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 Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2005 8:15 am
Amparo Fernandez's Changelings JournalWe're all in trouble now... Antonio's a child!  Stage: Child Affinity: Shadow Type: Sidhe Gender: Male Abilities: Unknown Don't know what a Changeling is? Visit the Main Shop. Thank you to ANYA! for implementing the diary system. This is a Changeling Journal for Amparo Fernandez. Please do not post here without permission from her.
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Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2005 8:31 am
[1] Jaden's Post
[2] Navigation
[3] Rules
[4] Journal Records
[5] Roleplay Records
[6] Antonio's Profile
[7] Antonio's Abilities
[8] Antonio's History
[9] Family
[10] Friends and Enemies
[11] Gallery
[12] Inventory
[13] Disclaimer
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Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2005 8:32 am
1. Do Not Ask To Purchase Antonio or his Children. For one, Antonio is mine. I won him, fair and square. Besides, the changelings don't cost anything, so go there and use your own time and effort to attempt to get a changeling during a flatsale or contest. Secondly, Antonio is still growing. He can't have children! If or when he does have children, I will decide what to do then. Not any sooner.
2. Do Not Post Unless You Have Permission. Unless you are dropping off a gift, or invited, please do not post. If you are dropping off a gift, please keep it one post short, and try not to interupt any roleplaying going on. PLEASE PM ME ABOUT GIFTS IF YOU ARE NOT PART OF THE GUILD. I will reserve a spot for you, thanks, since this is a guild and you cannot post without membership. Common courtesy, please. I'd like to keep this journal neat, savvy?
3. Do not steal the banners or pictures! Not all of them are mine (like the relic..). I only made the banners, and if you steal those: I will hurt you. Severely. I made those myself in Jasc's Photoshop. The relic was made by Jaden (who I love forever. XPPP), so if you steal that: Not only will I report you, I will send the army of s after you! He spent time on this art for me. Don't try to take it as your own. It just isn't smart.
4. DO NOT STEAL THE CONCEPT! It's rude, it's ignorant, and this concept IS original, despite having ties with the myths of Camelot. I spent a lot of time figuring Antonio out, and am STILL figuring out his history and everything. So please do not steal the concept of Antonio. I will report you. No questions asked.
PLEASE NOTE: These rules CAN and most likely WILL CHANGE when time comes.
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Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2005 8:33 am
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Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2005 8:35 am
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Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2005 8:36 am
  Full Name: Antonio Crow
Nickname: 'Tonio
Birth Date: March 5, 2005
Astrological Sign and Details: Pisces. Imaginative and sensitive. Compassionate and kind. Selfless and unworldly. Intuitive and sympathetic. On the dark side.... Escapist and idealistic. Secretive and vague. Weak-willed and easily led.
Birth Place: Unknown.
Age: Child.
Race: Sidhe Faerie.
Hair Color: Black with Blue Streaks.
Hair Style: Down, tied back.
Shape and Features of Face: Distinct, very strong jaw, lean.
Eye Color: Silver.
Skin Tone: Black. Literally.
Any Scars or Distinguishing Marks: Three circles under his left eye. Moon-shape on his forehead.
Build or Body Type: Lean, 'tiny' build.
Height: About 3'7
Weight: About 80 pounds.
Family and Childhood
Mother: Real Mother- Morgana Le Fay. First Adopted Mother- Eileen Crow. Current Mother- Amparo Fernandez.
Father: Unknown. Adopted Father- Jonathan Maciber.
Parents' Occupations: Amparo works as a free-lance assassin and illegal racer. Jonathan is a bounty hunter.
Family Finances: Amparo's money as an assassin and racer, plus money from the family cafe.
Brothers: None.
Sisters: None.
Other Close Family: None.
Best Friend: N/A
Other Friends: None really.
Pets: None.
Home Life During Childhood: Filled in when Antonio grows into a teenager.
Any Sports or Clubs: None.
Schooling: Home-schooling.
Favorite Subject: Art.
Popular or Loner: Loner.
Important Experiences or Events: Eileen's Death.
Health Problems: None.
Antonio's Personality
Bad Habits: Gnaws on his finger, plays with his hair a lot in thought, constantly tries to be alone.
Strong Points: He's a coy business man, and has a strong poker face.
Temperament: Easily annoyed, hard to anger.
Attitude: Easily annoyed, general hardass, tries to boss people around.
Weakness: Eileen Crow, his 'mother'.
Fears: Being alone.
Secrets: He's not as mean as he seems.
Regrets: Really, nothing yet.
Feels Vulnerability When: Alone.
Pet Peeves: Stupid people. Literally. He hates people who act stupid.
Conflicts: With himself, and with socializing.
Motivation: His Mother.
Goals and Hopes: To be the best.
Sexuality: N/A
Exercise Routine: Basic push-ups, sit ups, curl ups.
Speech: Very proper for a child. Makes sure his pronunciation is right and everything.
Tag Words: "Effing All." "To the last depth of Hell."
Gestures: Glaring. Arched eyebrow.
Day or Night Person: Night
Introvert or Extrovert: Introvert, really. Except for certain issues.
Optimist or Pessimist: Pessimist. He sees the worst in people.
Likes and Styles
Music: Classical music.
Books: Eragon Book.
Foods: Cake, chocolate, anything sweet.
Drinks: Apple Cider. Wine.
Animals: Foxes. Crows.
Sports: Dodgeball, laser tag.
Color: Red, black, dark blue.
Clothing: Anything red, tailored, or business-suit-y.
Jewelry: Any sort of Ring or Bracelet.
Games: Beyond Good and Evil.
TV Shows: Night Stalker.
Movies: The Brother's Grimm.
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Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2005 8:37 am
 Antonio's Abilities
As a Baby: As a baby, the only real ability that Antonio had was to look completely innocent even when he wasn't. But all babies have that, don't that? >.>;;...
As a Toddler: As a Toddler, Antonio is beginning to show vague abilities. He seems to be keen on tempting others to complete random misdeeds, but I don't know if this is because of his bloodline or something else.
As a Child: As a Child, Antonio is beginning to show a somewhat professional demeanor. He sees everyone as a sort of client, and takes his life seriously for the most part. It's not unusual for Antonio to try and tempt someone into doing something naughty, just to know he can do it. His need to play the Devil's Advocate seems to be growing. He's also beginning to show a distinct interest in magick. Antonio is also beginning to show an ability to 'see' physical injuries or imperfections on a person's body. He doesn't know why, or how he sees them, but he can sense them.
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Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2005 8:39 am
 Antonio's History Thusfar
This older family of Fae raised the little boy, but they knew what would soon happen to their world. And because of this, they sought out a human caretaker for the little Prince.
Eileen came across an Antique shop, run by the funny little Satyr, Jaden. Jaden gave her a sword relic, and gave her strict instructions to keep it outdoors. As odd as the request was, Eileen agreed. She just didn't know that it would grace her with a child.
After a few nights, Eileen spotted foot tracks around the sword. Instead of tampering with it, she left it. And the next time she checked on the old weapon? It was gone. In it's place was the young, dark colored Prince of Faeries. Wailing his little heart out.
Eileen took the child into her home, seeking out to raising the child as her own. Neither of them knew of Antonio's lineage, or his real name (Kaelin), even. Eileen named him Antonio, and both are dependent on one another, despite the odd questions that arise about the young faerie.
However... Eileen wasn't the safest person to have a kid, and all who knew her knew that. Eventually, the men she hunted hunted her down, and in a bold move, her friend Jonathan was ordered to take Antonio and run. Jonathan went to the only person he knew would help Antonio and himself out: Amparo Fernandez.
Amparo agreed to help raise the boy, if only because of the favor owed to the late Eileen Crow. Amparo just didn't know what she was getting herself into, unfortunately enough.
Antonio, the hard little boy of Eileen Crow, demanded to see Eileen the day he woke after the incident. He was taken by a hesitant Jonathan, and found the body of Eileen crow, severely battered and bruised, and unfortunately dead. Antonio spent a few days mourning, before venturing out to meet his 'new' mother, Amparo Fernandez.
In his opinion, she is a nice woman. But something seems off about her. She's not what she seems, he figures. He also began to see bits of red glowing around her body. Specifically in her left lung. Antonio hasn't figured out what this means, but he figures it can't be good, and whatever it is must be what's ailing her. He only wonders if, since he can see it, he can also heal it.
Through Amparo, Antonio has met a woman named Carmen, who is presumably his great-grandmother. Carmen is a witch, much like Claire or Amparo (his grandmum and his adoptive mother) but she seems more... in tune with her power. She's already told Antonio to come around whenever he needs advice, and gave him a stone with a circle through it, which Antonio has stringed and is now wearing as a necklace
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Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2005 8:40 am
 
Meaning of Name: Amparo is a Spanish name meaning 'Protection, Shelter'.
Nickname: Sicarius, Amp. Sicarius is her job-name, which is Latin for 'An assassin'.
Birth Date: April 17, 1986
Astrological Sign and Details: Aries; Adventurous and energetic, courageous, confident, quick-witted, selfish, quick-tempered, impulsive, impatient, daredevil.
Birth Place: The Streets of Durem, Gaia.
Age: 19 years old.
Race: 50-percent Hispanic, 50-percent English witch.
Hair Color: Brown.
Hair Style: Long, straight, kept down.
Shape and Features of Face: Oval face, with a gentle nose, rosy cheeks, and a somewhat large forehead.
Eye Color: Blue-green, a mixture of both her father's bright green eyes, and her mother's soft blue ones.
Skin Tone: Somewhat dark tan.
Any Scars or Distinguishing Marks: None.
Build or Body Type: Slim, very lean. Keeps in shape because of job. Generally smaller than average build.
Height: 5'7
Weight: 121 pounds.
Mother: Claudia Fernandez.
Father: Julio 'Jules' Fernandez.
Parents' Occupations: Claudia runs a small fortune-telling shop out of their cafe in Durem, on the second floor. Julio works in a mechanic's shop, and also works for his mother 'Alumna Carmen' at her cafe.
Family Finances: On top of the money Julio rakes in from illegal races and working on cars at the mechanic's shop, Claudia rakes in money from her fortunes. It doesn't add up to much, but it's enough to keep them all going.
Brothers: None.
Sisters: None.
Other Close Family: Amparo's grandmother, Alumna Carmen Fernandez.
Best Friend: Alumna Carmen, and her mother Claudia.
Other Friends: None, really. Amparo's a family girl.
Pets: She had a fish named Carlos, but it died.
Home Life During Childhood: Although money was tight when she was a child, they were always with love, and fun times. Alumna Carmen lived with them at the time, instead of living on the third floor in an apartment above her cafe Carmen and Claudia took to teaching Amparo the ways of witchcraft at a young age, so she was brought up around rituals and routines. Then her father began to take her to the races, so now she had rituals, routines, and races to keep her going.
Any Sports or Clubs: She worked in the auto-mechanics club for a while.
Schooling: Amparo went to a public school right up until she graduated, although she was singled out because of her odd family.
Favorite Subject: Physical Education.
Popular or Loner: Most definitely a loner.
Important Experiences or Events: Her first big race was the biggest experience. Her father finally let her race a car he'd been working on. They won a cool 5k in that race, and she raced for him right until her 18th birthday, in which her uncle Carlos took her under his wing to become a Sicarius, or assassin.
Health Problems: None. Amparo was taken to the doctors whenever they could afford it, to make sure their little Amparo wasn't ill.
Culture: Hispanic, some English, but mostly Hispanic and Mystic.
Religion: Witchcraft.
Bad Habits: She gnaws on her fingers when she's nervous. She's generally loud and easily irritable.
Strong Points: She's very determined when given with a task. She takes care of those she considers family, and no one else. She doesn't trust easy, but when she does trust someone, it's very strong. She's a good ally to have.
Temperament: She is very easily annoyed. She's loud, proud, and says what she means. And only what she means. She can be blunt, and when she's mad, she doesn't care about sharing it with everyone.
Attitude: She's very blunt, very loud, very into herself. She doesn't care that people know it or don't. She's very wild-child, because her parents didn't believe in discipline, so much as expecting her to know what's wrong and what's right in their eyes.
Weakness: She's afraid of disappointing her family
Fears: Losing her family, since they're all she has.
Secrets: She's an assassin and a racer for her father's illegal underground racing gigs.
Regrets: She can't say she has any. Amparo doesn't believe in really regretting anything. You make a mistake; you learn from it, you move on. That's all there is to it.
Feels Vulnerability When: She feels vulnerable when she has to do something on her own, and she knows that her parents expect her to do it well.
Pet Peeves: She can't stand when people pop their gum, or when people accuse her of lying.
Conflicts: She can't really figure out if what she does is for herself, or for her family.
Motivation: Her motivation is just to live day-by-day and make enough money to keep herself afloat. And, of course, learn all she can from her family.
Goals and Hopes: Amparo doesn't really see the point in goals. Sure, when it comes to material goals, she has some, but otherwise she just tries to live day-by-day.
Sexuality: Bisexual, with a tendency towards men.
Exercise Routine: Numerous pushups, chin-ups on her closet rack, three laps around the backyard, and generally walking everywhere she can.
Speech: Generally? It's Spanglish. She speaks more Spanish than English sometimes, but it generally intermingles to create 'Spanglish'.
Tag Words: 'Ay dios mios.' 'For ******** sake.' 'For the love of everything that is Cursable.'
Gestures: Middle finger, 'ok' symbol with thumb and forefinger.
Day or Night Person: Most certainly a night person. She works generally at night, because it makes it all the more comfortable.
Introvert or Extrovert: Introvert with some things, but generally extrovert, looking to her mother and grandmother and uncle and father for acceptance.
Optimist or Pessimist: Somewhat pessimistic, with some optimistic tendencies. She didn't have the best life financially, but because of her rich childhood, she's not bitter about it. But she doesn't go out of her way to look at just the bad things or just the good things.
Favorite Music: It can range from hard techno beats, to soft classical music, depending on her mood. She generally likes the hard techno beats more, though.
Favorite Books: Shattering Mirror, Midnight Predator, and In the Forests of the Night, all by Amelia Atwater-Rhodes.
Favorite Foods: Anything with Hispanic origins, spicy foods, French pastries.
Favorite Drinks: Arbor Mist wine-coolers, Pepsi, Coca Cola.
Favorite Animals: Black cats, parakeets, greyhounds.
Favorite Sports: Basketball, football.
Favorite Color: Gray and Purple.
Favorite Clothing: Jeans, tank tops, boots. The basics.
Favorite Jewelry: Locket given to her by her Alumna Carmen. It holds a bit of power from every witch in her family. When she turns twenty-one, she too will add her power to the locket.
Favorite Games: Tic-tac-toe, solitaire, blackjack, dodge ball, football, illegal auto-racing.
Favorite TV Shows: None.
Favorite Movies: None, really.
Hex Code: #000000
Meaning of Name: Jonathan means 'Gift of God' in Hebrew.
Nickname: Jon, Jonny, Uncle Jon.
Birth Date: February 14, 1979
Astrological Sign and Details: Aquarius. Humanitarian, reserved, studious, unassuming, friendly, solitary, contemplative.
Birth Place: London, England
Age: 26
Race: Human
Hair Color: Dirty, dark blond.
Hair Style: Cropped somewhat short, but with enough hair to spike somewhat upwards. Reference picture.
Shape and Features of Face: His face is oval-shaped, and his jaw is strong. He also has a strong nose.
Eye Color: Dark blue.
Skin Tone: Pale tan.
Any Scars or Distinguishing Marks: A scar over his left eyebrow.
Build or Body Type: Lean, but somewhat muscular.
Height: 6'1
Weight: 215lbs.
Mother: Abigail Marie-Antonette Maciber
Father: Jonathan Maciber III
Parents' Occupations: Abigail is a stay-at-home mother. Jonathan works as a CEO for a business that deals in musician deals.
Family Finances: Very well off. The family is rich from Jonathan III's finances, and the family fortune.
Brothers: None.
Sisters: None.
Other Close Family: None.
Best Friend: Chelsae Patterson.
Other Friends: A few friends through high school, that's it.
Pets: None.
Home Life During Childhood: Jonathan had a pretty well-off childhood. He was doted on by his family's servants, and had money to spend willingly. He hated it. He hated being the rich kid in the group, and tried to get out of his 'duties' as often as he could.
Any Sports or Clubs: None. He was a juvenile delinquit.
Schooling: Three boarding schools and one private Catholic school. Kicked out of all four.
Favorite Subject: Phys. Ed
Popular or Loner: Loner
Important Experiences or Events: Meeting Chelsae, who got him into the bounty hunting business.
Health Problems: None.
Culture: English.
Religion: Catholic, but not a very firm believer.
Bad Habits: He tends to play with his hair a lot.
Strong Points: He's a sweetheart, and a romantic guy in his own way.
Temperament: His anger is very rare to see.
Attitude: He's the sort of cowardly goofball that everyone loves. Minus the cowardly part. He isn't a coward, so much as if he doesn't have a part in something, he won't participate. He's very self-involved most of the time.
Weakness: He tends to not be able to keep secrets. He also has a problem with Antonio becoming a felon like himself and Amparo. He won't speak up, but he's not too fond of the idea.
Fears: Losing Antonio like he did Eileen.
Secrets: He loved Eileen. It wasn't a very good secret.
Regrets: He regrets leaving Eileen alone. He regrets forsaking his education. He regrets a lot of things.
Feels Vulnerability When: Eileen is brought up.
Pet Peeves: He hates disloyalty and dishonesty. Imagine that, an ex-thief, a con man, and a bounty hunter, manages to hate dishonesty.
Conflicts: He's trying very hard to remain asexual and loyal to Eileen, who died recently.
Motivation: Just staying alive day-to-day.
Goals and Hopes: To keep Antonio safe, and to get the hell out of Amparo's apartment.
Sexuality: Thinks he's straight, but isn't.
Exercise Routine: Very random.
Speech: Very precise, tends to babble.
Tag Words: "I said what?" "I didn't say that." "I didn't touch it." "I didn't do it!"
Gestures: Talking with his hands is the only really noticeable gesture.
Day or Night Person: Night.
Introvert or Extrovert: Introvert.
Optimist or Pessimist: An optimistic pessimistic. He can see the good side of things, but prefers not to so he won't be disappointed.
Favorite Music: It depends. Mostly it's alternating.
Favorite Books: He doesn't like to read.
Favorite Foods: Italian, Spicy.
Favorite Drinks: Anything alcoholic.
Favorite Animals: Foxes.
Favorite Sports: Football, Basketball.
Favorite Color: Dark blue, white, black.
Favorite Clothing: Jeans and a tee-shirt.
Favorite Jewelry: Eileen's gold bracelet.
Favorite Games: None.
Favorite TV Shows: None.
Favorite Movies: Walk the Line
Hex Code: #2F4F4F
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Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2005 8:41 am
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Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2005 8:42 am
  The Sword Relic that brought Antonio to life. Antonio, first found by Eileen, in the small circle of trees outside her home. Antonio, a mischievious little toddler, ready to cause Havoc. Antonio, a business-esque child who copes with loss with a face of stone.
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Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2005 8:43 am
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Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2005 8:45 am
The relic/baby/toddler/child/teen/adult: The images of these stages are hand-drawn and colored by Jaden Silvermoon.
The Banners: The banners are made by me. That's why their so pathetic.
The small icons of the children/relics: Made by Jaden. >.>.
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Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2005 10:55 am
How Antonio Came to Amparo Eileen Crow "Eileen I don't think this is safe." Eileen sighed at Jonathan's protest, and turned, kissing him hard.
"Look, I don't like doing it any more than you do, Jon. But I need you to do this for me." She watched him carefully. "It isn't safe. I have to go."
"But Eileen--"
"I know a friend. She'll keep Antonio safe for me. I want you to help her." Jonathan watched her quietly, gnawing on his lip uneasily.
"I'm going to miss you."
"Oh Jonathan." Eileen rolled her eyes and hugged him, sighing. "It's not forever." She promised, smiling at him gently. "I'll be back."
Jonathan nodded a little, and hugged her tight. "I just... be careful, okay? Please?"
"Of course, Jon." She grinned, and drew back, starting for the door. She opened it, and looked at him. "Take him, go see Amparo. Please?" She whispered, biting her lip and watching him.
Jonathan nodded, and went upstairs, picking up Antonio and grabbing the bag they'd packed before. Eileen stopped him, and dropped in a few gifts for Antonio, and then nodded to them.
"Go. I'll be fine." She heard a crash from the back of the house, and winced. "Go now."
Jonathan turned towards it, but Eileen grabbed his shoulder. "Go. Jonathan, please."
"You be safe." Jonathan ordered, kissing her again. She returned the kiss briefly, before shoving him out the door. She closed it, and turned towards the intruder, eyes narrowed.
Jonathan didn't look back, afraid of what he'd see if he did. He heard a gunshot, and winced, glancing back slightly. He looked down at Antonio, who was still asleep, and started running for the car.
Jonathan got to the car and set Antonio in the back, covering him up gently. "It's gonna be okay, 'Tonio." He promised, kissing his forehead. He brushed the boy's hair aside, and then got in the driver's seat, staring up at the house. Watching.
Eileen lied. She wasn't safe. The intruder continued to tear through the house. But Jonathan didn't see Eileen's shadow. He put the car into reverse, and sped away from the house, starting to drive to Durem.
He was told to take Antonio to Amparo, and stay with them.
It was the least he could do for Eileen. He reached down absently, and grabbed a silver coin that dangled around his neck, driving to Durem.
"I love you, Jonathan."
"I know."
"Promise me something."
"What?"
"If something ever happens... you take Antonio, and you keep him safe."
"Eileen, everything'll be fine."
"Just promise me that."
"I promise, Eileen."
Jonathan rubbed his eyes quietly, and continued driving. He made a promise, one that he fully intended to keep. He glanced back quietly at the sleeping form, and smiled sadly. "I'm sorry, Antonio." He whispered, reaching back to brush his hair out of his face.
Antonio frowned in his sleep and rolled over, nuzzling into the leather interior of the car.
After what seemed like hours, Jonathan arrived at Amparo's apartment. He got out, and picked up Antonio and the bag, starting inside.
Amparo Fernandez was sitting inside, going through her papers on what jobs had to be done. She looked up when someone knocked on the door, and frowned, grabbing her gun and walking to the door.
The door opened, and Jonathan was met with a gun to the face. He grinned crookedly. "Heya, Amp."
Amparo eyed Jonathan, and then the boy. It clicked. "She's... oh no. Oh, Jon I'm sorry." Amparo dropped the gun carelessly and hugged Jonathan, careful of the boy in his arms.
Jonathan shrugged lightly. "She told me... She told me you'd help."
"Hell yes." Amparo smiled a little. "Come in, come in." She moved aside, letting Jonathan carry Antonio in. "Is this her little boy?"
"Mmhm." He set Antonio down in Amparo's room, on the bed. Amparo watched Antonio quietly, as Jonathan stood behind her, an arm around her waist. "You'll take care of him?"
"For her? I'd do anything." She turned in Jonathan's arms, eying him. "Are you okay?"
"No, I'm not." He admitted, smiling sheepishly. "But I'm gonna stay, if that's alright. Eileen wants me to take care of him."
"So we'll be raising him together." Amparo arched an eyebrow.
Jonathan nodded a little, and smiled at her. "Hope that's not a problem."
"Pff. If I had a problem with you, I'd have settled it in Cairo." She smiled at him, before walking back to the living room. "So, fill me in."
Jonathan sighed. "Coffee?"
"Sure." Amparo walked to the kitchen, making the coffee and then coming out, holding out the mug. Jonathan was in the chair, already asleep. Amparo arched an eyebrow, and sighed with a smile, covering Jonathan up. "You can tell me tomorrow." She whispered, smoothing his hair away.
"What do you want outta life, Eileen? You're so damn complicated."
"I want safety for my kid."
"He ain't never gonna be safe if you keep ******** around like this."
"Then I guess, when time comes, Amparo can show me her gratitude and take care of him."
"But Amparo's worse off than you."
"Yeah, but she's got a family. She can take care of him."
"Antonio might not like her."
"I doubt that highly."
"Eileen, you should get outta--"
"I can't get outta this, Jonathan. Just trust me. If anything happens, you take him to Amparo, and you keep him safe."
"..." Sigh. "I will."
"Good. I love you."
"I love you too." A kiss, and then Eileen was gone.
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Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2005 1:22 pm
Discovering the Lost A Sad Discovery Antonio woke up, and felt like something was missing. He sat up in the comfortable bed that very clearly wasn't his, and glanced around quietly. He wasn't at home. Where was he? Where was Eileen? An odd sense of foreboding filled him as he rose, and stumbled barefoot out of the bedroom. He looked up and down the short hallway, before seeing a figure on the couch through the living room that looked familiar.
Jonathan.
He walked towards Jonathan, rubbing his fingers through his hair, and stopped, looking around with a frown. That sense of something missing was there again, and he nudged Jonathan. "Uncle Jon?" He asked quietly, rubbing his nose.
Jonathan shifted, and opened an eye, watching Antonio. "... Hey, Antonio..." He greeted, sitting up slowly and watching him.
"Where are we?" Antonio asked, yawning quietly. Jonathan smiled sadly.
"At a friend's."
"Where's Mom?"
Jonathan winced, watching Antonio. "Antonio... Eileen... she..." He winced a little, looking away. Antonio felt as if his heart was going to stop.
"Where is she, Uncle Jon..." He asked slowly, his hands at his sides beginning to clench into fists. Jonathan reached out, to grab his fist.
"Antonio--"
"No! Where is she!"
"Antonio she's--"
"NO!" He ripped his fist away, turning and kicking the chair beside him. Jonathan bit his lip and rose, rubbing his neck quietly while Antonio took out his rage on the chair. Finally he turned. "I want to see her."
"Antonio I don't--"
"I want. To see her." He demanded, his silver eyes stormy. Jonathan sighed and nodded.
"Alright, Antonio. We'll go see if we can find her." He turned, grabbing his keys quietly. Antonio was already out the door and running downstairs, to try and get to the car. Jonathan followed, and got in, driving back to the house.
Antonio saw the broken windows, the doorframe that no longer hosted an oak door, and got out of the car as soon as it stopped. He ran inside, looking around the house. It was torn apart, and blood decorated some of the walls. "Mom!" He called, starting to run up to the stairs. "MOM!"
Jonathan followed him inside quietly, standing in the living room and staring at a picture of Eileen. Antonio remained up on the second floor of the house, tearing apart the various rooms. "Mom! Mom where are you!" Finally, he ran down the stairs, in tears. "She's not here!"
"I told you, Antonio."
Antonio refused to believe she was actually gone, shaking his head furiously. "She's gotta be outside."
"Antonio, damnit." Jonathan tried to stop the boy, who was already outside. Jonathan followed him outside, sighing tiredly.
Antonio ran out to the yard, searching every inch of the backyard that he could. He finally stopped in the small circle of trees that had once been host to the sword relic that brought him to Eileen's arms. Antonio felt his heart stop beating, staring at the lump that had once been Eileen Crow. He stepped forward, staring at the body.
It was a lump, nothing more. The skin of her side had been torn off, gruesomely revealing the metal skeleton of her ribcage. Her face had been torn apart, and bullet wounds riddled her back, among various cuts and gashes.
"Mom..." Antonio reached out gently, touching the cold flesh that had already been struck with rigormortis. The woman's body was impossibly hard to move, but Antonio rolled her over, staring down into the face of his now-dead mother. He closed his eyes tight, realizing with a sickening disgust that the once beautiful orange eyes were no longer there.
Jonathan walked towards Antonio, and stared at the body, a mask of stone over his face. "Let's go, Antonio."
"Who did this..."
"I don't know." Jonathan grabbed his arm, pulling him up. "We have to go. Come on." Antonio stared dejectedly at the body, as Jonathan began to drag him back to the car. "Your mother has arranged for you to be in my and Amparo Fernandez's custody. You'll be living with us now." He promised, moving an arm around Antonio's shoulders tightly.
Antonio didn't respond, getting in the car and staring out of the window quietly. Jonathan sighed, and drove to Amparo's apartment. Amparo was there when they entered, and looked over. "He saw?" Jonathan nodded, watching as Antonio disappeared into Amparo's bedroom.
Feeling the beginning swells of tears sting his silver eyes, Antonio crawled into the bed of his new 'mother', and covered himself up, curling into the warm quilt and the fluffy pillows. He began to cry then, feeling the real loss of his mother hit him like a freight train.
Amparo listened from the kitchen, and sighed quietly. "Should I go in there?"
"No... no, let him mourn." Jonathan replied gently. Amparo moved to Jonathan, moving her arms around him and staring at the door quietly.
"It must be so hard."
"It is." He replied quietly, watching the door. Behind the door, Antonio cried himself into sleep, tears burning their way across the black skin.
"Mom..."
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