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Post by GianCarlo DiLeonardo on Jun 20, 2009 19:14:00 GMT -6
GianCarlo was bored. To say the least. He’d gotten suspended from school for a week for fighting. And it hadn’t been just any fight, but a fight between two boys at school because of their fathers.
Now, GianCarlo had to be with a nanny, and he couldn’t think of anything worse. Angelo, his little brother, loved to go to the park with his nanny, and on this particular day he’d brought a bird kite to try and fly.
Being in a bad mood, GianCarlo pouted and dawdled along behind his brother and their nanny. He looked around, considering taking off to go explore by himself. He wasn’t afraid. He was the son of Don Giovanni DiLeonardo.
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Post by leear on Jun 21, 2009 11:02:31 GMT -6
Leear liked walking through the park, it was peacufull, it made him feel relaxed, their were people with their babies, that absolutely killed him, watching familys together, watching a father teach his son to catch, he absolutely hated that, that year he did look after his son for he thaught he was a good dad, changed the nappies did the daddy things, but his mind was wandering, he put his hand into his pocket and counted his notes, he had enough for something to eat. He strolled along hoping someone would come and talk to him.
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Post by GianCarlo DiLeonardo on Jun 21, 2009 11:11:47 GMT -6
While the Nanny took Angelo to the bathroom in the park GianCarlo slipped away. He ran into the trees and headed in a direction he thought he knew from before. Pretty soon he was lost, but he didnt care.
He looked around, finding everything very interesting. It felt good to be out on his own like that, like a real man.
He wondered if maybe he could find his parents while they were out on the town that day, and show them how grown up he was to be out on his own. Maybe his father would even start taking him to his buisness meetings...
These thoughts continued on as GianCarlo kept walking...
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Post by leear on Jun 21, 2009 11:16:23 GMT -6
Leear looked about and saw a kid, he must of been about 7 or 8, walking on his own, hid mind instantly went to that nothing else, that could not be right, where were his parents? Or guardians? Or what ever, Leear walked over to him and constantly thaught about what to say, he was either going to look like a pervert or a nutter in this conversation, he never knew what to say to other peoples kids, he walked up to him and tapped him on the shoulder, putting his hand back in his pocket "Should you be on your own kid?" He asked in a calm tone.
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Post by GianCarlo DiLeonardo on Jun 21, 2009 11:23:32 GMT -6
GianCarlo turned around sharply. He pulled away from the man standing there and backed away a few paced.
"Why shouldnt I be on my own?!" He asked, trying to look tough, "And you'd better keep your hands off me!"
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Post by leear on Jun 21, 2009 11:30:59 GMT -6
Leear looked at him and laughed, this kid was realy squaring up to him, he stopped laughing and looked at him in the eyes "Because your seven, and sorry if you were uncumfortable with me tapping your shoulder kid" He gave him a soft smile "Where are your parents?" He said looking around hoping he was with his parents or hed look like an idiot.
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Post by GianCarlo DiLeonardo on Jun 21, 2009 11:33:26 GMT -6
GianCarlo wasnt scared of this guy, and he looked up at him with a prideful expression that was much like his own father when talking to someone he didnt trust.
"I dont know." He shrugged. "In the city somewhere."
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Post by leear on Jun 21, 2009 11:38:43 GMT -6
"Who you with then kid?" He asked him, he saw that prideful expression he remembered Giovanni using when he had gone into their club seeking Raul, this couldnt be his kid could it? Nah it werent, he shook that thaught off of his mind, he stood there and looked the kid int he eye and then began walking hoping the kid would follow.
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Post by GianCarlo DiLeonardo on Jun 21, 2009 11:42:46 GMT -6
GianCarlo put his hands in his pockets, mirroring the guys stance. "I'm by myself!" He lied, "And who cares if i'm seven? I'm old enough to know where i'm going... and know where i've been..." Now he really was trying to sound grown up, not realizing how dumb he actualy sounded. He followed Leear, mimiking his foot steps, trying to seem like a "tough guy."
"Who are you here with?" He asked.
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Post by leear on Jun 21, 2009 11:45:37 GMT -6
"Myself, you see Im actually an adult, and no offence but your just a kid" He stopped walking and took a few step backwards too be next to this kid "Whats your name?" He asked him laughing a little at how stupid this kid looked.
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Post by GianCarlo DiLeonardo on Jun 21, 2009 11:51:23 GMT -6
GianCarlo glared, "I'm not just a kid! I'm GianCarlo DiLeonardo! And don't laugh at me!" He snarled and turned to walk past Leear and stalk up the path ahead of him. He didnt want to hang around this guy anymore if he was just going to be a big jerk...
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Post by leear on Jun 21, 2009 14:10:19 GMT -6
Leear took up his pace and walked along side the kid again "So is your dad Geovanni DiLeonardo?" Leear asked looking him in the eyes, this is the break he needed, maybe he could milk this kid for information, he knew it was wrong to get information from a kid, but maybe he knew something about the murder, afterall he was running out of options.
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Post by GianCarlo DiLeonardo on Jun 21, 2009 14:51:43 GMT -6
GianCarlo scowled and curled his lip in pride and defiance. "Thats right! And if you have anything bad to say about him you'd better just stop right here. I beat the shit out of a guy the other day who said bad things about my father!"
He didnt mention the other guy was only seven as well, and GianCarlo was suspended because of it...
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Post by leear on Jun 23, 2009 13:34:27 GMT -6
Leear looked at him and smiled, this was so wrong, this kid had no idea he was FBI, should he do it? Was it against the rules? He didnt care he needed information, Avery would fucking kill him if she knew, she didnt have to know "Whats it like having a dad thats famous?" He said smiling at him walking next to Gian.
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Post by GianCarlo DiLeonardo on Jun 23, 2009 13:38:01 GMT -6
Gian just shrugged, his hands in his pockets while he kicked at some rocks on the path. "Its fine I guess. He's only famous with some people. I guess there are people who want to get him. But they wont. Not my dad." He smirked, "My dads smarter than them all, and someday i'm gonna be just like him..."
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