#aurelio's visitors and messages

[aurelio-the-propmaster]

he watches

@erikaskblog

Aurelio doesn't notice Erik watching him, and continues going about helping La Sorelli with the doll and lemur situation.

[operas-phantom]

Erik is composing.

This painting helps; it gives me lots of ideas. It was made based on a “Valentine’s Eve” dance that just happened at the opera house and finished about a half hour ago, when Christine and I managed to share a dance before I was swept off my own feet by the charming prop master Aurelio and the Vicomte came to have his dance with Christine.

I don’t think I’ll make a Valentine’s Day opera, since it’s only one day tomorrow, but the spirit of it has definitely invigorated me.

[operas-phantom]

”And that is so easy for you to say,” Erik looked right at him. “Remember I grew up alone in an opera house without knowing that was an option.”

I wanted to show you this photo I made

[He says this a bit mockingly.]

It's flattering that you fantasize about kissing me, Monsieur!

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A Message From Cerritos Mayor Frank Yokoyama

By Cerritos Mayor Frank Aurelio Yokoyama         The City of Cerritos prides itself in being a welcoming community for businesses and visitors. With establishments like the City-owned Cerritos Center for the Performing Arts (CCPA), our beautiful Library and parks system, and private business at the Cerritos Auto Square and Cerritos Industrial Park, quality entertainment and services are…

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Fate Is Sealed. Chapter 3

Fandom: John Wick Pairing: John x Elizabeth (OC)

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Not even the comforting warmth of the hot water could stop my shivering. After stumbling home in a daze, I thought a shower would help. But it really didn’t.

It didn’t matter that I had no choice, I had been stupid enough to try and kill the Boogeyman. I had to be grateful that for whatever reason he had decided to spare my life. Even if I had hesitated to take his, I was still shocked that he took mercy on me.

There I was, sitting at the edge of my bed, still wrapped in my towel. I heaved a shaky sigh and passed a hand through my damp hair. After letting my hand fall limply over my lap, I read the words etched in the inside of my forearm and laughed sarcastically.

After watching my tattoo, my eyes automatically darted to the framed photo in the shelf. I could almost taste the bitterness in my mouth at the sight of the family picture.

There was no exit. One way or another, I would die because of this life. Whether it was because of Gaige or now because of John Wick. Because I expected him to change his mind, to appear out of nowhere and finish what I started.

Intrusive thoughts overwhelmed me again. The word ‘death’ kept resonating in my mind as a morbid reminder that it was my destiny. In this world, it almost always was.

I forced myself up to get out of my head, moving to the closet and picking up some clothes. I needed to go out, distract myself, take a walk. Get off my ass and do something.

Besides, I could use some fresh air. Maybe it would help me think of something to get out of this mess. If he hadn’t heard already, Gaige wouldn’t be satisfied with the results of his request. And then he would send those assholes after me again. For the time being, I decided to go to the Continental for a quick visit.

  Unlike last time I stepped into the lobby and walked up to the reception, a feeling of dread took over me. The only comfort I found in that suddenly hostile environment was the familiar face behind the counter.

“Good morning” I greeted Charon, earning a polite nod from him.

“Hello, Miss Dawson. You look better than the last time we met” He smiled at me. “How may I help you today?”

“Um… Is John Wick staying here at the moment?”

“No, he isn’t. Would you like me to contact him?”

“No! No, that’s okay…”

“Anything else then?”

“Yeah. Could I, uh… See the manager, please?”

“Of course. He’s in the bar”

“Bar or club?”

“In the bar”

“Good” I didn’t have any coins to get into the club. “Thank you”

Charon nodded once more, and I headed for the bar to meet with Winston.

  The bar was mostly empty other than two people sitting at a table at the other end of the room, as well as the bartender, who spoke to Winston as he sat at the bar.

Even if it wasn’t necessary, I tried to make myself heard as my boots resonated against the marble floor. Once I was close enough to Winston, who acknowledged me with a side glance, I sat at the high chair to his right.

“Hello, Winston” I calmly rested my elbows on the bar, idly letting my eyes wander around the many bottles of alcohol showcased in the shelves behind it.

“Elizabeth” Winston bowed his head as a greeting. “What can I do for you?”

“I need to work” I said, straight to the point. “Got anything for me?”

“Other than the Boogeyman?” He let out a sarcastic chuckle, shaking his head and proceeding to take a swig of his drink. “The balls on you, pal…”

“I see news travel fast” I stirred in my seat, but was determined to hold his glance. “Yeah, I was lucky to come out alive”

“Lucky? I would say it’s a miracle”

“Will you answer my question?”

“Why do you have to ask me for work? Don’t you get the notices like everyone else?”

“I’m not exactly an official member of the club, Winston…”

He gave me a thoughtful nod, probably knowing what I was talking about. Then he sighed, resting his chip atop his interlaced fingers.  

“I could always make a file for you” He offered, but before he even finished his sentence, I was shaking my head. “Just say the word”

“No, thank you” I lightly planted my hand on the bar, urging him to stay focused. “Just give me something”

“I might have something for you” Winston picked up his drink again, pausing to glance at me. “Would you be willing to do anything?”

“No” I vehemently shook my head. “Not anything”

“Then I have the perfect job for you” He finally pushed the glass against his lips. “You would only need to send a message”

“How much?” I asked, waiting until he downed the rest of his drink.

“Five coins” To demonstrate, he pulled them out of his pocket and showed them to me. “It isn’t worth more”

I eyed the gold coins in his palm, knowing how much I needed them. It wasn’t much, but it would help get me through for a little while. As long as I stayed low, I should be fine with five coins, keeping them for emergencies if I ever needed anything.

“Deal” I took them from his hand, clutching them in my closed fist.

“Good, I’ll text you the details” With Winston’s words, I assumed he was finished, so I stood up.

“And Elizabeth” He stopped me before I could leave. “Don’t let me down”

I firmly nodded as a silent promise that I wouldn’t and began walking away. Before I left the building behind, my phone buzzed with a new message. I opened it and read the details of my mission. Once I had the instructions memorized, I deleted the message and headed off.

  Everything still smelt like smoke, and I was positive that the scent was now imbued to my clothes. My hair probably smelt like ashes as well, which made me grimace.

As I made it home, I thought I would have to take another shower. As soon as I set one foot inside, I walked upstairs to change my clothes and leave my weapons, relieved to be rid from their weight. With that done and once in my pijamas, I walked downstairs to the living room. The cold floor felt delightful against my bare feet, slowly riding me from all stress as I embraced the comforting feeling of being home. I had finished working, I could relax now.

Rid from the energies to take a shower right that moment, I plopped down in the couch and lingered in that position for a moment, not even bothering to turn the TV on or anything. Usually, the silence was unbearable, but right then it was just what I needed.

As if they knew that I had just arrived and wanted to bother my peace, a knock suddenly came to the door. I groaned in annoyance, wondering who the hell it could be. Aurelio, perhaps? Maybe he had finished fixing my motorbike. Or maybe it was just the mail man. One thing was for sure, I never got any visitors.

Feeling the exhaustion wash over me as I stood up, I dragged my feet to the front door. I paused to try and hear anything, but outside it was dead silent.

“Who is it?” I asked, reminding myself that I needed to get a door with a spyhole.

There was no answer in the other end, making me roll my eyes. If it was Aurelio playing a little prank on me, I was not in the mood for it at that moment.

After a few seconds, the knock came again, and I resolved to just opening the stupid door. My heart stopped at the sight of the person standing there.

John Wick.

“No!” I shouted, trying to push the door closed once more.

Unimpressed, he planted a big hand against it and pushed it completely open. Seeing as he was coming inside and there was nothing I could do to avoid it, I tried to run upstairs to grab a gun. Anything to defend myself with.

Still deadly silent, John Wick took me by the arm and pushed me against the wall before I could even distance myself from him. A terrified scream found its way to my mouth, but his hand silenced the sound before it could echo around the house. He pressed his body against mine to immobilize me and kept his hand against my mouth, taking his gun with the hand that used to hold my arm. I cringed when he pressed the barrel of the gun against my head.

I shut my eyes tight and whimpered against his hand, finding my deepest fears to be true. He was back, and he was here to kill me. Death had found me.

“Here is how this is going to go” John Wick said, his voice raspy and impatient. “You are going to do whatever I say, understand?”

I energetically nodded, not even trying to push him away. He was too strong for me to push him, and I feared that if I moved just one muscle, he would pull the trigger.

“If you try anything, I shoot you. If you scream, I shoot you. If you call for help, I shoot you” To reinforce his words, he took the safety off. “Don’t test my patience”

I whimpered once more, holding my hands up in surrender. This man exuded such a terrifying vibe, only worsened by the dangerous look in his dark eyes and the deep roughness in his voice.

Slowly, he pushed himself off me and allowed me to move away from the wall. He retracted both hands, and it was a relief not to have a gun to my head. Not that I didn’t still feel threatened.

“Now move” His hand clasped my upper arm once more, pushing me into the living room. Once there, he shoved me against the couch, where I fell against the cushions.

“What do you want?” I breathlessly asked, sitting up and not losing him out of my sight.

“I want to talk” John Wick replied, calmly. He sat down at the small round dinner table and parsimoniously left the gun on the surface.

“You came here just to talk?” My eyes darted from the gun to his eyes. “You didn’t come to kill me?”

“If I wanted to kill you, I wouldn’t have knocked” He tiredly replied, resting his hands on his thighs.

“Then why did you come here?”

“To ask you a few questions”

“Questions?”

“Yes, and I’ll be asking them, so stop talking”

I pursed my lips and backed up against the couch in submission. He nodded, satisfied with my decision to follow his orders. He leaned back against the chair and eyed me carefully.

“Do you live alone?” Was his first question, as his eyes now scanned my house.

“Yes”

“So there’s no one else in the house”

“No, just me”

His hand came up to rest over the surface of the gun, causing me to tense up.

“I don’t need to warn you about lying, do I?” I quickly shook my head at his question. “Good”

In response, his hand moved to rest on his lap again. He peered at me, making a brief pause before his lips parted and he spoke again.

“Why didn’t you kill me?” I averted my gaze, refusing to reply. I could feel him staring, but only grit my teeth and lingered on my silence. “Answer me”

Cautiously daring to look up at him, I recognized that dangerous look in his expression. I didn’t need him to take the gun to realize I didn’t want to make him impatient.

“You were right, I… I just couldn’t…” As soon as I finished my sentence, I looked away again.

“In this line of work, we can’t have any morals” There was a slight bitterness in his voice. “But I guess you’re better than that, huh?”

I glared at him, wishing I could erase the smug expression he now bore. If only he knew the whole story he wouldn’t be smirking like that. Not that I was going to be the one to tell him.

“Who told you to hunt me down?” Was his next question. “Who are you working for?”

“What makes you think I’m not working alone?” I mumbled, partially mockingly.

The man didn’t even bat an eye at my childish response. He only sighed and calmly got comfortable in the chair. Despite it all, it seemed like his shoulders were tense. But not because the situation was making him uncomfortable, it seemed to be his natural state. Tense, alert, ready.

“Don’t make me lose my patience” When his hand fully wrapped around the gun, I tensed up and bowed my head down.

“If I give them away, they’ll kill me” I whispered, already picturing the scene.

Gaige ranting about how he gave me so many opportunities, how despite it all I had betrayed them. Delfino and Dominic watching with those stupid grins plastered on their lips. Simone gloating and sarcastically saying how sorry she was to see me go.

“Uh-huh…” John Wick replied, unimpressed. He lifted the gun from the table.

“Gaige Stoakes” I gave in, the words hurriedly leaving my mouth. “It was Gaige Stoakes… He and his goons are after me because I have an unpaid debt with him. He said he would forget about it if I killed you for him”

He didn’t reply at first, seemingly in a pensive mood. Then his eyes analyzed me as his brows furrowed. I wondered what was going through his head at that moment.

A thought overcame me, realizing I had given him the answers he needed. I was rendered completely useless to him now.

“W-What’s he got to do with you?” I stuttered, even if my question wasn’t coherent.

More likely, Stoakes had nothing personal against him. John Wick was a threat to pretty much everyone. His Boogeyman fame preceded him and everyone was too scared of him to avoid him getting on their way.

“I believe that’s no one of your business” He suddenly stood up from the chair.

My heartbeat quickened as I watched him wielding the gun and I was suddenly rummaging through my brain for something useful to say.

“I-I can take you to him!” I blurted out, standing myself.

“I don’t need your help” I couldn’t contain my surprise as he headed for the front door.

“Wait… So that’s it?” I followed after him, incredulous to see him turning the knob. “You’re gonna leave just like that?”

“Yeah” He stopped, turning to face me for a second. “Let’s say we’re even”

I frowned, shocked by his adamancy to keep me alive. I never expected John Wick to be the one to spare my life after all I had done to him just because I was too much of a coward to kill him when I had the chance.

“Goodbye, Elizabeth Dawson” His deep voice seemed to echo in my mind as he left.

The sound of the door closing after him was extremely loud in my ears despite the gentleness with which he closed it.

The air felt thick as I moved in a daze, weakly sitting down on the last step of the staircase.

I never told him my name, and yet he knew. What else did he know about me? He had known where I lived too. I was sure that, if for some stupid reason I tried to warn Stoakes about my confession to John Wick, the Boogeyman would take advantage of all that information he had on me. And forget about the debt he owed me.

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[aurelio-the-propmaster]

his raven jumps on his head

Aurelio groans quietly, and reaches up to carefully grab the bird and set it on his desk.

"My head is not a perch." Aurelio lightly scolds it, before continuing to work on props.

[aurelio-the-propmaster]

🍏

Have a apple

"Where did you..? Oh, why do I even ask anymore?" Aurelio sighs.

Aurelio takes the apple, holding it to the light for a moment before looking back at Erik. "Thank you. This had better not be poisoned."

[aurelio-the-propmaster]

((HERE IT IS LOL))

Jekyll watched,he didn't look okay at all ,he hoped he didn't transform to Hyde at all and accidentally murder this person

@askhydeandjekyllblog

Aurelio noticed being watched, and glances over at him from the prop he was working on. "Can I help you, Signore..?" Aurelio mutters, looking grumpy as ever.

[aurelio-the-propmaster]

ONE OF MY CATS BEEN TURNT TO A STUFFED ANIMAL WHAT CAN I DO

(( ooc ,lol this is a picture I took of a stuffed cat XD

"Ehm.. I.. I'm not entirely sure." Aurelio stammers, initially a bit startled by Erik suddenly bursting into the prop room with the cat, but his surprise quickly turned to confusion.

"Perhaps find out how the cat turned into the toy?" he suggests.

[aurelio-the-propmaster]

”Aurelio..?”

It was later at night, and Aurelio was probably resigned or about to go to sleep when Erik seemed to appear from nowhere, mask slightly askew. As always he crept in the cover of darkness, and this time, he wasn’t smirking.

“I trust you’ve heard of Clare Dupont, correct? She arrived here recently and as with a few others I’ve begun to mentor her. I knew her back— when I was a child. When I was at..” he swallowed. “I was.. shown for my face at a circus as a boy. She was there too, but as a young girl, daughter of one of the performers. She was an acrobat. Occasionally we’d talk, and it was nice to have a friend. Of course she’s come back and I’m glad to be her friend again— but she’s ruined everything!” He exclaimed, stepping closer.

“She said she’s in love with me, Aurelio. Love. With me,” he said, in disbelief. “For one thing, you alone know where my heart truly lies,” he briefly wanted to take Aurelio’s hand but didn’t. “For another, I’m not sure if she’s lying. I haven’t mentioned you to her yet, but I didn’t think she— and I don’t know what to do. Erik cannot lose a friend over this nonsense when he’s so lucky to even have them in the first place! But I haven’t a clue what to do and I wanted to ask you.”

(from @operas-phantom.. hehe some drama that happened. yes clare does have her own rp blog @clairedupont-blog. hehe drama. drammaaa)

Aurelio pauses in his prop repairs as Erik speaks, looking up at him with a worried expression. He turns in his seat, gently taking Erik's hands in his and gives them a gentle squeeze.

"Erik, I trust you to stay loyal to me," he starts, keeping his voice and tone soft to help calm them both, which doesn't really work as he considers a great many possibilities. "Now, breathe; you're the smartest person I know. We'll figure it out, and everything will be okay."

Aurelio pauses, staring at their joined hands with a sigh, and trying to think about what to do. Telling Claire the truth could end in disaster - getting reported, then one or both men being jailed or put to work, or Aurelio being forced to transition into a woman due to being a third of the way there already as an intersex person, etc. But, lying and skirting around the situation could draw suspicion or hurt others. In any case, he just doesn't want Erik to suffer more than he already has.

"What ideas do you have in your head?" he asks after looking back up at Erik, hoping a bit that they can reach some kind of conclusion.

[aurelio-the-propmaster]

(Shyly offers a tiny little cardigan I made myself)

For Augustin? I've seen way too many people being mean to the little guy and I thought someone ought to do something nice for him!

Aurelio cautiously accepts the tiny cardigan, chuckling as he opens the pouch and takes the hibernating squirrel out to put the cardigan on him.

"Thank you. Luckily, he's been asleep for it all." Aurelio mutters as he tucks Augustin back into the pouch in his overalls.

[aurelio-the-propmaster]

do you have a favorite person? who?

"One of the painters - Julien. One could call it cute that he has charmful naivete." Aurelio replies, quietly huffing through his nose with a hint of a smile on his otherwise grumpy face. "If any harm came upon him and I found out, I would be quick to react."

[aurelio-the-propmaster]

hello again

His raven was sleeping on a prop

"Ah, hello. What brings you here?" he replies, glancing up from the props he's repairing before looking back at the one in his hands, paying no mind to the raven.

[aurelio-the-propmaster]

"I know you've been under a great deal of stress as of late." He palms his chin, eyes averting briefly, "I was wondering if maybe.. Possibly you would.." He sighs.

"Join me for tea? Or.. Ehm.. My room is fairly quiet. Sometimes.. The walls are quite thin." He was quite certain it was an old broom closet, "That is, if you'd prefer to get a couple hours rest.. I know it can be hard to come by.." He clears his throat, shifting his weight foot to foot, "Whatever you'd prefer."

Aurelio sighs and slowly nods, his expression not as grumpy as earlier. "I would like that. Lead the way, Julien."

[aurelio-the-propmaster]

Ah, hello! I see more of us have decided to join this interesting community. I may as well welcome you! I'm glad to see more of us, although I offer my sympathies in advance considering the amount of people who enjoy harassing us...

And it seems it has already begun for you. I am truly sorry, some people really do not seem to have any manners!

-- @vicomte-raoul-de-chagny

"Ah, Monsieur le Vicomte. Hello." Aurelio replies with as best of a smile he can manage. "Yes, it's quite lovely to be here, despite all the harassment we've had to deal with here. Thank you for your sympathies."

He sighs, shifting on his feet and leaning more on his cane. "You shouldn't have to apologize for others being miscreants. It isn't your fault."

[aurelio-the-propmaster]

Boops nose

Aurelio flinches, letting out a frustrated huff before continuing to work on the mountain of props.

"Please don't do that." Aurelio mutters.