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Post by Nathalia Webb on Oct 11, 2009 22:40:04 GMT -5
"He can charm the pants off a girl," Nathalia added, giving Damon a friendly smile. If she knew anything about Marcello, she kept it quiet. He was a good customer to her, and she had a bartender's confidentiality agreement, after all, even if it was only in her head.
"Can I get either of you another drink?"
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Post by Marcello Santino on Oct 15, 2009 1:06:15 GMT -5
Marcello listened intently as Damon talked. Yes, he had no specific talent, not one area at expertiese, but a lot of things that he claimed he was good at. The part about being able to persuade people if need be intrigued Marcello. Talking his way out of trouble would be expecially useful to have in Marcello's line of work as well.
"I see," Marcello said. He turned back to face Nathalia with a smile. "You think you could get me one of those Angry French-or-whatevers, this boy made up?" Marcello asked her, generally letting his curiousity get the better of him for a moment. As Nathalia walked away, Marcello turned back toward Damon.
"I think I can help you in your job search," he said, "That is, if your interested."
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Post by Damon Dearborn on Nov 28, 2009 17:27:14 GMT -5
Damon took another sip from his drink, then turned to face the man, surveying him quietly. There was definitely an air about the man that demanded respect. He was not a man to be trifled with. He could be charming and likeable when the situation called for it, but there was also something in the way he carried himself that suggested an ability to be ruthless if needed.
But curiosity always did him in, and this time was no exception. "I'm interested," he said, leaning back and trying to look cool. "What kind of job?"
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Post by Marcello Santino on Dec 5, 2009 13:47:30 GMT -5
Marcello smiled. Hooked he thought to himself smugly. "I run a business," He said plainly. "A business of questionable nature, but a business all the same," He smiled. He wasn't going to just go out and say he ran a mob, if they boy couldn't figure it out on his own then Marcello would have to take back his offer.
"Hours are minimal, You work when I need you too. You look like a kid who enjoys his free time, am I correct?" Marcello smiled.
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Post by Nathalia Webb on Dec 5, 2009 16:08:32 GMT -5
Because she liked Marcello, Nathalia pretended to be ignorant of what was going on, and she left them both alone for a few moments, taking her time making two more "Angry Frenchmen."
When she came back, she gave them both a smile, setting their drinks in front of them, and she gave Damon a sort of sympathetic look. Offers you can't refuse and all of that. Marcello was a good enough guy- to her, anyway- but she hated to see anyone get mixed up in something like this. Still, she said nothing.
"I'll be around if either of you need anything."
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Post by Damon Dearborn on Dec 14, 2009 22:08:41 GMT -5
Poor Damon had no clue what he was getting into. But he was undeniably intrigued. Marcello was saying the magic words for him--hours are minimal and free time. Oh, yes... this had potential.
"Yes, I do enjoy my leisure time," Damon replied coolly, sipping on his Angry Frenchman. At the moment, he thought himself quite smooth. "Just how questionable is the business, if you don't mind me asking. I'm not interested in siding with.... He Who Must Not Be Named, if you know what I mean."
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Post by Marcello Santino on Dec 21, 2009 0:42:01 GMT -5
Marcello chuckled a little. "Oh no boy, nothing THAT questionable," Marcello had no interest in anything to do with this you know who fella. In his opinion, what he did was necessity to business, what Voldemort did was cruel and wrong.
"You would be involved with simple stuff at first, to see if I can trust you and all," Trust, in a family and in a mob, was highly important. "deliveries and such, I'd send you with one of my other men at first," probably Ryder or Declin. "What do you say?" He took the drink of the counter but didn't drink it, eyeing it carefully before looking at Damon.
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Post by Damon Dearborn on Dec 28, 2009 23:44:43 GMT -5
Damon relaxed visibly when he was assured that Voldemort was not involved. He was feeling enough pressure to become a death eater from his older brothers, and he most certainly didn't need to hear it from some random stranger, no matter how dignified he might be. But as far as "shady" dealings were concerned, Damon didn't mind that. In his youth and naivety, that sort of thing sounded exciting and dangerous. Much better than tending bar or waiting tables.
"OK," he said. "I'm interested."
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Post by Marcello Santino on Jun 7, 2010 0:25:29 GMT -5
(I was kind of going to end it here, i wanted to PM Ryder to see if he'd go on a "mission" with Damon and Declin, but Jamie's never here.....)
Marcello grined at Damon. He liked that this kid was eager to begin and up to it even after the extreme lack of detail that Marcello let on. He sipped from his drink and then reached into his pocket, pulling out a piece of paper and tapping it with his wand.
"Just come to this address when it shows up," Marcello said. he had charmed the slip of paper to only show his address when he was ready for Damon to come by the house. "We'll be in touch." and with that, he downed his drink and raised his glass to Nathalia, leaving her a tip along with the money for his drink. "Evening." and he was out the door.
Well that was a successful evening.
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Post by Damon Dearborn on Jun 12, 2010 21:23:39 GMT -5
Damon stared down at the blank piece of paper for a moment, then looked back up at the retreating form of the man who had, apparently, just hired him. For what, Damon was blissfully ignorant. And he probably should have been considerably more suspicious, especially given that he would apparently be "summoned" by a charmed piece of paper when he was needed. Just what kind of job was this, anyway?
He shrugged and turned back to Nathalia. "Well, that was interesting," he commented. "So, hey, now that I'm apparently about to be gainfully employed, maybe soon I'll be able to move out of my parents' house. Do you think maybe then you'll go out with me?"
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