disgrace. | jacinta, valentino, & marina [77th]

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disgrace. | jacinta, valentino, & marina [77th] May 15, 2020 5:41:38 GMT -5

Post by я𝑜𝓈𝑒 on May 15, 2020 5:41:38 GMT -5

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forty years since you washed ashore
carried out of the sea
on the mast of a man-o-war
that once brought you to me

Jacinta is waiting in the Justice Building, her back facing to the door, when it suddenly bursts open. She jolts at the sudden disturbance and turns around to see her father, who has just violently swung the doors open, march into the room, her mother in tow.

He doesn't need to say anything for her to know that he is angry. She can see the fire in his eyes, the fury that twists his features. Jacinta gave no warning, no notice that she had intentions to volunteer. She did not even know she was going to until it was her friend whose name was called.

"Father, I know you must be upset but," Jacinta says, her tone defensive, "this — this was the right thing to do. Please don't be angry."

throw your overcoat over a chair
and lay all your lazybones down
may this night keep you here
til tomorrow

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disgrace. | jacinta, valentino, & marina [77th] May 15, 2020 18:53:00 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on May 15, 2020 18:53:00 GMT -5

valentino //

He can barely look at her, the disgust evident in more than just the slam of the door. Marina stands behind him, always to watch and he isn't able to tear his eyes away either. Not as she talks, not as his chest rises and falls in the beat of his heavy nostril breathing. Jacinta is every bit defensive as he is offensive, and it is ever more disappointing.

"You don't get to say this is the right thing," it's sharp, pushed from his diaphragm as he holds his anger in his balled fists. Usually, he's a well composed man in the justice building, but now it's just family. "I have given you everything, worked for everything so you wouldn't have to," held this district, their last name, held Jacinta together by a string.

"And-and- you think it's just a game, Jacinta, you're going to die!

On national television, no damn less."

There's a shame laced into his words, a grief, a starving hunger. Valentino clenches his jaw, staring her down with furred brows and wide eyes. "You won't live long enough to regret this stupid, stupid mistake, and- and for what-" his voice booms through the room, loud as it escapes under the door and echoing in the hall. "A fucking FRIEND!?" And it's then that he regrets not being harder. Not ironing out a pathetic suicide note misguided as something amiable, a stupid, stupid girl.

Empathy kills all the same, it seems.

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disgrace. | jacinta, valentino, & marina [77th] May 17, 2020 13:08:10 GMT -5

Post by gamemaker 💀 hades lochlan on May 17, 2020 13:08:10 GMT -5

^{M A R I N A S A L A Z A R}

"Don't forget to tell her," Marina said, voice quiet and tone even. Her eyes peered around her to ensure no one close enough was listening and she let her hand fall to her husband's shoulder as they walked. "That you've given her every single thing she has wanted, that she has had a life most in Seven would dream of having-" Marina herself had once been one of them: rags for clothes, hopeful for a management position in a paper mill because it was less dangerous that being a lumberjack.

She knew what it was like to live without- truly live without. Her children, spoiled little creatures, liked to pretend they had it hard. Everyone loves to be a victim, she supposed. She could say from experience that it was a lot more convenient to sob into silk sheets.

"And that she has just thrown it down the drain for some stupid little new-money tart!" Nevermind that Marina and Valentino were now out a large sum of money, some poor girl somewhere laughing with a big wad of cash in her pocket because Jacinta had invalidated the entire agreement that had put it there in the first place. She scoffed as the doors opened.

She waited until her husband was done speaking, proud of how much conviction he'd said it with.

"Friend," she said, voice full of humor. It said a lot more than just the word friend when she said it, like what she was actually saying was: As if any of those snot-nosed brats actually care about anything other than your money, Dear.

"Our daughter the martyr. I must say, Jacinta, really I could've seen this from Luzia or maybe Sebastien. But you? I'm filled with..." She pursed her lips, voice even and cold and calculated as she searched for the most accurate word.

"Disappointment. Yet again."

^{I AM A GARDEN OF BLACK AND RED AGONIES}

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disgrace. | jacinta, valentino, & marina [77th] May 17, 2020 13:31:57 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on May 17, 2020 13:31:57 GMT -5

valentino //

"Really I could've seen this from Luzia or maybe Sebastien, but you? I'm filled with..." his wife says, and he tries to regain his composure as she speaks, hardly. He's been too lenient with his appearance, obviously, too soft- there's too many mistakes in that sentence. Luzia, Jaci, Sebastien, hell, he could have seen Elana and Violetta doing the very same if they weren't so afraid.

He can't tell who's giving him more- "disappointment.

Yet again."

And he is once again reminded that his wife is the most competent person in his life. Even more so than himself, as he's slipped in his later years; Marina keeps them afloat. Valentino feels nothing more but shame in this moment, as he watches between his wife and Jacinta. Their oldest child looks near responsive and- "don't speak yet, we're not done." He holds his hand up at her, waiting for his wife's last exhale.

"Before you run off and die believing yourself something noble, remember that we have done nothing but kept you safe, Jacinta, in every way you could have ever been." Each word a self projected demise, nothing but rejection in the tone of his voice. "And when you sleep in a puddle of your own blood because we aren't there to save you, again, remember that you volunteered your name- only you and your own narcissism got you there."

And she will die by her own name. No longer apart of this family; Valentino attempts to come to terms with the fact that she may have never been. "You may speak," he says, with a fold of his hand.