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where: the underground when: before the men's fights who: @vinnievespucci

"How do you think the night is going to go for us?" He came up to stand beside Vincenzo.

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"Sometimes sacrifices must be made for the greater good," he mused, a cheeky smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. David caught the way her eyes lingered on him. The Italian was itching to get in the ring, to blow off some steam.

"We both know you'd be heartbroken if I didn’t make it out," he added with a casual shrug, mischief dancing in his eyes. "Fortunately for you, charm like mine doesn’t go down easy."

@david-pavoncello Event: Fight Club 2025

"I’m honestly surprised you’re willing to risk a bruise on that carefully maintained face just for a bit of spectacle," Lyudmila remarked, her tone cool and laced with dry amusement. She gave him a once-over as if taking stock of how long he might last and assessing the symmetry he was about to gamble.

"Are you certain you’ll survive it? Or are you just hoping the bruises add to the charm?"

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David Pavoncello attends Fight Club 2025 Date: Friday April 4, 2025 Escorting: Isabella Bianchi

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David was walking past the little cafe when he caught sight of Amélie through the window, coming to a halt in his steps. It had been some time since he had last seen her, and taking a chance, he moved to step inside. There was nothing for him to do at the moment and catching up with a friend, didn't seem like a bad idea.

He pulled a chair over to sit across from her at the table, a wide smile on his features, leaning back in his chair. "Not even a hello?" His head canted at her. "What are you reading?"

FOR: OPEN TO ALL. TAGS: @mobscene-starters WHEN: March, 2025. WHERE: Islington Café.

Time kept moving, just as the world continued to spin: that was the two certainties she had no qualms or doubts about. And it showed no interest in slowing down. Spring was upon them, soon summers arrival — and she'd made only minor leads in the past months. It was like she was being tested, and the days grew longer when her brother was out there, choosing this life over her. It both ground her gears and tore her apart.

Tapping away, the early morning had promised blue skies, and they'd been correct. A coffee settled next to her, Amélie wrote away, albeit furiously as she tried to work out her frustrations with her own novel.

Almost complete, just on the edge of being finished. Even if no one ever read it, the accomplishment of saying she'd done it had far outweighed the cons. Though, to say she was proud of what she'd produced was understatement. She wasn't often big-headed, but...

she had a good feeling about this book.

About to head into the second to last chapter, she heard the scrapping on the chair at her table as her eyes locked onto the intruder. She didn't speak, simply stared.

Oh god. (Father, forgive me for the blasphemy.)

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♡ CHARLES MELTON academy museum gala 2024

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where & who: outside @vinnievespucci's place when: 10th of December, 2024

Isabella had gone back to Rome, with the holiday's coming, he knew it would be wrong to keep her here. It also meant that at some point he would be making the trip home to her. This whole relationship was new for him to navigate, considering he could tell her father was not pleased with it, but he couldn't deny his feelings. This felt like it was going to be a shitshow at the end and he would be starting a phase of having to prove himself all over again; not that it ever really left him.

There was a part of him that needed to talk to family. He parked outside Vincenzo's place, making his way up to the door, knuckles rapping. His hands shoved into his jacket pockets to stay warm, turning around to look out at the streets.

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The cold weather, the trickling of snow, it gave David something to focus on. A bruised eye turning from shades of purple to green, still there from a few days ago, and though he wanted to say it came from a Russian, it did not. Even after a year of the father fuckery dropped on like a bomb went off, he was still sorting the aftermath, continuing to prove himself to assholes that did not deserve it, but if anything, he was nothing like his biological father. That man never existed and it would be his godfather he looked up to.

If anything, it Giordana that saved him from the hell he felt it was constantly battling. There were lows, where he wondered what would it be like if it all went quiet and he felt nothing, then it was her voice calling him out on his bullshit, reminding him of who he was. He would be forever grateful for their friendship.

"Hmmm," he had zoned out, quickly turning to her and replaying what she said in his head. "Yeah, but do we expect anything less form those animals?" They were savage beasts that deserved to be shot in the head. He was itching to get his hands dirty tonight. "I think it's only fair we give them the same in return." His head nods towards the door of the back alley, catching sight of the male trying to pull his hood over his head, the dim lighting of the spotlight above giving away his presence, and he banged on the door. He wasn't one of theirs.

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Where: Launceston

When: 13 years ago

Snow trickles beyond the windshield of the car they've been holed up in for the better part of two hours. Their instructions were simple: keep watch and if anybody comes lookin', take care of it. Barely old enough to vote, definitely not old enough to drink (legally), but just old enough to bludgeon snoopers with David's baseball bat–– the same one propped up against Giordana's legs in the passenger seat. With a sigh, she twists the radio knob down a notch before turning to face her best friend. "You heard what happened to Giancarlo, right? Fucking brutal, they left him right in the neighborhood too."

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12 Days of Christmas 2024: David Pavoncello

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David's brows furrow when Yvonne goes on to explain how Giordana was kind. That was usually not the first word that came out of someone's mouth when describing her. "Interesting." Something that he would have to ask her about. Hearing Gideon's name associated with his friend, that had a few questions pop into his head. "Oh, I'm curious what your brother warned you about." His attention on the fire. "Congratulations on the nuptials." The Italian wasn't a complete ass.

As callous as it sounded, David really hadn't crossed her mind since their tryst on the yacht. It was fun and stress relieving, but things had gone so thoroughly to shit at the end of the night that it blocked out everything during the party. So, when he approached her, Yvonne was left blinking as she chewed through a s'more.

"She's been very kind so far. Which was not what I was expecting based on Gideon's warnings."

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END

It was a disappointment to see the angle the Turks had gone, but that wouldn't stop him from destroying all of the Russians, them included. The Italian remained in his spot when the male approached. David could retrain himself, but that didn't mean he wouldn't poke a little, see what could transpire. "Nah, mate, I think you should enjoy yourself." He glanced around, eyes falling on one that he saw the guy talking to earlier, an ex maybe. "I'll see you around." He definitely would, he moved around Kerem, heading in the direction of Emine.

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where: the fire pit when: night two who: @yvonne-rutherford

He had spotted her, Giordana's words about having a tent-mate that talked her ear off, he made his way down towards her. The last time he had seen her was almost two years ago, the night on the yacht. He wasn't surprised that she was married and had another kid.

"I hope Giordana is playing nice." He was certain she was, but sometimes anything was possible with her.

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It was a disappointment to see the angle the Turks had gone, but that wouldn't stop him from destroying all of the Russians, them included. The Italian remained in his spot when the male approached. David could retrain himself, but that didn't mean he wouldn't poke a little, see what could transpire. "Nah, mate, I think you should enjoy yourself." He glanced around, eyes falling on one that he saw the guy talking to earlier, an ex maybe. "I'll see you around." He definitely would, he moved around Kerem, heading in the direction of Emine.

"Okay then," already turning to face David, as he took two steps forward. He was already trying his hardest to have a fucking good time, and with this dimwit trying to encroach on that...he was growing tired, bored. "I'm having a great time. So why don't you spit out whatever it is you want to say to me?" He'd been warned the Italians would be an issue.

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"Along with some other perks" He was definitely going to test out the hot tubs, maybe invite someone with him, or not. The last thing he needed was Isabella coming at him. She had a certain level of crazy. There was a tension between the two of them and he did not like that. Their friendship was not perfect, but he liked to consider her still one of his friends. "Violence will get you nowhere" A smirk on his lips. "What do you want?"

"You have a private bathroom and a roommate who doesn't want to talk your ear off. There's something to be said about gift horses and mouths." If switching were an option, Giordana would've snatched it up in a heartbeat. Not that she minded Yvonne thus far, but someone needed to appreciate the sculpture of a man sharing David's tent. "Are you planning to be a good friend and share? The alternative is me hanging you from that tree branch by your briefs."

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He couldn't fault her for not trusting his people, granted he felt the same about her people. She may not be married to a certain Vorshevsky, that didn't mean they weren't looking out for her. "Seems we are in the same boat." David was still drawn to Mila, despite knowing which side they stood on. "I would never deny you me." He smirks, winking at her.

"You mean, big ol' grumpy cat? I'm sure we'll get along fine." He would avoid running into the Rutherford the best he could.

"A little skepticism keeps things interesting. Also, I am having a hard time trusting you people." Lyudmila commented truthfully but with a playful smile dancing on her lips. “Oh, I wouldn’t dream of denying free alcohol, especially if it comes with a side of your charming company,” she replied, feigning seriousness as she leaned back slightly.

"So, will you be also complaining about your tent partner?"

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where: the main tent who: @giordirossi when: 25th of October, camping charity event

"How much trouble do you think I'd be in if I tried to ditch out on my tent partner? He reminds me of grumpy cat." If she didn't know who that was, he'd be highly disappointed in her. "At least I get free drinks all weekend."

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"The music isn't the issue." The man on the dance floor was. It baffled him how one would openly align with the animals that somehow escaped their cages. "Are you though?"

"You're tellin' me, that you can switch off when you hear this tune?" Well, from the looks of him...something told Kerem he would've known good music if it slapped him in the face. "I'm all good, brother."

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"The hot tubs could be fun." That was another perk with his tent accommodation. "Might want to have a few drinks before getting in." It always increased the buzz. "Both are fun. Maybe not do it drunk and you won't fall in." He laughs.

"I think the best option for this weekend is to stay drunk."

Catalina made a face. "Honestly, David? I don't know. I heard there are hot tubs by my tent so maybe I'll just do that. Well...I definitely want some s'mores at the fire pit. I've never been kayaking or canoeing and with my luck, I'd fucking fall in."

"I do, however, plan on being very, very buzzed. I brought party favors. What about you?"