Nicia Giovanniello's Funeral
May 19, 2000

Michelo Saldaré: =----------------------------------------------------=

Michelo Saldaré: -he's stand in the funeral home, doing his best to absorb the grief he feel-

Michelo Saldaré: *he is early, and has been for a while. His mind stares at the wall but he cannot think of anything beyond death and hate and love and pain and blood*

Michelo Saldaré: -slowy he start to speak to the emptyness, not caring if other show while he speaks-

Michelo Saldaré: "..Unchoreographed is its dance in the dark, Far under the starry skies' nocturnal spark. Beneath silver clouds and the flight of the lark, And underneath even the moonshadowed park.."

Michelo Saldaré: "..It rumbles and roars and it mumbles and moans; It blows and it bites and it bumps into stones; It whistles untroubled through catacomb bones, A ghostly spelunker in netherworld zones. .."

Michelo Saldaré: "..It bounces and ricochets off the rock walls Through mist of the likewise mysterious falls; Its spirals and eddies in cavernous halls; No face and no form -- yet a message it calls:.."

Michelo Saldaré: "..I sweep the unwanted from way up above To clandestine refuge where they might find love; Unfit were they there, yet now fit hand in glove Into a utopia that's scarcely dreamt of."

Michelo Saldaré: "..A love from afar travels airborne with ease; A blondish mane wafts in the whispering breeze; The wind reinforces a bond by degrees; Two hearts exchange spiritual intimacies..."

Michelo Saldaré: "..It transports emotions -- the zephyr is strong; It bridges the gap between lovers who long To kiss and embrace and transcend all that's wrong With distance -- and sing love's mellifluous song. .."

Michelo Saldaré: "..It stiffens, it softens, it ebbs and it flows; Its gently delivers the scent of the rose; It tugs at his cape and it rustles her clothes, Their secrets its cargo wherever it goes. .."

Michelo Saldaré: "..It courses through tunnels where nothing's amiss; It chills and it thrills and it fills the abyss, Caresses her tresses and carries her kiss To him who had never known rapture like this. ..'"

Brenda Maier: * slowly walks in *

Syntax: ~comes back out of the backroom, sure now that the planner has all the stuff right.~

Valentina and Antonio : a woman with a dark olive complexion, long curly dark brown hair, brown eyes, high cheekbones, a slim angular nose and full luscious lips. Though an "older" woman she is quite pleasing to look at... You will be surprised once you learn her true age of 39 years. You can see why Nicia trusted her with her son... she has many of the same characteristics that Nicia had. She is a strong willed, independent, very caring, loving and every inch an Italian woman... and quite the flirt once she gets to know a person. She speaks a limited amount of English, but if you take your time speaking with her, communication can be accomplished. She is dressed in a long black skirt, a white blouse with a silk scarf resting over her shoulders and black three inch heels. On her right hip sits an adorable little boy...

Brenda Maier: * feels really wierd dressed as she is ..a conservative black suit with a men's red silk tie and a red rose in the pocket but figures it's for a good occasion*

Michelo Saldaré: ~he continues his Eulogy.. for it's for someone he can feel~ "The depths of the earth are not silence's sphere; I deem it alive and announce to all here, There's life, there is love, there is everything dear, A truth beyond knowledge, a grand gondolier.

Valentina and Antonio : Nicia's little man... an adorable little Italian boy... he is no doubt Nicia's son, he has his mother's soft brown eyes, her smile, her chin, her ears, her dark brown hair with a little bit of curl to it and his hands are very much like his mother's... He is an energetic one year old, well he is almost a year old. Too young to really understand what has happen, though is some way he knows something is not right. At first, he clings to Valentina, among all the strangers in this foreign place. He is very well behaved, though he is a toddler and will disappear if no one is watching him to go exploring like so many toddlers do. He is a quick little "devil" ever since he started walking and is quite a challenge to keep up with. He only understands Italian and will look to Valentina if someone speaks to him in English. He is dress in a little black suit, consisting of long pants a white shirt, a little tie, a coat and little black shoes.

Michelo Saldaré: "..A lifestyle completely collaborative, They share and they care and they always forgive; Overtly they love while covertly they live; While nothing they own, they yet constantly give.".."

Syntax: ~stands in her common common color, wearing her black moot skirt suit without the dress shirt underneath.~

Michelo Saldaré: "..It whines and it weeps and it weaves and it wends, It swirls and it whirls and it curls around bends; It moves disembodied, it nudges, portends, And softly conveys all the feelings its sends..."

Brenda Maier: * straightens the tie smooths the white shirt underneath and glances around and takes a seat*

Valentina and Antonio : ~she listens to the somber words, occassionally holding Antonio's hands as he ask for his mother in italain~

Syntax: ~moves over and sits in the front row at the outer edge, listening and fidgetting as little as possible.~

Michelo Saldaré: "..Down, down and still downward it wanders and strays Past Dantean depths in the black murky maze. Secure in earth's womb it curls up and it stays, Untouched by the sun for the rest of its days. .."

Michelo Saldaré: ~he slows. Holding himself all together~ "..But let it be known that there once was a day The wind never ventured below, come what may; It now pirouettes in the darkness to stay, Exults and then fades, then crescendos to say:.."

Valentina and Antonio : ~she coos to Antonio slowly as he fidgets not quiet sure what's going on~

Magdelena & Charolette: *Maggie who looks rather worn out slips in silently and takes a seat near the back*

Michelo Saldaré: "..The planet I knew is in slow suicide; Civility gone, nature's laws all defied; Within lies true beauty, so here I reside; Below I can sing, while above I just cried..."

Brenda Maier: * sitting thinking she should of got to know this woman as a part of her feels that she should care for all the kin and feels a twinge of regret for not doing anything*

Michelo Saldaré: ~he ends and walks down the pew to takes a seat. Alone. For now he will remain so, just for now.~

Valentina and Antonio : *the little boy can feel the somber note and tune, but he looks for his mother, knowing she's here somewhere*

Michelo Saldaré: [Allsion is here, player is very busy]

Magdelena & Charolette: *She folds her hands in her lap and tries not to look at the casket, death bothers her, bodies both her even more*

Valentina and Antonio : ~she looks around placing who she may know, but she knows noone of them, maybe a few from descriptions~

Brenda Maier: * she rises and walks to Michelo and offers a warm smile and a gentle hug and over looks the casket*

Syntax: ~she gets up, brushing her skirt down, and moves to the podium. She's uncomfortable here, even though she attempts to hide it. She looks around to let someone else speak their piece, should they wish to.~

Michelo Saldaré: ~he doesn't reacat to brenda, really going over the poem he selected in his mind. There wasn;t enough of Sara to bury and he never saw her, but he see far too much with nicia.~

Syntax: ~nods and steps back, letting people mingle and view. She's not comfortable speaking directly of the dead, with them there. She moves to the side.~

Pastor: *as people mingle he steps up to the podium* "..Well. Here were are. someone is past, and we feel more grief than any of us can imagine. But why grief?

Brenda Maier: * looks over Nicia ( if she's viewable)* and frowns* So young...* whispers* tis such a shame....may we meet agaia Nicia and I will hopefully get to know you this time

Valentina and Antonio : ~she looks at the nervous syntax and then back to the man~

Michelo Saldaré: ~kane has not viewd and most likely never will~

Brenda Maier: * she turns and finds a seat and her thoughts go off in the distance*

Pastor: "It's not the end of life, but the renewal of a Cycle. The Grief is breif, for in the next time, our loved one's wait for us ... Remember this and greive no more, but enjoy the life they led. "Thank you"

Magdelena & Charolette: *Watches the pastpr and tries not to think of the las funneral she attended*

Pastor: *with the standard words out of the way, he leaves it to syntax to do the actually moving of the cermony along*

Syntax: ~by sheer and utter discomfort and guilt, she makes her way over to Valentina and translates the pastor's words to italian.~

Brenda Maier: * nods to the Pastors words as she got to meet and speak with her aunt a while back and thinks and hopes she's in a better life*

Valentina and Antonio : ~she looks at Syntax as she approaches, then listens to the Italian beofore nodding, bouching the little one on her knee~ ~Si, Gratizi.

Syntax: ~nods~ prego. ~and backs off some. This is the first funeral she's ever been to, and to some amount, it shows.~

Michelo Saldaré: ~Grief leaks out of him like the titanic. But it's not for anyone here to see, not tonight. But this will bring closure~

Magdelena & Charolette: *Char slips in silently in a few min* (baby's up again bbs)

Brenda Maier: * glances over at Syntax and Valentina and Antonio *

Valentina and Antonio : *ANTONIO wonders why every one is fussing. He can surely here his mother, and wonders why she hides herself away*

Syntax: ~watches Mag for a while, somewhat surprised to see her here and without all sorts of bruises or crutchs.~

Brenda Maier: * she looks forward and crosses her leg and removes the rose and smells it and holds it *

Syntax: ~with the viewing and ceremony over, she comes back to herself and hurries over towards the casket. This is the part where she helps carry... the pastor only had to explain that one once.~

Michelo Saldaré: ~he hasn;t even taken note of who is there, taking a deep breath every so often as he seems to feel something~

Michelo Saldaré: ~he stands to go with the pall bearers~

Giovaniello & Bicelli's [Groups]: -A few of Nicia's Brother move to help and her father-

Michelo Saldaré: ~he only nodes to the family he has also disappointed. He'd assured them their Daughter was safe, but then he ment the wyrm~

Syntax: ~she will defer her position to one of the random italian men when they step up. They all look the same to her at this point, and there's enough of them. She wouldn't want to trip or something... ~

Valentina and Antonio : ~she stands , hefting Antonio in one motion and waits for the procession to pass~

Syntax: ~walks somewhere behind the casket as they make their way to the nearby cemetary.~

Michelo Saldaré: ~dead men are more expressive~

Brenda Maier: * stands a waits for everyone to pass and follows behind *

Giovaniello & Bicelli's [Groups]: *they trail in their places, like most italian families there is a large procession of black and touches of white*

Valentina and Antonio : ~she fades tot he crowd but somehow stragely prevelant, silent she keeps her eyes on ANTONIO and KANE~

Michelo Saldaré: ~he will leand them to a family plot. ~

Syntax: ~she detaches herself from the procession when they hit the cemetary, staying outside and watching them pass.~

Brenda Maier: * stands in the doorway and knows this part is for family only and Nicia's loved one and she waits for a moment*

Michelo Saldaré: ~those who wish to read will see that there are a string of Head stones. The Saldare family. Mother and Father and Francesca (9), Paula( 6) and Giaccomo (5)and now Nicia, a beer 22..~

Michelo Saldaré: (bear)

Giovaniello & Bicelli's [Groups]: *they angle themselves to lower the coffin as it's silent. No one reading while it's being lowered. They lower it with ropes and by hand*

Valentina and Antonio : ~she hugs ANTONIO, more for her own support than anyone else~

Syntax: ~watchs the group from that distance, as if too hesitant to actually step in the cemetary.~

Syntax: ~but she owes Chrome this much... takes a deep breath, and steps forward. The first step onto the grass is the hardest. She makes her way into the crowd, watching the final farewell to Neech.~

Maggie & Charolette: *Charolette looks over the family plot sadtly at all the young children's graves*

Michelo Saldaré: ~when the coffin is down he places on it, not the first dirt, but a wedding ring and then steps back, ending it for now and forever~ "..I'm Sorry. I have to go now. I'll be back, but i have to go now." ~his voice cracks dangerouly and it requires effort for him to actually turn and leave. Same words he said 20 some odd years ago to this brother and sisters~

Maggie & Charolette: *Mag's eyes linger on the birth/death dates on Nicia's stone, she was younger then her*

Syntax: ~she keeps her eyes to the casket, very very quiet.~

Brenda Maier: * she heads out having a plane to catch the funernal making her want to be with Jason feeling greatful this isn't his funeral but sad that there is even one*( need sleep hugs and waves and is kapooftas)

Maggie & Charolette: *Char lifts her eyes from the grves to look up to Kane her heart truely going out to him.*

Syntax: ~weeds through the crowd to catch up to Chrome, but pauses seeing the other stones next to Neech's. She just closes her eyes, the pain evident.~

Maggie & Charolette: ((Night Brenda))

Valentina and Antonio : ~she reaches out a hand to brush along the passing kane and Turns back to the family as Father (nicia's father) takes his grandson~

Syntax: ((night brenda))

Maggie & Charolette: *Mag silently watches the casket be lowered into the ground*

Michelo Saldaré: ((later brenda))~he stops breifly a couple stones down to stare at Sara's and Colins. he Takes a deep breath, and keeps walking again~

Syntax: ~she's taken out the cigarette and lit it without even openning her eyes. Her hands shake in a strange manner, only in part due to her cyberware.~

Giovaniello & Bicelli's [Groups]: *The Coffin is finally lowered and the Flowers placed on them. their mostly Garou and kin, so they know both cermony and closure, so the grave is filled in right away. With Steady hard work and sweat*

Maggie & Charolette: *In equal silence Mag turns to leave once the caskets in the ground, wanting out of the grave yard as quickly as possible.*

Syntax: ~just stands there in front of the other famiy graves, her eyes closed with tears falling down the corners, and smokes. It doesn't seem to help much.~

Giovaniello & Bicelli's [Groups]: *it's starts low, a normal funeral Dirge, but it quickly rips into something truely horrorfying and deathly in it's ability to shake the foundation of the soul. The dirge for the dead is one of the most terrible garou howls, ment to frighten and warn as well as signal a passing, in chorous.. it's tears at the heart*

Maggie & Charolette: *Charolette stands silently and stays until the grave is filled in.*

Valentina and Antonio : ~she covers ANTONIOS's ears well prepared for this. The Bright moon shows wet cheeks as she whispers a soft italian song to the child~

Syntax: ~she shivers throughout the dirge, all the while her eyes closed, smoking, hugging herself with the other arm.~

Michelo Saldaré: ~he blinks the tears from his eyes and will _Not_ break here, even thou each step requires total and absolute force of will~

Syntax: ~turns, before the last voices end, and makes her way quickly out of the graveyard shaking the cigarette pack with a strange annoyance at seeing only one remaining. She takes the last and lights it.~

Valentina and Antonio : *ANTONIO stares at the graves, then looks about during the howls, trying to place the echoing sound*

Maggie & Charolette: *Tears come to her eyes at the mourful dirge she glances around the poor boy, little Antonio, must be so confused*

Giovaniello & Bicelli's [Groups]: *They depart, sharing a touch and kind word to those that showed, weather they know them or not*

Valentina and Antonio : *Holds on to his grandFather's Neck tightly wondering why all the adults seem to sad. He turns to ask his mother why they are so sad but she's not here*

Syntax: ~she pulls her rage tightly around her, looking around to see where Michelo went to. Brushes the tears from her face harshly, reddening the skin a little.~

Maggie & Charolette: *Gives her heart felt condolenced to the family as they leave*

Michelo Saldaré: ~he keeps walking, ina direction, on the verge of tears, not stopping because he will be in tears. He cannot do that anymore, he no longer can show that weakness~

Valentina and Antonio : ~he hovers near ANTONIO and his grandfather, moving away and into the nights~(gone)

Giovaniello & Bicelli's [Groups]: *a few even hug Charolette. Grief knows no tribe or sex. They depart silently*(gone)

Syntax: ~she looks after Michelo.. sniffling with annoyance and blinking continualy.~

Maggie & Charolette: *Lingers near the grave till all are gone before walking deeper into the cemetary to the little stone she had put up for her mother. Though the woman's body rests hundreds and thousands of miles away. She sits down on the grass and whispers almost inaudibly to the grave stone, trying to sort out her thoughts on what happened tonight*

Michelo Saldaré: ~he continues walking, an aimless walk ~

Syntax: ~her rage helping little to cover her sorrow, she pulls practicality along to help, heading after Chrome so he's not out alone. Bad pack procedure.~

Michelo Saldaré: (thanks all, It was good, player felt it here))

Michelo Saldaré: ~gonz~

Maggie & Charolette: *She remains there for come time then leave to go for her evening walk*

Syntax: ~continues to trail Chrome, letting him have his space, and she her own, without either of them being fools out alone.~

 Syntax: ~gone~

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