Post by VESPER JACE MONROE on Jan 5, 2011 13:09:12 GMT -6
vesper jace monroe
IS PLAYED BY KEVIN JONAS, THEY ARE ELPHIE'S CREATION
WHO HAS BEEN IN THIS BUSINESS FOR 6 YEARS NOW.
BY THE WAY, THE PASSCODE IS BITCH PLEASE.
[/SIZE][/FONT] Ves at times.
AGE & BIRTHDAY twenty & march 8th
GENDER & ORIENTATION male & straight
HOMETOWN & COUNTRY New York & USA
MEMBER GROUP staff / servant[/color][/font][/SIZE]
GRADE LEVEL n/a[/color][/font][/SIZE]
MAJOR/MINOR n/a [/color][/font][/SIZE]
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Man Journal,
I know I said I’d never write in you again, but I feel that I should take notes on my life seeing as I’ve gotten myself into a stupid situation. One that could possibly involve a death. I know what you’re thinking, why write that down? Because I have to tell somebody… Even if it’s just the stupid page of a book. Writing has always helped calm my nerves and being on a plane doesn’t help much. I’m on a plane, like I just said and on my way to Fermenterta. Spain. That’s right, almost visiting my Italian roots, but not. It’ll be nice to go back to Europe, though the reason isn’t so nice. I’ve been hired for something I really don’t think I can do… I have to kill someone. I know, I know, some dork twenty year old like me, kill someone? I’ve been through enough training to know how to kill people and try and make it look like an accident, but I told myself I’d never actually get into it. Tell me again why my father had to be a member of the mafia? Anyway… We moved to America and I thought everything would calm down. No. Now I’m on some mission to kill someone. Oh yeah. A Princess I might add. Fucking screwed if I get caught. You’re probably wondering why I’m doing this, huh? Money. As bad as that is, it’s true. With dad dead I have no money. I have a job but it’s not paying enough, and if I do this I get a huge sum and I can go to school and do what I want to do. I’m as desperate as that hooker that hangs at the corner of my street. At least being on an Island in fucking no where will help with these damned withdrawals, who thought I’d still have them after a year?
I wish I didn’t have to do this… ‘m not a cold hearted killer like my dad was. I’ve protected myself, and hell I’ve used a gun on someone before I moved to New York. But I thought that was all supposed to be in the past… Then my Dad had to go and get himself drunk and run off a bridge, the fucking idiot. I wish I could go live in Italy again, but of course, I can’t. I’m not Vittore Morano anymore, I’m Vesper Monroe. Safe from prying eyes as long as I keep my nose out of Italy. Oh well. Maybe this won’t be as bad as it is, Princesses are supposed to be snobby bitches so maybe it’ll be a relief to everyone that she quietly gets snuffed out some night in the not so distant future. Best thing? I’m getting paid by the next in line for the throne. How cliché
HAVE I TOLD YOU PIRATE SKITTLES! FROM CAUTION MADE THIS ?!
