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@shadowdude505 @Have You Ever Tasted Sand @MainEventMan
@The One Eyed Bandit
Friday, September 2nd, 2016
At the Tiffany pastry, a man was having his breakfast. It was actually a common thing in Italy, having your breakfast at a pastry, and it wasn't like that man was the only one there. But he was quite a peculiar sight. That man was the type to draw attention, but not because of his height or athletic build. It had to do with the color red. He had crimson red hair, wore a crimson red t-shirt and pants, and had a red tribal tattoo on his right arm. At first glace even his eyes seemed red, but they were brown. Everyone looked at him with great curiosity, but only the young woman working at the counter actually started a conversation with him.
"Come al solito, attiri tanta attenzione signor Elogio. Però, capirai, è un bel colore rosso, ma più di tutto, lei è un uomo molto attraente. Heheh"
"Grazie, Angela. Per me questo colore e molto importante. Mi fa ricordare..."
"Ricordare?"
"Sì"
"Di cosa esattamente?"
"De la mia colpa"
After the brief conversation, which ended on a mysterious note, as the young woman didn't inquire any further, Elogio paid for his breakfast, bid farewell to everyone and exited the pastry. He wanted to visit a certain auto repair shop on Anconetana street, and he needed at least 20 minutes to get there by foot.
It was a warm and sunny day, even if it was September, there were roughly 26 degrees outside, and it would have became slightly hotter later. Elogio enjoyed the fact that Italy was such a warm country. As he was walking and enjoying the beauty of that particular morning, he received a call on his mobile phone.
"Pronto?"
"Greetings, master Giovanni. Am I disturbing?"
"Hello there, Richard. No, you're not disturbing, don't worry. What's the matter?"
"There are multiple things I wish to tell you"
"Its ok, take your time with the explanations"
"Thank you, sir. The first thing that I need to tell you is that your cousin, young master Joshua will be comming to Arezzo soon. He wanted me to tell you that"
"Ah the little airborn JoJo. Haven't seen him in a long time"
"Yes, sir. He heard about what happened around those parts and decided that he wanted to help"
"I will make sure to rent him a room near mine in the Portici hotel"
"Already taken care of, sir"
"Oh, as expected of you Richard"
"I am unworthy of your praise, sir. The second thing I wanted to tell you is that the Speedwagon Foundation has recently found something bizzare in New York"
"Hmm...does it have anything to do with me or the Joestar family?"
"It is highly probable sir. There is a man there who is named Jonah Jones, of the JoJo Detective Agency"
"JoJo? It may be a coincidence, you know?"
"I doubt it sir. After some more research, the people from the Speedwagon Foundation discovered two interesting facts. One is that there is no data regarding mister Jones's family, and the man doesn't remember either, apparently. The other is that he is 23 years old, which is the exact amount of time which passed since that tragedy. Forgive my rudeness, but I belive it is too much of a coincidence"
"Does he have the birthmark?"
"It hasn't been discovered yet. Our men need to act in a way which isn't suspicious"
"Ok, keep me informed on that"
"Will do, master Giovanni. The last thing I wanted to tell you is something which you may find more bizzare than the mystery of Jonah Jones"
"Hmm...what would that be?"
"The old master Joel Joestar decided that you will be the new head of the family"
"Oh...wait...what? Wait just a second. I hope this isn't that old guy's way of saying that doesn't have much to live, is it?"
"No, sir. Old master Joestar is still in very good health"
"Then, what is this all about?"
"You see, sir...he wanted to toss all the resonsabilities on you and live the rest of his life as a really long vacation"
"Heh...hahahahahaha! That bloody gramps. That's so like him. Good grief, there's nothing I can do about it anyway, it seems. Eh, so be it"
"That was all I had to say, sir"
"Thank you Richard. I'm sorry this family puts you through so much work"
"You do not need to be, master Giovanni. It is a great honor for me to serve the Joestar family"
"You are a spectacular person, Richard. I guess I'll talk to you again some other time. Goodbye"
"Goodbye master Giovanni"
"And please, call me Elogio"
"Very well, master Elogio"
Elogio sighed after the conversation was over. He wished Richard wouldn't be so uptight, but then again, it really couldn't be helped. Elogio Giovanni, alias GioGio, continued his walk, his purpose and destination remaining the same.
Meanwhile in a different part of Arezzo, a really strange event took place. Second one that week. A case where someone suddenly became unable to rest and sleep.
@shadowdude505 @Have You Ever Tasted Sand @MainEventMan
@The One Eyed Bandit
Friday, September 2nd, 2016
At the Tiffany pastry, a man was having his breakfast. It was actually a common thing in Italy, having your breakfast at a pastry, and it wasn't like that man was the only one there. But he was quite a peculiar sight. That man was the type to draw attention, but not because of his height or athletic build. It had to do with the color red. He had crimson red hair, wore a crimson red t-shirt and pants, and had a red tribal tattoo on his right arm. At first glace even his eyes seemed red, but they were brown. Everyone looked at him with great curiosity, but only the young woman working at the counter actually started a conversation with him.
"Come al solito, attiri tanta attenzione signor Elogio. Però, capirai, è un bel colore rosso, ma più di tutto, lei è un uomo molto attraente. Heheh"
"Grazie, Angela. Per me questo colore e molto importante. Mi fa ricordare..."
"Ricordare?"
"Sì"
"Di cosa esattamente?"
"De la mia colpa"
"As usual, you attract a lot of attention mister Elogio. It's understandable, though. It's a very beautiful red, but more than anything you are a very attractive man. Heheh"
"Thank you, Angela. This color is very important to me. It makes me remember..."
"Remember?"
"Yes"
"Of what exactly?"
"Of my fault"
"Thank you, Angela. This color is very important to me. It makes me remember..."
"Remember?"
"Yes"
"Of what exactly?"
"Of my fault"
After the brief conversation, which ended on a mysterious note, as the young woman didn't inquire any further, Elogio paid for his breakfast, bid farewell to everyone and exited the pastry. He wanted to visit a certain auto repair shop on Anconetana street, and he needed at least 20 minutes to get there by foot.
It was a warm and sunny day, even if it was September, there were roughly 26 degrees outside, and it would have became slightly hotter later. Elogio enjoyed the fact that Italy was such a warm country. As he was walking and enjoying the beauty of that particular morning, he received a call on his mobile phone.
"Pronto?"
"Greetings, master Giovanni. Am I disturbing?"
"Hello there, Richard. No, you're not disturbing, don't worry. What's the matter?"
"There are multiple things I wish to tell you"
"Its ok, take your time with the explanations"
"Thank you, sir. The first thing that I need to tell you is that your cousin, young master Joshua will be comming to Arezzo soon. He wanted me to tell you that"
"Ah the little airborn JoJo. Haven't seen him in a long time"
"Yes, sir. He heard about what happened around those parts and decided that he wanted to help"
"I will make sure to rent him a room near mine in the Portici hotel"
"Already taken care of, sir"
"Oh, as expected of you Richard"
"I am unworthy of your praise, sir. The second thing I wanted to tell you is that the Speedwagon Foundation has recently found something bizzare in New York"
"Hmm...does it have anything to do with me or the Joestar family?"
"It is highly probable sir. There is a man there who is named Jonah Jones, of the JoJo Detective Agency"
"JoJo? It may be a coincidence, you know?"
"I doubt it sir. After some more research, the people from the Speedwagon Foundation discovered two interesting facts. One is that there is no data regarding mister Jones's family, and the man doesn't remember either, apparently. The other is that he is 23 years old, which is the exact amount of time which passed since that tragedy. Forgive my rudeness, but I belive it is too much of a coincidence"
"Does he have the birthmark?"
"It hasn't been discovered yet. Our men need to act in a way which isn't suspicious"
"Ok, keep me informed on that"
"Will do, master Giovanni. The last thing I wanted to tell you is something which you may find more bizzare than the mystery of Jonah Jones"
"Hmm...what would that be?"
"The old master Joel Joestar decided that you will be the new head of the family"
"Oh...wait...what? Wait just a second. I hope this isn't that old guy's way of saying that doesn't have much to live, is it?"
"No, sir. Old master Joestar is still in very good health"
"Then, what is this all about?"
"You see, sir...he wanted to toss all the resonsabilities on you and live the rest of his life as a really long vacation"
"Heh...hahahahahaha! That bloody gramps. That's so like him. Good grief, there's nothing I can do about it anyway, it seems. Eh, so be it"
"That was all I had to say, sir"
"Thank you Richard. I'm sorry this family puts you through so much work"
"You do not need to be, master Giovanni. It is a great honor for me to serve the Joestar family"
"You are a spectacular person, Richard. I guess I'll talk to you again some other time. Goodbye"
"Goodbye master Giovanni"
"And please, call me Elogio"
"Very well, master Elogio"
Elogio sighed after the conversation was over. He wished Richard wouldn't be so uptight, but then again, it really couldn't be helped. Elogio Giovanni, alias GioGio, continued his walk, his purpose and destination remaining the same.
Meanwhile in a different part of Arezzo, a really strange event took place. Second one that week. A case where someone suddenly became unable to rest and sleep.
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