Kirikeno
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DIMITRI VASSILIADIS
WHAT IS THIS "LAYOUT" YOU SPEAK OF
WHAT IS THIS "LAYOUT" YOU SPEAK OF
- tl;dr : Dimitri's family is made up of assholes of varying degrees.
It's a shame stealing the crowns didn't go exactly as planned. It made Dimitri feel a rare sense of guilt and uselessness because that meant he would be returning home to his little sister with no present or anything. What, his brothers? What about his brothers? Oh, all they need is a good brofist and it's all good. That, or maybe a new gun or two. Anyway, the huge thing with the Head Guardian or something or other was an event Dimitri hadn't accounted for. Not like it's something he would normally consider happening but considering that he attends Raishon, he should have added a variable to the equation to represent any spontaneous interruption that might get in between him and the crowns. Bottom line is, he couldn't get his hands on those jewel-covered crowns that he could probably by a small country with, or a most importantly, let his little sister be a princess for a little while. After that failure was suffered through, all he had to return to in his dorm were those damn animal porn books Takeshi had the nerve of giving him. He reconsidered giving Takeshi the map and instructions to find that whatever it was the map and instructions led to, but Dimitri figured that it would be shame, since it wasn't much of a gift for Takeshi than it was a gift for his entire damn contact list of a fifth of the population of Raishon. Plus, he'd hate to have gone through all that trouble of putting it together for it to be wasted.
A couple of days after wallowing about in slightly more angst than usual, it was time for the redhead to take his flight back to Italy to go about his usual mafia heir business. After gracefully bidding a very kind and gentlemanly farewell to his dearly beloved friend Takeshi with a middle finger all up in his face and an relatively neutral wave to Shinjiro, Dimitri took off via shapeshifting and arrived at the airport just in time to sneak himself into the cargo hold, where he went through his schedule for the upcoming days of terror and destruction. He was also wondering what in the world he was going to do about that present of Nikoleta, but he figured he could probably rob a jewellery shop or two on his way home. That, or he could take the more subtle route and find something in the undergrounds, but where's the fun in that? It doesn't normally result in the breaking of-- no, wait, yes it does. That's generally how Dimitri get's out of paying for anything, really.
Once the plane finally landed, the redhead successfully made his way out of the cargo hold without being seen and began his flight back home. First and foremost, of course, he decided to sneak himself into some enemy territory, which he made a mental note to take over once he regrouped, and began to make his way around the Black Market. As usual, he found many illegal weapons or drugs he could get his hands on pretty easily, but he was looking for something shinier than that. Well, weapons could be pretty damn shiny, but that's not the point. Things were looking pretty dim for him and it didn't look like he'd be able to get his hands on any tiaras or necklaces any time soon. That is, until he bumped into a particular goon who was apparently some sort of hotshot around the area. Dimitri hadn't been too caught up with the new gangs around the area since he's been focusing more on making sure Demon Evans didn't castrate him in his sleep or anything, but at least he sort of knew who the goon was; a sucker who tried to hard to fit in. Luckily for him, the goon was wearing all sorts of shiny crap that he was pretty sure Nikoleta and his mother would take a liking to. Bonus points for beating up a tool to get them.
One thing led to another and Dimitri ended up getting "neck deep in some real s**t" with the guy but really, the redhead - who was disguised as a blond at the time - was just playing around to see just how much loot he had on him. Turns out it was enough to buy a dozen or so kidneys, which the redhead considered to be decent enough. This would probably be the only chance he'd get to find something decent around the place, so with a sucker punch to the face and a knee to the gut, Dimitri went on his merry way with diamonds and rubies in hand, or something valuable like that. He was running pretty late now, seeing as he was supposed to have arrived home a good two hours ago, so he tore through the market and once he was out of sight, used his powers to his advantage to get to the Vassiliadis base as soon as possible; the Vassiliadis Pizzeria. More specifically, the basement that only the Family has access to.
"Mitri~! You're back!" A seemingly innocent little voice exclaimed upon his entry. Perhaps a little embarrassingly, Dimitri didn't even need to bend over in order to life his little sister into his arms. At least he had plenty of strength to even do that in the first place to make up for it...maybe. That's probably when all the jewels would come in handy. "Damn straight I'm back, Picodia." That was a nickname that she was often referred to as. It's a shortened version of "piccolo diavolo," which translates to "little devil." That may seem like a cruel nickname to any other six year old girl, but most six year old girls aren't being trained in the ways of theft and assassination, and most tend not to be pretty damn good at getting the hang of it from the get-go.
"Hey, I got a lil' somethin' for you and Ma. Where's everybody else, anyway?" Just as he asked his question, something came whizzing through the air and right towards him. Instinctively, he leaned back just in time to dodge a knife that was aimed right for the side of his head. More blades cutting through the air could already be heard so without a second thought, Dimitri grabbed Nikoleta and sprouted wings to gain some air. "Cover your ears, Picodia. Things are gonna get a lil' nasty." He murmured while holding her close against his chest. "The ******** is goin' on?!" After countering a number of weapons and dodging some bullets, he grabbed one of the storage boxes and with one fluid swing of his arm, launched it across the room and towards the source of the weapons. "Don't make me turn you all inside out ********]" As his voice echoed across the large room, Dimitri had snapped the brass knuckles he had chained around his neck and equipped them in a blink of an eye. "YOU BETCH'ER SORRY LIL' ASSES YER GONNA WISH YOU NEVER TRIED TO HURT ME OR MY LIL' SIS-- ...Pops, I can see your ******** shitty hair you a** wipe."
As it turns out, his family decided it'd be hilarious to greet Dimitri with a fake ambush. Of course they'd know using Nikoleta as bait would make things go swimmingly. She's just too damn innocent and adorably destructive to not let your guard down around. "Ehehe! We tricked you, Mitri! But you were so cool, and I got to fly~!" Nikoleta cheered as the members who participated in the ambush began to come out of their hidings spots.
First was Mario, the older one of the twins. "Heey, big bro! Lookin' cute as ever. Ahaha!"
Following right after was Luigi. "Ha! Now that's the adorable lil' pouty glare all mafia heirs oughtta have!"
A few steps behind them was their mother, who had a number of knives held delicately between her fingers. "Aw, look at my precious son, sprouting wings like the little melodramatic angel he is!"
And finally, the head of the Vassiliadis Family; Dimitri's father, and notably one hell of a sexy man. "Good to know that school hasn't softened you up, Dimitri! Then again, you're already pretty squishy around the cheeks, what with your baby fat an all."
"Yeah, I hate you all."
A couple of days after wallowing about in slightly more angst than usual, it was time for the redhead to take his flight back to Italy to go about his usual mafia heir business. After gracefully bidding a very kind and gentlemanly farewell to his dearly beloved friend Takeshi with a middle finger all up in his face and an relatively neutral wave to Shinjiro, Dimitri took off via shapeshifting and arrived at the airport just in time to sneak himself into the cargo hold, where he went through his schedule for the upcoming days of terror and destruction. He was also wondering what in the world he was going to do about that present of Nikoleta, but he figured he could probably rob a jewellery shop or two on his way home. That, or he could take the more subtle route and find something in the undergrounds, but where's the fun in that? It doesn't normally result in the breaking of-- no, wait, yes it does. That's generally how Dimitri get's out of paying for anything, really.
Once the plane finally landed, the redhead successfully made his way out of the cargo hold without being seen and began his flight back home. First and foremost, of course, he decided to sneak himself into some enemy territory, which he made a mental note to take over once he regrouped, and began to make his way around the Black Market. As usual, he found many illegal weapons or drugs he could get his hands on pretty easily, but he was looking for something shinier than that. Well, weapons could be pretty damn shiny, but that's not the point. Things were looking pretty dim for him and it didn't look like he'd be able to get his hands on any tiaras or necklaces any time soon. That is, until he bumped into a particular goon who was apparently some sort of hotshot around the area. Dimitri hadn't been too caught up with the new gangs around the area since he's been focusing more on making sure Demon Evans didn't castrate him in his sleep or anything, but at least he sort of knew who the goon was; a sucker who tried to hard to fit in. Luckily for him, the goon was wearing all sorts of shiny crap that he was pretty sure Nikoleta and his mother would take a liking to. Bonus points for beating up a tool to get them.
One thing led to another and Dimitri ended up getting "neck deep in some real s**t" with the guy but really, the redhead - who was disguised as a blond at the time - was just playing around to see just how much loot he had on him. Turns out it was enough to buy a dozen or so kidneys, which the redhead considered to be decent enough. This would probably be the only chance he'd get to find something decent around the place, so with a sucker punch to the face and a knee to the gut, Dimitri went on his merry way with diamonds and rubies in hand, or something valuable like that. He was running pretty late now, seeing as he was supposed to have arrived home a good two hours ago, so he tore through the market and once he was out of sight, used his powers to his advantage to get to the Vassiliadis base as soon as possible; the Vassiliadis Pizzeria. More specifically, the basement that only the Family has access to.
"Mitri~! You're back!" A seemingly innocent little voice exclaimed upon his entry. Perhaps a little embarrassingly, Dimitri didn't even need to bend over in order to life his little sister into his arms. At least he had plenty of strength to even do that in the first place to make up for it...maybe. That's probably when all the jewels would come in handy. "Damn straight I'm back, Picodia." That was a nickname that she was often referred to as. It's a shortened version of "piccolo diavolo," which translates to "little devil." That may seem like a cruel nickname to any other six year old girl, but most six year old girls aren't being trained in the ways of theft and assassination, and most tend not to be pretty damn good at getting the hang of it from the get-go.
"Hey, I got a lil' somethin' for you and Ma. Where's everybody else, anyway?" Just as he asked his question, something came whizzing through the air and right towards him. Instinctively, he leaned back just in time to dodge a knife that was aimed right for the side of his head. More blades cutting through the air could already be heard so without a second thought, Dimitri grabbed Nikoleta and sprouted wings to gain some air. "Cover your ears, Picodia. Things are gonna get a lil' nasty." He murmured while holding her close against his chest. "The ******** is goin' on?!" After countering a number of weapons and dodging some bullets, he grabbed one of the storage boxes and with one fluid swing of his arm, launched it across the room and towards the source of the weapons. "Don't make me turn you all inside out ********]" As his voice echoed across the large room, Dimitri had snapped the brass knuckles he had chained around his neck and equipped them in a blink of an eye. "YOU BETCH'ER SORRY LIL' ASSES YER GONNA WISH YOU NEVER TRIED TO HURT ME OR MY LIL' SIS-- ...Pops, I can see your ******** shitty hair you a** wipe."
As it turns out, his family decided it'd be hilarious to greet Dimitri with a fake ambush. Of course they'd know using Nikoleta as bait would make things go swimmingly. She's just too damn innocent and adorably destructive to not let your guard down around. "Ehehe! We tricked you, Mitri! But you were so cool, and I got to fly~!" Nikoleta cheered as the members who participated in the ambush began to come out of their hidings spots.
First was Mario, the older one of the twins. "Heey, big bro! Lookin' cute as ever. Ahaha!"
Following right after was Luigi. "Ha! Now that's the adorable lil' pouty glare all mafia heirs oughtta have!"
A few steps behind them was their mother, who had a number of knives held delicately between her fingers. "Aw, look at my precious son, sprouting wings like the little melodramatic angel he is!"
And finally, the head of the Vassiliadis Family; Dimitri's father, and notably one hell of a sexy man. "Good to know that school hasn't softened you up, Dimitri! Then again, you're already pretty squishy around the cheeks, what with your baby fat an all."
"Yeah, I hate you all."
It was a few days after he had arrived that Dimitri nearly ended up flying back to Raishon to tear Takeshi apart and throw them across the city. Well, before that, Dimitri was thinking of getting somebody to do that to his own body. On Christmas Day, Nikoleta had been messing around in his room and flipping through his belongings that he brought back from Raishon. She had always been interested in the fantasy world of his school and always dreamed of attending herself but since she has no special powers - at least, they don't think she has any powers - the closest she can get to being a part of the school is by hearing about it from her older brother. Not like he has anything particularly good to say about it, but she seems to like whatever he says about his Academy of Wonders.
"Hey, Picodia. What're you doin' goin' through my books?" He asked while observing her actions from the corner of his eye. Of course, he was more preoccupied with the firearms and weapons he was fixing up before him. If she was looking for notes so that she could imagine what the classes were like, there wasn't a high chance she'd find any of those. Dimitri doesn't always take notes in class but when he does, they're completely illegible. "I don't think you're smart enough to read anythin' you'll find in there, heh." Alright, so she's a pretty good pick-pocketer, but that has nothing to do with her literacy.
"Hey, Mitri! What does "get down and sweaty" mean?"
WARNING: When handling firearms and gunpowder, do not suddenly leave station unattended in a crazy fury in order to prevent relatively innocent little sister from witnessing animal porn.
The next few moments happened in slow motion. As Nikoleta began opening the book that read "How Animals Get Down and Sweaty and Screw Each Other's Brains Out Part 1/Part 2," Dimitri stumbled out of his seat and lunged for the book. How did that even get in his bag? He could have sworn he had already burn that thing. Then again, he was in a pretty big rush to get out of Raishon, so did he stuff it in his bag along with the other books by accident? It must have been Takeshi. That b*****d can get on his nerves even when they're miles away, can't he.
"NIKOLETADROPTHATBOOKRIGHTNOWFORTHELOVEOF--NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO--"
It was too late.
The poor girl's eyes grew wide and her mouth fell agape.
Slowly, Dimitri collapsed onto the ground and slammed his fists into the ground so hard that his room shook.
It was over.
It was all...over.
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"Hey bro, heard some shoutin' goin' on in here. Everythin' okheey, what's this ya got there, Pica?" Pica is the shorter version of Picodia.
"GET THAT THING AWAY FROM HER I SWEAR IT'S NOT MINE YOU KNOW HOW THAT SONOVABITCH TAKESHI IS IT WAS HIM I SWEAR TO-- ******** YOU LUIGI I TOLD YOU NOT TO LOOK AT THAT s**t." Dimitri was covering Nikoleta's ears as he clobbered his younger brother verbally.
Luigi's puzzled expression made Dimitri confused and before long, the book was being held in front of his face. "Dude, s'alright if y'wanna read up on some biology. It's for yer power, ain't it?"
"...What."
Sure enough, after flipping through the pages of the book with a filthy cover, Dimitri discovered that Takeshi had, in fact, gotten his hands on a book detailing some mythical creatures. He immediately pulled out the other book that was given to him and discovered that detailed rare and endangered species.
As his younger siblings stared at their older brother, said older brother scoffed and smirked to himself exhaustedly. "b*****d."
"Hey, Picodia. What're you doin' goin' through my books?" He asked while observing her actions from the corner of his eye. Of course, he was more preoccupied with the firearms and weapons he was fixing up before him. If she was looking for notes so that she could imagine what the classes were like, there wasn't a high chance she'd find any of those. Dimitri doesn't always take notes in class but when he does, they're completely illegible. "I don't think you're smart enough to read anythin' you'll find in there, heh." Alright, so she's a pretty good pick-pocketer, but that has nothing to do with her literacy.
"Hey, Mitri! What does "get down and sweaty" mean?"
WARNING: When handling firearms and gunpowder, do not suddenly leave station unattended in a crazy fury in order to prevent relatively innocent little sister from witnessing animal porn.
The next few moments happened in slow motion. As Nikoleta began opening the book that read "How Animals Get Down and Sweaty and Screw Each Other's Brains Out Part 1/Part 2," Dimitri stumbled out of his seat and lunged for the book. How did that even get in his bag? He could have sworn he had already burn that thing. Then again, he was in a pretty big rush to get out of Raishon, so did he stuff it in his bag along with the other books by accident? It must have been Takeshi. That b*****d can get on his nerves even when they're miles away, can't he.
"NIKOLETADROPTHATBOOKRIGHTNOWFORTHELOVEOF--NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO--"
It was too late.
The poor girl's eyes grew wide and her mouth fell agape.
Slowly, Dimitri collapsed onto the ground and slammed his fists into the ground so hard that his room shook.
It was over.
It was all...over.
...
...
...
...
"Hey bro, heard some shoutin' goin' on in here. Everythin' okheey, what's this ya got there, Pica?" Pica is the shorter version of Picodia.
"GET THAT THING AWAY FROM HER I SWEAR IT'S NOT MINE YOU KNOW HOW THAT SONOVABITCH TAKESHI IS IT WAS HIM I SWEAR TO-- ******** YOU LUIGI I TOLD YOU NOT TO LOOK AT THAT s**t." Dimitri was covering Nikoleta's ears as he clobbered his younger brother verbally.
Luigi's puzzled expression made Dimitri confused and before long, the book was being held in front of his face. "Dude, s'alright if y'wanna read up on some biology. It's for yer power, ain't it?"
"...What."
Sure enough, after flipping through the pages of the book with a filthy cover, Dimitri discovered that Takeshi had, in fact, gotten his hands on a book detailing some mythical creatures. He immediately pulled out the other book that was given to him and discovered that detailed rare and endangered species.
As his younger siblings stared at their older brother, said older brother scoffed and smirked to himself exhaustedly. "b*****d."
As much fun as it was, learning how to turn into a gryphons and dragons and whatnot, Dimitri was pretty glad he was-- ah, who am I kidding, he's as cantankerous as ever but yeah, the fact that he cold sort of sustain the form of a gryphon made him less angry. Nearing the end of the break, that damn school psychologist breathing down his neck about that appointment he was supposed to have when he got back to Raishon made him even grumpier than usual, and probably secretly scared shitless. Dimitri has a sort of mental list ranking females and their how much threat they pose against him. Of course, Demon Evans takes the number one slot without hesitation, but Ms. Hallows is pretty damn high up there, too. As much as he'd love to just fly out of the school or hire a hitman to maybe get rid of that creepy woman for a while, he figured that a woman as creepy as her would have some way of tracking him down, tying him up, and forcing him to sit through a session of whatever it is she does. Talking about feelings, probably, which isn't really hard when it comes to Dimitri. There's a damn good chance that when you're asking him how he's feeling, he'll say something along the lines of "I'm feelin' just about ready to tear your ******** face off, punk." It doesn't get any simpler than that.
"I got it from here." He said to the sgarrista of his Family that offered him a ride from the airport to Raishon. Normally Dimitri could carry his own luggage and fly from the airport, but he didn't want to spend any energy when he knew he'd have an exhausting day ahead of him. He didn't even bother checking who he had the pleasure of sharing a dorm with this time around, but nothing could be worst than Takeshi and his damn stink bombs. I swear if he gets any funky-smelling s**t around that present... Then again, that gift should be pretty damn useful, so Dimitri was pretty confident that Takeshi wouldn't be trying to screw around with it any time soon. After tossing his bags into his new room, he began to trudge his way down to Ms. Hallow's office. He really, really didn't want to go, but he figured it was like ripping off a band-aid; just get it over it with one fast tug. Except this was more prolonged, involved a scary woman, and was in a closed area where escape made be impossible. How exciting.
Finally, the redhead approached the dreaded door where on the other side, a devastating being was sure to maim him psychologically. Dimitri took a deep breath, clenched his jaw, and swung the door open.
"Alright, let's get this s**t over ********]"
Why, hello there, Harumi Evans.
Fancy meeting you here.