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Lucy Avellino
Post Script
Tue Mar 1, 2005 18:13
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“Hey, Luce?” Waiting to gain her attention at a red light, Caleb quirked a brow at her curiously. “Why does Jackie call you princess? Hell, you do it to yourself too!” The lad seemed genuinely confused. That was ok. He'd get to stay confused, at least until there was ever a time she could unconfuse him with permission. Get it? Got it? Good.

"Lucy. LUCY. L.U.C.Y. As in Lucifer."

Slouched down in her seat, the brunette grumbled something. "I hate 'Luce'." A yawn popped out of nowhere, which she hurried to smother. "Sorry, a bit tired." Long legs stretched out before lifting themselves to be propped against the dashboards in an unmistakable show of I'm twenty and too limber for your ass, buddy. At a current, and rare, loss for anything else to say that wasn't a tactile admission of mob activities in the Greater Tri-State area, she began watching traffic through the side mirror.

"Huh." This was five minutes later. There was a particular set of headlights about three cars behind them, the bulb being neon and therefore easier to recognize than an ordinary pair. A glance towards Caleb garnered her a view of his face -- he seemed soley intent on getting across Manhattan without getting hit or running over a pedestrian. Good thinking, kid. Content that he'd not noticed they were being tailed, she slouched down further and kept watch on the government vehicle. Probably the Feds, damn amateurs.

And ... the strange car broke away just a block from her home, silently acknowleding her views on the subject. Jackie pulled into the spot behind them and clambered out of the Lincoln. He was carrying a box that was suspiciously cake-shaped. That perked her mood up. If he'd stopped along the way, that meant her grandfather would be at home to celebrate with them! He was usually so busy that a quiet night at home was one of those legendary myths. Y'know, like sewer crocs.

"Come ooooooon, Gino!" Crawling out by herself, Lucy kept bouncing from sneaker to sneaker while Caleb attended to shutting the car off and getting their bags before joining her on the sidewalk. "I'll introduce you to grandpa, I'm sure he wants to meet you formally after last night. Seemed real interested." Ahahaha. That could be taken so many ways, couldn't it. But, what can ya do?

Follow the brunette 'Alice' down the rabbit hole, of course, and straight into Wonderland. Casually sliding her hand around his larger one, La Ingenue bounded right up the brick steps and thrust open the front door. "I'm home, Papa!" She moved aside, gesturing Caleb in and waited for Jackie to catch up to them. Once all three had trooped inside, she gave one last hairy eyeball to the street and closed the door, locking it.

Quick visual tour: It was a brownstone. Old. Oppulent architecture. Decorated in nice, expensive things. And in the middle of the parlor stood a man dressed in cowboy boots, jeans and a pinstripe shirt -- looking more a Western rancher than the head of an old, respectable La Cosa Nostra Family. "Gino Mauricio ... this is my grandpa. Papa, this is Gino. He's the replacement Phantom. And one hell of an actor." So naturally an awkward silence decended over the quartet until Jackie remembered he was holding a cake. "Hey, princess. Come help me set the table." And as this was not an unusual request, she followed the hulk through an archway further down the hallway.

Which left Gino alone with Dirty Bernardo.

"Luciana has nothing but good things to say about you, young man." Young? Well, when one occupant of the room is eighty-something, and the other is thirty-two, then yes. Young man works out just fine. He moved over to a side board and extracted a decanter of aged whiskey, pouring out two shot glasses. "So I'm going to be gentle with her. Here." He handed one of them to Caleb before continuing, the faintest trace of amusement glinting in his pale eyes. "Welcome to my house, Mister Holmes. I trust you will inform your superiors of everything we say, so let me be brief. The Avellinos are dying out. In five years, there will be a new man in my position." Which meant he didn't think he had more than a few years left.

"Lucy is the joy of my life. I want your word that you personally will look after her. Not your goverment. You. Don't respond now, just take the time to think over my ... offer. Perhaps you will find it difficult to refuse." There. That showed the agent exactly where the soprano had gotten her twisted sense of humor. Speaking of which ... said beauty waltzed in about a minute later to annouce cake and icecream in the kitchen. "Papa, did I tell you that photographers are coming tomorrow? We're going to be on the FRONT PAGE of the Times." Big, happy grin. Naturally, the agent was sent away before midnight, to keep the Cinderella tradition going strong.




"Night-time sharpens, heightens each sensation. Darkness stirs andwakes imagination ... Silently the senses abandon their defenses ... Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendour. Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender. Turn your face away from the garish light of day, turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light and listen to the music of the night ..." It really wasn't that hard to appear utterly besotted and in a dream state when you were being cradled in the arms of one Gino Mauricio. Grandpa had seemed pleased the evening before, even going so far as to tell her that the actor was a 'nice man'. Such a change from the stiff acceptance reluctantly given to Sonny.

"Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams! Purge your thoughts of the life you knew before! Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar! And you'll live as you've never lived before ..." Wouldn't that be a triumph! Actually being allowed to live a normal life. She lost track of the scene for a moment, hastily catching up when she heard Caleb singing the final line of the song. Time to play dead. It was such a blast being able to faint into the man's arms, flights of fancy nonewithstanding. Aha.

For the second night, things went smoothly. Caleb seemed a touch distracted, but she chalked it up to the fact that he wasn't used to all the adoration coming his way. At least two notes had already been sent backstage by someone in the audience, and Ben was taking great pleasure in tormenting the Phantom about it when both of them met up in the wings.

"No more talk of darkness, forget these wide-eyed fears. I'm here, nothing can harm you - my words will warm and calm you." Sean pulled her close, his expression so utterly Raoul that it was tremendously hard to keep a straight face. But she did! "Let me be your freedom, let daylight dry your tears. I'm here, with you, beside you, to guard you and to guide you ..." His voice trailed off, and she waited two beats before picking up the song. "Say you love me every waking moment, turn my head with talk of summertime ... Say you need me with you, now and always ... promise me that all you say is true - that's all I ask of you ..."

Why did every relationship have to about possession? The dominate and submissive? Owner and slave? Sure, everyone liked to pretend that the sexes were equal, but Lucy knew what a load of hogwash that was. Eventually she was going to have to make a very serious choice. Would she defy Papa and refuse to marry Sonny? Or would family loyalty win out and propel her completely into a world where the phrase 'modern woman' was looked on as science-fiction. Ha! Who was the gloomy gus now?

Sweeping offstage when the scene was over, Lucy found a quiet corner exit stage left and spent the rest of the evening there between her time on stage. After two standing ovations and costumes hung back in their places, she decided that a trip to Washington Square might ease her mood. Instead of cajoling, the brunette informed both Jackie and Caleb where she was going, and then headed out with Ben, Hugh and Sean. The others were left to make the same choice alone.

Take that, you chauvanist secret society, you!


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