Post by CASSIO MICHELANGELO ESPOSITO. on Feb 8, 2010 3:20:54 GMT
AND WE WILL STAND
with our back to the wall and fight our way out.
[/size][/blockquote]it was a night just like any other and cassio was in the mood to drink, play pool, have a laugh and possibly go out and beat up a few montagues. he only said montagues because he knew the capulets were in this night because of a fancy dinner they were having. how did he know they were having a dinner? well, because he was good at finding things out. plus he over heard a few of them talking as he walked down the road with his hood up hiding from the world. if you didn't want to be seen, all you had to do is act like you didn't want to be seen and cassio was good at that, he had the smarts for it, more-so than a lot of people in this town and that's exactly the way he liked it. putting up his hood, dressing in neutral colours and stalking behind people was a great way to be unnoticed. he did it a lot and he had perfected the art, almost becoming a little spy for the group, able to do whatever he wished as he followed capulets and monatgues like they were one and the same. well, in all honesty, to him, they were the same, they were the enemy and that was it, he wasn't interested in what they could do for him because he was sick of their war, hence why he had joined his own gang, that and the fact he was friends with iago who also joined the gang.
the nag's head was his second home, actually, it was probably his first home, he spent more time here than what he spent at his tiny apartment he shared with his girlfriend. oh bianca, one of the few girls in his life he truly loved. of course there was also desdemona and emilia, but that was more of a brotherly love, he looked after them because they were the girlfriends of his best friends and when push came to shove, he would do anything for those girls. he also needed to look after them because, well, if he didn't , he would probably be disowned by his own friends who also looked after his girlfriend. it was a big friend circle and if you didn't do your part, you might as well not be apart of the gang and he understood that fully. slowly, he pushed open the door to the pub, the stale smell of beer and cigarettes filling his lungs, that was a smell he loved, as many people hated it. he looked around, no one in there apart from the bartender, just the way he liked it because no one was allowed in here apart from the moors and if you were in here and not a moor, you were and idiot who was starting a fight for no apparent reason and you had to have your arse kicked.
he sat himself down at one of the little tables that they always sat at, not that it mattered where they sat, but then again, if other moors came in, him, iago and othello always sat here to talk tactics, after all, they were the ones who knew what they were doing. he liked his position in life, he had some good friends, a great girlfriend, some cool things to say he did and a position in life, he might have just been a leader of a gang in a crapped out town in england, but he had earned his spot, he hadn't just taken it and he hadn't just paid for it to happen, he worked for it, the way he thought everything should happen. he smiled up as the bartender brought over a beer and placed it down on his table. he nodded to the bartender and looked down at the beer, waiting for the shadow of the bartender to disappear before he drank, he hated being watched, especially by the people who weren't in his gang, the fools. they did nothing to earn respect and they always seemed to demand it from him, he would never bend. he smiled as the shadow disappeared and reached for the beer, slowly sipping at it. his smile broadened as he settled himself back and nodded a little to himself.
tag •• open.
status •• finished.
word count •• seven hundred and sixteen.
outfit •• coming soon...
credit •• goes to me
notes •• rawr!
