#i love that people are starting to call him enzo gabriel

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Ten Random Lines

Ten Random Lines

I was tagged by @welcometololaland (thank you!)

Rules: pick any ten of your fics, scroll to the midpoint, pick a line (or three) and share it. Then tag ten some people.

(ahem, definitely more than three lines)

ONE - A home isn’t always the house we live in

TK leans over, arms clasped in front of him, and says to the floor, “He’s scared, and I don’t know what to tell him to make it better.”

He finds he doesn’t like Carlos’ parents very much right now, which maybe isn’t fair, but he doesn’t know them, and he does know Carlos.  Still, that’s not what TK’s asking.  “Sometimes people don’t need you to fix things, they just need to tell you so that they know someone heard.”  

TWO - a phoenix first must burn

Gabriel nods and pours himself a cup too and tries to decide if this is a good time to try and ask TK what he’s too chicken to ask Carlos.   “Do you want to touch Carlos?”  And then winces, because there had to be a better way to ask that.

TK’s spoon stops halfway to his mouth, and he looks abruptly more awake.  “Umm, what?”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.”

TK mutters something that he suspects translates to ‘oh, thank god’, and drops his spoon back in the bowl and pulls the coffee closer.  “So, if you didn’t mean what it sounded like, what did you mean?”

THREE - stitched with its color

TK won’t meet his eyes, “They shut down parts of New York on 9/11, even if Mom hadn’t been in Manhattan for a meeting that morning she might not have been able to get to me.”  Carlos takes a sharp breath, and TK looks over at him, and his voice is thick, “I need to make sure he won’t be alone.”

“TK,” Carlos starts, not sure what he can say to reassure him.

TK gives him an unhappy look, “The problem with the unthinkable happening is that afterwards it’s not unthinkable anymore.  I’m not blaming Mom and Dad, nobody could have known that something like 9/11 would happen. But, I do know.  I have to plan for it.”

FOUR - through sames of am through haves of give

He knocks lightly on the door before he pushes it open, not sure what he’s going to find on the other side.  TK had been light on details when he’d called, and the whole way over Enzo held on to TK’s promise that he’s fine as a bulwark against panic.  TK had said there was nothing for him to worry about, but it’s hard to forget the last time he was in a hospital room with TK.

FIVE - 5 Conversations Andrea Reyes had in her kitchen (+ 1 she didn’t)

“Every time I try to sleep I think I smell smoke, and every time I close my eyes I think I hear the fire.”  Carlos confesses.  He looks down at their hands, and says very quietly, “I’m scared if I go to sleep that I won’t hear it, won’t smell it, that we’ll be trapped again.”   Her heart breaks a little at how young he looks, with his messy curls and flannel pajama pants.  

TK lets out a low breath, ‘Oh, sweetheart.”

SIX - Your nemeses will defeat themselves before you get the chance to swing (Gabriel)

He waves awkwardly at the car, "I could still take you home, we could have dinner maybe?"

Carlos sighs, "Dad, I'm tired; I just want to take a shower and go to bed."

"We can call for something.  Please, mijo, just let me take you home."  He swallows, "I don't want to leave like this.  Please?"

SEVEN - Two paper airplanes flying

“No, it’s worse,” Carlos snaps.  “TK didn’t ask to get shot, or get hypothermia.  You’re doing this deliberately, because what, being a firefighter is the only thing that gets you up in the morning?”

“You love being a cop, right?”  Paul’s getting angry now, and Carlos knows that this is when he’d usually try to calm things down, but realizes he’s angry too.  He nods tightly in agreement.  Paul gestures sharply, as if this makes his point for him, “Right, so tomorrow someone tells you you have to quit, you’d be okay with that?”

EIGHT - Close your eyes, fall in love, stay there

Mack’s looking at him now, lips pursed, “I get that I’m not your forever guy.”  He waves away Carlos’s protest.  “I”m not.  And, that’s fine.  I’ve never kidded myself that I was.  But, Carlos, what are you going to do when you do meet your forever guy?  Are you going to hide him away, go to your parents every other week like a good son and pretend like you don’t have an entire life and family they don’t know about?”

NINE - And our rafters of fir

He tilts his head to look at TK, "I'm going to worry, it kind of comes with the territory.”  He doesn’t say that ever since the fire it feels like all his worry is dialed to 11.

TEN - A Conversation in Eight Acts (+ an encore)

Carlos looks down at the boxes, trying to estimate how much longer it’ll take them to finish unpacking and gets distracted by a trophy poking out of the top of one of them.  He pulls it out and examines the plaque.  “TK, is this a mathlete trophy?”

TK spins fast, blushing, and Carlos dances back, holding it out of reach, reading.  “Is this a first place trophy?  Did you go to State?”  He glances around at the still packed boxes, “Do you have a varsity Mathlete jacket somewhere in here that I can wear?”

I tag . . . hmm, not sure who’s left who hasn’t already been tagged, so cheating and retagging @howtosingit, @irispurpurea, @cinnaluminum, @strandnreyes, @rmd-writes & not holding anyone accountable to anything, especially not if they’ve already stayed up past their bedtimes

#what I did instead of going to bed like a sensible person #tarlos #fic #what I'm really learning from this is that apparently I have an allergy to capital letters in my titles #and that I have written a lot about the fire at the condo

[tngrace]

Bright Lights, Big City

This is for one of my best friends in the whole world. Today is her birthday and I wanted to write something for her. I hope you love it boo, @justkillingtimewhileiwait

read here on A03; 911 LS masterlist

The Strand-Reyes household always looked forward to the two weeks before Christmas. TK and Carlos had kept with tradition even in their newest positions as paramedic and detective and saved vacation for the week of Christmas and New Years. This year they were leaving the day after Christmas really early in the morning to go to NYC to visit Gwyn. It was the first time the family was travelling to NYC and there was a lot of excitement and a lot of anxiety. Carlos had never flown before and he was a little anxious about it if he were being honest. TK assured him it would be fine, but Carlos wasn’t sure he believed him. 

Christmas Day was eventful as always. Gabriel, Andrea, and Owen came over for breakfast and to watch the kids open presents. Later in the afternoon, the rest of the crew and Carlos’s partner came over for dinner and to play with the kids. Carlos and TK took the time the kids were occupied with their aunts and uncles to finish the last minute packing. “TK are you sure about this? Ryder hasn’t been feeling the best, airports are going to be so crowded, it’s snowing in NYC, and what if the flights are delayed or….”

TK cradles Carlos’s face. “Deep breath babe.” They take a couple of exaggerated breaths together. “I know you’re nervous about flying, but I promise it’s not that bad. The kids will be fine. We’ll pack his allergy meds. We got this.” 

Carlos nods as he rests his forehead against TK’s. “We got this,” he murmurs. 

“Maybe I’ll blow you before we get on the plane,” TK smirks as he wiggles his eyebrows at Carlos. 

“And who would watch our children?” he deadpans back. TK laughs at him and goes back to packing. “I can do it tonight once they’re asleep. We just have to be at the airport by four in the morning.” 

“You’re a menace,” he grunts as he shakes his head. “But I love you anyways.” Carlos’s smile is bright as always when declaring his love for TK and TK returns the smile with equal amounts of love. 

Their friends and family eventually leave, and TK and Carlos get the kids in bed. TK makes good on his promise, which does help relax Carlos, but he'd never admit that to TK. They get the car packed and load the sleeping kids. Thankfully, they stay asleep on the drive to the airport and all through check in. Ryder is slightly fussy when he wakes, but TK gets him his meds and juice and he settles right into TK’s chest. Sofia is her normal happy self when she wakes. She’s excited to be going to see her Mimi, but she’s also picked up on her Papa’s nerves about flying. They’ve both done their best to reassure her, but she really feeds off Carlos. The kids are awake for about an hour, when they are called to board. TK sends Gwyn a text letting her know they’re boarding and will see her soon. 

Unfortunately for Carlos, their seats are over the wheels. They’ve switched kids hoping that TK’s calm demeanor will help Sofia stay calm. Ryder is dozing on Carlos, the meds making him sleepy when they start moving. Carlos is doing his best to stay calm, but honestly he’s freaking out. When they start climbing in the air, the wheels come up, and it's loud. Carlos tenses even more as Sofia starts crying. She buries her face in TK’s neck as he tries to calm her. “It’s fine; it’s going to be ok, baby girl. Nothing is wrong. They’re just pulling the wheels up.” He rubs her back as he calms her, and he squeezes Carlos’s hand. “It’s ok babe. Everything is fine.” 

Sofia calms down at TK’s quiet reassurances and thankfully the rest of the flight goes smoothly. Ryder is a little grumpy at being woken and jostled as they get off, but Carlos does his best to keep him happy. They head over to baggage claim, TK letting Gwyn know they were getting their luggage. The kids stayed in their parents arms, both clinging to them at the loud and busy airport. It was a shock to all of them except for TK. “You’ve got to be getting me,” TK groans when he reads Gwyn’s response. 

“What’s wrong?” Carlos takes Sofia so TK can get the luggage. 

“Mom’s at the office. We have to get a cab.” TK’s frustration with his mom is apparent, especially since Gwyn knew they were coming. Carlos nods as they push their way through the airport. “Cab won’t be that bad.” TK gives him the side eye and Carlos just sighs. Before they’re able to flag down a cab, TK spots someone he wasn’t sure he’d ever see again. “TK?” 

“Enzo?” TK asks with confusion. 

“Yea. Hey kid. Your mom said you were coming into town. I thought she was picking you up.” 

“Uh… yea. She was supposed to, but apparently she’s still at the office. We were just catching a cab. Wait… you’ve been in contact with mom recently?” TK was confused because he thought Enzo and his mom were done a few years ago. 

Enzo looks between him and Carlos holding the kids as he scratches at the back of his neck. “Uh… yea. We.. uh… I take it she hasn’t told you?” 

“Told me what exactly?” TK can feel Carlos becoming increasingly more uncomfortable with the situation as people mill around them. It’s hard for his husband to turn off his cop brain, and large crowds tend to put him on edge, especially when the kids are with them. Add that to a complete stranger to him that is putting TK on edge, and Carlos’s patience wears thin quickly.

Enzo seems to want to avoid answering TK’s question. “Why don’t I drop you four off at your mom’s and she’ll explain everything?” 

“Yes. Thanks,” Carlos pipes up. He knows TK would’ve argued until he got his answers, and he doesn’t blame him, but he’d be happier if they got out of the airport. TK gives him the side eye again, and Carlos just shrugs nodding to the kids who have both buried their faces in his neck at this point. TK nods his assent, and they follow Enzo to his car. Enzo helps TK load their luggage while Carlos gets in the back with the kids. They’d brought a car seat for Ryder so Carlos strapped it in while Sofia held Ryder for him. “Thank you baby girl,” he grins as he takes Ryder strapping him in. He makes sure Sofia is strapped in as he settles between them, and TK gets in the front with Enzo. The car ride to Gwyn’s place is silent, and the kids can pick up on the tension. “Papa me want out,” Ryder cries when the tension filled silence gets to be too much for him. 

“It’s ok buddy. We’ll be at Mimi’s in no time,” he tries to comfort him. He gives him his stuffed dog that he absolutely loves, and Ryder settles some. When they get to Gwyn’s TK is out of the car before Carlos can even blink. “TK come on,” Enzo says, getting out following him. 

“No. You don’t want to explain anything so there’s nothing to say. My son’s allergies are acting up, my kids feed off tension, and this is Carlos’s first time in the city. It's not fair to them for mom to be pulling some drama right off the bat. We’re tired. I’ll talk to mom later.” 

“TK…” Carlos gets the kids out as TK slams the trunk shut. 

“Enzo, you’ve always been straight with me. You’ve always been good to me. I don’t want to jeopardize that by saying the wrong thing right now. So I’m going to go upstairs and get my family settled, and I’m sure I’ll see you this week if my assumptions are correct.”

Enzo just nods and steps back. “Nice to meet you,” Carlos tells him as he follows TK inside the fancy apartment building. They get on the elevator and head upstairs. Luckily the bellhop knows TK and lets them into the apartment since TK doesn't have a spare key. Carlos is in awe at how gorgeous it is. The apartment is immaculate, and the view is breathtaking. “Uh.. TK,” Carlos says holding the kids. 

“Yea?” TK asks, giving him a confused look. 

“This place is… the kids will…” 

TK chuckles softly as he walks back over to his husband. “Yea… mom’s place is really nice, but she offered to let us stay here. She knows the kids won’t be perfect. It’s fine. I promise,” TK says, reaching for Ryder. 

“Daddy… me snuffy,” he says, rubbing his eyes and sniffing. 

“I know little man. Let's get settled and get some medicine and juice?” Ryder nods as TK takes him. 

“Papa, can I go look around?” Sofia asks. 

“Yea baby girl. Just.. be careful.” Gwyn’s apartment is honestly putting Carlos on edge because of how perfect it is. 

“Carlos, come here,” TK quietly demands. 

He sits down beside TK on the couch. Ryder has taken his medicine and is content sitting on the couch with them for the moment. “It’s ok babe. I know it looks like a lot, but she’s not going to be mad if they get it a little dirty.” 

“I know… it’s just a lot… it’s just not home.” He gives TK a bashful shrug. He is looking forward to exploring TK’s city, but he feels like he needs some sleep and comfort. 

“I get it.” TK gives his hand a squeeze with a reassuring soft kiss. “So tonight we’re ordering some of my favorite takeout and having a night in,” he smiles as Sofia rejoins them. 

"Sounds good," Carlos smiles. TK takes care of ordering the takeout while Carlos takes a quick shower to wash away the traveling grime. Ryder joins him letting the steam from the shower help his stuffy nose. "Feeling ok little man?" Carlos asks, scrubbing his head with shampoo. 

"Mecine hewps," he grins up at Carlos. 

"It sure does," Carlos chuckles. Once they're done, Carlos dresses in some sweats and gets Ryder in his pj's. Sofia takes a quick shower next and gets in her pj's. By the time that's done, the food has arrived and still no Gwyn. Carlos can tell it's grating on TK's nerves that she's at the office, but he's trying not to let it show to the kids. They're all in bed by the time Gwyn shows up. 

The next morning is rough. TK and Gwyn get into a huge argument before she goes to work. TK apologizes to Carlos, but Carlos assures him everything is ok. They take the kids out to tour the city and all the places TK loves. The kids absolutely love the snow, and TK insists on building snowmen and making snow angels in the park. The kids have a blast, but Carlos hates the cold. Texas usually doesn't get this cold, and it leaves him feeling cold all the time. TK is highly amused at how grumpy Carlos gets when cold, but he doesn't mind the extra snuggles from his husband. 

It took until two days before they're supposed to leave before Gwyn takes time off work and actually talks with TK. Carlos and the kids hung out in the guest room watching TV, and Carlos just prayed the TV was loud enough to drown them out. Her and Enzo reconciled to an extent; they'd been hooking up when time allowed, but she didn't want TK to get his hopes up. TK had to remind her he was a grown adult that lived in another state. As long as she was happy, he didn't care what she did, but he didn't like the lying and secrets. He especially didn't like her working over their vacation when they came to spend time with her and he definitely let her know it. They eventually talked it out, and Enzo joined them for dinner that night at a fancy restaurant of Gwyn's choosing. It was definitely more high end then Carlos would have chosen, but it was nice and thankfully the kids were well behaved. 

Carlos had enjoyed seeing TK's city and where he grew up. He loved seeing his husband in that different light, but he honestly couldn't wait to get back home. The cold weather had not done any favors to Ryder's allergies, and Gwyn spent their last day nagging TK about how they were taking care of him, and what they should be doing differently. Carlos’s nerves were honestly frayed and he knew Sofia was feeding off the tension from him and between TK and Gwyn. "Mom, seriously. Just let us be for the night and tomorrow we'll be back in Austin," TK finally said having had enough. The look of surprise on Gwyn’s face was honestly amusing because she was honestly clueless when it came to TK at times. Thankfully after that little blow up, they were able to pack and get the kids settled for the night. "If we ever come back, we're getting a motel," TK whines as they climb in bed. "I honestly thought she'd be better with the kids. I'm sorry this week has been so stressful," he whispers, kissing apologies into Carlos's skin. 

"Stop. You have nothing to apologize for. This week has been fine, and I've loved getting to see your city. Just maybe… come back when it's warmer." It gets the laugh he was hoping for, and they eventually drift off to sleep. 

The plane ride back to Austin is a little smoother. Carlos nor Sofia like it any better, but they at least knew what to expect. They were all definitely glad to be home, and if it was a few more years before they went back to NYC well they blamed work for keeping them busy. 

#tarlos #tarlos fic #911 lone star #911 lone star fic #srk ❤ #writers life

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Interview with the director of “They Call Me Jeeg”

Interview with director Gabriele Mainetti about the movie and the Zingaro (Luca Marinelli)

When I think back to “They call me Jeeg” I think of the Zingaro. In your film there is one of the most beautiful villains of Italian cinema of recent years, how was he born?

We wanted to create a villain that wasn't just bad. We wanted to give it a three-dimensionality, complicate it and make it fascinating and original. In my opinion, the Zingaro is a very successful character and much loved by everyone for a specific reason: because they feel him close. He is the victim of what is a bit of a contemporary neurosis, that is, the need to showcase himself. We are now victims of how many likes we get on social networks and how many views does the video we post on YouTube, and he’s interesting because when he was a kid he performed in a singing interpretation on ‘Buona Domenica’ and then he lived what many people did: he become a meteor (it means that his fame lasted very little). But it’s as if he had never accepted it and brought with him this narcissistic attitude, and he wants to become a respected and almost famous criminal, but it makes no sense, because criminals when they become so important have to live in basements, it's not that you can show off, so it's a bit of a nonsense, and that's all the madness of the Zingaro.

It was interesting, because when I met people to do the auditions they all came with - as they say in Rome - 'the nostrils of the nose widened like bulls', as the kind of bad guys who beat you. But the Zingaro is an intelligent, sophisticated character, with a talent, who can sing, elegant, who has his own aesthetic idea, he is beautiful, and therefore I needed someone who would bring me the intelligence of the character, and Marinelli although at beginning was very distant from what you saw on the screen, had made me glimpse this necessary feature.

The stakes were high. It was difficult after seeing Luca Marinelli as Cesare in Claudio Caligari's ‘Don't Be Bad’ to think that in a few months he would be back with another strong character.

I shot a year before ‘Don't be bad’ and this helped him a lot, he always recognizes it when he can. Luca was far from the peripheral element, he is a boy who grew up in a modest family, in the streets with his friends, but still he was in Prati, he wasn’t in San Basilio, in Tor Bella Monaca or Corviale. He has never experienced one of these realities, and this character must have had this reality in his blood here, and the need to redeem himself socially and find the famous 'turning point' of the criminal. I took him, took him to Tor Bella Monaca, we did a lot of tests, it was a very intense job. At the beginning there was a moment of jealousy, not because the ‘Maestro’ had taken him, but because it was released first, but it was right. At one point I said: "What do I care!", Caligari taught me so much with two films - if they say that Caligari has made little cinema, it’s the biggest bullshit that can be said, because in Caligari’s movies there is more of that cinema that in a hundred films of many morons. The fact that he saw this light inside Luca and the fact that I also saw it inside him, means that something works. I love Caligari, I love him as much as I loved ‘Don't be bad’.

I admit I was almost upset when at the press conference at the Quattro Fontane, here in Rome, Marinelli arrived in plain clothes, not dressed as the Zingaro …

He is very shy, very reserved, he’s exactly the opposite of his character. Paradoxically in life Santamaria is the Zingaro, and Enzo is Luca Marinelli …

The nice thing about the Zingaro is that we discover his character and his past little by little, when we think that the character has been defined and yet, not really. I loved his unexpected obsession with Italian singers, four queens of the Eighties: Loredana Bertè, Gianna Nannini, Nada and Anna Oxa …

We actually had an Italian singer in mind but we were unable to involve him, we thought of replacing him with another singer but we continued to find only women and we said to ourselves "but she doesn't have the power of this one", and in the end the idea: "but why don't we take several, as if he was an expert?", and this thing was born a lot with Luca, especially the musical choice, we went there, we evaluated them, we discovered which ones we could use - because you know music always has a cost ... I am a lover of all four singers put in the film, TOTAL, which should probably lead me to question myself about my sexual orientation, right now I continue to heterosexualize everything, but I love them, a lot, and I loved Anna Oxa when I was little, Berté despite now looking like Mickey Rourke is always super, great, she always has a crazy voice.

Since we met the Zingaro, with some of my friends, we greet each other with: «C’è una ragione che cresce in me»

To think that someone posted to me on the Internet: "If I started singing such a shitty song, it means that the film is really beautiful!", and I replied to him: "But how dare you saying that “Un’emozione da poco” is a shitty song, you are a shit!».

What was it like shooting the scene in which Luca Marinelli, in a shady club, sings and dances in a sequined jacket, shirtless, with just a glove, with his hair back, with high-heeled boots and tight pants, the song by Anna Oxa?

Luca did it I think 15 times. In the end, the voice was right, Luca has a very strong voice, he is very resistant, he never loses control. I made him do it a lot of times, because he wanted to make it perfect and I kept following him. I have told it through many fields. We have thought about it a lot.

Look, the Zingaro was a very difficult character. The look, how to throw his hair, how to dress him, how he had to sing, how he had to perform, which tattoos… is the character we have thought about the most. Then if you notice he is clearly a quote from David Bowie's Ziggy Stardust, especially in the final part.

Another thing that I liked so much about your film is that there are no good and bad characters. Bad guys are never just bad guys. And it’s precisely the weaknesses of the characters that make them close to us, the Zingaro who sings at the top of his voice “Non sono una signora” in the car with friends as if he was at the stadium, Enzo who eats the usual cream pudding in an atmosphere of extreme desolation in front of the TV, Alessia fixed with a single DVD, a cartoon for children. “They call me Jeeg” is a film about superheroes who are real people, who are so real that at different moments in the film we identified with a different protagonist of the three.

Thank you so much because this thing you say, is not easy. Usually the emotional vehicles are always one or two, three is tough. It all depends on how the writing is set up. The character is the most important thing in the film, because it’s the emotional vehicle of the viewer. In America they had already tried it in some films. Super didn’t have super powers but he was a sort of vigilant who disguised himself and went to do good, he was a loser in an American town who clashes with this boss, microboss of the underworld, and must kill the Evil. The Manichean vision between Good and Evil, which is very American, still makes me laugh.

This attempt to mix what I call the ‘Pasolini element’ with the ‘fantastic element’, which I had already tried in my short films ‘Tiger Boy’ and ‘Basette’, comes naturally to me. You know, I was lucky enough to have done the American school, I was part of the University in New York, my grandmother lived the first years of her life in New Jersey, I have relatives in New Jersey, my sister lives in America, I have a very "happy" relationship with America, the American system is total crazy, but I understand their cinema, and I understand their fictions, and I understand why we digest some things and we don't digest others, I know how we work. For me, the only way to get to the suspension of disbelief was to tell characters that are as real as possible, then hook on to a very strong experience. Because if you are so passionate about him, you can't not believe him when he has super power, but he has to react to super power as anyone would react. They are really well written.

This thing here makes me laugh ... No one has ever focused on this thing. This guy falls from the top floor and runs away! Escape! What the fuck are you running away for? He wasn't hurt but he runs away, he has to run away because he's afraid, he goes back home and if he has to, he can't think about it yet, he doesn't think about it yet, but it's typical of someone who doesn't want to have responsibility. Then when he gets angry that he punches the wall, he still struggles, and when he becomes aware of the fact that he has super powers, since he is a criminal, what does he do? He rob an ATM, to buy more yogurt. That's where the stuff works. If, on the other hand, you made him fall from the top floor and then say: "Damn, I’m so strong!", he would jump again, climb up, smash his head, gut, takes his cocaine, it seemed, you know ... but what are we talking about.

The 80s songs, Buona Domenica, YouTube, superheroes, the Roman suburbs, the Olympic stadium ... the mix of elements that are part of the story of “They call me Jeeg” could be very risky, but the way it’s narrated makes this a winning combination. You tell things you know without judging them.

Exactly. Many kids call me and tell me: «Ah, but how did you do it, but how did you do it», «How it should be done» I replied: «Guys, you should talk about things that concern you!». You have to talk about the things that belong to you, and try to insert them into what the cinematographic genre is, that genre has its codes, if you want to do an even more extreme operation, but I don't recommend it, you have to completely subvert them. But you have to make it work for what you are doing. I am an admirer, for example, of Puglielli's ‘Dorme’, it's a WONDERFUL film; he recounted the frustration of his height, which is actually a shortness. We must start from the things we know, from our frailties. Unfortunately, the American superheroes, especially the Marvel ones, lately, are all plastic. I always ask myself, a question that always arises spontaneously, but how the fuck do they put all that spandex stuff on? How do they get into it? Do they all oil themselves first? It looks like a wetsuit ... I find it really ridiculous. In fact, it's not that I don't like superhero movies, I like Batman, because he still has a great internal conflict and everything, but here I need characters with great fragility. My favorite superhero movie is The Guardians of the Galaxy, because I know five ramshackle people who have the responsibility of saving the world. And they manage to do it, how? Because they establish a true relationship between them, which is that of friendship, and realizing that they love each other, they understand that they can also love others and say to each other "Oh well, let's save these assholes", it's fantastic, it's fantastic, it's beautiful. I can empathize with them. Certainly with Superman I can’t, I can’t succeed.

In the days I watched “They call me Jeeg” I had arrived at the third episode of Jessica Jones, the Netflix series in which the protagonist takes the opposite path of Enzo, from superheroine to 'normal' person, investigator with somewhat special powers. What do you think of recent series or movies that have a superhero at the center?

I saw the first two episodes but it bored me a bit. Deadpool is just the answer to this clean cinema, with him farting, getting sodomized by his partner and he's nice, but he didn't convince me too much, because he is in reaction to the plastic of these super heroes, and therefore he mocks everyone. But I don't give a damn about that either. I want the story of a person, I want the story of a character, that's the thing that excites me. I saw Daredevil and I didn't mind, it wasn't bad.

The background of Rome in “They Call Me Jeeg” is an important component. Are there any Italian films set in recent years, in the capital, that you care most about? I think of Romanzo Criminale, The great beauty, Don't be bad, Suburra.

They are very different films. Sorrentino has such a unique look that one cannot fail to recognize it. Formally it’s indisputable. Sometimes, from a content point of view, there are some things that I probably can't grasp, and I don't know if it's my limit; I like to get excited, the staging excites me, but I don't know, I love ‘La dolce vita’, I love Fellini, I love ‘Otto e mezzo’, that distorted and grotesque vision that he had ... but there is no comparison, that would be nonsense.

“Don’t be bad” is certainly the one that excited me the most. Who wants to make a certain type of cinema, social cinema, committed cinema, should study this ability of Caligari (but how much has he been criticized? Because yes, "Masterpiece" and that and that, but everyone criticizes a lot of it, because they are infamous ‘rosiconi’ → jealous people in the Roman dialect). What Caligari teaches is that he puts you next to a character with extreme problems but makes him feel like a friend, makes you understand that he is like you and allows you to identify. He has a deep friendship which is that between Cesare and Vittorio, he has a love story, the character of Cesare, as well as that of Vittorio, even the drug itself is experienced as fun at the beginning, as a sort of pact of love between the two of them, then you understand many things, that is something that is a great lesson in cinema, it’s a lesson in profound cinema, of cinema that interests me, cinema that excites you.

Romanzo Criminale is a very successful genre operation, which has highlighted the possibility of tackling the genre when it was thought to be banned; when I had this subject in 2010 I used to shoot like a jerk for all the productions and they said to me that: "Don't have to do this thing, because it doesn't make sense, genre cinema isn’t liked in Italy, it doesn't work, it's a waste of time, among other things, we don't have the skills to organize it», and instead Romanzo Criminale, then the series, then Gomorra the series, Suburra, now they make Suburra the series, is telling the opposite. Fortunately there is a Romanzo Criminale, fortunately there is ‘The Great Beauty’ who won the Oscar, fortunately there is ‘Don't be bad’.

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Just wanted to translate this old interview for the non-italian’s fans ^^ (sorry for my English)  

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[highgaarden]

a radical notion: are you awake?

INCEPTION AU: Caroline wants out, but Klaus isn't so convinced.

//

“You’re in my dreams.”

"That I am,” Caroline says agreeably as she weaves through the pillars, leaving behind a red silk trail. Her dress, torn at the knees. Klaus had seen it on her, somewhere, she’s sure – something in his eyes softens as he studies the way the red wraps around her shoulders. Maybe he’s trying to remember. To distract him, she adds, “It’s the last safe place on earth.”

Written as part of the KC Bingo 2020 by @klaroline-events for the prompt ‘PARIS’.

Gorgeous accompanying graphics by @goldcaught can be found here.

thank you, as always, to fleshandbonetelephone, @galvanizedfriend & goldcaught for listening to me cry about this fic and reading through its painful first drafts.

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a radical notion: 

hey, are you awake?

—

 The day Enzo comes over is the day that he, for some inexplicable reason, decides to burn her apartment down.

“I’m going to do it!” he calls from outside, his shadow pooling like black ink in the cloak of golden street light. “Don’t think I won’t!”

There’s a whir of cars, a dull thud of heel against gasoline can, the rattle of bed railings against scuffed wallpaper from next door, the wet slosh of beer against gleaming green glass.

“Enzo,” she calls from inside, her arms slipping on wet porcelain. From where she is she can just make out the black scruff of his hair that refuses to soften under comb or touch, but more importantly: the tank of gasoline hanging limply from his hand.

“Yes?”

“You’re drunk.”

“Yes,” is his decided reply.

 —

 “Redecorating?”

Of course the first thing Enzo does when he wakes up is move everything around in her fridge and breathe down her shoulder, eyeing the half-done wallpaper and pretending to not see the burnt space above her mantelpiece. “Damask. Interesting. I always pegged you for floral.”

“If you’re going to stay,” Caroline says into her red wine, “might as well make yourself useful.” Bubbles froth tiny discordant pops around her knees, her back slips into the warm water, and Enzo knows better than to snark. He rolls his eyes, maybe, but he crouches by the lip of her tub and starts rubbing circles into her skin. Touch her hard enough, he’d once said, and she’d end up as calloused and weathered as he.

“But then again, you haven’t lived long enough,” he says softly into the fine curls of baby hair at the nape of her neck. “You haven’t endured.”

The window steams from the hot water. Caroline places her empty wine glass on the windowsill and leans into his massage, eyes closing. She imagines smashing the glass and pointing red shards at his throat. “You don’t know that.”

Her chin dips into the water. It’s a tougher angle for him to keep going, she thinks out of spite. But he also knows better than to stop.

“There’s—sit up a bit, Gorgeous—there’s a job, next month, in Sicily—”

“No.”

“Caroline—“

“I said no.”

“Are you just going to sit here all day in this tub, then? Watch the world pass you by?”

“Is that judgement I detect in your tone?” Her gaze thins. He can’t see, and maybe that makes her clear her throat and roll her neck, regain composure. She’s not the one who spent fifty years in a locked cellar, looping time around memories of a girl.

“I’m just saying…” Enzo sighs. With a kiss to her temple he says, “You mustn’t be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling.”

 —

 Because this, her little apartment in the crook of Place de Furstenburg, isn’t dreaming big enough? She’d certainly worked hard at it. As if dreams could be found in a pied-à-terre she had scrubbed its floors and polished its wooden beams, dragged a tub to the tall absurdly-French windows so she could count the smoky grey rooftops of Paris, watched their raised hats of weathered shingles and rain-beaten drainpipes—watch the world pass her by, in all essence.

Because damn if she didn’t deserve this.

It was as if dreams could be found in the prop of her ankles on her windowsill, the sleepy tilt of her head as she devoured the world, all from the view of her window. She didn’t need to go to sleep anymore, not if she didn’t want to.

 —

 Caroline’s not sure why, but she thinks she sees Klaus at the Pavillon Gabriel. He would have been a welcome ruin; different than the kind she’s feeling now.

Centre yourself, Klaus would have reminded her if he were really there, and because she doesn’t hear his voice, she’s certain it’s not real. She’s certain, because Klaus always loves to make himself known, in some way or another. It’s not a dream, but it’s not real either.

Besides, she reminds herself, why would he be at her university celebration, anyway? She hadn’t even wanted to go, but somehow felt compelled to in the end; she’d had a dress, she’d had nothing to do, and her course mates were all going. It was going to be a ball, a grand time! they’d all sworn.

And hadn’t that all been what she was after?

A ball, a grand time, a normal university life, plans, a future?

Why would he be here?

You know why, a treacherous voice whispers in the back of her head.

Despite the champagne sparking deliciously on her tongue, Caroline hasn’t yet spiralled into perfumed oblivion like she very much wants to the way everyone else is well into their third flute. She can’t seem to be able to have a good time. It’s a feeling of agitation she can’t place—a prickling in the space where short tendrils of her hair curl against the space of her neck.

Klaus, she wonders again, but then shakes the thought from her head. It’s not the right kind of feeling.

She’s disconcerted to know that her mind just conjures him out of nowhere, like magic. Like there are still needles injecting Somnacin into her arm, lulling her into the unreal. What a hold he has on her, despite her having left the game months ago.

She takes a deep breath and tries to centre herself.

Her date has gone somewhere, probably making the rounds, polite chatter and stilted compliments and the low rumble of laughter, barely showing any teeth.

It was only last year, in many a different ballroom in many a different city— she had enjoyed these sorts of events, the same burr of cellos and the simpering of violins present in every hall, though different the occasion might be. Last year, she wouldn’t be there for pleasure. Her dress wouldn’t even have been her own. Gifted, as always – and Klaus’s voice would always be in her ear, tinny through the comms device. That’s it, love – reel them in slowly now.

More people shoulder into her, drunk on the sway of the music and the end of a very difficult semester, and she accepts their tittering apologies with a modest bow of her head, but she can almost hear a voice whispering in her ear, sly.

Sweetheart, why bother with formalities of this small, insignificant room when the whole world could be hers for the taking?

Her gloved fingers tighten around the stalk of her glass, cool even through the silk. She imagines it to be the handle of her well-caressed gun.

You could do it, and she knows she could. She’s counted heads as she’d swept in, and she’s angry – furious, in fact, that she still has to. Needs to. How all these years have never really shed off of her. Just lean in, flutter your eyelashes, a drop of Somnacin in their glass—

She sets down her glass on a passing waiter’s tray.

Takes out her phone and taps a number without having to think too hard about it.

Lets it ring twice before hanging up.

Not two minutes go by before a foreign number calls her back. She picks up and says, immediately, “I need to see him.”

 —

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G1/RoH Supercard (of Honor XIII)

Welcome to my annual Ring of Honor (RoH) blog for their annual Supercard of Honor show. 2019 was a wild year for RoH. They started the year losing access to Matt and Nick Jackson, Cody Rhodes, Kenny Omega and all three members of SCU (Christopher Daniels, Frankie Kazarian & Scorpio Sky) as they all departed after their contracts expired at the end of the 2018 to help launch All Elite Wrestling (AEW). Before that it was known that those seven wrestlers would be leaving, RoH collaborated with New Japan Pro Wrestling (NJPW) to announce a special live PPV they would be airing on WrestleMania weekend: G1 Supercard. G1 is a recurring PPV special for NJPW, and I am presuming Supercard is short for the Supercard of Honor PPV special that usually transpires during WrestleMania weekend which is why I am covering this PPV and treating it as Supercard of Honor XIII. There is another big reason I wanted to cover this show…. That is because this joint venture between NJPW and RoH emanated from the ‘World’s Most Popular Arena’ Madison Square Garden. This was a shocking announcement because going back several decades WWE had the exclusive rights to MSG and the last other promotion that ran a show in MSG was back in 1960! WWE tried pressuring MSG and briefly got them to remove the show from their schedule….that was until the owners of RoH, Sinclair Broadcasting, called up WWE and informed them they own roughly half the FOX TV affiliate stations that would be starting to air SmackDown on FOX within several months and have control of what time to air WWE’s new flagship show and that was reason enough for Vince McMahon to back off and G1 Supercard wound up running as scheduled during the 2019 WrestleMania weekend from MSG.

NJPW and RoH have been lending talent to each other for years, but this is one of the first times they evenly split a card 50/50 for each promotion’s matches. When the tickets originally went on sale, it was shortly before the much hyped independent All In PPV put on by most of the Elite (at that time consisting of Cody, Omega, Young Bucks, Marty Scurll and Adam Paige) that RoH lent a lot of their talent for. The show wound up being a huge success and all the buzz for All In presumably was the catalyst for G1 Supercard selling out in under a day of tickets officially going on sale. By the time the G1 Supercard rolled around all of the Elite, save for Marty Scurll, departed RoH a few months earlier leaving a huge void of headline guys for RoH. The NJPW half of the card delivered with exciting match-ups, while the RoH half stuck out with a lack of top level talent. The PPV had two pre-show matches that are included as bonuses on the DVD. The first match saw Jenny Rose & Oedo Tai overcoming the handicap match odds and defeating Hung Kimura, Sumie Sakai and Stella Grey when Tai got the pin with a 450 in a bout that saw a lot of nonstop energy to get the crowd rolling. G1 Supercard will be the first PPV I can remember that had a 30 person Rumble match in a pre-show they billed as the ‘Honor Rumble.’ It was also the longest pre-show match I can recall at 49 minutes. Entrances were sped up at approximately 30 second intervals to keep up the tempo which made it enticing to see who would walk out next. Both RoH and NJPW stars competed and I only recognized roughly half of the competitors, but it was fun learning some new faces. Colt Cabana was on commentary for the night but took a breather to compete in the Rumble when Yano invited him to take his spot. Other faces I recognized were Justin Gabriel now going by PJ Black, Beer City Bruiser, Delirious, Kenny King, Cheeseburger and a trio of Asian wrestling legends in Haku, Great Muta and Jushin Thunder Liger.

I do not care how aged Haku is because he still looks like one of the baddest guys on the planet I would not want to mess with. I have no idea how active Muta is, but he was not at all agile and seemed very careful with his movements. Liger could still go, but he was in the midst of his retirement year tour and it was apparent his best days were behind him. The end of the Rumble saw it looking like it would come down to Liger and Muta, but then Kenny King pulled the ‘ol hide under the ring trick card and emerged to toss Liger and Muta out to win it all. That was a fun crazy Rumble with the frequent entrances and it brought back memories of that bonkers Rumble match on a 2000 episode of Thunder with all kinds of unique entrants that were AWOL in that time of uncertainty for WCW and also marked the last appearance of Macho Man in WCW. The start of the actual PPV saw a ‘winner takes all’ match with two titles on the line in RoH’s TV Title and NJPW’s Never Openweight Title. Jeff Cobb beat Will Ospreay here to walk away with both belts in a bout that did not fail to deliver a ton of insane spots. Dalton Castle was the RoH champ on a previous SoH PPV I covered here, but now his stock has dwindled as he lost to Rush in 15 seconds here after three straight Shotgun Dropkicks. After Castle collected himself, he turned and obliterated his eccentric seconds, The Boys. The RoH Women’s Title was on the line next and saw Kelly Klein beat Iwatoni with an Airplane Spin slam in a decent bout. I had no idea TNA/Impact Wrestling’s The Beautiful People were still a hot commodity after their countless stop-n-go runs in that promotion, but when Velvet Skye and Angelina Love walked out after the match and attacked Klein the announcers put it over as the biggest thing ever to happen to their women’s division.

DJ/Hip Hop artist Mega Ran came out for a musical performance next, the song is a decent catchy beat for the DVD menus too which is a nice relief from the generic basement-rock that dominates most other RoH releases. Anywho, Bully Ray interrupted and harassed Mega Ran and laid out an open challenge that turned into a six-man tag with Bully Ray, Silas Young and Shane Taylor taking on Flip Gordon, Juice Robinson and Mark Haskins. This was a surprisingly a fun weapons brawl with lots of creative spots. The finish saw Ray fall victim to the Wassup Headbutt and the Gordon hitting the 450 for the win. The IWGP Jr. Heavyweight Title was on the line next in a triple threat between Bandido, Dragon Lee and Taiji. In a bout that I will remember as having a sick tower spot, it saw Bandido capture the gold after hitting a variant of a driver-pin combination. Another winner takes all titles match transpired next for both the RoH and NJPW tag team titles in a four way between The Briscoes, Guerillas of Destiny, Evil & Sanada and Brody King & PCO. RoH contributed some production dollars for PCO’s electric (literally) entrance that saw him get the Frankenstein electric chair treatment in a thrilling visual. Speaking of production dollars, this is easily the best looking RoH show I have ever seen, especially compared to the first couple of SoH shows I covered here. The Guerillas of Destiny walked out with all the tag gold when they hit their double powerbomb finisher on Brody for the victory. RoH caught a lot of heat for running a ‘worked shoot’ segment after the match ended with the wrestlers formerly known as Big Cass & Enzo running out and attacking the Briscoes after the match before they got escorted out, but RoH never officially acknowledged it on camera and after all the negative reception it got did not request feature services from Cass & Enzo so I will link to this fan footage of the run-in instead.

A third promotion contributed a match to G1 Supercard with Revolution Pro having their British Heavyweight Title on the card with Hiroshi Tanahoshi challenging Zack Sabre Jr. for the championship. I only remember Zack’s excellent work in the Cruiserweight Classic from a few years back so it was great seeing him again, doubly so since he was accompanied by another old favorite of mine I have not seen in over a decade in TAKA Michinoku. This bout saw a heavy emphasis on heavy duty technical and submission wrestling which was a breather from the spotfests that dominated the rest of the card. I want to re-emphasize ‘heavy duty’ because both Tanahoshi and Sabre did a superb job at conveying how much they laid into each other with a sick submission Sabre Jr. kept amplifying in unbelievable ways that I cannot even describe until Tanahoshi convincingly tapped out. Thinking about this now I would rank this as my favorite match from the night! The tenth contest of the night saw the IWGP Intercontinental Title on the line between Naito and Kota Ibushi. I recognize both guys from the handful of NJPW Kenny Omega matches I tracked down after hearing a ton of buzz for and also recognize Ibushi from his Cruiserweight Classic run too. This match delivered, and had a great NJPW produced video package too. Both guys delivered a lot of intense neck and head spots, and Ibushi wound up winning after a rising knee strike in another match that was close to my favorite for the night. The RoH World Title was on the line next in a triple threat ‘Ladder War’ between Marty Scurll, Matt Taven and Jay Lethal. Lethal was hyped going into this as having the title the most number of days compared to all other previous champions….but I could never buy into him as a top level guy, and I recall despising Matt Taven on previous RoH shows and Scurll I have bad memories of his match against Castle last year where he spent eons trying to find a weapon under the ring so I did not have a vested interest in the bout. It was a solid match with a few unique spots and saw Taven winning the title after fighting off Lethal in the end, but I felt rather ho-hum coming out of this, and apparently so did the crowd watching their tepid reaction to Taven’s title win.

The headlining main event saw Jay White defend his IWGP Title against Kazuchika Okada. I love how NJPW produces their video packages, and this one got me amped up going into the main event. The duo told a great story, and White’s manager, Gedo found clever ways to get involved. I recognize Okada from another Omega match I saw that I believe went to a time limit draw, and this match also went on a while going just over a half hour before White fell victim to the RAIIIIIIN-MAKERRRRR Lariat with Okada capturing the IWGP Title. I saw online reception noting the weak RoH half of the show, and compared to the New Japan offerings, they definitely were a couple notches below, but RoH still had a couple of really good matches like the TV Title and bout and Bully Ray’s open challenge was the perfect refresher for this long of a card. I will give big ups for the Honor Rumble, Tag Titles and IWGP Title matches, but my two favorites that blew everything else away on here was the Zack Sabre/Tanahoshi and Naito/Ibushi matches. More than anything I came out of the G1 Supercard wanting to get more into NJPW, but with so much other wrestling out there to keep up with, I will probably only be picking and watching the occasional match or two a year that generates a ton of buzz. Collectively, I will give G1 Supercard a strong thumbs up and recommend to track down, especially seeing both promotions operate in a big time atmosphere like Madison Square Garden made the event truly special and standout like few other cards from RoH history. Past Wrestling Blogs Best of WCW Clash of Champions Best of WCW Monday Nitro Volume 2 Best of WCW Monday Nitro Volume 3 Biggest Knuckleheads Bobby The Brain Heenan Daniel Bryan: Just Say Yes Yes Yes DDP: Positively Living Dusty Rhodes WWE Network Specials ECW Unreleased: Vol 1 ECW Unreleased: Vol 2 ECW Unreleased: Vol 3 Eric Bishoff: Wrestlings Most Controversial Figure Fight Owens Fight: The Kevin Owens Story For All Mankind Goldberg: The Ultimate Collection Hulk Hogans Unreleased Collectors Series Impact Wresting Presents: Best of Hulk Hogan Its Good to Be the King: The Jerry Lawler Story The Kliq Rules Ladies and Gentlemen My Name is Paul Heyman Legends of Mid South Wrestling Macho Man: The Randy Savage Story Memphis Heat NXT: From Secret to Sensation NXT Greatest Matches Vol 1 OMG Vol 2: Top 50 Incidents in WCW History OMG Vol 3: Top 50 Incidents in ECW History Owen: Hart of Gold RoH Supercard of Honor 2010-Present ScoobyDoo Wrestlemania Mystery Scott Hall: Living on a Razors Edge Shawn Michaels: My Journey Sting: Into the Light Straight Outta Dudley-ville: Legacy of the Dudley Boyz Straight to the Top: Money in the Bank Anthology Superstar Collection: Zach Ryder Then Now Forever – The Evolution of WWEs Womens Division TLC 2017 TNA Lockdown 2005-2016 Top 50 Superstars of All Time Tough Enough: Million Dollar Season True Giants Ultimate Fan Pack: Roman Reigns Ultimate Warrior: Always Believe War Games: WCWs Most Notorious Matches Warrior Week on WWE Network Wrestlemania 3: Championship Edition Wrestlemania 28-Present The Wrestler (2008) Wrestling Road Diaries Too Wrestling Road Diaries Three: Funny Equals Money Wrestlings Greatest Factions WWE Network Original Specials First Half 2015 WWE Network Original Specials Second Half 2015 WWE Network Original Specials First Half 2016 WWE Network Original Specials Second Half 2016 WWE Network Original Specials First Half 2017

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Basics

↳ Age: 142 27 ↳ Species: Vampire (Bloodline up to player) ↳ Face Claim: Michael Malarchy ↳ Currently U N A V A I L A B L E

Description

Sometimes Enzo questions why he even stuck around the French Quarter once things started to go downhill. He had never been one for all the politics to begin with and now he finds himself increasingly tired of the ongoing conflict that holds them all hostage in this city. Alliance this and loyalty that. Even without Klaus, the city still remains divided. What’s worse is now even the humans want to get involved and have a say in the supernatural events plaguing their city. Enzo has no investment in one side or the other, remaining neutral in almost every conflict that comes along in New Orleans. It hasn’t changed in the past four years but his own personal investments are starting to pull him into the middle of a new brewing war. He has to ask himself now if the people he cares about are worth the trouble and danger he’d be putting on himself if he were to get involved. 

Biography

Enzo didn’t remember coming from a loving family. His father died at an early age and his mother followed only a few years later, leaving Enzo to the mercy of a work house. He survived, managed to keep his head down and not stand out, until he was convinced he could get by alone and ran away. He did indeed manage to survive for a few years on small jobs here and there, until he got sick of consumption. His last hope was a doctor on a ship, but he got thrown off because he was a risk to the rest of the passengers. Someone who seemed like an angels got pity on him and got him on board, only to find out the doctor was a fake. The angel fed him her blood, just before he died, and when he woke up, he woke up in a nightmare of blood and death. He was left all alone and had to learn what it meant to be a vampire all by himself.

A soldier and a fighter through and through, Enzo managed to conquer his bloodlust. He found his true calling to be fighting for his country in the second World War, much like many other young men at the time. He fought hard, and he fought well, until he came across the wrong fellow soldier on the battlefield, Dr. Whitmore. This doctor found out Enzo was a vampire, , lured him to Whitmore just after the war and imprisoned him there for research.

Despite being based on a university campus, the Augustine Society were highly secretive and were only known by the members within it. They collected vampires to experiment upon, to one day hopefully use their blood for humanity to cure fatal illnesses. Enzo spent seventy years as an Augustine vampire, spending his days either in his cell or on the operation table being experimented upon for hours. But every cloud has a silver lining, and with his imprisonment, he found love. The young vampire and the nurse responsible for the study of his behaviour soon found themselves falling in love with each other, and Maggie even asked Enzo to turn her so they could spend eternity together. But he was far too motivated by his need to protect her, and compelled her to leave and forget about him because the idea of her being found and experiencing the same fate as he had was too much of a risk.

With the loss of love, he also found friendship in Damon Salvatore. Being the only two vampires imprisoned, they found company in each other and bonded on what they would do upon escaping. They only had each other to talk to and became incredibly close over the time spent together in the cells, and Enzo rationed his blood to Damon as an escape plan to the two concocted. Damon seized his opportunity and broke free of his chains and in the process caused a fire to spread. But Enzo was still locked in his cage covered in vervain, and after several attempts, Damon realised he couldn’t free his friend and so he turned off his humanity, abandoning Enzo in his cage to burn in the fire. It was believed that Enzo died in that fire, but he was continuously tormented for years afterwards.

After seventy years of capture, Enzo managed to get free of his torturers and went looking for the only friend he had had in those long years, not sure if he wanted to rekindle the friendship or kill the one person he had put his trust in and who had betrayed him in return. He eventually chose for rekindling the friendship because he had been alone for long enough. He would try to build up his life again, maybe even find love. Which he did, in the young wolf Gabriel.

Building up a new life wasn’t as easy as it sounded after being in captivity for seventy years, so Enzo did let go of his caution, killing humans and feeding off them as he wanted to. This did get him in trouble more than once, because it was against the rules of the Quarter, it even brought him to the brink of death when a werewolf decided to take his revenge on the vampire for using a friend of that wolf as a human blood bag. Slowly, Enzo found his peace and settled down for an easier life, trying to keep himself out of trouble, not involving himself in any battles between the different factions. He wondered why he hadn’t left the Quarter yet, but he constantly realized that it was the only place he could call home.

Connections

Damon Salvatore - These two have been friends since before Enzo emergence in the French Quarter, having both been stuck and experimented on by the Augustines in Mystic Falls. Rekindling their friendship was a rocky road due to personal vendettas, but their bond has since been mended. Enzo knows that Damon needs a friend now more than ever after a tragic loss. But as truths are revealed, Damon might need not just as a friend but on his side as he takes on a newfound enemy.

Gabriel Labonair - Their rocky on again and off again relationship has always caused some drama in Enzo’s life, but none more so than now. When Klaus took over, a very defined line was drawn and while the vampire stood on that line, the werewolf had clearly chosen his own side. And it’s that side, that loyalty that had yet to falter, that’s put Gabriel in danger and might pull Enzo into the war against Marcel.

Bonnie Bennett - Due to his friendship with the elder Salvatore brother, Enzo constantly finds himself around those who migrated from Mystic Falls and this witch draws his attention more than most of the others. She’s feisty, beautiful, talented and he can’t help but be drawn to her. 

Marcel Gerard - Enzo was never a huge fan of Klaus and bears no vendetta against Marcel for his actions against the hybrid. However, his other personal connections cause him to worry he may become a target of the vampire.

Alexander Xu - Neutrality in it’s truest form, Alexander reflects Enzo’s lack of care in the supernatural hierarchy. It’s in the other vampire’s company that Enzo isn’t constantly reminded of all the overly dramatic problems in the Quarter.

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