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Bella Mafia

Donna Pericolosa

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Date: Dec 2, 2008

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I wasn't easy, bringing a name back into the good graces. How far had the Giovanni family slipped, from greatness to something less. The constant thought bothered her, the thought that the greatness of the Mafia in Rome had depleated to simply a name. A name that didn't instill fear or respect but instead was shrugged off like some typical criminal. The foil was lifted, raised before the mesh screen of her mask as she saluted the figured opposite her. Lowering the foil, left hand rose as her feet shifted the weight of her body on to the balls of her feet. The attack was quick, fast, well practiced. A shifting of feet forward as the foil lashed out in a vicious attack, one that would have quickly left her opponent calling out that it was her victory, however her opponent was Marcello. And the foil missed the mark completely. Where the blunted end should have pressed up against his chest instead it glanced off his side before she felt the pressure through her padded uniform and the call of halt. Looking down through the mesh of her metal mask, she stared at the foil bowed against her chest. Three steps back where taken, foil lowered till she stood back at her starting point on the mat. Marcello excelled at fencing, even if she had been toying with it for more years then he had been with her. It was simply something he was always better at then her. Hand reached up as she lifted the edge of the mask up and balanced it on her head, hazel eyes staring at him as he followed suit, that usual grin on his lips. "I don't see why I have to train with you Marcello, you know as well as I that you are much better at this. What good does it do to consistantly get beat by you?" His generous lips curled upwards even farther as she spoke. "Just because I am currently better then you that is no reason for you to stop in your training. Besides, you never know, perhaps one day Princess you will strike me truely and become greater then me." Such false words of hope, but one such as Rosalie didn't give up so easily. Gloved hand was lifted and the mask slid back in place as she settled back on her feet. "How are the plans going? Have all the preperations for the Ball been completed?" She spoke even as she flicked her wrist outward practicing, her legs moving without thought. The repetative action was continued over and over again as Marcello removed his mask completely tucking it under his arm and moving to circle her, watching her form critically. "Mmm, the preperations are almost complete. The final shipments of wine from the vineyard arrive tomorrow and will be chilled till the time of the Ball. Everything else is going according to plans. You need to bend your left leg more when you extend your arm. " The tip of the foil touched at the back of her left knee as she managed to keep from mummbling out loud. It was ironic that he being younger then her, was the teacher and she the pupil. Shifting back into her main stance, she repeated the manuever over and over again till he called her stance acceptable. Dropping her foil point to the mat, her gloved hand came up to remove the mask, shaking the few sweaty black strands off her face. It was almost time for people to see the side of the Giovanni family, the side the public needed to see. The family that still held to the code of the Costa Nostra. Well despite the under ground and dangerous businesses the family had there hands in, the power that the family could inspire or cause. The name should be spoken with reverie, not indifference. Hazel eyes focused on Marcello as he gazed at her with his "pondering" eyes. A particular way that said he was thinking too hard about something. "You need to work more on your Riposte, you think too much about the future and not about what you are doing to get there. One cannot be hasty Princess, fencing is not about brute strength it's about subtle movements and hidden attacks that force a person back to loose control of their foil." Rosalie's lips curled upwards for a moment as she stepped off the mat toward the rack of fencing weapons and armor that lay within the main basement under the Villa. The mask was set on the hook, foil settled into the niche before she started to remove the padded armor. Marcello was as usual, right when it came to her intentions. She wished the power, wanted the power, yearned for the power but she had to be delicate with her intentions. She couldn't overtly strike out at the future with her sights set without knowing full well what was around her and what path was the best for her to take. Life was simply a fencing match that one needed to plan carefully, to have opennings and attacks available in case something failed. "I understand. " __________________

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