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Artemisia Amondine Russo
 Posted: Mar 1 2015, 10:07 AM
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Racing meets tended to be stressful. Doubly so when they were organized on, for her literally, her home turf. It was good publicity for Vittoria's, and all in allArtemisia was thrilled with it, but that didn't change some pertinent details: all the logistics. Logistics were her nightmare; if it were up to Arty, she'd just spent her life as a trainer and owner, not organizing stuff as well. But as much as she hemmed and hawed, she loved it. Afterwards, anyway. Followed by the ticking noise of her high heels on the stone pathways, she strode down back to where the people and the races were, heavy wool coat flapping before she secured the belt over her too-thin purple cocktail dress. But just in case she had a winner, she had to be dressed to impressed. Which she was, her fashion sense as impeccable as if she had actually been born in Italy. When she got close enough to be seen, she changed her pace. Striding in wasn't exactly as lady-like as she shoud be, and she didn't want to give people the perfect opportunity to criticise her. Vittoria's may have a good reputation now, it had been built up painstakingly, from the very ground. She had put in too damn much effort to let anyone, least of all herself, ruin it. So with a bright smile and confident but demure steps she entered the crowd again. She greeted people she knew, smiled at the men, no matter how they looked and tried to play the people around her like a pro. It helped that she could move on straight to the paddock to watch as her horse was saddled for the race. She had high hopes for Cupid, but wasn't quite sure yet if she dared to watch him actually race. He was.. Volatile, and she didn't quite trust his jockey either. Too late to change him, though - Cupid had already gotten used to him, and it was a pesky little detail she really wanted to be different. Maybe next season she'd change it up, unless the jockey proved too untrustworthy even sooner. She hadn't quite realised what a challenge it could be, having a racing stable so near a mobster's town. Well, several mobsters, from what she had heard. A little on the late side, if she was honest. Still, she was deadset on making the best of it, archly ignoring any offers she had gotten so far. Her smile ached a little at the corners of the mouth, and thus vanished rapidly when she left the paddock when the horses left for the track and she was supposed to take up a visible position somewhere to cheer her stallion to the finish. Not quite what she was planning, to be honest. Instead, she found a more covert, sheltered place from where to watch - it wasn't like she had someone to watch with her, after all. Sometimes she missed having a boy- or girlfriend, but on the other hand, she didn't have much time. She didn't think so, anyway. She sighed deeply as she carefully leaned against the railing, not wanting to stain her coat. She startled, though, when she heard someone else in 'her' little dark corner. "Hello?" tag//Giuseppe| words//???| notes//outfit ♥ pastor hoechlin.
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gisuseppe enzo menconi
 Posted: Mar 2 2015, 01:43 PM
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. Today he was talking his darling baby out again. This car was hitting the road more than we he would think it too but there was no bump or anything on it, so he was fine. His baby was his audi r8. His prized jewel, what he had busted his ass for. He had been saving up for her before he had even joined the mob. Some random man had been driving one when he was young and he had just looked so cool. So not long after that, he started to save and soon enough bought his own car. It was partly the reason he wasn’t so dressed up today. The other half of the reason really was because he didn’t feel like it. His car spoke enough words for him. He had really just come out here, to place a few money bets and gossip with some people. He wasn’t huge into the whole horse thing but it was a great way to pass some time and mingle with people. That was Giuseppe, the social butterfly. He could of dragged trey out with him, but last minute choice he decided to leave the man alone. He had bothered him enough these past couple days, it was better to not tip him over the edge.

he walked with the racing arena and glanced at all the people around them. People were dressed to impressed today it seemed. Gisuseppe, he was dressed good enough for himself. But he knew a couple people here and there. He walked up to the group, grabbing a glass as they offered it. Hmm wine of course. It was nice to get some free wine as he was here. But he wouldn’t spend his time drinking wine all this time, he had to drive himself home today. He watched over as the horses were loaded and getting ready. He had placed no bets today, well not in the actual place. He had placed a bet or two with some buddies but that had been it. He had really just come to enjoy the sights of both the women and the horses.

he walked away from his buddies in crime and walked around to see what the barn was like. It really was beautiful. Horses were pretty cool too. He had never really had any interest in the whole horseback riding thing. Dogs were cool and that was about it. Yet he didn’t own a dog either. After seeing the jack wick movie, it like haunted him. One day some guy was going to kill his puppy if he ever got one. Call it a weird thought but he didn’t care. He walked with his glass of wine still in hand and watched a woman start to walk in another direction. But it wasn’t back to the people he was with, though he didn’t recognize that head of hair either. So what did he do? Follow her of course. Like a creeper. Where the woman had stopped, was so alone? Hmm why was that face familiar. He stopped short as he called out an hello. Was that nerves in her voice or did he just startle her? ”well hello to you too “ he chuckled and walked up to the same railing, looking out at the horses on the track.

now he could pin point her face, she was the owner of this place. The mighty woman russo. He didn’t really hear anything about her but he knew what she owned. It was nice to see a woman in charge and all. He had no problem admitting it. He wanted his younger sister to be a woman in charge, make her own money. ” I think you’re supposed to be out in the stands Ms. Russo. Showing the boys that your horse is going to win “ he grinned toward her. Obviously she must be nervous. What horse owner was not? But it was always good to put on a face and act like you weren’t. ” Gisuseppe Menconi, I don’t think we’ve ever had the pleasure to meet before “ he offered her and turned to face her. Extending his hand to her own. He wouldn’t treat her like a weak woman; his mother had scolded him too much for that. She was a woman of power and so he’d treat her like one.

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