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Post by violetta juliet giovanni on Jan 14, 2011 0:07:12 GMT -6
 
----VIOLETTA GIOVANNI COCKED HER HEAD TO THE SIDE, her arms folded across her chest. she bit her lip slightly. "it is a one of the kind, if that's what you are worried about," she said, looking at the man standing next to her. he was probably in his thirties, he wore a navy business suit. his name was mike branston and he had been in and out of the gallery for days now. "how can you be so sure?" violet looked straight ahead again at the painting. it was one of those abstract paintings that never really did make any sense. the kind where you thought you had it figured out, but really only the artist knew what it was. "because i painted it." but all that was rubbish anyway. there was no meaning. violet liked to see what other people made of it. and every explanation was correct, for that person. for everyone, really. it was however you made it. mike took his eyes off the painting and turned to look at violet. it was like he was looking at her in a new light. "you painted this?" violet nodded and shrugged, "years ago. but it is an original." it always amazed her how some people took art so... stressfully. they came to buy a painting. ok. but it was always a difficult task. often more difficult that buying the furniture for the room. for people like mike, the piece of art was the center of the room, everything else was built around it.
the gallery was in fact suppose to be closed today. but violet got a call from mike saying he needed a painting today. he was a trustworthy client who had bought a few other pieces on previous visits. so, she said she could be there, just for him. violet had been with rocco at their apartment. it had been shaping up to be just a normal day. then she got the call and she started calling around to see if someone could watch rocco for the day while she dealt with a client. the obvious choice was maggie, since her loft was right above the gallery, but maggie was busy and while rocco was deciding he was old enough to stay home by himself, violet got a hold of gale and asked him if he wanted to hang out with rocco for the day. the 'staying home alone' tantrum seemed to go mum immediately when rocco learned he was going to gale's. violet dropped him off and told gale she'd be back later. it was really nice having a friend outside of the family. because really, who were her options? maggie, luca, lore, her aunt annora.... yeah someone whose last name didn't end in giovanni would be good. then she was here with mike over the past few hours. "well, it's beautiful, you know. i didn't know you painted." violet nodded. "yeah, you know. i do it when i have free time. i took over managing the gallery four years ago when my sister-in-law fixed it up." maggie wasn't really her sister-in-law, but luca was like a brother to her so it was just that easy to call maggie that. maggie had fixed it up after luca left and violet saw how hard it was for her and she offered to help manage it. she did it while she was finishing her degree and valkyrie university and then took it over full time once she was done. of course, fausto had the shop also as a drop off. let's just say not everything that was imported here was paintings and sculptures.
"i think i'll take it." violet smiled. "really? that's great!" mike smiled back at her as they started walking over to the desk. "i think it'll be a great addition. did you want it delivered anywhere?" she pulled out a delivery order. "yeah, my office." they started filling out the basic information like phone number and addresses, and the payment information. "ok. it should be delivered sometime tomorrow afternoon." violet continued writing some of the last information down when mike said, "you-you know i just gave you my work number. maybe i should give you my cell number." violet stopped writing and looked up. "well, you know, just in case." she ripped the delivery order off the pad it was on. she held onto the paper loosely, swaying it in front of her face slowly as she eyes mike. she would be stupid if she didn't know what he was getting at. "sure," she said with a smirk. "just in case." she scribbled his cell number right above where she filled in his work number and put the paper back on the desk. "and maybe sometime tomorrow night you could come by the office? give your professional opinion on where i put it? seeing as it's your painting, i thinky ous hould have some say?" mike was smiling, violet was smiling. if this would have been the same situation five years ago (and let me tell you there had been similar stories,) violet would have come out with some lame excuse. "for my professional opinion sure." mike started walking toward the door. "great. see you tomorrow then." mike turned around and left the store and violet grinned and bit her bottom lip. it was becoming easier to go out on dates, it was just harder to continue the first date into the second, or just long-term in general.
but, mike the vice of an insurance company seemed like a decent guy, not to mention most of her family would approve. but, who was she kidding? it would probably be just a matter of time before she messed it up somehow. violet's pessimism as it's finest. but, now it was time to go back and pick rocco up. after checking everything and putting the work order for the delivery men in the right basket, and whatnot, violet locked the gallery down and got into her car. what would be a simple five minute drive from the gallery to his house was now a twenty minute round-a-bout detour since the earthquake. driving was still not advised, but you couldn't just shut down driving. by now it was about five in the afternoon and once she got to his house, she could see the two in the drive way, heads underneath the hood of the car. learning about cars beat learning about guns in violet's eyes. she got out of the car and walked up the driveway. still, both rocco and gale's backs were facing her. she crept up behind them and touched both of their backs. "how are my two favorite boys?" rocco turned around. dirst and grime covering his fingers. "we're not boys, mom. we're men, right gale?"
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Post by galeparker on Jan 16, 2011 12:00:07 GMT -6
 - - - - - - …it'd been a while since paisely was kidnapped, since the earthquake, since his mom died, and since the funeral. and by a while, it was probably only three weeks or so. things weren't great, but what more could hell throw at him before the month ended? list list was short. it sounded crazy, but gale parker was grateful for this turnout. paisely could have never been found, or maybe she could have been killed. the earthquake could have been so bad that valkyrie just got pulled into the ocean or somthing. yes, his mom died, but at least the rest of his family was a-okay. he knew some people who hadn't been so lucky. so yeah, while maybe the past month had been a living hell for the parkers, it couldn't get much worse, and that meant it could only get better. gale was content now, bac in valkyrie for an undetermined amount of time. he was living with paisely and his cousin bailey, and he didn't intend to let anything harmful touch either one of them. and as much as he hated to admit it, or at least the second part of it, being back meant seeing rocco, and that meant seeing violet too. sure, she was one of his only friends outside his family, but it wasn't just friendsip he felt. it was more, though he refused to ever admit it to himself.
…the day had looked like it was going to be laid back. he woke up and threw on some clothes, not really bothering to shower since he figured he'd just get dirty by the end of the day anyway. he sauntered out of his room, vaguely acknowledging paisely sitting in front of the tv, but it was off. he was used to her werid behavior since she got back, and he knew better than to question it. her leg was propped up on the table, her ankle in a cast. her arm was in a sling, but she had an appointment in a few days to see how it was doing, and if it all went well it'd be taken off and she would be out of her wheelchair and onto crutches. "gale?" she said rather emotionlessly as he was making his way to the fridge. he turned around and looked at her, still sleepy eyed. "can you turn on some of that classical music for me?" he shrugged, walked over to her an took her ipod from her hands. he plugged it in, turned on her music, and went back to the fridge. he pulled out a carton of milk and opened it up. for some reason, grabbing a cup seemed like too much work, so he put it to his lips. not long into his little milk splendor, he was given a milk bath. a soft object hit him on the back of his head and the milk went down his shirt. he turned around with a grimace, but paisely was glaring right back, "you're a pig. baley and myself have to drink from that, you know." gale stared her down, and then laughed, shrugging. paisely cracked half a smile, and that was usually as much as he got from her.
…suddenly the house phone began to ring. paisely usually never answered the phone anymore, but whoever it was on the caller id made her want to pick up. "oh hi, could be better, yeah sure he's here, mhmm, will do." she looked at gale with a mischevious eye, "it's violet." she mouthed. paisely could see right through him. she'd always been able to. he hopped over the counter awkwardly, and paisely snorted. most humans would just walk around. he scrambled over and took the phone, "oh hey, vy, rocco? oh yeah, it'd be my pleasure. yes ma'am, see you in a few." he looked at paisely before jogging off to his bedroom to shower. a shower was called for if violet was coming over, even or any bit of time. it didn't ake him long though, and he threw on some actual clothes instead of the sweats and no shirt combo he'd been pulling off earlier. just when he was walking out to the living room to see paisely still in the same positions, he heard the doorbell ring. he walked over to it speedily, ruffling his hair as he went. "if i could walk, i could have answered it first, and embarrassed you" paisely grumbled. gale knew she wasn't kidding. it was a very paisely-esque thing to do. he rolled his eyes, answering the door. violet greeted him and explained that she had to run to the gallery to help a client and then she was off. rocco was excited though and gale laughed. he asked paisely if she wanted anything to eat, and she requested an omlet, so he took rocco into the kitchen to teach him his god-like chef skills. "they're only god-like if they're your only hope for survival," paisely said, her tone happier than usual. she always did have a soft spot for kids, and that was part of the reason gale loved having rocco over. he gave paisely her food, and looked at rocco, "wanna fix up my car with me?" he grinned. rocco jubilantly consented, and gale began to walk over to the garage with him. "playing with your stang?" paisely asked mockingly. gale gave her a dirty look, "its called a 1969 mustang mach 1 428 cobra jet." he muttered professionally and then took rocco outside.
…gale loved cars. they were his only real hobby other than playing some casual baseball here and there. it was the only thing he could see himself doing outside serving the country in some way or another. he'd always had a nack for it, ever since he was a kid. it was his onl real area of expertise outside of the army, and so he embraced that, especially when he was granted the opportunity to show it off to somebody, and even more so to sombody who looked up to him, like rocco. they went out to the drive way, leaving the garage open so he could go in and out. the day was nice, probably about sixty-five degrees but overcast. the ocean looked divine, though he had no real interest to go out to it at the time. it was a perfect day to spend outside fixing a car. he could do it for hours. in fact, he did. so he got under it and started to work, explaining things to rocco and acting like you would see in cartoons, sticking his hand out and asking for a particular tool. he let rocco fix some of the easier things here and there. it was an old wreck, the car. it didn't run at all, and the painted was practically gone. he'd boughten his '69 mustang right after the earthquake. some guy couldn't afford to restore it and was selling it pretty cheap. gale paid him extra because he couldn't bare to take a baby like that off the guys hands for anything less. it wasn't like he lacked in the money to do it. he told rocco about his plans and asked him his opinions on what color it should be when they were finished and got to paint it. he promised he'd call him over to help him when the time came, and for some reason gale had a feeling that the fixer upper mustang was going to become a gale and rocco thing.
…gale never got bored with rocco. he felt like he could just talk to him like he could to paisely or any of his brothers and sisters. it was like hanging out with your kid brother. the only difference was that in front of rocco gale felt the need to hold his tongue because of the sailor language that sometimes spilt out. he took a few breaks with rocco, going in to check on paisely, grab a snack, make some lunch. they got some root beers and took them back out to the driveway, and opened up the hood of the car. only a few minutes into it did gale heard a car approaching was down the road and with a glance over his shoulder he could see it was violet's. he jerked his head up, only to smack it on the hood. it shook a bit but didn't fall, thank heavens. "god damn it! ouch!" he yowle, but started laughing, "rocco, don't tell your mom i did that. don't say that either, it's bad." rocco promised and gale leaned over, looking in the car casually, hoping violet didn't see his random act of stupidity. she said something then, and rocco turned around. gale did the same only moments after, "dang right we are," he said, putting on a classic manly face and flexing. he only remembered to say dang instead of damn right before he spoke. he looked at rocco and at himself, "we're filthy, brother." he snorted, "sorry violet. manly men can't spend the day without getting some dirt and dust stuck to their clothes." gale's visage was teasing and friendly, a crooked smile on his lips.
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Post by violetta juliet giovanni on Feb 2, 2011 23:56:34 GMT -6
----VIOLET PULLED HER SUNGLASSES UP AND OVER HER HEAD, so she could get a better look at what they had been up to. she liked that rocco was hanging out with gale. because he was someone other than their relatives. like any mother, she had been hesitant when gale wanted to meet rocco. it wasn't anything against him since she barely knew him, but she reasoned that it was safe, since this whole thing had been set up by the elementary school rocco attended. it was originally only suppose to be one letter, back and forth, but rocco continued writing, and violet really hadn't seen anything wrong with it. but it was just a little nerve-racking when he wanted to meet, just because she didn't know what he'd be like after the war, not that they knew him before it either. to her relief, gale had turned out completely normal. ever since luca left, rocco had been missing that strong male figure in his life. rocco had now found that in gale. even today, he was teaching rocco how to fix a car. next time were they going to go fishing? violet really couldn't help but smile. she knew rocco was one of the few in his class that didn't really have a dad. violet never really knew how much it bothered him and everytime she mentioned it, he told her he didn't care.
the thing was, rocco had luca until he was five, then luca left. the letters kind of got him excited again. violet could see it in her son's eyes. going to gale's got the same reaction rocco had when she said he was going to luca's. if you were looking at the whole picture, rocco really did have a father. violet was just keeping connor away at all costs. it wasn't like he was a normal guy that knocked her up, or a ex-boyfriend that broke up with her but still wanted to see the kid. essentially, connor was a rapist. she might be twenty five now, but what he did to her at fifteen was unforgivable. he still had his evil ways of showing up unannounced because he wanted to see rocco, his son. violet told him to just get out of their lives. she also told rocco that if rocco ever saw connor, he should run to the nearest adult. violet never told him really who connor was or what he did. she new eventually she would, but he was just so young, violet couldn't do that to him. rocco was a result of rape and connor took advantage of her. yeah, it was just too soon. to everyone else, rocco's father was no more than an ex. an ex that was just never around really. she was only going to be able to use that story for so long now. oh well, sometimes things like this would eventually find their way out into the public.
violet grinned at gale. and looked back at rocco who was nodding in agreement. rocco couldn't help but smile coyly at her. "wanna hug?" he asked her stretching he hands at her, dirty with grease. violet shook her head, "no, but, i could use a kiss from my favorite ten year old man." violet leaned over and tapped her cheek with her index finger. rocco rolled his eyes and quickly flicked his eyes up to gale before leaning forward and giving violet a quick peck on the cheek. violet regained posture and pushed rocco's hair out of his eyes with her fingers. not that it did much, as it just fell back into place above his eyes. another thing she would have to add to the list. rocco could use a hair cut. "maybe you should go wash your hands? i don't want your hand prints all over everything." rocco frowned for a moment. "we're leaving?" violet shook her head. "no. not yet. i got to talk to gale." rocco nodded, "cool. i'll go slow." he yelled behind him as he took off toward the garage door leading into the house. violet watched him take off and smiled distantly before turned back to gale. "i can't thank you enough for taking him on such short notice. a client called said he was in town, i had to go." she used her hands as she explained it quickly, before pulling some of her hair that had fallen out of place behind her ear. "he really like you though. you're all he talks about sometimes." when they would be eating dinner, rocco would rattle off what gale did or said, or taught him that day. "good things, of course," she added.
violet moved closer and leaned against the car. "but, there's something i kinda wanted to talk you about." violet exhaled and folded her hands across her chest. she heard that gale's sister, paisley, sort of went through something similar to what she went through. the kidnapping thing. ever since violet fully got over what had happened ten years ago, she kind of wanted to talk to other girls that went through similar situations. though she never had come across someone, it typically wasn't something people advertised. and if paisley wanted to talk to someone, she wanted to let gale know that she could be there to help if paisley needed it. of course, telling gale that she could be there meant that she'd have to say some things gale didn't really know. he was after all, one of those people that believed her and rocco's situation was and ex-boyfriend that just left. but gale was her friend. he had turned into one of her closest friends outside of the family. if she couldn't trust him, she had lost hope in the world. "i heard what happened to paisley," she started, basically blurting it out because she didn't know how else to start it. "and i guess i just wanted to say, if she needed to ever talk to someone else that's not old, professional looking, and has an office, i can always talk to her." violet pushed herself off the car and turned to face him. she kind of glanced around the yard, making sure rocco wasn't lurking, even though she didn't see him, she dropped her voice anyways. "i went through something similar," she stopped a moment to look up at him. "ten years ago," she said kind of giving him the hint, referring to rocco.
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Post by galeparker on Feb 6, 2011 10:53:16 GMT -6
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…gale had never been good with emotions, or at least any emotions except rage and abhoration. as a kid he was the brat who kicked girls on the playground, he was the little terror, but the one people could help but adore. that escalated as he moved on through his years in middle school, becoming a badass of sorts, but he was a good kid. he had his morals, well, up until high school that is. he got involved in drugs, and really, when he was in rehab and talking to a therapist, he had absolutely zero interest in talking about how he felt. about why he did what he did, what pushed him, the emotions. damn it, there weren't any emotions behind it, no feelings, he just did it to do it. couldn't they understand that, or couldn't anybody understand that? and after he got back he was normal, just as he would be if he was supposed to end up minus all the detours into some darker days. he was just listless with some angry remarks thrown in. he was scared though, and he hid that behind his fury and fighting ways. he was scared he'd fall back into it. no, he didn't give two cares in the world about what the high school population of misfits and poisoned cupcake queens thought, but he didn't want to for his own benefit. he didn't want to hurt his family again. he could express that though, gale didn't know how. he wasn't one with words, and so he joined the army. apparently it was the right move, because it put him into the good graces with his family again, and in the army... well nobody ever pressured him to give a speech on his dream and beliefs and feelings. …so emotions were hard for him, big deal. he was a soldier, not a teddy bear. but he wouldn't be a soldier forever, and sometimes he forgot that. he wasn't a full time soldier, he was just a guy sometimes, just like everybody else. he hid that grievance when his team was killed right in front of him, bottled it up still to this day. but when it came to rocco, the boy he began writing him, he didn't really bother hiding the sudden thrill and excitement when he got a new letter. his family never wrote him, they were busy, really busy. he'd received some letters from his nephew who was around rocco's age, but they were scattered and sometimes nothing at all. just very short, very periodic. but then rocco's would come and he'd bound around like a kid on christmas morning. the guy's got it though, they knew what it was like to get letters, to know people cared. it was good. it simply felt good. but gale could handle those typical emotions, the uncomplicated ones. happy, mad. that was about his only area of expertise with them, otherwise he was on the outs when dealing with his feelings. he knew how to blow up or yell and shout like a professional. he could be happy like a toddler. but love? oh god, no. gale bradley parker had no idea how to be in love. he didn't know what to do, how to act, what to say, who to say it to, what to buy. he just plain didn't know what to do. that really hadn't been a problem, until recently. …violetta giovanni screwed up that little no-love thing he'd had going. he wouldn't admit to himself that he had feelings for her. but they were stronger, and he couldn't deny it. he didn't feel about violet how he felt about paisely or bailey. he didn't feel for her like he did for the sickly old woman standing behind him in the grocery line. it was more than that, and he couldn't deny it, not even if he wanted to. what also didn't help was living in a house with two females who saw right through his every attempt at nonchalance. they both knew him too well, and they were both girls. they knew the process, and how it worked. paisely used to try tipping him over the phone, but that was something he could easily ignore. now that she was in the house, calling over his shoulder, always making snide remarks, well there was no way to hide from it. he couldn't be mad at her though, because he would take her teasing over her listlessness any day. but violet? he didn't know what to do about her. she was probably his best friend outside of wyatt and excluding his family. she told him her stories, her problems, and well, he'd do the same if he ever had anything to talk about, which he never did. he was kind of a suffer in silence type of guy. but he really did care when he heard about violet's days, about rocco's grades. he liked knowing, and he liked being entrusted with it. …grinning at rocco's comment, and allowing that grin to grow even wider when rocco was suspiciously looking up at him while he kissed his mother. gale thought about opposing to the handprints all over remark since he basically would accomplish that himself, but held his tongue and held in a little chuckle at rocco's disappointment to leave. he actually laughed when rocco replied, "yeah buddy, you just take your sweet time," he called back, and turned his head to look at violet, "seriously, don't even worry about it, vi. it was nice to have some leisure time after all the chaos. call me anytime. technically i'm not even working right now," he shrugged just speaking the truth. since he decided not to re-enlist he really didn't have a job, though after paisely was out of her cast he'd go find some mechanic job somewhere around town. he smiled crookedly when she spoke again, "that's good, i'm glad he doesn't say bad things. he's a good kid. i wouldn't mind spending more time with him once everything settles down. anytime, babe," he used the word jokingly, making a sort of john travolta expression from greece and his voice sounding like a guy of that jersey shore crap the kids used to rave about. he noticed her change in voice though when she mentioned paisely, and he grimaced without even thinking about it. it wasn't exactly a happy topic, so this couldn't exactly turn into a happier conversation than the ones they were already having. he stared at her expectantly, almost annoyed that she'd bring it up, but then softened as she continued to speak. she just wanted to help her out. but then she dropped a bomb on him. she was the atomic bomb blowing up his hiroshima. gale just stared at her. he definitely hadn't expected it to take this turn. …ten years ago. oh boy, gale was on an emotional roller coaster, sadness, fear, and mostly just anger. a whole lot of anger. ten years ago? that meant that rocco... rocco, his little buddy, he was a product of what, rape? he could barely bring himself to think the word. it took a few moments for it all to register in his head. once it did, the outcome wasn't exactly a good one. his vision turned red and he was clenching his fists together. veins popped out in his hands and on his neck and he strained himself to not explode. see what i mean about anger? he had always been prone to little temper tantrums, though he usually could hold it together. he was sure everything registered on his face. his jaw clenched together,f lexing, "who the hell did it, violet?" he said, his voice a couple octaves lower, rasping. that was all he could manage to say though. that was all he cared about. he wanted to punch the lights out of the guy who did it, to wring his neck, "who was it?" he persisted. she must have seen this reaction coming, or at least seen it as the first part of his retort to her confession. no wonder she never mentioned it before.
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Post by violetta juliet giovanni on Mar 5, 2011 1:26:31 GMT -6
----IT WAS ONLY UNTIL RECENTLY, that violetta knew she had become completely over and accepted what happened to her. she never really talked about it to someone like a doctor. she could hear the naysayer in her head saying it was something she should talk to someone about. luca recommended it to her, fausto did too, her parents. she felt like that was the thing you were supposed to do. get it all of your chest and you'll feel better. violet did tell someone though. she told luca when they were only teenagers. that was enough for her. but the truth was, even if she talked about it to her closest cousin, it took awhile for her to get better. five years ago, she thought she was 'good.' but she still had the nightmares, still looked over her shoulder every time the wind picked up, still spent a half hour every night looking out the window at night looking for the unseen enemy. she still was jumping when men touched her. could never have a real relationship. the funny thing was, she thought she was good. but know, she knew she was better. she could honestly say she was happy and loved her life. she had a stable job, she had friends, she still had rocco. though the thought of connor swooping in and taking him from her still terrified her to death, she knew she wouldn't go down without a fight. and the fact that she was willing to talk to it with gale was a big step for her. especially someone outside of the family.
the fact she was willing to tell someone else about it kind of made her free. almost to the point she wanted to be an advocated for other rape victims. if paisley wanted to talk, it would be the first time violet would be talking to someone else that was raped. it was another thing she never considered saying out loud. too bad she couldn't go around schools, telling her story and helping other young women. but, she knew that was damn near impossible. violet was sealed as a giovanni. it's not like she could really say who raped her and who was the father of her child. to violet, she never knew what justice was, or what it felt like. in violet's case, the rape was never reported, she never went to someone. it was all taken care within the family. it was too late too, ten years have passed as did the expiration date of being able to report it. lucky for connor, huh? but oh well, really. it's not like the thought of reporting it to the cops ever crossed her mind. it's not like they really could do anything. the funny thing about being in the mobs was that you had extremely good lawyers. connor never would have seen a jail cell even if he was guilty. they all just lived in a separate world. they were more powerful than the american government. however, violet wanted to help. she wanted to help paisley. and really? violet was better than a shrink anyway. she had lived through a rape. she was one of the few that really could connect to paisley. and if paisley wanted to talk to violet, she'd be there for her. it was time for violet to be there for someone close to gale, like he was to rocco.
violet always tried to provide the best possible things for rocco. since the moment he was born, violet never saw connor in him. she raised him, she was there when he was sick, she embraced everything rocco liked. she might of had him young, but violet never let anyone give her pity for her situation. she had been living with her aunt in valkyrie up until five years ago. violet could probably pinpoint that the fact she moved out and lived on her own was the first step in her recovery because she had under her family's protection she she got pregnant. she never really knew anything else. she was the best she could be to rocco. always there for him. though, as the boy grew from five to ten, violet could see he was definitely missing some male figure in his life. luca was gone and violet never really had anyone special. then gzle unexpectedly came into the picture and even though she was skeptical at first, she was so glad gale had become apart of their lives. it was heartwarming that she had someone she could rely on other than someone in her family.
she saw the change in gale's face the moment he connected the dots. she hoped that he wouldn't look at her differently, or rocco. rape was such a dirty word people shrugged away from. violet noticed his fists clench together and she could tell that he was angry. at her? she really couldn't tell at first until he said, "who the hell did it, violet?" his voice was dangerously low. low enough for violet to know if she was any other person, she would not want to see what he was capable of. she glanced around the yard, looking to see if rocco was lurking trying to hear something that the two adults were talking about. nope. he must still be taking his time in the house. "who was it?" he asked again when she didn't answer at first. she offered him a smile and reached up and placed her hand against his cheek, trying to calm him. "his name won't help you. as much as you'd want to do something, don't do something stupid. you'd be dead before you could get within ten feet of him," she said. she retrieved her hand and folded her arms across her chest. "it was a long time ago. rocco doesn't know the full extent of it, he doesn't know what happened. just that... he was never in the picture. i just... i just hope that you don't look at us any differently. rocco is still rocco. and i'm still violet." she smiled again. "just don't look into it, ok? it's better if you know as little as possible. trust me. but please tell paisley i'm here for her if she needs someone. i never went to trial, but i think the healing process might be a little quicker if she did." she stopped again and cocked her head to the side. she smiled. a normal violet smile that wasn't forced. "don't look so upset. i'm twenty five and have a ten year old. don't think it didn't cross your mind how all this happened."
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Post by galeparker on Mar 6, 2011 22:19:27 GMT -6
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…gale was a stand up guy, he really was. he served his country dilligently and faithfully, protecting his buddies and friends alike. he followed orders, and rose in rank. the army had really shaped him up. the years he'd spent in it, well, they were really the best past eight years of his life. he'd never felt like he was doing something important, something worth while, until he enlisted. his parents had never been so proud of him, he'd never been on such good terms with his brothers, especially noah. it was the best decision he ever made. he'd had bad experiences in the army, horrific things had happened that'd he'd had to witness and still relived every so often in his dreams. he'd watched friends die, seen dead civillians, the whole deal. it was never in vain though, not in gale's opinion. he was fighting for the red, white, and blue. he was a patriotic, about as nationalistic as they came. he always got the nostalgic feeling when he was awarded a medal for his country, or when he was promoted in rank. nobody really understands the humbling honor it is until they've experienced it themselves.
…in his adolescence, gale hadn't been the best guy, the most respectable kid. it hadn't started that way. he was a decent kid, average grades with a gift for baseball. he didn't have trouble at home, he wasn't bullied. he had it all going for him, but he just got involved with the wrong girl who got him involved with the wrong crowd. it was a dark time for him, and he put a sort of shame to his family name. he pushed his family away, parents and siblings away, taking out random flashes of anger on them for no reason whatsoever. they were worried at first, and the elder ones had tried talking to him, but eventually it just wasn't worth it, and it obviously wasn't doing anything, so they stopped trying and let him take his own coarse, which wasn't a good coarse, not a divine coarse. gale had gotten involved with all sorts of drugs, was barely ever home, partied every weekend, slept around, and basically screwed up his life. eventually his parents found out though, sending him off to a boot camp where he shaped up, came back, got his shit together, and eventually joined the army.
…everbody had a past, dark or light. gale of all people understood that. after everything he'd been through, collegs had done him the kindness of offering scholarships for his baseball, showing that they still believed in him, and knew he'd changed his ways. the army shaped him up, and he'd met guys who'd done or gone through worse than he, but nobody ever judged. those soldiers were all like brothers to him. the term "brothers in arms" was more accurate than most people realized. gale never judged people, no matter their ethnicity, gender, background, past, present, or possible future. he knew what it was like to be in a place so dark, past the point of no return, and then to come back from it. he knew people were capable of change, that somebody could be an entirely different person now than who they'd been ten years ago. it wasn't impossible, to change. it wasn't something unattainable. gale had the opportunity to follow all his dreams he'd had before he'd gotten involved with a less legal lifestyle, but he'd chosen to devote his life to the army. he wanted to do something worthwhile, something people would be proud of him for.
…now he was here, with violet's hand resting on his face, her liquid calm eyes trying to ease his fiery temper. she was telling him not to see her differently, and for a moment he was confused. he didn't understand why she was saying that, why he would see her differently. it was the asshole who did it that he saw differently, that he wanted to beat until he was no better than pulp filled orange juice. and then he realized that violet probably didn't tell a lot of people about this. it was like how paisely felt, not wanting to be vulnerable and seen as somebody who she isn't. she would always leave a room if she found somebody staring at her with pity, or like she was damaged goods. it didn't make her feel better about her situation, if anything, it made her feel worse. it was one of the few thigns she'd actually explained to gale since she'd arrived in valkyrie. it was the best applicaton he had to what violet was telling him now. his face cooled, though retaining its flushed hue. he swallowed hard, forcing his body to collect itself. very quietly, holding back the rage that was still in his voice, he whispered, "i don't see you differently, violet. i don't see rocco differently either. you're still..." all the words that came to mind either sounded too intimate or not strong enough, but he settled for something simple for lack of anything better to say, "you're still my friends."
…it was probably strange, but gale honestly had never really thought about violet being twenty-five with a ten year old. the thought was never coherently connected in his brain. sure, deep down he probably knew it, but he ignored all those facts. he loved them both too much to even really care. he shrugged when she mentioned it, "christ, i dunno vi," he muttered, feeling better, less angry. he was forcing himself to be normal, just plain old gale, for violet's sake. he wanted to be somebody she felt she could talk to, and if he went all apeshit everytime she said something, well, she'd probably stop talking to him all together. he definitely didn't want that. "i was a pretty, well, bad person when i was a teenager. i don't like to judge," he looked to the ocean, visible over the ridge his house sat on. it was only then that it finally registered with him. violetta was a rape victim, and she wanted to talk to paisely to help her? gale's face went from blood red to snow white, and he looked back at her, a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach, "wait..." he said slowly, "wait, do you think that paisely... that she was...?" he didn't even finish the question, stumbling back a bit to lean on the car.
status•finished.
tagged•vale!
comments• sorry its kinda short.
attire•change pants to jeans?
credits•banner and format inspired by vsiders.
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