The Murder of Nicia Giovanniello and Suicide of Fiorella Rosso
April 30, 2000

Fiorella Rosso: ~steps up towards the lounge~

Fiorella Rosso: ~she waits on the hostess to make sure her table is cleared for her reservation~

Nicia Giovanniello: ~enters the lounge~

Fiorella Rosso: ~nots to herself, and follows the woman to the table.~

Fiorella Rosso: ((nods to herself))

Fiorella Rosso: ~she'll order something strong and sit to wait, her bag leaned up against her chair leg~

Nicia Giovanniello: (sorry may connection is a slow tonight) ~Sees Miss Rosso and walks toward the her and the hostess~

Fiorella Rosso: ((alright, i'll post a little slower then.))

Nicia Giovanniello: ~smiles~ Good evening, Miss Rosso.

Fiorella Rosso: ~she looks up to Nicia, but doesn't smile, and doesn't rise. She looks overall like she's been through some order, and that's without seeing the black eye that her makeup only partially conceals.~

Nicia Giovanniello: ~indicates the chair across the table, drapes her coat on one os the chairs at the table~ May I? ~but doesn't wait for an answer before she sits down, she does notice the partially concealed black eye~

Fiorella Rosso: ~it~ whatever you like. ~slightly snide response. She's not even pretending to be all smiles and pleasantry~ Drink? ~lifts her own and takes a drink~

Nicia Giovanniello: ~her smile has fade and now she has a concerned look apon her face~ Miss Rosso.. Is everything all right?

Fiorella Rosso: ~it~ no, signorina giovanniello. Everything is not alright. But you shouldn't be so surprised...

Nicia Giovanniello: ~orders a mineral water~

Fiorella Rosso: ~takes another drink, then sets the glass down on her left, fingering the rim~

Fiorella Rosso: ~she watches the waiter leave, still playing with her glass, then pulls her other hand from her lap, the napkin draped over it~

Nicia Giovanniello: ~raises her brow~ What is that suppose to mean, Miss Rosso?

* * * Missed a post- Not a direct quote but the jits of it is here: Fiorella says, that everything isn't alright, but you shouldn't be surprised... *then she fires the first shot*

Nicia Giovanniello: ~italian~ Miss Rosso, you are mistaken. I have done no such thing. I would not do such a thing. Micael is quite capable of making up his own mind about people. ... As for not letting me have him. He has Choosen with whom wants to be and that is me. I this meeting is for you to issue threats... I have better things to do. ~stands~

Fiorella Rosso: ~she shoots a second time, before Nicia even finishes her first sentence, the gun under the napkin now quite apparent.~

Nicia Giovanniello: (oops sorry I missed the shot)

Fiorella Rosso: ((it's okay. She didn't do it to be overtly obvious))

Moderator: ~the intial shot hits Nicia pretty clean, the suprise having dulled her senses. The bang of the light pistol rings out through the lounge~

Nicia Giovanniello: ~shock! her eyes go wide, as she tries to get to her feet~

Fiorella Rosso: ((modification of last)) ~takes a step to the side to keep the shot clean, and fires a second time~

Fiorella Rosso: ~fires again, rather singular in her thoughts~

Nicia Giovanniello: ~grunts as she get's hit a second time... and she reaches for something at her neck and says~ Micheal!

Moderator: ~the patrons watch in abject horror, no one willing to rush the psycho. Security has been called and is on its way~

Fiorella Rosso: ~it~ You will never have him, you witch.

Nicia Giovanniello: ~her once white blouse turning red with her own blood~

Moderator: ~the fourth shot hits the crawling Nicia in the chest yet again. The bullet ceases all movement from her as she lys limply on the groound, sitting a steadily increasing pool of her own blood~

Nicia Giovanniello: (curses her slow connection)

Fiorella Rosso: ~fires a fifth time, with a psychotic calm. Then with the same calm, she raises the gun to her own head, and fires.~ ~it~ neither of us will.

Moderator: ~several people scream as Fiorella fires again, the security arrives, unprepared for what they see. No one has the time to stop Fiorella from turning the gun on her self and blowing her own brains out~

Fiorella Rosso: ~falls to the ground, the gun still in her hand, it's chambers empty.~

Silver Kane: ~slides thru the door, outside, etc~

Silver Kane: ~Scans the room as best as he can, glabro. He will have arrived no more than 10ft from the amulet~

Moderator: ~only now that the chaos is over do people truely react, trying to get away from this carnage by any means necessary~

Nicia Giovanniello: ~lays motionless on the floor in a growing pool of her own blood~

Moderator: ~Nicia lays motionless in a pool of her own blood, 5 gunshot wounds litter her corpse. Next to her is the body of Fiorella shot through the head. Both very dead~

Moderator: ~security fights its way through the crowd, trying to seal off the area or something~

Silver Kane: ~[makes wits roll]~ Reacats, scooping up Nicia and shifting away almost instantly~

Silver Kane: ~exunt~

Fiorella Rosso: ~dead~

Nicia Giovanniello: ~disappears~

Moderator: ~they fetch the security tapes and begin to clean up the lounge, closing it until such can be done~

Moderator: ~the police arrive after a few and take control of the scene~

Cary "Scary" Day: [That was a good death scene. But not quite as good as a Euthanatos death scene]

Fiorella Rosso: ((bah. it was a great scene, with the background))

Cary "Scary" Day: [*S* I loved it.]

Moderator: ~they tag and bag Fiorella and make a note to inquire about the other body~

Nicia Giovanniello: (~smiffle~)

Fiorella Rosso: ((even better is the note they find in Fiorella's room...))

Cary "Scary" Day: [*huggles Nicia tight* You went out with style at least!]

Nicia Giovanniello: (~chuckle~.. my first on-line dead of a character)

Fiorella Rosso: ((sorry nicia.. but she couldn't really do anything to kane himself, so it had to be the squishy mortal, like her.))

Moderator: ~the police come in and take some pictures and after seeing the tape are content to write this up as it appears at the moment, a murder suicide~

Nicia Giovanniello: (It's okay Fiorella-p... it was bound to happen sooner or later... I'll miss my Nicia...)

Fiorella Rosso: ((*nod* miss my Fio too.. well, if it helps, she generally liked Nicia. *S*))

Nicia Giovanniello: (Nicia's coat was lefted behind, in one of the pockets is a a sliver cigarette looking case... it looks like is should open)

Moderator: ~the investigation continues and the scene stays locked, they take the note found in Fiorella's room and tag it as evidence~

Nicia Giovanniello: (silver)

Fiorella Rosso: ((the gun itself has a shaved serial number, unregistered, and Fio had postponed her delayed flight back to Milan.))

Nicia Giovanniello: (dead at 21)

Fiorella Rosso: ((feels old just having to type it, 32. Classic 'he went for the younger woman' scene.))

Fiorella Rosso: ((anyway.. i'm off to scavenge for food. Later everyone. Be back with a new nick eventually))

Cary "Scary" Day: [[*Killed a seventeen year old girl in this very room*]]

Cary "Scary" Day: [[Later red]]

Nicia Giovanniello: (later Fio... *waves*)

Nicia Giovanniello: ~goes poof~

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