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Post by grayson on Nov 12, 2011 23:31:53 GMT -6
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we've already been forever damned --- PERHAPS it was hypocritical, maybe it wasn't. who knew, but the fact was that the old man in that dusty Mexican bar had told him to find his real family and that that was where the boy's mind should be now that he was "free." After the drug cartel had been trumped by Maggie Cor- Maggie Giovanni, would he ever get used to that? Anyways, after it had been trumped by Juan Corinthos's own daughter, the boy had been lost. He had not known what to do. He ended up wandering around. He had even considered suicide, not so much because he was depressed but because he was confused. He didn't. Obviously. He found himself at an old rundown bar, somewhere off the highway in Mexico. He was very literally the only non-Mexican person in the bar but luckily, by then, he was perfectly fluent in multiple varieties of Spanish. He had wandered in, a bit sunburnt, face smeared with dust and dirt from walking so long. He had almost collapsed onto the bar stool. They gave him water but he put down his money for what he really had wanted and that was a drink. He drank the water but then downed the tequila he had ordered when he had heard a voice talking to him from the right. And there he was. --- FILIBERTO was his name. He was in his fifties but from a life time of experience, he was worn and weathered. He both looked and felt as though he was in his seventies. Fil, as he let himself be called, had told him to slow down and asked the kid's name. He had replied out of confusion and exhaustion, "me llamo Grayson, y yo he sido puesto en libertad." - my name is Grayson, and I've been set free - The old man had laughed. His laugh was what made Grayson look up. The man's laugh was horse and airy, it was a laugh that was honest and without irony. It was a laugh that told the world, "i am wise, so shut the fuck up." It was a laugh Grayson respected. Fil had leaned forward and stood up off of his bar stool to take the one next to Grayson. He was a very short man, but even still, he had a natural presence. "lo que es usted haciendo en un tiradero como esto?" - what are you doing in a dump like this? - Grayson had turned and looked back at his empty shot glass and swirled the condensation. And somehow, within a few hours of drinking a mixture of water and tequila, and living with the Corinthos, Gray had earned quite a strong tolerance, that mixed with the water being drank as well, Gray was tipsy but not smashed and the old man must have been a pro as his demeanor had not changed in the slightest. --- FILIBERTO had learned Grayson's whole story, at least what Grayson could remember clearly. His brainwashing was very successful but Fil seemed to see past even that. He had placed a hand on Grayson's back and laughed his laugh again. "Es algo. Por último libre y triste usted no es encarcelado. "¿El niño, desea mi aconseja?" - you are something. Finally free and sad you're not imprisoned. Kid, you want my advise? - All Grayson could do was nod. Fil then smiled wide revealing missing, crooked and yellowed teeth, "Hoja. Encuentre su familia, su familia verdadera. Viva feliz y justo permitió que sea." - Leave. Find your family, your real family. Live happy and just let it be. - Grayson had listened. He hadn't understood the man at first. To Grayson, family was... it was the people who owned him. He stayed into the night talking with Filiberto. He learned of Fil's life. The battles he had lived through and the wife and children he had lost, unable to protect them. He told Grayson of the friendships he made and how many times they had saved his life. And while Grayson might not truly understand, Filiberto was the first person, in his entire life, to tell him what friendship and family really meant. --- THE next day, Grayson took off again. He thanks Filiberto and used the rest of his money to contact and hire A.Heyward to find the only living sibling whom Grayson even remembered getting along with. Small world though, Korina was now in Valkyrie, California, the same place where Maggie Co-.... Maggie Giovanni now resided. Whether it was what Filiberto had in mind or not, finding Grayson's birth family meant finding one of the people he was loyal to. Someone who could guide him. Keep him from ever feeling so lost again. It had worked. Grayson took a bus to get up to the US Border and crossed without difficulty, fake ID and passport but since he had washed his face and was white, he was barely questioned. They didn't even search his bag, which was good since it had a couple of Gray's favorite guns and a crossbow in it along with some clothes and a map of Valkyrie. Now, here he was. Grayson "Boy Wonder" Sean Dixon had found his way to Valkyrie, and better than that he had found Maggie. He found her before looking for his birth sister. --- CURRENTLY, Grayson was on the roof of some old building, only two stories up. It was in the city but definitely further out, it was not a busy downtown street. looked too damaged. Didn't look like many people came around this area often, let alone this building, looked abandoned, damaged in the quake no doubt. His bag laid open on the floor beside him as he scoped out the neighborhood. He was a sniper, and one of the best around, not that he realized what he was worth, but the rooftops were his homeland. Gray leaned down and on a scrap piece of paper he wrote out a note. "LOOK UP AND TO THE LEFT." and on the bottom of his page, he quickly drew a simple target sign ( click). It was sort of a signature of his. Back when the Cartel was still strong, some of the other guys had called him a "Sniping Robin Hood." He had taken it as a compliment. Maggie had always been a friend to him, even when he was first taken and all he ever endured was beatings. She was always civil to him. He had considered them to be friends. He struck the note onto an arrow that not only matched into his favorite crossbow, but was his custom design. On the job, not many people used crossbows, they were still around, and pretty damn cool but guns tended to be easier for a job. Crossbows were more, how he had fun. He crouched down and watched across the street. Maggie should be walking down this street soon. He had sort of watched her from afar, she probably knew she was being followed, Grayson knew her instincts were top notch. He smiled as he saw her, looked around, no one else around... he took aim and let the arrow fly. It hit in between the cracks of the side walk about two feet in front of her. He smiled and stood up straight, waving at her as she looked up. He put up his index finger before grabbing his back and putting the bow back inside. Jogging down the stairs and out of the old building before crossing the street jogging towards her with a big grin. , outfit, TAG: MAGGIE, I hope the small GM was okay |
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Post by magdelena e. g. giovanni on Nov 23, 2011 22:45:06 GMT -6
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what a life. maggie hadn't ever expected to be where she was today but then again a lot of people could say the same as her. not a lot of people could think about their life in five years and then five years later say that they had gone exactly where they had planned to go. at eighteen maggie certainly hadn't dreamed about getting married, then nearly divorced, then getting pregnant, then having her marriage work out. maggie for the most part had never even though about getting married ever and why would she? back then it had never even been an option because maggie had been forced to spend so much time on trying to outwit her father just in order to stay alive. though her father wasn't the most intelligent of individuals, he could have easily killed her had maggie not been on her game. he wasn't smart, but he was opportunistic, if that wasn't obvious simply from the fact that he had even had a business in the first place, then maggie didn't know what to tell people. juan corinthos had taken his business from the dead claws of another cartel. something people tended to forget. there was a reason why the castillos had wanted him dead so much that they had kidnapped her and tortured her and drugged her. it was because juan had taken everything from the castillos, both in business and in lives. he had been the one to give everything the police had needed to make their arrests and when the castillos had protested, the police had shot most of them dead. those that had survived had gone underground and instead of clearing out the cartel, the police had laid idly by as juan had stepped right in and taken over everything the castillos had. he was an opportunist if one ever existed nad it was evident. if maggie ever stumbled she was sure he would be right back in her life trying to take back the reigns and trying to get back his dignity. he was in for a big surprise because maggie wasn't going anywhere and she'd taken every precaution to keep him in check since the day she had taken this business, his life's work, away from him. she wanted nothing more than to watch him squirm and that was more than easy to do. she had taken everything from him so all she had to do was work his nerves and show him just how powerless he was and the defeat, oh it tasted like candy. it was the sweetest feeling in the world knowing that she didn't have to answer to that man every again.
she usually didn't just roam around the streets like this but it had been an interesting few days, or few weeks, or whatever for maggie. a lot of things had changed in a very short amount of time and sometimes that just meant that a person needed to take some time for themselves to get everything figured out. for maggie that meant doing something that gave her a little bit of breathing room. that wasn't to say that having her husband back in her life was a burden. she loved him and she was more than grateful that he was back in her life and talking about the future and about all the things that were going to change. it was just that hearing about all the changes have maggie more than a little anxiety. she didn't deal with change well and she never had. she hadn't dealt with going from a teenager always used to looking over her shoulder to a wife very well. she’d been more than a little skeptical of luca and though she'd loved him and wanted him in every moment of her life there were some times when she just hadn't wanted to let him in. that hadn't had anything to do with him, it had simply been due to the fact that letting the people you love into every aspect of your life had always been dangerous for maggie. it hadn't been a good thing to let her father into her life or to let her money-grubbing mother know a thing about her. that had always been like begging for some big disaster to happen. so instead she'd kept everything inside and she'd pretty much only trusted herself. letting someone in who wasn't going to do that was still like setting off all those alarms. though he in no way meant to hurt her, it took time to break down those walls and to let her subconscious understand that this one person was not going to hurt her the way other people had. of course that hadn't been all true seeing how he had hurt her a few times, but he wasn't looking to end her life at any one time. and though she had to get used to it again and had to trust that he wasn't going to betray her again, it was still difficult to do and was one of the reason why she'd chosen a day like today to just take a walk and let the things rumbling around in her head find a place to conglomerate and make just a little bit of sense. she had been walking for maybe about an hour now and she was quite sure that she hadn't figured out anything yet. well, it was going to have to come to her at some time right? in the mean time she would keep walking.
she certainly hadn't expected to be walking around and end up with and arrow appearing in the side of the building she was walking beside. maggie caught the slip of paper and looked up in the direction that was written, smiling at the familiar face that appeared on the rooftop across the way. "dios mio." she said as she waited for him to appear, a grin crossed her lips as she finally saw him, her arms opening up for him to insert himself into. her arms wrapped around him the minute she felt the connection, her fingers brushing through the hair at the nape of his neck. "i'm so happy to see you grayson. it's been far too long. the spanish rolling off her tongue easily as she gave a little squeeze then took a step back. "how are you?" she couldn't remember the last time she'd seen him but it hadn't been under the best of circumstances. their friendship had never been made under the best of circumstances but that didn't mean a thing. he had still been important to her and she had still cared about him even if her father had treated him like a dog. that was one of the reasons why they had gotten along so well, they had had that in common. it didn't matter now since juan corinthos had been outed from the position he held in such high regards but maggie couldn't sponge those memories from her brain or from grayson's for that matter and no matter how much she wanted to do so, having the win over her father didn't make the past any better. still, they were here now and they were doing moderately better than the last time they had seen one another. that had to mean something. "i'm so glad to see you. what are you doing here?"
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Post by grayson on Nov 25, 2011 10:29:35 GMT -6
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we've already been forever damned
--- YOU know, it was strange how selective memory could be. He was taken by the human traders when he was nine. He should remember a lot of things from before then but he didn't. He didn't remember anything specific other than that he wasn't happy. He wasn't happy and he had siblings is all he could tell you if you asked about the under ten years. Everything that happened with Cartel on the other hand was in bright and vibrant colors. His memories were a little warped from what truly happened to him but that was a part of the brainwashing after all. The cartel was able to get his loyalty through a mixture of torture and compassion. You see, when he was taken by the traders, Gray, being a very clever kid, thought that it was important to get out. He found a way out of the basement they were keeping him in and the German men who had locked him up caught him just in time. To punish him, they hammered a nail into him. He didn't scream. He refused to so they took a power drill to him.
--- THE man then took a powerdrill, and with the a thin drill bit used for making pilot holes in wood and even metal, he began to drill into Gray's shoulders. The small beneath the actual shoulder bones and the collar bones. Gray gave up. The spin and twist of the drill bit cut in while tearing near by skin and flesh into the spiral... to this day he has never felt anything so painful. One in each shoulder, one above either side of his pelvis, total of four. He was in so much pain he yanked his arms away, causing the muscles to tear from the nails holding them in place and after that he just passed out, pain and blood loss being too much. When he woke up, after that pain, he was at the Corinthos's mansion in Mexico. He had been cleaned up, and bandaged. They had given him some drugs to to dull the pain because everything was very hazy as people came in and out of the room. He was on a nice bed too by the way. Still strapped down though. They healed him up before they hurt him. The Cartel was smart. Heal him from past wounds, beat him, heal him with care, beat him again. It was the reason he became such a good shot on top of his brain. If he didn't hit the target the exact way he was supposed to, hot iron to the back, shoot again, oh it hit the target but not dead center, hot iron to the back again. When he's finished have him be cared for gently and healed up before getting back to training.
--- AT this point all Gray really remembered was that they always took care of him if he hurt himself during training. That's how he tells it, at least. One of the people who always was on the helping end of these paired exorcises was Maggie. That was why he had stayed neutral in her conflict with Juan Sr. He was owned by Juan but he liked Maggie. It was probably the closest he had ever been to insubordination or having his own mind. But he was glad to see her. Grayson jogged across the street and went into her open arms. Maggie was a tall, graceful woman, but he still had to lean down a bit, not as much as he usually did thankfully. Gray was really tall. He smiled as she greeted him warmly. He stood up straighter as she took a step back and nodded, "Too long indeed." He replied. The last time he had seen her, she was taking people from the cartel to go and work for her in Valkyrie. At the time he had sort of disappeared. He wasn't used to not following Juan Sr. orders but he wasn't used to not listening to Maggie either. He was torn between the two, confused on which one he was supposed to stay loyal to for the first time in his life.
--- GRAYSON had returned to an empty mansion. The cartel dismembered really. It was the event that had caused him to be lost to the world, for the second time in his life, for the next few years. And then, thank you guru Fil, he found his way here. "how are you?" Grayson shrugged his shoulders, "Better, I guess" He replied almost cryptically. He pulled up on the strap of the bag on his shoulder so it was more secure, "I haven't really been doing much since the last time I saw you... training in the middle of no where back in Mexico. I was... bored." Bored of course meaning, a lost puppy without an owner, in a way, waiting by the door for that owner to come home. He put on a goofy smile and looked down at Maggie, "But how's life as a big shot?" He asked the woman. "i'm so glad to see you. what are you doing here?" Grayson looked around for a moment before nodding down the street in the direction she was headed, "Come on, I'll walk with you." he offered in a non-commanding tone. As they began to walk he looked to his side at her and continued, "A guru in a bar back home told me to find my birth family." He said thoughtfully, "I tried but when I found out that most of my birth family was dead or in prison and the only one not was here, all I could think of was contacting you. Got on a bus and came here."
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Post by magdelena e. g. giovanni on Nov 28, 2011 22:30:29 GMT -6
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maggie hadn't taken kindly to a lot of people in her time on the planet but for some reason grayson had been the kind of kindred spirit she could connect with. it wasn't as though they had gone through the exact same thing but they had both experienced the darker side of juan corinthos sr and honestly that had been one of the main reasons why maggie had even given him the time of day. she couldn't even really remember the first time she'd met him or what her father's men had done to him to bloody him up so damn bad but it had been ruthless. maggie had found him laying on the floor spattered in blood and something inside of her had told her to take care of him. she had known that her father had been to blame and that a child not much older than her, if he was older at all, was much too innocent to have ever been treated in such a fashion. she'd taken a kind of fancy to him in the way a mother dog took in a duckling or a tigress adopted a domesticate cat's kitten. maggie had within her mental capacity all the ferocity that should have built up in grayson and caused him to lash out and seek his freedom, something that she had witnessed never developing. she had been ashamed that her father had been capable of such cruelty but at the same time no one knew better just how much he was capable of it. maggie had definitely been more subjected to the mental aspect of things rather than the physical. of course her father had slapped her around a time or two but that was nothing compared to some of the things she had learned happened to grayson. even j.r. who was drinking away his sorrows from all of the old memories that had surfaced had mainly only dealt with the mental aspect of things. he had been forced to kill people at a younger age and had seen a lot more of the damage than he would care to remember, but that was nothing compared to the torture grayson endured.
maggie didn't deserve his fierce loyalty and she knew that but at the same time she always did a great job of talking herself out of feeling bad. just as she did with a majority of the people or families that she threatened in order to gain some kind of upper hand, maggie had talked herself out of feeling some sort of remorse. she had needed to threaten those families otherwise the empire wouldn't have grown and she wouldn't have ended up here today. that much was true for sure. if maggie hadn't come in to valkyrie at the age of seventeen and found something to hold over the mayors head in order to give her free reign at the docks for all intensive purposes then she wouldn't have forced her father's hand, she wouldn't have been paired up with luca, she wouldn't have married him, and she wouldn't have ended up pregnant with his children. but just because she hadn't been the one forcing the drill bits into his skin or breaking bones didn't mean that she was innocent. maggie had known all about what they were doing to grayson with no knowledge as to why and she had still made sure to never come around when it was happening, only being there to clean up his wounds and be his friend, and she'd never even contemplated letting him out and forcing him to have his freedom. she wasn't even sure if he would have known what to do with himself if she'd ever given him the key to his freedom because no matter how much pain he'd been forced to endure, he had never begged to be free. he had always just wanted her to be a friend to him and a friend she had been. it was sick. she was sick. but she couldn't deny him something he asked. he hadn't asked for his freedom so she hadn't offered it. it made her a bad person in the long run and maggie knew that.
hell if she wasn't a bad person she wouldn't be involved in this line of work now would she? but this was who she was and instead of denying herself that and forcing herself to live a life behind some desk pushing papers for some pig-headed old coot, she was out doing what she loved. sure it wasn't politically correct and it sure as hell wasn't legal but this was her life. as long as she was the one willing to take the risk then it was what she was going to do. yes luca might not like that sentiment and yes she was toning things back for the sake of his sanity, but this was maggie corinthos-giovanni we were talking about here. maggie tamed for no one. not even that adorable husband of hers. "better is a start i suppose." she said with a smile, ignoring his tone. she was happy right now and she wanted things to remain that way and not giving him a chance to eek his frustrations out on her was one way of preventing her good mood from dwindling. "well had i known i would have brought you here. lord knows i could use a sharp shooter like you on my team. rather you be with me than against me any day of the week." she linked her arm with his, giving his hand a little pat as he offered to walk with her. this wasn't what she had originally planned but maggie always liked when things changed for the better. "i do so love people doing what i tell them to do. i always knew i was right for this position and since juan wouldn't let me get involved i took everything from him. it's a nice feeling getting back at that pig and turning him into a waste of space." she said with a contented sigh as they began to walk. "well i'm so glad you did. i've been missing you terribly. lord knows things haven't been the same without you in my corner."
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