of prison just as they had grasped her out of juvenile detention to this god forsaken place. The brunette never once doubted her family and their companions for their brain power...but time was a restrained. Fingers crossed...her father would get out and live to rule more. For now, her brother Alberto ruled. Emphasis on the for now situation.

As the cigarette smoke danced around her; the sensation of someone behind her made her arch her brows pleasantly yet in a sense of no consideration; lack of interest dancing on her features. His comment made her gently turn her head to grace him; the cigarette balancing between her fingers as she kept her face holding no interest, until his own flattery caught her attention and a small smirk danced onto her face ever so innocently. Twisting her petite form some what to enable herself to glance toward him, she kept her eyes faintly uninterested and yet a spark of curiosity danced within her as she allowed the cigarette to hover by her lips; a smaller smirk gracing its appearance onto her pretty features. "Loved? That's a nice way to look at it I suppose."

[/b] She bragged with a content sense to her voice, the cigarette being placed into her mouth as it balanced between her lips easily - eyes diverting some what as she considered his words with no consideration. Holding her head high, she found herself having her lids flutter some what and the ash falling from her delightful addiction as she flicked it to the side; turning to face him more as she stared at him. "Boyer? Now I've heard that name."[/b] Luciana murmured tilting her head some what, trying to recollect the information she may have gained over such a guy. From what she had managed to capture from pathetic sources; he was one not to get into a pickle with simply; a dealer who held his priorities in the right place. Someone who had damned prison just as she had. Maybe this conversation could go places.

"Luciana Genovese...just in case it happened to slip your mind."[/b] She offered with a small yet simple nod, her levels of respect always balanced in her motions from her upbringing. Shew knew how to act around people and when to keep her mouth shut, but if he had similar interests then she knew quite well how to tread the territory. Smirking in a rather devious manner, she crossed her legs softly before adjusted her jacket with her free palm - forcing his eyes to lock with hers as she would anyone; wanting to take notice of everything. Would he flinch? Maybe show restraint. Such motions could easily visionary how weak he was and Luciana needed such control of course, so she would perform such actions. Right? "You really came over here to offer a light?"[/b] Luciana inquired bluntly with an air of sarcasm dancing on her rich gangster tone; it a hard thing to hide considering she had been raised with the typical accent. He clearly held a brain unlike most of the males she had noted in her days within this hideous place, a sense of street sense balancing in his eyes to the level she knew even her own brother held. So she knew to be careful...but hid it perfectly. Sighing as her cigarette reached its end, she merely crushed it in her hand and threw the bud away; dusting her hands off before her finger tips twitched to grasp another - features clearly judging the young male. Arrogance...now that was one major clear thing within his aura. She prevented from fidgeting in her bra to grab another one simply because of the fact she did not want a guy staring at her while she fondled her own breast in hopes of getting out something she would start sucking. No, she was a lot more notable then that. For now, she would bide her time...wisely. Who knew what she'd gain.

TAGGED||JOHN
NOTES||N'AW, DUDE YOURS WAS IMMENSE ;D I'M SORRY FOR MY OWN SHIZAMBLES! D;
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[JOHN MALACHI BOYER]

SOMETIMES I FIND IT HARD
• to believe there's someone else who could be •
JUST AS MESSED UP AS ME

Luciana seemed so relaxed as she smoked her cancer sticks that it made him eager to feel that light nicotine buzz himself. She made it look so cool that he felt he had underappreciated the value of smoking. It had been a habit formed at the early age of 15 when he had a particularly bad time with his pain, Mischa was smoking close by his side and desperate to relieve his misery, she slid the stick to his mouth. The coughing seemed to last a few minutes before he actually felt the effects. He didn't like it at first. He remembered how he always complained to Mischa about her smokey breath, now he longed for that again and was easily seduced by tobacco's lasting scents. It did help the pain, so much that he smoked another and then another til a chemical headache launched into his brain and got him hooked on forever to this day. Funny how things last and other things fade. People fade. Cigarette addiction and memories, stick around like pesky life sucking misquitos. The consequences, it hasn't crossed his mind yet. Everytime he lit a cigarette, he didn't consider the lung cancer he was molding in his body. He was mulling over the past, searching for subtle meanings he's missed. When that failed, he focussed on the now. His brown eyes watched her lips speak it's response through a smirk. Lovely. She must be italian, she must really be apart of THE Genovese family. Small world. He himself was all american, okay, well he did have a very light hint of hebrew from many summers spent in Israel.

It was nice, comforting to know he was a known figure around town. It proved John had settled a perfect position among the school. He was the drug dealer who wasn't afraid of much. His head wasn't clouded by hazes like Stefano was. Hmph, he remembered spotting that boy snorting up a line on a cardboard box in an alley once. That had been a glamorous sight for sure. It definitely made him glad to be clean. He didn't need shit making his decisions and screwing up his judgement. Besides, druggies tend to make a fool of themselves alot. She had tilted her head delicately. It dawned on him how much they could have in common. Both infamous, both a rich heritage, both criminals, both may have blood on their hands. He smiled faintly in answer to her nod. This was going swell. She wasn't seeing him as a nuisance as he expected when she first spoke. It was good. Luciana knew she was more well known than he was. Of course her reputation reached his ears. Otherwise, why bother approaching her at all? He'd disregard her completely like every other kid around here who didn't have money in their pockets and an appetite for substances.

John took notice of the gaze that was different from the past glances. She was taking him in, observing his worth to her. He'd take that challenge, easily. He stared back with his usual passive, unconcerned gaze that barely hinted his firey strength he carried with him. If she was smart, she'd find him completely fearless. Whether that was a good thing or bad, was up to debate. Usually his spiritless countenance was assumed to be an act or just arrogance. It really wasn't. He just really didn't care about anything. 'You really came over here to offer a light?' she asked. If he had come here for any other reason then that would mean he took time to decide why to come. Instinct merely told him to befriend her, see what can happen. "Actually yeah. Rumors of chivalry's death have been exaggerated." he said, taking a drag of his cigarette. Question was, why did his instinct nag him over to her? Was it purely crush related? Ah, crush sounded so fourth grade. He felt so beyond that now. But really, what was it? Business? Must be the whole package; a hell angel mafia girl smoking. Why not poke his head into her business? It was crazy and nearly unbelieveable. "How's life here treating you?" he asked, knowing the answer was going to be sarcasm and cynicism. How else could you describe a stay here? Still, he wanted conversation with this girl. She was interesting, to say the least.

TAGGED ! luciana
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LYRICS ! sometimes by skillet
TEMPLATE ! PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION
NOTES ! shizambles! best word ever? haha. don't apologize for that post. tis good stuff. you write back so quickly <3

[LUCIANA ELISA GENOVESE]

Ever since Luciana had arrived here, she had never truthfully felt...relaxed. Despite forever seeing calm and content with it all in her overall world and such, she was indeed quite paranoid and faintly irritated with the overall concept of this bizarre place she had to call home and yet a prison sentence. Of course, if to be fair - she faintly preferred being able to have constant phone access and the choice of wearing any clothing item she wanted than having to sit in a prison cell in some pathetic stereotypical orange jumpsuit which would clearly not flatter her delicate form and feminine features. God, if Luciana was placed into a prison then she would probably have been beaten up god knows how many times by guards because of her lack to want to do any chores or even treat people equally. She was not a dirty killer like most in prison. No, she killed for a reason or did things to help her family. Who did the law think she was; a pathetic criminal with no backbone? Oh hell no! Of course, she would have held contacts within prison...her father had enough right now as he sat pleasantly on death row. Hopefully the sentence for his death would last quite sometime; just to ensure his freedom in the soon future. Luciana's brother and uncles had all shared their experiences in jail and each had held their unfortunate time cut short by quite a few years; her brother having only shared three months of six years for high balanced theft and assault. Yet, that was the typical life for anyone in the Mafia...especially in New York. She knew for a fact her younger sister and baby brother would one day face prison and if not then surely something bad would happen to them. Not that she wished it upon the darned things, but still. They had to accept reality; just like everyone else did in their society of mixed gangs, crime and the odd additional basis of true allied fun! If you could understand Luciana's version of fun...

Was it odd that she had hired the own Wacky Ware House to have herself and her younger sister play around; Luciana chasing her around the ball pit like a monster? No one would ever see such a friendly side except for her baby siblings...none. Even now that her Vincente was three; he too had joined in with Luciana and Oriana's playful adventures in the ball pits. Heck, Alberto often came along just to see his siblings happy. It was the odd occasion when nothing was wrong...an area of peace. A thing Luciana would not get back until she got out of this god damned place! Almost pursing her lips at the idea of being trapped here against her will, she kept her expression calm as she watched John in that sense of judgment; it clear. He showed no fear and did not once flinch at her clear harsh eyes, so such a thing set good bells off in her head. Yet, could he be used to her advantage? Only unfortunate wasted time could tell. Letting out a small sigh at the back of her throat, her tongue danced in craving for another cigarette. Damn nicotine. "Well if you came to offer a light, give me a cigarette to go with it."

[/b] Luciana ordered faintly with no hint of consideration for the young male, her shoulders rolling as she leaned back into her sat position and bounced her legs on the base of the bench in a content manner. Looking up to watch him once more in consideration and simply debate.

As her persisted with a question, she found no expression ruining her poker face and yet her brow twitched faintly. What was his game? Taking her time in answering, she gently tapped her fingers on the bench top and allowed her jaw to rotate visibly; eyes locking onto his with a firm based strength. No fear, no pride. Perfection. "I'll bite."[/b] She whispered under her breath before forcing a false smile onto her face; it clearly agitated but it slowly fell into her typical relaxed smirk. Smiling hurt far to much. "How would you expect life here to treat someone? Brilliant or shit?"[/b] Luciana inquired with out false pretence, her clear scoff being a signal for the lesser. She wanted to go home! Wanted her father out of prison. Nothing would go right of course, not now she had been cracked and finally stained with a criminal record. Not good. Not that she was going to even ask the question in return to him. Not yet. Still awaiting her cigarette, she turned and arched a brow slowly in wait. Little did he know his next motion would clearly be a major point of prejudice on the brunette's behalf. Quite a lot indeed.

TAGGED||JOHN
NOTES||ahah, gooo shizambles!! i try to reply okie, but i'm sorry if they get slow; exams coming up D; bad times! :'D! -high5-
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[JOHN MALACHI BOYER]

SOMETIMES I FIND IT HARD
• to believe there's someone else who could be •
JUST AS MESSED UP AS ME

Here is the truth. That afternoon didn't happen. Unlocking the apartment door and coming into a seriously messed up drug deal, didn't happen. Things like that doesn't happen and what's happen since don't happen. Not to him- to others it happens. Strangers, perhaps sometimes people you went to high school with, saw around the halls but never knew but not to anyone close. And never to him. He was in a coma. He felt everything and yet he felt so numb that pain didn't stutter his steps forward. If there was anything his father lived was always go forward, especially when you don't know what else to do. Go forward, you're living. As long as John was living and had the promise to wake up- whether in heaven, hell, or back in Mischa's arm. It didn't matter, either way was moving forward. But who said moving forward needed to be as brash as nascar racing. He was taking his sweet ass time, figuring when something more interesting happens, it will. So far, this was as interesting as things have gotten. Not that an actual mafia heiress is boring. No... she was probably a ticket to more craziness to get tangled with. Whatever to pass the time, right? Eh, it was either that or smoke, sleep, and smirk all devilish in his boredom with zonked out Stefano. That guy was not in a dream or reality, he was in a blissful, ignorant haze. It looks pretty fun but John passed on the drugs. There wasn't reason to create another junkie here, there were plenty on school grounds as it was. What a strange world John lived in.

Should he rephrase? Should he claim 'Here is the denial?'. What's with slapping a label on everything? Was his brain a label maker, no sirree. Here was this girl who didn't need introductions or label. You don't define a girl like this. She was so passed it that she never passed it. She was just there. Wherever it and there was. She was like Mischa, not easy to suss out. Whatever Luciana was, she was spunky and that means fun to John. 'Well if you came to offer a light, give me a cigarette to go with it' Oh, was she hungry for nicotine. How rude he was. He loved a bossy girl. "Answer the question first." he replied calmly back with a cool smile. His words were probably not going to be taken well. He was ready for her to piss at him for thinking he had the right to cut deals with her. Like said, fun. She probably took things too seriously. She must understand, he was really just on his ass and laughing anything off. Nothing matters. So what's with the shoving rods into peoples asses? This whole damn school had their panties up in a bunch and the ones loose were either too drunk, medicated, or self-medicated to know where they were half the time. Classroom? Gym? My dorm? No one knows. Lame asses.

He was making lazy conversation, after all what the hell do you talk about with a mafia girl? He shrugged mentally in answer. She did answer, much to his contentment. "There now." He handed her a stick from the cigarette carton he kept in his pockets and reached the lighter over, flicking it on for the cigarette in her lips. Sitting back down casually, he said "I don't know. I was hoping you'd know." That was the truth, he really didn't know what to make out of this. Maybe it was better than prison, maybe not. Most jumped at the chance to come here instead of prison. There's more freedoms, no molesting prison guards, and a mcdonalds. He was glad to come here instead of jail for sure, but somehow this place was a drag in it's own right. John could complain about it all day even though it didn't bother him as much as he thought. He hadn't spoken to his parents since coming here. He knew they must be freaking the fuck out but John knew anything he could say would fail them. Was it selfish to torture them? Again, hell if he knew. Communication since his emancipation has been almost nonexistence.

TAGGED ! luciana
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NOTES ! sorry it took a few days! btw, this post sucks cause i was basically babbling on and on... i don't think it even makes much sense. o-o sorry!

[LUCIANA ELISA GENOVESE]

As soon as the cigarette was handed toward her, she felt a faint sense of towering power for no bizarre reason. To be fair, she didn't even show a moral of thanks as he offered it toward her, herself merely biting it from his hands and keeping it firm between her lips as she inhaled and allowed the deadly smoke to fill her mouth and travel along her throat to reach those lungs to which would soon be the death of her. Inhaling as much as she could and closing her eyes in a clear sign of pleasure, she gently pulled the cigarette from her mouth and allowed the smoke to gently escape through the tiniest hole between her pouted lips; it dancing around John as if in a mockery of sin. Dabbing the tiniest remains of ash from the cancer stick with an elegant flick of her wrist, she rose it to her lips once more but paused as she slowly opened them to look at him, a brow finally arching in question as she took him in once more; still not showing any signs of being impressed. Then again, Luciana was never impressed. The only person to ever impress her was her father; and that had been when he allowed her to buy a gun at the age of seven. Not even a guy could seem to satisfy her in any sense; this being a sad thing for the brunette. Seriously, how hard was it?

Not allowing such thoughts to even pass into the gate ways of her eyes, she found herself chuckling some what in a sarcastic manner to his sentence; her head shaking some what as she placed the cigarette in her mouth and felt her speech come out in a blurred sense; it not exactly easy to hear with it's rushed concept and rough accent. Her accent was what made Luciana what she was...and her blood. It was the blood that bound her to her life style. Literally. "There's plenty of other...people to ask. How is my opinion so great?" Luciana murmured, it more of a rhetorical question instead of direct. Blowing smoke out the side of her lips and finally looking away; she stared into space and glanced around the area with clear disgust and unhappiness. God this place sucked more than anything to be fair. Not a joke at all. Nor an exaggeration.

Biting down on her tongue and feeling a smug smirk dance onto her pretty face, she turned back to face John once more and held the cigarette between two of her fingers - eyes locking onto his simply. "Why am I assuming you fled here. It's like I can smell it on you, underneath the smoke."

[/b] Luciana murmured simply with a sense of conception and cunning attitude. A snake in a delicate body, that was all. She always took in her surroundings so she was simply going to break John down and find out everything without actually asking any questions. Plotting quite happily in that sense, she remained silent after saying such a thing and found the cigarette being placed back into her lips again and her chest raising as she inhaled the delicious taste once more; blowing it out ever so slowly as the seconds passed in silence. Oh she loved the silence, and as it proceeded she found herself turning bored and turned away from him with her growing loss of interest; body shifting on the bench as she rolled her shoulders. What else could she do? She was bored and needed the entertainment. Seriously.

TAGGED||JOHN
NOTES||no worries lovely ;D ! My reply sucks, so...irm, enjoy? haha.
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[JOHN MALACHI BOYER]

SOMETIMES I FIND IT HARD
• to believe there's someone else who could be •
JUST AS MESSED UP AS ME

It felt so crisp. That was how John was describing this meeting. She had already sized him up with her calculative, darling eyes. She had such a cool demeanor- it was what you needed if you wanted to be feared for brains and brawn in this cacophony of a school. You have to be clear and pristine to arrange things to your favor. John may not know Luciana greatly, but he knew enough to understand the persona. There wasn't a doubt., she was surely a Genovese. Heaven help them all. This was exciting. He hadn't a clue where this would go. It may bring a new deadly enemy, a friendship, a partnership, or no where at all. But he was happy for any interaction with this princess. Which made her question almost bombastic. She seemed to mean it that way, so he merely answered "They're not someone of your reputation." Which was true, not many are figuring her out. They stayed too far away for safety's sake to suss her out. But come on, the accent, more than confident air, how could she be terribly mysterious? And yet she was. It was captivating. Just the way she puffed on her cigarette was mesmerizing. He did glance over to a few students watching them- most likely assuming the worst. John, dangerous drug dealer teaming up with possible mobster Luciana. Next thing they know, the two would team up with insane Stefano and the apocalypse would surely fall upon them. It was amusing, almost satisfying to John. Too bad he may disappoint them. Again, this may go no where. Whatever happens, happens right? Make no plans, live abstracted unconcern. It was the most blissful life. Saint Helena Institution wasn't as comatose to him as Luciana obviously thought.

Suddenly things got way more interesting. It turns out he was such an enigma as he thought and he wasn't the only one connecting dots so easily. Her lovely accent made the question almost agreeable to him. It was a strange question, not many have asked him about how he came here in the first place. To have her assume he fled here was weird. He smirked faintly anyhow, appearing just as careless as ever. "Fled from prison like you did, you mean?" he asked, before taking a long drag of his cigarette. There was no telling what crime landed her the two choices, prison or this institution. Whatever it was, John had a feeling it was something of excitement and chest deep in the criminal lifestyle. It was quiet, and unlike most students here who squirm in silence, she seemed to relish every second of it. As if it empowered her. He didn't care one way or the other whether it was loud or quiet. Was she trying to figure him out after sharing that intense gaze? Probably. Was he afraid. Nah. It didn't matter if she or anyone knew that he killed a man. It didn't matter at all. He didn't regret it. Did she have any regrets hidden underneath her harsh beautiful surface? One could only guess. He breathed in another thoughtless drag, happily watching her like he would a mysterious stray cat. She adjusted herself in her seat, was he boring her already? He considered saying his goodbye and see her another time or whatever, no need to bore her with his presense. Besides, he could use a nap. He stayed seated however as he hadn't made up his mind on what to do yet.

TAGGED ! luciana
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NOTES ! booyah?

[LUCIANA ELISA GENOVESE]

Silence. It's a beautiful sensation to bathe yourself within and yet it happens on such rare occasions that whenever you're given the benefit, you have no idea what to do with it. Do you lean back in relaxation and smile in a content manner or do you scream and shatter the silence; therefore causing your wish for it to occur once more just so you can do something else within that silent period. When she had been back home, there had never been this thing called silence. When there was a moment were there was no sound present, it was not silence...but tension. Every so often when Luciana would have been laying upon a couch contently while her Father held a meeting, a moment of silence was always followed by a grunt of pain or a gun shot. Death ever day in her world and yet, she couldn't care for it. However, ever since the brunette had arrived at this god damned institution, silence seemed to follow her all the time. Yet, no gun shots followed...and the only thing which echoed into this silence was her own breathing and those of John. Sure, he had provided her with the cigarette to allow her to take further seconds off her life, but there was nothing else to it. She was bored...right?

Yet, things did take an interesting turn when he spoke such words which made her brows arch; her head slowly turning to face John in a sense of mockery. So he was brave enough to even raise such a question to her? Eyes clearly narrowing in a sense but only for a split second, her lips pursed and the cigarette was slowly crushed in her hand, it being sprinkled into the air before she chuckled suddenly and dusted her free palm through her dark locks. "I don't flee."

[/b] Luciana said, unaware of the sudden depth of malice to which danced into her new york accent. "Yet, I'm curious. You act as if...you know something about me."[/b] Luciana found her dark tone suddenly growing into a mild amused purr, herself leaning closer before picking up his cigarette from his own lips and taking it for her own, jumping from the bench and cocking her hip out in that typical cocky sensational fashion.

Shaking the cigarette off and taking a drag from it, she eyed him as if things were suddenly a game; her head tilting. "So. You did flee?"[/b] She inspected with a careful voice, clearly absorbing everything from his motions and speech. She was a clever and crafty child to be fair and such look of fairness around her seemed to remove any sense of smartness that she held. She looked harmless and basically stupid. Each things that were completely not true and far to differ. Yet, she felt herself frown when her phone began to vibrate within her bra and twitched in irritation. Yet, no sign developed of stress as she took another drag from the cigarette and allowed it to vibrate before the buzzing slowly died. She could take the call later...after all, it would be nothing she hadn't heard before. Probably her brother telling her that Father dearest was willing to give in...yet he couldn't. Once Luciana was out of her, there was to be a raid to set him free. It would succeed...it had to. Luciana couldn't loose her father...not through execution. No way.

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