It wasn’t till Arch turned on the radio and Karia relaxed that she realized she had been white knuckling the door handle. She closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths, her anger waining a bit and her skin beginning to cool. As Arch spoke she shook her head, her eyes opening slowly now.
“I am not even sure those were guys.”
“Humanoid at least” Karl had turned himself and was now peering out the back window, clearly being the look out. As Arch continued to speak Karl jerked and pushed his head towards the front. “You saw they arrive?”
Karia groaned a bit, not really in the mood for ghosts. Death made people a bit…odd. “Karl move your head, your opaque not clear.”
“My bad” As he leaned back again Karia looked at the handsome boy who had helped her and was now driving her home.
“Home yes…well I am not from here. Just get on the interstate.”
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Concetta had been sitting on the train for what seemed like ages, even sleeping the night in the personal cabin she had purchased for herself. The trains where the best way to travel the country but it was not particularly fast and only marginally comfortable with so many people in one spot. She could have bought a luxury cabin in which she would have been alone and comfortable, a separate bed and wash basin to keep her face clean and a mirror to keep her hair in place, but she was not one to spend money needlessly. Her childhood d had been difficult. They had been hungry often and the only thing that had kept her warm at night in the Depression had been her sister. It was a life that made frivolities seem stupid, even wasteful, and even after becoming employed by Mr. Frank Concetta had not spent much of her paycheck on herself but instead in helping her parents. She had enabled them to afford a nicer apartment in Little Italy, one where bugs did not cover the floor at night and the wind did not slip in the cracks to chill their flesh.
As she prepared for her train to arrive Concetta made her way to the powder room where she checked her hair, smoothing the waves and curls back into place of her up-do. Her dress was a bright blue cotton number that flair from the waist to her knees she her stockings could be seen slipping into her practical blue shoes. She was not sure what she would be expected to dress like in her new job but figured that was suitable enough, even if it was not very fancy.
As the train began to drag and pull Concetta knew it was stopping and quickly made her way to where her bags waited. Two suitcases sat just above her seat, not particularly full but containing all of her personal belongings. As she reached a man stepped forward and spoke softly.
“Ma’am may I get those for you?”
Concetta turned her head and saw the tall, dark man and nodded. “Why yes please.” Her voice was crisp and somewhat chipper, a thing one would expect from such a sharp face, smooth as ivory with a soft tan and sharp cheek bones about soft red lips. The man grabbed both bags and set them onto a small cart and followed Concetta as she stepped out and looked about.
“Looking for family?”
She nodded. “My sister.” Her voice held only a soft New York accent, no Italian audible at the moment. It was a thing she had learned to hide when necessary, cover up her heritage to keep safe from hatred. As Concetta looked about she scanned the crowd before seeing her, Abigail leaned against a wall, and suddenly she was running and letting her Italian heritage fly.
“Abigail mia luce! Ti ho perso mia sorella! Mio caro!”
As she prepared for her train to arrive Concetta made her way to the powder room where she checked her hair, smoothing the waves and curls back into place of her up-do. Her dress was a bright blue cotton number that flair from the waist to her knees she her stockings could be seen slipping into her practical blue shoes. She was not sure what she would be expected to dress like in her new job but figured that was suitable enough, even if it was not very fancy.
As the train began to drag and pull Concetta knew it was stopping and quickly made her way to where her bags waited. Two suitcases sat just above her seat, not particularly full but containing all of her personal belongings. As she reached a man stepped forward and spoke softly.
“Ma’am may I get those for you?”
Concetta turned her head and saw the tall, dark man and nodded. “Why yes please.” Her voice was crisp and somewhat chipper, a thing one would expect from such a sharp face, smooth as ivory with a soft tan and sharp cheek bones about soft red lips. The man grabbed both bags and set them onto a small cart and followed Concetta as she stepped out and looked about.
“Looking for family?”
She nodded. “My sister.” Her voice held only a soft New York accent, no Italian audible at the moment. It was a thing she had learned to hide when necessary, cover up her heritage to keep safe from hatred. As Concetta looked about she scanned the crowd before seeing her, Abigail leaned against a wall, and suddenly she was running and letting her Italian heritage fly.
“Abigail mia luce! Ti ho perso mia sorella! Mio caro!”
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(Still working on it)
Name: Concetta Arabella Zorzio
Age:25
Appearance:
Ring: N/A
Position: Consig
Weapons: .380 Mauser HSc
History: Concetta was born in Florence Italy to the daughter of a poor farmer, Gianna, and her new husband Luciano, the owner of a grocery store. The pair was happy with their simple life and small family, which included Gianna’s daughter from a different relationship. Things began to become difficult when a chain store built in the village to offer lower prices and drove Luciano’s business down, almost bankrupting the couple. It was then that Concetta’s father died and with two small children the couple decided it was best if they left, selling the land and moving to America.
It was here, in New York City, that the couple settled down and Luciano got a job in a factory working long hour before he could finally open another grocery store, focusing in Italian ingredients. Things seemed to be looking up, until the stock market crashed in 1929 and the family was plummeted into poverty. The American dream they had heard of was now a nightmare where they scrambled for food and Luciano traded food for goods and services just to keep the community from starving, even opening up the 2nd bedroom to a homeless family. Many Italians struggled through the depression with no employment because of hatred of the racialized immigrants. In the quickly degrading economic situation Conectta was needed as much as her parents to earn income and so started to do odd jobs after school that her mother demanded she and her sister continue with despite the family’s need.
Concetta managed to finish high school with high marks and received a full scholarship to the university, a rarity for a woman, and so earned a degree in business before going to work for a family friend Freddie DeMarco who owned several businesses in Little Italy and a disconcerting reputation. After a few years Concetta received a message from her sister to take up an opening in Miami and took it, glad to be with her sister again.
Name: Concetta Arabella Zorzio
Age:25
Appearance:
Ring: N/A
Position: Consig
Weapons: .380 Mauser HSc
History: Concetta was born in Florence Italy to the daughter of a poor farmer, Gianna, and her new husband Luciano, the owner of a grocery store. The pair was happy with their simple life and small family, which included Gianna’s daughter from a different relationship. Things began to become difficult when a chain store built in the village to offer lower prices and drove Luciano’s business down, almost bankrupting the couple. It was then that Concetta’s father died and with two small children the couple decided it was best if they left, selling the land and moving to America.
It was here, in New York City, that the couple settled down and Luciano got a job in a factory working long hour before he could finally open another grocery store, focusing in Italian ingredients. Things seemed to be looking up, until the stock market crashed in 1929 and the family was plummeted into poverty. The American dream they had heard of was now a nightmare where they scrambled for food and Luciano traded food for goods and services just to keep the community from starving, even opening up the 2nd bedroom to a homeless family. Many Italians struggled through the depression with no employment because of hatred of the racialized immigrants. In the quickly degrading economic situation Conectta was needed as much as her parents to earn income and so started to do odd jobs after school that her mother demanded she and her sister continue with despite the family’s need.
Concetta managed to finish high school with high marks and received a full scholarship to the university, a rarity for a woman, and so earned a degree in business before going to work for a family friend Freddie DeMarco who owned several businesses in Little Italy and a disconcerting reputation. After a few years Concetta received a message from her sister to take up an opening in Miami and took it, glad to be with her sister again.
Karis ran with the boy, coming to a sudden stop as he reached his truck and unlocked it. She pulled open the side door and slipped before shutting it behind herself as Karl jumped thought the closed back window to land in the rather small backyard. Karis looked down to see the tall ghost’s knees jut from the center seat, being to large of a person in life to have fit but now taking advantage of his shifting body solidity. “He is in.” She buckled in as Arch made his way in; she was ready to be gone.
As he drove away she calmed her nerves and thought for a bit. “We…I need to get home.” Her mother had been ademate about coming home in any emergency…ANY. Now she wondered if her mother had been worried about this. Did she know something? “Oh and I am Karis…um Karl is in the backseat. She was unsure about admitting she saw a person he did not; her ‘gift’ had always been hidden. He could have thought her crazy…if it weren’t for the floating stick that had been bashing those things before.
“Karl are you sure you want to come?” She looked into the review mirror.
“Yes, I will go when you are safe.”
She smiled and nodded at him, looking over at Arch and shrugging.
As he drove away she calmed her nerves and thought for a bit. “We…I need to get home.” Her mother had been ademate about coming home in any emergency…ANY. Now she wondered if her mother had been worried about this. Did she know something? “Oh and I am Karis…um Karl is in the backseat. She was unsure about admitting she saw a person he did not; her ‘gift’ had always been hidden. He could have thought her crazy…if it weren’t for the floating stick that had been bashing those things before.
“Karl are you sure you want to come?” She looked into the review mirror.
“Yes, I will go when you are safe.”
She smiled and nodded at him, looking over at Arch and shrugging.
Im in. Techi
Vitrlese
As Lina was gone, picking up their important package, Vitralese stood silently since no one felt the need to greet her. She was not one who often interacted. Of course most of the reason was that she was not allowed to or capable of doing so as her father had kept her under lock and key for a very long time. Now that she had a chance to greet her siblings she felt uncomfortable and awkward, stuck standing next to her horse and looking off into the distance where Lina had disappeared. As she returned Vitra smiled and turned her horse about before hoping atop the stallion, setting herself sidesaddle in her heavy elegant dress.
As her sister made her way to her side she spoke to her, her voice both soft and crackled from lack of use. “We should all attain steeds; our progress will be slowed else wise.”
Lina nodded and looked back toward the eastern border of the camp. "You're right, however I know there are several of us with power that will not allow the horse to carry us. He would revolt to say the least. I will gather a few of them and those that can ride, will. The rest will have to move in whatever form or fashion they can to ensure that we keep up a steady pace."
Vitra kicked her horse forward and moved slowly next to her only full sibling. “When do you plan to camp?” She looked behind her, where the others were, before looking back to her sister in the darkness of night.
Lina enjoyed the sound of the leaves crunching under her feet, the reminder that fall was almost over and winter would soon be there almost gave her a sense of purpose. "The next town is only seven hours travel from here, so we can stop there for rest and food. I think traveling by night might be the best way for us to remain safe. Father will provide shadows, but I still prefer to be careful."
Vitra nodded. She was not pleased of the idea of traveling in the light of day but if it was necessary than she didn’t much have a choice. She watched as Lina held her package gingerly, noticing how her stance gave away a bit of stress. “Should I?” She spoke as she nodded softly to the bagged item.
Lina followed her gaze and felt a flutter in her heart. Would it put her sister in danger to hold it? Surely their father would protect Vitra no matter what. "I'd be grateful if you did." She took out the cup and reached up to give it to her sister.
Vitra grasped the cup and brought it close, tucking into the folds of her cloak and securing it. “Let us get into some trouble now.” She looked out of the corner of her eye and grinned, pleased to be free for a bit.
As Lina was gone, picking up their important package, Vitralese stood silently since no one felt the need to greet her. She was not one who often interacted. Of course most of the reason was that she was not allowed to or capable of doing so as her father had kept her under lock and key for a very long time. Now that she had a chance to greet her siblings she felt uncomfortable and awkward, stuck standing next to her horse and looking off into the distance where Lina had disappeared. As she returned Vitra smiled and turned her horse about before hoping atop the stallion, setting herself sidesaddle in her heavy elegant dress.
As her sister made her way to her side she spoke to her, her voice both soft and crackled from lack of use. “We should all attain steeds; our progress will be slowed else wise.”
Lina nodded and looked back toward the eastern border of the camp. "You're right, however I know there are several of us with power that will not allow the horse to carry us. He would revolt to say the least. I will gather a few of them and those that can ride, will. The rest will have to move in whatever form or fashion they can to ensure that we keep up a steady pace."
Vitra kicked her horse forward and moved slowly next to her only full sibling. “When do you plan to camp?” She looked behind her, where the others were, before looking back to her sister in the darkness of night.
Lina enjoyed the sound of the leaves crunching under her feet, the reminder that fall was almost over and winter would soon be there almost gave her a sense of purpose. "The next town is only seven hours travel from here, so we can stop there for rest and food. I think traveling by night might be the best way for us to remain safe. Father will provide shadows, but I still prefer to be careful."
Vitra nodded. She was not pleased of the idea of traveling in the light of day but if it was necessary than she didn’t much have a choice. She watched as Lina held her package gingerly, noticing how her stance gave away a bit of stress. “Should I?” She spoke as she nodded softly to the bagged item.
Lina followed her gaze and felt a flutter in her heart. Would it put her sister in danger to hold it? Surely their father would protect Vitra no matter what. "I'd be grateful if you did." She took out the cup and reached up to give it to her sister.
Vitra grasped the cup and brought it close, tucking into the folds of her cloak and securing it. “Let us get into some trouble now.” She looked out of the corner of her eye and grinned, pleased to be free for a bit.
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