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- Giuseppe Trovato - 05-27-2011 [html]
OOC
Awwww brotherly love o.O' Not. WC:300+In Character
Storming towards the entrance of the caves it was clear to anyone who say they hybrid that he was furious at the world. For many days now he had noticed a change in his little slave of a brother. A change that Giuseppe Trovato simply couldn’t allow to continue if little Teo was going to continue to blossom into a social butterfly. It was simply not okay for Matteo to regain the confidence that their parents had tried so hard to instil in their prized son. No way in hell was he about to let that happen. It had taken months to steal that very sweet, talkative, innocent soul away from his little brother and he wasn’t about to just hand it back on a silver platter. .Giuseppe-ktable p {padding:0px 20px 10px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .Giuseppe-ktable b {color:#00a686;} .Giuseppe-ktable-b {width:402px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0px auto;} .Giuseppe-ktable-header {font-family:georgia, serif; color:#0ac8d8; text-shadow:#FFFFFF 0px 0px 4px; float: right; margin:5px; text-transform:uppercase; font-size:15px; font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px;} .Giuseppe-ktable-ooc {font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px; letter-spacing:.4px; font-style:italic; } .Giuseppe-ktable {background-color:#000000; padding:0px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#e3e7e4; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:2px; line-height:14px; width:400px; text-align:justify; background-image:url(http://img412.imageshack.us/img412/501/giuseppe.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:10px 0px 220px 0px; } </style> - Matteo Trovato - 05-28-2011 [html] Ah, finally. A thread between the brothers. :3 Matteo was having a hard week. After doing his first burn ever with Demi, the boy had visited Naniko. Before those two events, he'd had a fight with Alaki (one he'd yet to fully fix). The boy was at a loss as to what to do next. He decided maybe paying his brother a visit, to try and sort things out... after all, Giuseppe had always been there for him, right? Even though he'd been abusive and cruel, he'd also been a good big brother to the white lad, right? It was that tiny hope that had Matteo sitting in his old room, waiting for Giuseppe to arrive. When the darker brother came inside, his voice was dripping with that twisted disappointment and anger. That anger brought Teo to shrink back. When the rage started, Teo opened his mouth to reply a few times, his own expression a mix of anger, frustration, fear and confusion. Giuseppe pointed outside, telling him that they were using him. That couldn't be true, could it? With that sudden fear now firmly planted in his chest, the younger brother snapped his gaze back to Giuseppe, forgetting his prior reasons for being there. That's not true! Gemma couldn't be pretending, could she? She didn't even know what a friend was back then. Alaki... it was possible for him to be pretending. Who knows why, but maybe the mysterious knight was indeed pretending... and if so, Teo wondered, does he even know how I feel? Is he that cruel? Shaking his head slowly, Teo sat up a little straighter. You're lying to me. Alaki promised that he'd protect me! Why would he do that if he were using me? What would he gain? Matteo had, if not anything else, come to understand Alaki's mindset, the way that male worked. It was a give and take world to him. Using Matteo... what would he get out of pretending to be his friend? Giuseppe had to be lying. He just had to be. Still, standing up to his brother in any way was amazingly hard for him to do. He felt his heart going a mile a minute, a certain scent of fear all too noticable. .matteo1-z91 .ooc {font-style:italic; } .matteo1-z91 p {padding:0px 20px 5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .matteo1-z91 b {font-style:italic; font-weight:bold; color:#670000; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .matteo1-z91 {background-color:#000; background-image:url(http://i776.photobucket.com/albums/yy46 ... teotab.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:200px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #fff; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#fff; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:420px; text-align:justify; border-radius:10px; -moz-border-radius:10px; -webkit-border-radius:10px; } .matteo1-z91-border {width:422px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto; border-radius:10px; -moz-border-radius:10px; -webkit-border-radius:10px; box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A; -moz-box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A; -webkit-box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A;} </style>[/html] - Giuseppe Trovato - 06-01-2011 [html] OOC
.... WC:500+In Character
He had been so good to Teo since coming to Anathema. Naturally he had fucked the boy but more gently then he had in the past and more for his own pleasure then for a mix of pleasure and deliberately enforcing pain. Originally Giuseppe believed that by removing his precious little brother from Italy and stashing him in a room underground would keep the brat in his place. After all, this was his world not Matteo's. In Nova Scotia it was Giuseppe Trovato that would be given the attention, the respect. Their father had been the man in charge back in Italy but here he stood a chance for once. All through his short life it had been all about how pure and perfect Teo was. How the great God had given their family a gift by sending them the perfect son and how one day he would run the business with Draco. Never had his parents complimented him, never had they said they were proud to have him as a son or that he was a gift. No, Giu was always the trouble maker, the burden on the family. .Giuseppe-ktable p {padding:0px 20px 10px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .Giuseppe-ktable b {color:#00a686;} .Giuseppe-ktable-b {width:402px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0px auto;} .Giuseppe-ktable-header {font-family:georgia, serif; color:#0ac8d8; text-shadow:#FFFFFF 0px 0px 4px; float: right; margin:5px; text-transform:uppercase; font-size:15px; font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px;} .Giuseppe-ktable-ooc {font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px; letter-spacing:.4px; font-style:italic; } .Giuseppe-ktable {background-color:#000000; padding:0px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#e3e7e4; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:2px; line-height:14px; width:400px; text-align:justify; background-image:url(http://img412.imageshack.us/img412/501/giuseppe.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:10px 0px 220px 0px; } </style> - Matteo Trovato - 06-02-2011 [html] Resisting... The last thing Teo had expected was to be left alone, or for Giuseppe to admit he'd been lying. So of course he'd somewhat braced himself for the older brother's outburst. When the dark male came rushing forward, Teo's arms went up to protect his face and he cringed, a shrill yelp the only sound heard above his brother's snarled yells. The bed came rushing up at him, it having been the only place to sit and he felt the air flutter and leave his lungs. He took a gasp to try and reclaim his breath as Giuseppe screamed at him, trying not to listen but still hanging on every word. When Giuseppe paused the first time, Teo's eyes were locked onto his, defiant and angry. Not a good enough excuse. He'd gotten himself in trouble all on his own, afterall. (He hangs out with Alaki, doesn't he?) However, Giuseppe only paused a moment before continuing. Teo's eyes widened slightly at this one. Win me over... why? Teo saw no point behind it, but then.... it was Alaki, after all. Maybe he had his reasons. Gemma was next on the list, and for a moment he didn't think it possible. Gemma? Selfish? That didn't seem right. He opened his mouth again, teeth bared. At least they don't maul me whenever they don't get their way! He latched onto his brother's arm, the one holding him down, with both hands, as if to push the darker male off him, but those beaten-in fears held him back from doing so. If Mom taught me anything, it's that you don't beat on those you love! This was said in spite, Teo knowing full well that part of the reason Giusepppe did what he did was because of their parents. Not that you'd know that... The look in the boy's eyes were familliar, almost belonging to Alaki; mocking. .matteo1-z91 .ooc {font-style:italic; } .matteo1-z91 p {padding:0px 20px 5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .matteo1-z91 b {font-style:italic; font-weight:bold; color:#670000; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .matteo1-z91 {background-color:#000; background-image:url(http://i776.photobucket.com/albums/yy46 ... teotab.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:200px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #fff; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#fff; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:420px; text-align:justify; border-radius:10px; -moz-border-radius:10px; -webkit-border-radius:10px; } .matteo1-z91-border {width:422px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto; border-radius:10px; -moz-border-radius:10px; -webkit-border-radius:10px; box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A; -moz-box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A; -webkit-box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A;} </style>[/html] - Giuseppe Trovato - 06-14-2011 [html] OOC
...Oh so violent Poor Teo! <3 WC:300+In Character
It felt so exhilarating to push, to fight. Giuseppe was a man who lived for the thrill and there was nothing better to him then pushing around his little brother. After all, the little fucker had taken away his life. If it weren't for him Giu would be ruling beside his father in Italy and be rolling in the dough. Instead they were stuck on a god forsaken boat for months and now he had to force himself to be within touching distances of other canines all day, a horrible nuisance to a sex addict. .Giuseppe-ktable p {padding:0px 20px 10px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .Giuseppe-ktable b {color:#00a686;} .Giuseppe-ktable-b {width:402px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0px auto;} .Giuseppe-ktable-header {font-family:georgia, serif; color:#0ac8d8; text-shadow:#FFFFFF 0px 0px 4px; float: right; margin:5px; text-transform:uppercase; font-size:15px; font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px;} .Giuseppe-ktable-ooc {font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px; letter-spacing:.4px; font-style:italic; } .Giuseppe-ktable {background-color:#000000; padding:0px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#e3e7e4; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:2px; line-height:14px; width:400px; text-align:justify; background-image:url(http://img412.imageshack.us/img412/501/giuseppe.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:10px 0px 220px 0px; } </style> - Matteo Trovato - 06-15-2011 [html] Stubbornly defiant... :/ Teo, just stop talking now. It'll be easier for yo- no? Oh, okay... fine. Keep talking. >.< For a moment Matteo thought he'd gotten the better of his darker brother. He felt bad for hurting him, but that feeling of guilt flushed away quickly when the dark male's fist collided with his face, earning a shrill yelp from the albino. Fuck! He cursed, coughing at the strain in his neck and the pain now burning in his cheek and jaw. He only had a moment to barely hear more words spoken in spite at him before the weight on his neck and hips left him. Another moment gave the boy a slight feeling of relief... ...and then the sharp kick to the ribs sent him back into agony. He cried out, curling in on himself and letting out a sharp whine. He laid there for a moment, gasping and coughing, before the pain subsidded enough for him to try and sit up, sending another (albiet pained) glare at his brother. You deserved every mark Dad gave you! He spat, teeth bared again. You didn't listen to a word he said! You were always causing trouble! Always hurting me...! His words were spat out with a trickle of blood, his cheek now bleeding from being crushed up against his teeth earlier. Mom and Dad did love you, Giuseppe! You're just too jealous to realize that! The boy had gotten bolder in the he'd spent with Alaki. Too bad for him that was all about to come crashing down around him. He could take a few hits... but whatever else his brother had in store would probably end up breaking him down all over again. He was a Trovato. He was tough. Durable. But he wasn't God... and sometimes he doubted even God could take the punishments Giuseppe dished out. Nowhere in the bible did it ever say that God was raped, maimed and beaten to near death. Not even Jesus had been so unfortunate. So who could possibly expect the boy to stand up after what was about to occure...? .matteo1-z91 .ooc {font-style:italic; } .matteo1-z91 p {padding:0px 20px 5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .matteo1-z91 b {font-style:italic; font-weight:bold; color:#670000; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .matteo1-z91 {background-color:#000; background-image:url(http://i776.photobucket.com/albums/yy46 ... teotab.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:200px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #fff; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#fff; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:420px; text-align:justify; border-radius:10px; -moz-border-radius:10px; -webkit-border-radius:10px; } .matteo1-z91-border {width:422px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto; border-radius:10px; -moz-border-radius:10px; -webkit-border-radius:10px; box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A; -moz-box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A; -webkit-box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A;} </style>[/html] - Giuseppe Trovato - 07-06-2011 [html] OOC
WC:300+ In Character
Stopping the kicking he was left standing, panting from the energy he had put into his first assault, the Trovato Prince stared glaring at the wall. He was overwhelmed with his own anger. Turning his back to his sibling he believed that the episode was once again over. Matteo had been a much better behaved sibling back in their homeland. His friendships within the pack had clearly been a poor influence. The Trovato line believed strongly in family discipline. Family always came first. In Giuseppe's mind Matteo had betrayed him by bringing their mother into the mix. Their mother had taught them about family, tradition and the importance of good manners while Draco was more business minded and clearly the alpha male. .Giuseppe-ktable p {padding:0px 20px 10px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .Giuseppe-ktable b {color:#00a686;} .Giuseppe-ktable-b {width:402px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0px auto;} .Giuseppe-ktable-header {font-family:georgia, serif; color:#0ac8d8; text-shadow:#FFFFFF 0px 0px 4px; float: right; margin:5px; text-transform:uppercase; font-size:15px; font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px;} .Giuseppe-ktable-ooc {font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px; letter-spacing:.4px; font-style:italic; } .Giuseppe-ktable {background-color:#000000; padding:0px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#e3e7e4; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:2px; line-height:14px; width:400px; text-align:justify; background-image:url(http://img412.imageshack.us/img412/501/giuseppe.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:10px 0px 220px 0px; } </style> - Matteo Trovato - 07-06-2011 [html] Fewhehe! I love writing angsty like. :B More yelling. Another kick. Matteo curled in on himself, coughing and clenching his teeth. When Giuseppe grabbed hold of him, he protested sharply, crying out at the rough treatment and struggling to get away. His attempts were in vain. Giuseppe had him pinned down long before he could get the strength to push away. Then Giuseppe started tugging at his clothes. He could feel the pressure on his back, the growing hardness that was so sickenly familliar to him, the bitter reminder of what was about to come. Fear. The albino was terrified. His brother whispered to him as he was stripped down, words that were already driven into his mind, now resurfacing to haunt him. More clothes on the floor, more struggling, more defiance. Then he noticed his brother's clothing disappearing and he started to freak. No! He screamed, kicked as much as he could, yelled and pleaded for help to come. Deep down he knew it wouldn't come, he knew nothing could save him at this point. It would be just like every other time, every other abusive night. He'd just have to suffer through it and try to keep a stable mind... Let me go...! .matteo1-z91 .ooc {font-style:italic; } .matteo1-z91 p {padding:0px 20px 5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .matteo1-z91 b {font-style:italic; font-weight:bold; color:#670000; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .matteo1-z91 {background-color:#000; background-image:url(http://i776.photobucket.com/albums/yy46 ... teotab.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:200px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #fff; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#fff; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:420px; text-align:justify; border-radius:10px; -moz-border-radius:10px; -webkit-border-radius:10px; } .matteo1-z91-border {width:422px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto; border-radius:10px; -moz-border-radius:10px; -webkit-border-radius:10px; box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A; -moz-box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A; -webkit-box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A;} </style>[/html] - Giuseppe Trovato - 07-18-2011 [html] OOC
WC:300+ In Character
.Giuseppe-ktable p {padding:0px 20px 10px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .Giuseppe-ktable b {color:#00a686;} .Giuseppe-ktable-b {width:402px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0px auto;} .Giuseppe-ktable-header {font-family:georgia, serif; color:#0ac8d8; text-shadow:#FFFFFF 0px 0px 4px; float: right; margin:5px; text-transform:uppercase; font-size:15px; font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px;} .Giuseppe-ktable-ooc {font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px; letter-spacing:.4px; font-style:italic; } .Giuseppe-ktable {background-color:#000000; padding:0px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#e3e7e4; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:2px; line-height:14px; width:400px; text-align:justify; background-image:url(http://img412.imageshack.us/img412/501/giuseppe.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:10px 0px 220px 0px; } </style> - Matteo Trovato - 07-18-2011 [html] Aaannnnd on that twisted note, I end the thread. Teo screamed and struggled when he felt his arms twisted, his body hoisted easily off the ground and bent over against the bed. Italian pleas were yelped out moments before the darker brother forced himself in. One last scream and then Teo was too busy biting down hard on the blankets, clawing and flinching at every thrust, praying it'd be over soon. Somewhere in the turmoil, Teo's mind let go, crumbling under the abuse. He suddenly realized through the pain and numb emotions of it all that his brother was right. He'd been unfaithful, disloyal and foolish in his social displays. Giuseppe was only teaching him a lesson, one that had to be taught. Giuseppe was the one in charge, the only voice of reason, the only ruling power in Matteo's little world. He always had been and always would be. The albino brother knew that now... At some point, the pain faded away into numb pleasure, forced out of reflex. When it did, Matteo silently swore never to trust anyone else ever again. .matteo1-z91 .ooc {font-style:italic; } .matteo1-z91 p {padding:0px 20px 5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .matteo1-z91 b {font-style:italic; font-weight:bold; color:#670000; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .matteo1-z91 {background-color:#000; background-image:url(http://i776.photobucket.com/albums/yy46 ... teotab.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:200px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #fff; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#fff; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:420px; text-align:justify; border-radius:10px; -moz-border-radius:10px; -webkit-border-radius:10px; } .matteo1-z91-border {width:422px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto; border-radius:10px; -moz-border-radius:10px; -webkit-border-radius:10px; box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A; -moz-box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A; -webkit-box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A;} </style>[/html] |