Lexia yawned and looked back to her phones screen. She was looking through her playlist listening to music, while resting on the couch. Lexia was out of it today for some reason, maybe because of what Naomi said. She blushed lightly and sighed. "I swear ill punch her.." She adjusted her headphones and leaned her head back against the couch. Behind the music she heard a faint yell. She slid her headphone down to her neck and got off the couch. Going to the lounge she saw Chesire, Charm, and Naomi. "Hm..?" Lexia sighed. Whatever the problem is, Chesire is probably the cause of it.
. "Grr... nevermind.. I have more important things to worry about at the moment... where's Max and Lexia? I saw Lexia earlier so I know she's in the house. As for Max, I have no idea.." she said slumping back into her chair. "Im right here.." She went forward from hiding and smiled a little.

"Not that I don't love hanging out with you guys, but I'm going to go for a walk. Have dinner ready for me when I get back," Belinda said, rising from her seat and leaving the room.
Jason watched Belinda leave, then turned to the young woman playing with the acoustic. He scratched the side of his beanie with the tip of the large knife again, thinking of something to say to her.
He had looked over this woman's file, along with everyone else that was in charge of guarding Dimecurio's daughter, but he knew files don't tell you everything about your team, there are variables they don't show you, like interests and personality, he wanted to get to know his team, and he knew that building trust with someone you work with you is important for success...or in his line of work, survival, besides, she was hot.

"Uh, is that a Yamaha Jasmine Acoustic?", he eventually asked the woman, Roberta, he believed her name was.

Bobbi looked up, then rose to her feet, setting the guitar ext to her. She looked at the guy. "yep. you can use it if ya like. Here's me number, folks."" she said, put a small scrap of paper on the table then followed Belinda out the door as she got her dog ready. The girl wasn't gonna like it, but it sucked to be her, really. She wasn't messing up this job. End of. She followed about three feet behind, her hand in her leather jacket pockets as he looked around. She put her bluetooth headpeice in her ear, and turned it on.

Charm yawned again as a lot of the guards came in. She shook her head. "I won't be able to fall back asleep at this point, but tomorrow is Saturday anyway. I'll just take a walk since the air is still nice." She walked back to her room and changed into a pokeball noodle-strap dress, slipping on matching flats. She stretched and walked to the door, looking behind her. "I don't really care if one of you follows me, but stay hidden. I don't want you to step in unless I'm in danger, but that's unlikely anyway." She stepped out the door and silently closed it, pulling on her usual Pikachu hoodie and going out onto the sidewalk. She sighed and walked towards the large park that had a forest in the back of it. She decided she would go to the abandoned tree house she had refurbished to her liking.

Chesire grinned at Charm and waved back at her, but before he could say anything back, Noami had barged in with her fake smile and dragged him into another room by his ear.
"Ow ow ow. Bye Charm! Ow ow."

Chesire sighed as Nomai yelled at him.
He went cross eyed for a moment just to slightly lighten the mood.
"You know you stress to much. That's why your starting to get frown lines."

He turned his head as Lexia came in. "Hello there Lexi!"

"Hello there Lexi!" She smiles a bit more. "Why hi there Chesire making more trouble for Naomi i see." She chuckles before stretching a bit.
Looking around she wondered where the others were. Today was the meeting right? She lets out a sigh before leaning against the wall, putting on her headphones. This time putting the music on low so she can hear if they need something from her.

Belinda frowned as Bobbi decide she could come along. How rude, really. But then again, nothing could happen to Daddy's little princess. Not after his queen had just died.

Belinda's frown increased into one of sorrow. It was exactly two weeks now that her mother had died, a concept difficult for any person to comprehend let alone an eighteen year old girl with her whole life in front of her. What life? she thought bitterly. What life did she have? Forsaken by birth as the enemy to people she had never met. Her mother was innocent. It was her father that deserved to die, not her. She had been the only friend allowed to Belinda. The servants came and went, the houses her merely temporary places of resident; there was no time to foster any sense of relations with other people. Not even her own father. How long had it been since he had seen her? Two... Three years? Would he even recognize her on the street, would she him?

Belinda felt a soft nudge on her hand. Alda gazed at her with pleading eyes, sensing her emotion turmoil and self pity. The girl's eyes hardened, too proud to even let her dog see her as weak. Even so, she turned toward Bobbi, a question burning on her lips. "Why do you work for him? What could he have to offer you that someone couldn't?"

Bobbi sighed. "I had a feeling you'd want to know. It's 'cos I owe him. And I'm gonna keep owing him, no matter what." she leaned against a streetlight, and lit herself a cigarette, taking a long drag. She regarded the girl, who seemed to be wiser beyond her years. "Well, about ten years back," she exhaled the blueish smoke, "This crack reporter wanted to expose the Giordanio family. He was doing pretty well, until the boss man worked it out. He ran to Demicurio. Gave him the information he had, in return for protection for his wife, his daughter and himself. Demicurio agreed. But the info didn't last more than about a year, before it ended up useless. Demi paid a visit to the reporter, and told him he was gonna cut the protection if the 'porter didn't cough up somethin' else. The reporter offered his kid. His twelve year old daughter, to be taken away and raise by Demicurio to fight, to be a decent warrior. She already knew how to fire a gun. That girl was me. If i don't work for your dad, mine dies." she sighed, taking another drag and exhaling again.

Belinda regarded Bobbie carefully. So, she had no choice in the matter. Perhaps if Belinda had any connection with her father she would have understood Bobbi's decision, but she did not. If she was in Bobbi's situation, she would have left and let the bastard die. "So, you're just a toy for Daddy then. Is it really worth it though?" The girl knew she would hit upon sour notes, but continued probing Bobbi ruthlessly. "If your father was weak enough to give you up as a bartering device, how can you say he even cared for you? If he studied the Giordanios so closely, he knew what type of life you would lead under my father. How could he have done that to you, his precious little girl?" Her tone was almost malicious, as if she was taunting Bobbi. She wanted a reaction for the woman. "How can you really know? Maybe he was glad to hand you over. Maybe it made things easier for him that way if he felt he didn't have to worry about you anymore. Under my father, you aren't his problem anymore."

Bobbi shook her head with a sad smile. "you're right. It was easy to give me up. I was twelve, belinda. I was so young, it became that all I knew was Demicurio's training. But all that time, whenever I wondered why I was doing it, I never once thought I was doing it for myfather. Nope." she said. It was funny. Here was this, well, kid, and Bobbi was talking to her like they were the same age. She had another drag, then continued. "Your mom was nice, you know. She made sure Demi treated me right. You miss your mom, don't you? Well, my mom never wanted me to leave. She was Romanian. A gipsy. Taught me how to speak the language, dance the traditional dances, everything. Well, You know how the mob works, don't you? You never kill just the target, you kill the witnesses, and the ties. My mom is a tie to my dad. So if he goes down, so does she. And I flat out refuse to be responsible to my mothers death. i visit her, sometimes, you know. She's doing well. The villa they're in is amazing. I'll take you to visit sometime."

Charm walked down the street, letting the cool night's air envelope her. She spotted two shadows in the distance, squinting to see who it was. She realized it was the girl from school and quickly looked to both sides. She sighed and jumped, grabbing the top of the wall that surrounded the park. She pulled herself up and crawled over to a part of the wall top that was concealed by many branches. She looked over to the girl and someone walking beside her. From what she could tell, the girl was walking a dog and the person walking behind her was a bit stoic and probably a bodyguard. Charm sat on the wall, her feet barely able to be seen from under the branches.

Jason looked at the guitar as Bobbi followed after Belinda, trying to decide whether to follow them, mess with the acoustic, or go back to his room. He decided to do the last two. Jason picked up the guitar gently and walked back to his comfortable living quarters to drink some scotch and strum the beautiful guitar in relaxation...something told him this job was going to get a lot harder.

When Naomi saw that most of everyone was here, she stood up. "Okay, well I called you all here because I have news from the boss, but first, I need to tell you guys about what I saw today. I was going to pick up Charm from school like normal when I saw a Dimecurio dog at the school. Then shortly after, another two showed up to pick up the Dimecurio daughter, our target. Who would of thought that they would enroll their precious brat into the same school as Lady Charm? Ironic, isn't it? Well anyway, I told the boss this and he's giving us a set of orders. We're to patrol the school and keep an eye on the Dimecurio brat, and if we find an opening, take it."

She cleared her throat. "That's all. We start Monday. Oh, and one more thing. We cannot tell Charm that we'll be watching her school. She musn't find out what we're doing. So no contact with her during school hours!" She sat back down.

Belinda didn't know what upset her more. Bobbi mentioning her mother, Bobbi agreeing with her, or Bobbi's kind offer to take her to see the villa. Either way, something had causing Belinda to huff and turn away. At the same moment Alda lifted her head and growled. With flat ears, the Doberman crept forward until Belinda released the leash and it darted forward, barking at a wall. It was then Belinda noticed the shoes and person concealed by the branches. "Who's there?" she asked sharply.

Jason had just reached his living quarters and placed a hand on the door knob when he heard the doberman begin to bark. He let his hands slip off the the knob as he turned his head to listen to the muffled barking. Those dogs are trained, I don't think they would bark at just anything, Jason knew it might be nothing, but his instincts said other wise. He quickly opened his door and immediately went to his leather jacket laying on the floor, removing the .44 magnum from the inside holster and checking the six revolving chambers. Satisfied that they were all loaded, he clicked the safety off and headed for the source of the barking.

Charm jumped and broke out of her daydream as a dog barked up at her. She looked around and saw the person that had been walking with the girl from school. She pulled her legs up and stood on the wall. "That's none of your business. I'm just trying to relax. Now, would you please stop that dog's barking? It's grating on my nerves and I've had a stressful day. Exciting at that, but stressful none the less." She frowned. "Please."

"Belinda, we're going back now." Bobbi said, turning gently and in a specific way so that she was behind Belinda. She rubbed her gun in an absentminded gesture which just looked like she was rubbing her back. She started walking.