GIORGIA AGNELLI-MALLOY
Werewolf
Posts: 58
Age:
33
Occupation:
District Attorney
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Nemo Agnelli
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Nov 10, 2024 18:32:32 GMT
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Post by GIORGIA AGNELLI-MALLOY on Jun 6, 2022 18:46:45 GMT
 It was just as well another body had been found at the quarry that morning. If Detective Buckley had been at the station when the new DA had called his brother in the uproar probably would’ve been heard all the way back in New Orleans. Emiliano had lost his prison pet when Mikey Buckley had finally gotten parole but he would’ve gotten a kick out of Chase’s rage.
The same couldn’t be said if their father found out that Roxxi was hooked up with a Buckley. Emiliano had spent years trying to break Chase and each time his attempts had failed. While he was winding Pat, and Neo – oh lord she didn’t want to admit it but she had been tangled right with them – around his little finger Mikey had worked his way free and Chase had tried to start a new life for them here.
Strangely, right to where her sister had bolted to.
Her lips pressed tightly together, Giorgia brushed the last crumbs of her sandwich from her fingers .There were no coincidences, not when it came to anything Emiliano’s filthy fingers had touched. She had no clue what it was that had drawn Chase here yet but she would find out what it was and she would convince him it wasn’t worth it, he should go. Roxxi would rage, the scent of her sister on the lunch on Chase’s desk yesterday had practically been a scarlet letter stamped on both of them, but she’d have to understand in the end. This was to save Chase’s life … and Nemo’s.
Giorgia closed the fingers of one hand absently around the opposite wrist as she stood sightlessly at her computer. Nemo wouldn’t understand. He already believed she had betrayed him once. Her fingers twitched at the memory of him pulling her hand from his cheek. Sending him away the way she’d tried to had nothing to do with not wanting him – the tattoo that had once graced her ribs might have been burned away but she could still feel the way Nemo’s fingers had trailed over it and the ache still in her heart proved how much she still did – and everything to do with wanting to protect him.
Would Emiliano venture out of New Orleans to try and have him freed if he was arrested here? Or would he stand by his coffin weeping if Chase killed the scarred man determined to have his revenge first?
Swallowing hard, Giorgia released her wrist and pushed to her feet, brushing the wrapper from her sandwich into the trash can and out of sight. The lump that had lodged in her throat stuck fast and threatened to choke her. It wasn’t as though she had lied to him when she’d told Nemo that Emiliano was no father. There was no part of that man’s heart that would crack if Nemo failed and Chase succeeded, and every part of hers that would.
She drew in a deep breath through her nose as she opened the mini-fridge in the corner and retrieves two bottles of water, let it out slowly as she set one on her desk in front of the guest chair facing her own. Giorgia felt every pang sharpen for a moment as she gulped from the cold bottle. He had already broken her heart by choosing Emiliano – a father – once. He shouldn’t have been able to do it again but while Nemo still had her heart in his hands it was all too possible.
Water sloshed over the neck of the bottle as the phone on her desk rang. The first day she’d spent ‘on site’, so to speak, the desk sergeant had made it clear he wasn’t gonna play assistant for her. Given how little time she spent here in comparison to the DA’s office in Charlottesville that was fine with her. It was his voice on the line now though, polite in that way that left her suspecting Forbes was somewhere thereabouts.
”Ms Malloy. Michael Buckley is here to see you.”
Giorgia wiped her hand against the hip of her skirt, trying not to imagine Mikey bristling at the slip. At least Patera had no clue of her maiden name. She might have tried to carve away every other part of Pat from her life but her married name was some sort of shield still to hide behind. ”Send him through to my office, thank you.” She’d have asked him to hold her calls but she’d already blocked the time out on her office calendar. Busy. Trying to scare a man and his brother into leaving town.
Smoothing the wrinkles from the thighs of her skirt, Giorgia settled into the chair behind her desk moments before Mikey appeared in her office doorway. She stood again, immediately leaning across her desk to offer her hand. ”Mr Buckley. I’m glad you were able to make the meeting.” A dark brow arched as she studied him. The last time she’d been this close it had been at the house and she hadn’t even been old enough to hit high school. Time hadn’t exactly been unkind to him. ”Did your parole office tell you that this is just a formality? A welcome since we’re both new to town.” Like she’d planned on doing the same with every other parolee in her jurisdiction. |
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MIKEY BUCKLEY
Kanima
Posts: 143
Age:
41
Occupation:
Line Cook
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Mab Carmello
Played by:
Jodi
Broken isn’t the same as unfixable
Last seen Nov 12, 2024 16:41:49 GMT
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Post by MIKEY BUCKLEY on Jun 17, 2022 16:06:58 GMT
These meetings with his probation officer were bullshit. As if he was some kind of naughty school boy who needed checking up all the fucking time. Surely they’d realised by now that he wasn’t a danger to society Another box ticking exercise to partake in, but he kept his cool in every meeting. Smiling at the right moments, saying the right things. That sort of thing. Soon he’d be left to his own devices. Truly free from the justice system that kept him locked up for so long. A sigh rolled out of him when he reached a phone call to come into the station. They assured him there was nothing to be concerned about, but immediately his mind jumped to the evening with Mab. They’d committed a crime by breaking into somewhere, despite Mab promising time and time again he had nothing to worry about. He should have trusted his gut instinct and ditched her straight away. To make matters worse she was a witch. Here he was tangled up with someone supernatural, again. His anxiety eased a little once he spoke with Mab, who hadn't been invited down to the police station for a chat. They'd be kicking his door down if they wanted to arrest him. Perhaps it was something simple, like a new probation worker. After a year or so he was finally starting to tolerate his old probation worker. He even engaged in conversation sometimes about things like hobbies and what they were doing that weekend. General chit-chat stuff. Now he had to start all over again with a new one. Endure the small talk and standard questions that would be thrown at him. He felt as if his old probation looked past his crime and saw him for who he was. He would have to introduce himself to this new woman, who had already formed an opinion of him no doubt. One positive thing about Mystic Falls was that there weren’t many criminals living in the area. In the city, the probation officer’s door would be a revolving one, with no opportunity to get to know their parolees. Places like New York or Detroit where crime was forever increasing. Despite it being a positive Mikey didn't exactly see it like that. He’d rather have his name on a piece of paper with an unrecognizable face. It was how some of the inmates managed to sneak back into the criminal world undetected for so long. There was someone keeping tabs on them, but nothing solid. Here, Mikey couldn’t slip away. He arrived at the usual address, glancing up at the entrance before heading inside. He was getting bored of this place. He was a few minutes early, “Buckley.” He murmured to the woman behind the desk. She tapped away on her keyboard, before getting to her feet and disappearing into a room. Mikey didn’t bother sitting down but lingered near the water cooler in the corner reading all the posters stuck to the wall. He’d read them a thousand times before whilst waiting for his appointment. Some were stories about ex-criminals who had completely turned their life around with a cheesy shot of them. He has convinced some of them were stock photos. The others contained a long list of numbers to call if you needed help. It was all bullshit. The woman on reception emerged from one of the rooms, “Ms Malloy is ready to see you.”Mikey entered the office, closing the door gently behind him before his eyes fell on the stranger. She was easier on the eye compared to the last one. “Mikey.” It was clear he didn’t want to lean forward and shake the woman’s hand, but he did so anyway before sitting down in the chair across from her. “They were somewhat vague.” There were no cops in sight ready to arrest him, which was a relief. He wouldn’t necessarily class himself as new, considering he’d been there for a year now, but he certainly wasn’t one of the locals which was obvious sometimes. GIORGIA AGNELLI-MALLOY |
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GIORGIA AGNELLI-MALLOY
Werewolf
Posts: 58
Age:
33
Occupation:
District Attorney
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Nemo Agnelli
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Nov 10, 2024 18:32:32 GMT
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Post by GIORGIA AGNELLI-MALLOY on Jul 15, 2022 18:40:01 GMT
Prison had a way of stamping itself on people. They tended to emerge one of two ways – bloated by it, like every hard edge they’d had that had gotten them in there had ended up soft as the bulge of bellies straining at clothing that had fitted them the day they were taken into custody, or hardened by it. Most of Emiliano’s people were in the latter category. It was like their time behind bars, when she hadn’t been able to help them avoid it, boiled them down somehow, stripping away anything human that had been in them when they’d been sentenced to time in prison. Mikey had been in there longer than most, but Giorgia knew that Emiliano had failed to turn him into the murderous pet who was too cowed to bite back.
The man who stepped into her office didn’t fall into either camp. Mikey Buckley didn’t have that pale, doughy look to him – in fact there was a solidity to him that spoke of a healthiness most wouldn’t expect from twenty years spent in prison. Tan skin, hair still black, radiating manners that would have had Emiliano laughing. If you allowed yourself to be crushed far enough beneath his thumb all civilities were stripped away – despite the airs and graces her step-father, uncle, liked to paste on for the world to see.
Giorgia straightened up in her seat, feeling her stomach twist. Anybody who spent time around the real Emiliano could testify that the man was a monster. He was the nightmare under the bed, the beast side of a family who had once done everything possible to eradicate things like him. Now he was probably Mikey’s nightmare, lurking somewhere on the horizon, just waiting for the moment to swoop in and snatch back this new bound freedom. Legally she could do it for him, but she had no intention of getting Mikey and Chase out of Nemo’s hands by doing that. Emiliano was going to find his own way to get his choke chain back around Mikey’s neck.
Lips she’d bitten all her lipstick from hours before the meeting quirked into a faint smile. Friendly and professional. A voice of reason in a life that had probably had very little in it for a long time. ”Mikey,” she echoed. The name felt rusty in her throat. ”I should say it’s a pleasure, but I doubt you’d agree. I’m sorry I had to call you in.” A formality, a welcome, it wasn’t either really. In a few minutes he’d understand that and the questions and doubts would boil up.
She gestured to the bottle of water as she released his hand, encouraging him to help himself. Giorgia swallowed hard, forcing that pleasant mask to settle into place as she sat back in her own seat. Her fingers knotted on the desk though, the joints feeling brittle as twigs, like one squeeze too hard would snap them. ”Vague is what I’m hoping to avoid now.” She cleared her throat, forced her hands flat on the desk top. ”You’re not being transferred to another probation officer … that’s not who I am. I suppose I should have introduced myself as Assistant District Attorney Malloy.” Unlike him she didn’t offer up her first name. Giorgia was common enough, but she didn’t want to give Mikey the room to start putting too may pieces together.
Reaching aside, she slid a thin manila folder onto her plotter. Despite having read it dozens of times over in the years since she’d joined the DA’s office in New Orleans, Giorgia skimmed it again now. ”Your probation officer told me you’ve been the model probationer. Attending every meeting, filling in all the paperwork. Job seeking. Have you had any luck in that regard?” A job would be another tie here, another one that would have to be broken to send Mikey and his brother running for the hills.
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MIKEY BUCKLEY
Kanima
Posts: 143
Age:
41
Occupation:
Line Cook
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Mab Carmello
Played by:
Jodi
Broken isn’t the same as unfixable
Last seen Nov 12, 2024 16:41:49 GMT
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Post by MIKEY BUCKLEY on Aug 14, 2022 18:09:54 GMT
Just walking into the police station had the hairs on the back of his neck standing up as it stirred those difficult memories. There were no cuffs around his wrists and no police officer with a guiding hand on his shoulder this time. As he strolled through the front door his mind jumped back twenty years to when he arrived in the station after the botched armed robbery. The metal digging into his skin as he was taken to the front desk to be processed. They said a lot of words to him, all legal jargon he didn’t understand. He just wanted to go home. Back to his parents and brother, but he knew it would be a long time until he could go home. A few years maybe, but not twenty. He longed to hug his family just one last time to say goodbye, but even that wasn’t allowed. Most criminals rant on about how much they hate law enforcement, but Mikey never got involved with that conversation. Firstly, Chase was on that side of the fence now, but mainly it was his own actions that landed him in hot water. No one else. Some of the blame was shifted onto the gang but he knew what kind of life he was throwing himself in from the moment he joined them. It wasn’t some innocent little group of kids being a nuisance at the park, these people carried guns and didn’t hesitate before pulling the trigger. Mikey simply shrugged at her comment. Whatever she wanted to speak to him about a phone call wouldn’t suffice, apparently. He’d spent years communicating with loved ones via the telephone. A means of communication where it was easy to hide his emotions, especially when it came to his parents. He didn’t have to sit and witness the disappointment on their face every time they walked into the visitors room. Sometimes it was if his mom pretended he was just living a normal life elsewhere and they were having a weekly catch up on the phone until the receiver beeped to remind them their time was running out or if there was a commotion in the background, men yelling and officers yelling back. He could still hear the disappointment in their voice sometimes, but it was easier to process. Thankfully no new probation officer was being assigned to him and he could carry on his pointless small talk with his current one, but it didn’t fill him with hope that he had been invited to the station to speak with an assistant DA. Fuck, they must have found out what happened with Mab. “Nice to meet you.” He failed to fill his voice with any warmth and his tone was flat. They both knew he didn’t mean it, it was just a thing to say. A model probationer? If turning up to meetings on time and not breaking the law again made him a model probationer then fair enough. Although he doubted the town was filled with ex-criminals, leaving him wondering how many probationers they actually had. “Um, I’ve been picking up a few shifts at the diner. They need a cook.” Whilst his cooking skills weren't Michelin star standard, he knew his way around a kitchen. GIORGIA AGNELLI-MALLOY |
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GIORGIA AGNELLI-MALLOY
Werewolf
Posts: 58
Age:
33
Occupation:
District Attorney
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Nemo Agnelli
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Nov 10, 2024 18:32:32 GMT
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Post by GIORGIA AGNELLI-MALLOY on Aug 21, 2022 14:27:21 GMT
If Emiliano had continued to have his way Mikey Buckley would never have walked free of prison. He’d have spent the rest of his life on the other side of a set of bars, an invisible choke chain on his throat, making up for his crimes by forever doing just as the Agnellis asked (not that there was ever a chance of Mikey being able to turn them down when his master was tied to the family). As though Georgie hadn’t been in charge of his own downfall, he had screwed up in that bodega and had ended up in the ground for his screw up. Giorgia wouldn’t have admitted to it, but she didn’t believe that Mikey deserved twenty years locked up and playing at being an Agnelli avenging angel.
She studied the man sitting in front of her now, the one holding onto himself so hard under that grizzled surface. Being a kanima didn’t mean that he’d come through his twenty years in a cell without something being stamped on those muscle bound bones. Was Mikey Buckley a criminal in the strictest sense of the word? Yes. He had been involved in an armed robbery. Had he been the one to pull the trigger on the bullet that had ultimately killed the store owner? No. That didn’t mean he hadn’t painted his hands red with blood afterwards – all on Emiliano’s orders, orders he was powerless to resist.
Giorgia offered him a small indulgent smile at his shrug. He didn’t care about her apologies, just that he’d been forced through another dog and pony show. Dragged through a station in a way that probably wasn’t all that different to his first time through, although she hadn’t stamped his fingers in ink – all the better to match the prints he had left behind in the bodega, smudged in the blood of a man he’d kept alive – or snapped his photo. This was far more civil, although Mikey likely wouldn’t see how much more it was.
Oh, there were manners. Pressed on him by his brother perhaps? Or slowly ingrained in him as he realised he would never escape his cell without them. Giorgia wasn’t sure what the Buckleys had taught their sons growing up would have withstood his reformation under Agnelli hands. His tone was flat but the words where there all the same. Questions answered without fuss, although maybe that would come when she started to press those sore spots left by the Agnellis.
A small sound of surprise rose in her throat. Giorgia raised her brows like she was impressed, unknotting her hands to flip open the manilla folder, uncapping a pen to make her notes on the front page. ”Your PO didn’t tell me that. Is it new? That’s the diner on the square, isn’t it?” Pale eyes rose from the page to fix on him, narrowing faintly. Like she was trying to sift through the scant detail to find something to trip him up on. It was an easy enough fact to check, easier still to whisper in the owner’s ear that perhaps hiring a criminal was a mistake. Who knew when Mikey Buckley would charge through their front door with a shotgun in hand?
Continuing to stare at him, Giorgia flipped over another page. Photos from the bodega, Georgie’s body sprawled across the blood stained tile, the car visible just outside with another figure sitting in it. The one the police had never identified and brought in. A threat always held over Mikey’s head, another shackle to guarantee he never fought too hard to escape their grip. She tapped a fingertip lightly against it before glancing down as though she hadn’t noticed. ”You’re staying out of trouble too, it would seem. I guess it’s easier with a brother in law enforcement, hmm? Especially here, well away from your former friends. You’ve had no association with the Agnelli family since you left prison?” Oh, Giorgia knew he didn’t think he had, the Buckleys believed they’d made a clean break, but she suspected it was a very different story. Roxxi was here and something with that vibrated hard enough with her to leave her feeling sick with it.
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MIKEY BUCKLEY
Kanima
Posts: 143
Age:
41
Occupation:
Line Cook
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Mab Carmello
Played by:
Jodi
Broken isn’t the same as unfixable
Last seen Nov 12, 2024 16:41:49 GMT
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Post by MIKEY BUCKLEY on Aug 29, 2022 14:41:20 GMT
At least when he was whisked away in a cop car and locked up immediately after the robbery he was completely deprived of any type of media. He didn’t read the articles published in the papers the weeks following the murder, nor did he read what the papers wrote about him and his family. Sadly, Chase and his parents couldn’t avoid it. Neighbours whispering behind their back or locals staring at them whilst they were trying to do their weekly shop. His parents were known as the ones who raised a criminal, which was never true. They tried their damn best with Mikey, as it was clear he wasn’t setting himself up for success. At least Chase didn’t fuck up though. Their one saving grace so they weren’t left with the idea that they had completely failed as parents. The prison system was a few years behind when it came to technology but soon enough they had computers, but a guard watching over their shoulder, monitoring every single tap on the keyboard so Mikey wasn’t able to Google anything about himself. The curiosity never faded either and once he was released he was able to punch his name into that little search box freely, just like Roxxi did. He still couldn’t understand why she felt the need to do so. Chase didn’t exactly give off red flags, but maybe Mikey did. He probably read the same articles Roxxi did and fuck some of them were damming. He finally brought himself to Google the store owner, although he was hit with immediate regret. A family man leaving behind two children. It was their job to ask questions, but he hated it. Why this, why that, what’s this, what’s that. They were never ending, but Mikey couldn’t tell the woman to mind her own business. His business was her business. Just another rule forced on him when he was released. Sometimes it felt like he couldn’t take a shit without informing his probation officer, but at least there wasn’t an officer watching from his cell door. He hadn’t earned true freedom, yet. Sometimes it felt like he never would. “Yep. The diner on the square. I started last week.” He was on probation, which was kind of ironic. Double probation. The owner didn’t seem overly fazed when Mikey announced he was an ex-criminal who served twenty years. Most business owners he had spoken with so far lied through their teeth, insisting they would be in touch if there were any jobs going (even if there was a huge fucking sign in the window advertising a position), but Kace offered him a lifeline. He watched as she carried on flicking through his file, which was wide open for him to see. Mikey felt a lurch in his stomach as his heart skipped a beat. Georgie’s body, surrounded by blood. He kept his cool though, refusing to shy away from the photos. Did she want him to look at them? Some weird fucking power trip? Then she mentioned the Agnelli family. “I’ve had no contact with them since I left prison.” Maybe he should have thrown his cell phone down on the table for her to look through it too, just to be sure. “I just wanna start fresh, y’know… ain’t gonna end up associating with those sort of… friends again.” His voice was stained as he referred to the Agnelli family as friends. They were far from that, rather just a scumbag family happy to screw over anyone who didn’t share their blood. GIORGIA AGNELLI-MALLOY |
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GIORGIA AGNELLI-MALLOY
Werewolf
Posts: 58
Age:
33
Occupation:
District Attorney
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Nemo Agnelli
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Nov 10, 2024 18:32:32 GMT
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Post by GIORGIA AGNELLI-MALLOY on Sept 12, 2022 22:34:40 GMT
Freedom had been a strange thought when she’d driven away from New Orleans. It had been with just a few small pieces of her life packed up in the car – and a not much bigger portion being carried by a moving company – but it had felt like somehow she’d lightened some burden from herself. Giorgia had watched in the rear view mirror, waiting to see if Emiliano reached out from the city, some dark giant hand swooping down to pluck her from the vehicle. Roxxi had been the only one of them to run, practically chewing her arm off at the wrist to make sure that she could remain free of the trap their mom had put them in when she’d married her own brother-in-law. Giorgia doubted lightning would strike twice. She wouldn’t be free, no matter how much she liked to believe she was.
The tether was around her wrist as she sat in front of Mikey. Thinner maybe, but not enough to snap yet. Maybe if she could get the Buckleys free of the other end of it, she could slip that loose loop around Nemo’s wrist and show him that the only thing in this town for him was the one thing he’d set aside for him.
Giorgia.
It echoed in Emiliano’s voice, left that shiver running down her spine before it repeated in Nemo’s croak. Why was she doing this? Why was she trying to get what he wanted so badly out of town? Because they had hurt him enough, ruining that face that had haunted her dreams even after it was Patrick’s bed she lay in. Her husband’s arm banded tight around her stomach, his stubble scratching the back of her neck in the morning, the phantom impression of Nemo’s lips on hers and the cool touch of those long fingers imagined wrapped around hers. Gum scented breath and a smile that could light up the room even without his magic. Her moon.
He had been her anchor, getting her through that first full moon. Waking up to him the morning after leaving that small sob bubbling up almost painfully in her chest, relief lodged under her diaphragm. The one tie that actually mattered. If he had turned to her, gone with her, then he would have been the only one forever. Nemo had cut it though. Now her judgment and determination to free him were the scissors that could cut Mikey free of the ties she hadn’t expected him to have here outside of Chase.
Giorgia swallowed hard, frowning back down at the page before she underlined the word ‘diner’ on the page. A little pressure and the thread was fraying perhaps. Invisible to the eye at the moment, but the pressure of the blades right there. Her face went mask like again as she looked up. ”And you informed them of your criminal history? I can’t imagine many people would want the risk of having someone who robbed a business, not so different to theirs, working for them. Easy access to the cash register, inside knowledge of how they handle things, their security…” The temptation, although it had never really been Mikey’s in the first place. Georgie had been the mastermind there, proving himself – a coglione.
She hadn’t seen the photos herself, not until she’d joined the DA’s office and the files had suddenly been right there at her fingertips. It had come as no surprise that Georgie had been a big enough fuck up to end up bleeding out on a stained tile floor, the weapon he’d used on the owner still clutched in his hand. Now they left Giorgia feeling sick. Was this what it had looked like when Chase had been done with Nemo’s face – if it had been the decorated detective who had done it?
Sick. She was going to be sick before they got through this. A glance up showed that perhaps Mikey would be too. She heard the twitch in his heartbeat, not so different to hers. Mikey didn’t shy away though, not the way she imagined he might, the way she would have done. One dark brow rose as she looked up, glad for the image to be out of even her peripheral view. ”But in prison you were still a member of the Agnelli gang?” As though that were a surprise to anybody. Alliances in prison might switch, but the guards always knew who was swayed which way. ”A noble thought. You realise how high the recidivism statistics are though? With your family – sorry, you and your brother – so close to New Orleans, are you not worried that the Agnellis will try and bring you back into the fold?” Oh she bet it would keep Mikey up at night, at least it would tonight.
Giorgia flipped to another page. The report was faked, almost based off of her meeting with Nemo in the grocery store. A known Agnelli associated spotted in town. Chances were it wasn’t for expansion, but a matter of family business. ”There are forty-eight other states out there to pick from … why Mystic Falls? Why not head all the way to California and make sure you’re beyond reach?” Because of Chase. The one part of Mikey’s family that hadn’t quit on him and now she was trying to have both of them scurrying from this town like rats – although Roxxi would have said the only rat was sitting there high and mighty in her tailored suit and spike thin heels, believing she was something better than the plague carrying bitch she actually was.
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MIKEY BUCKLEY
Kanima
Posts: 143
Age:
41
Occupation:
Line Cook
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Mab Carmello
Played by:
Jodi
Broken isn’t the same as unfixable
Last seen Nov 12, 2024 16:41:49 GMT
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Post by MIKEY BUCKLEY on Oct 3, 2022 13:59:41 GMT
Sometimes it felt like he wasn’t living his life at all, but he was merely surviving. A large part of that survival was ensuring he was constantly behaving as a law-abiding citizen. No fuck ups. A rule he hadn’t fully stuck to, though he wasn’t wholly to blame for that. Mab lied to him and he was an idiot for believing her. It was typical that the two women he decided to associate with turned out to be liars. Well, Roxxi hadn’t technically lied to Chase about anything because no questions had been asked, but she was hiding the truth from him. It was only a matter of time before Mikey would snap and reveal the truth. He wasn’t sure if it was better coming from him or Roxxi. Either way, the blow was going to sting for a while. Mikey wanted to rip the bandaid off that morning in the kitchen, but Roxxi wasn’t keen. She made him promise he would keep quiet, for now. Another question was thrown at him, but he didn’t appreciate Ms Malloy’s comments attached to the end of her question. He frowned a little, “Of course, why wouldn’t I?” Why risk it? He’d rather be turned down for a job than sacked for lying. “People change. I did my time.” His voice was flat and to the point. She was part of a system that told him jail would be a chance for him to be rehabilitated. To become a better person. It wasn’t just about punishment, but making sure he wouldn’t commit the same crime again. He’d had twenty long fucking years to make sure he wouldn’t rob a store again, so why would he make the same mistake again only a year after being released? Deep down inside he wasn’t a hardened criminal who was born to be locked up behind bars. Some of the officers noticed that about Mikey. Some of the men inside were going to be in and out of jail their entire life because they were bad people, but Mikey wasn’t one of those men. Pushing all the bullshit rehabilitation and reformation aside, he wasn’t going to bring shame to his family. Again. This was Chase’s home now and he didn’t need Mikey tarnishing the Buckley name. Again. To some people, Mikey would always be a criminal. An armed robber. The most frustrating part was he didn’t give a fuck about the money which lay in the cash register that evening. All he cared about was Chase, who was sitting in the back of the car outside, waiting for his older brother to come and save him, but Mikey failed him. Again. The meeting was taking a different turn than what Mikey was expecting. It felt like some kind of integration, similar to the type of interview he went through with the parole board. “I spoke with them on occasion.” He wasn’t going to outwardly admit that he was still part of their gang because it wasn’t through choice. He tried to pry himself away from the Agnelli's, but they had eyes everywhere. It was easier to join them than fight them because there was a 100% chance Mikey would have lost. He wouldn’t have walked away with a black eye or a busted lip, he would have been carried out in a wooden box. He could feel the heat in his cheeks rise a little, his heart thumping a little faster. He was getting frustrated with this woman. “Encouragin’ words. Thank you… but no I’m not worried the Agenllis will try and bring me into the fold.” A complete lie. It was something that had been gnawing away at him since he arrived in Mystic Falls. If it was his probation worker sitting in front of him he may have been a little more honest with her, but Ms Malloy hadn’t earned his trust. In fact, with each passing comment, he was more and more convinced that she wasn’t to be trusted. Now the questions were getting pointless. She knew why he’d moved to Mystic Falls. It was written in his file in plain English. “My brother lives here.” He was finding it difficult to keep calm as he shuffled slightly in the seat. “Why am I here? Talkin’ to you?” The person who called him to come into the station was vague as to why and now this woman was as well. GIORGIA AGNELLI-MALLOY |
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GIORGIA AGNELLI-MALLOY
Werewolf
Posts: 58
Age:
33
Occupation:
District Attorney
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Nemo Agnelli
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Nov 10, 2024 18:32:32 GMT
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Post by GIORGIA AGNELLI-MALLOY on Oct 24, 2022 18:55:51 GMT
Left to his own devices, kept clear of Emiliano’s reach, Mikey Buckley would have done his five years and escaped jail like he should’ve done. Maybe he wouldn’t have had to serve any time at all, but Emiliano wouldn’t let the man he blamed for his son’s death go so easily. Saint Mikey, as it seemed he was now trying to be, wasn’t going to just walk away. Georgie was in the ground and that meant they had to get their pay back one drop of blood at a time. Keep the leash around Mikey’s neck and his little brother wouldn’t fight too hard to take the rest of them down. Only Mikey had slipped out – admittedly without DA Malloy fighting too hard to keep him there – and Chase …
Her fingertips ached as she curled her fingers into her palms, claws fighting to emerge and let the sudden burst of hatred towards the man out in a rain of blood. She still couldn’t see the detective destroying the face of a boy he’d once played alongside, but Nemo had never lied to her before. He was sure and she knew that Roxxi’s claws were already in him, that was enough to have her imagining Chase’s face twisting with anger as he beat Nemo bloody. No werewolf healing for him, just the lingering scarlet lines of violence that twisted her stomach.
In this form there was no sign that Mikey had ever done the same, but the snake was always a snake in some way. He had killed for Emiliano in jail. If he chose to now he could rake his claws across her throat, taking his own revenge back, destroying the new found sainthood in one swipe.
Giorgia gave a tight little smile, tilting her head as though she doubted Mikey’s answer. A low hum vibrated in her throat. He wouldn’t have been the first man to try lying in an attempt at building a new life, he wouldn’t have been the first to take the chances given to him to just throw them back in the faces of those that trusted him either. That wasn’t Mikey though, she could hear it in his voice and that made it all the harder to lay on the guilt. ”I couldn’t blame you for wanting to hide your past when you’re trying for a fresh start. They look at you with doubt when they know, don’t they?” One dark brow hitched at him, a little more smug pumped into the smile as that bitter taste rushed up her throat. They had all changed, all thanks to him.
Il re degli scarafaggi.
Had Emiliano seen his son as Georgie appeared in these photos? She’d been too young to know exactly what had happened that night, but the official side of it was right there in black and white to turn her stomach now. ”They let you go, just like that?” There was a trace of mocking in her voice. She knew it hadn’t been like that at all, if not for Emiliano’s inside man dying, Mikey would still be there. ”You’re welcome. I thought it was in for life with gangs, no way out except for in a pine box.” Her finger drummed lightly on the photo she refused to look at. Georgie’s casket had been far fancier, the funeral an excuse for pomp and circumstance, with Emiliano acting the grieving father. Even now he could turn it on like a faucet. She saw right through it, and always would now. She could only hope that one day Nemo would too, finally realising what sort of a father Emiliano hadn’t been to him.
There it was. Giorgia smiled at the shift in Mikey’s demeanour. Telling her plain enough that Chase was the one tie he had here, starting to finally grow tired of this, suspicious perhaps. ”I told you,” she said coolly. ”This is just a getting to know you … although I think I’ve probably gotten as much from your file as I have from you, Mikey.” Perhaps as much as she needed altogether. Rattle the bars, scare the former inmate and perhaps he would take his brother with him when he bolted. ”Just one last thing …” The smile was guileful now, edged with an innocence instead of the wolfishness that would’ve been there if this hadn’t been her life, her heart caught in the wringer. ”What would you do if you became aware that Agnelli gang members were in town? There’s no one right answer to this.” Oh, but there was. Any parolee would be duty bound to report it, any Buckley worth their right mind would say fuck the court and run … as they should have done already.
Tagged: MIKEY BUCKLEY (wrap with yours?) * Word Count: 791 Translation: King of the Cockroaches |
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MIKEY BUCKLEY
Kanima
Posts: 143
Age:
41
Occupation:
Line Cook
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Mab Carmello
Played by:
Jodi
Broken isn’t the same as unfixable
Last seen Nov 12, 2024 16:41:49 GMT
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Post by MIKEY BUCKLEY on Nov 20, 2022 12:51:26 GMT
Irritation was setting in hard with this woman. He didn’t like her tone, the way she spoke or her suggestions. She doubted his answer, it was written all over her face. “Mystic Diner. Kace Clarke is the owner. Give him a call if ya want. I have the number in my cell.” The telephone was sitting right there on her desk, the receiver within arms reach. His patience was reaching paper thin by this point. He hadn’t felt he hadn’t been invited in for some friendly chat, but to be poked at until he snapped. “What do you think?” Yes, obviously people looked at him with doubt when he told the truth, some with a mixture of fear. She knew that, he knew that. His eyes flickered over to the clock on the wall. This woman was wasting his fucking time. He held back the sigh that was trying to force its way out. “Yes.” No of course they fucking didn’t. Again, she knew that, he knew that. No one simply left the gang unscathed. Once the Agnellis dug their claws into your skin you were as good as dead. Mikey had been offered a path of escape and he sprinted down it as fast as he could, not looking back. If they found him there would be a pine box waiting for him though. In fact, they wouldn’t even offer him a box instead they would just dig a hole in the ground and push him inside. But he was safe in Mystic Falls, right? He doubted his safety as soon as he arrived, but even more so now. Canada was only a short car ride away or maybe he could make his way down into Central America, where he could live out his days under another identity. This wasn’t some getting to know session, the woman was trying to push his buttons. His patience was threatening to break under her pressure with each passing comment or snarky question. “My file tells you everything you need to know about me.” There were two sides to every story. The story in his file and the one told by Mikey, but he had no intention of relaying his version to Ms Malloy, plus it didn’t erase that he was still guilty of a crime. Then there it was. She’d pushed the final button with her question. The truth was, he’d pack his suitcase and head to the nearest border to get the fuck out of America, but that was the wrong answer. “Nothing. Like I said, I’m out of the gang now.” The anxiety was nibbling away at him slowly as he started to consider the idea one of the members could be in Mystic Falls, but surely they would have pounced by now? Mikey’s eyes darted up toward the clock again, “I have work in fifteen minutes so I gotta go.” He got to his feet, pushing his hands deep into his jeans pockets, refusing to offer a hand to her for a goodbye handshake. “It was nice meeting ya.” Another lie rolling off his tongue. He was hoping to never speak to Ms Malloy again. He offered her a tight smile before turning around and leaving the office. The question about the Agnellis plagued his mind for the rest of the day, but mainly why the hell was she asking him that? GIORGIA AGNELLI-MALLOY - da end |
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