angelo "jude" genovese

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Aren’s latest dream was...disturbing to say the least. The voice that had plagued him in his dreams for the past few weeks finally was talking to Aren directly. Well that was what he believed was going on at least. What the voice had said prompted Aren to call Jude and ask to meet at the park as...

Rory and Jude knew each other almost too well to be playing one lie, two truths with each other. That didn't stop Rory from issuing the challenge at lunch time. The prize was bragging rights (and fun). She sat with Jude outside the main cafeteria, drumming her fingers in excitement. "You want...

Jude didn't wake Blade. She was clearly tired, and he wanted her to get some sleep. He'd try and convince everyone to let her get into bed in a timely manner, but realistically speaking? That wasn't going to happen. Everyone was going to want to see her. Everyone was going to want to ask how...

Jude hadn't been planning to get in another match so soon, but he wasn't going to turn one down either. Alexis was nice, the match would be friendly, and Galen seemed to be... well, maybe not helping Alexis out, but definitely encouraging him. Alexis had always struck Jude as being a bit sad or...

Jude didn't deal with models. That wasn't his thing, and it wasn't his dad's thing, and his experience with Fashion-with-a-capitol-F was more along the lines of going to the nice old Italian tailor on the west side of Halcyon city (Had his dad also owned him? Was that a front?) and getting...

Jude wasn't quite done. Not yet. He'd met Wind's Respite--a kindly older woman who seemed distinctly uncomfortable with the whole thing--and they'd gotten along pretty well. By the tournament rules, he was supposed to start gunning for other people (Broen? Rory? Anyone?), but instead he'd gone a...

An ornate, gold trimmed message was delivered early one morning, naming this one of several meeting spots. What appeared to be a young man with teal-colored hair stood nearby with a blank stare and calm demeanor, waiting. "Dear sir, ma'am, or any other address of your choice, You have been...

Jude was prepared. Probably overprepared, if he was being honest with himself. He was talking to Broen, not sitting down to write his SATs, but he felt like the latter. It was Friday. The last Friday of summer. Come Monday, he'd be in class, and who knew if Broen would still be hanging around...

Rory had sat Jude down and explained how she'd told Broen that Jude was romantically attracted to him. She'd explained her reasoning (it made things easier and he'd needed to hear it). Rory had been as straightforward and calm as she could muster. They sat outside, a good deal away from the...

Jude was better, at least in the physical sense. Roa had healed the bruising on his hand. He'd healed the bruising on his chest, for that matter. But he still looked exhausted, and he was still putting the pieces back together mentally. He'd talked to Rory. He'd talked to Travis. He'd talked to...

Jude was, all things considered, pretty tired. He'd slept, but he was still tired. He'd vented to Rory. He'd vented to Officer Genovese. But for the most part? He'd tried to keep it business as usual. He didn't want to vent to Alma. He liked her, but the relationship was also too new to dump all...

Rory was still livid. Not at Jude or Broen or any of her team. In fact, Rory wasn't entirely sure who she was livid at. Yet. She was on a warpath to find out. She sat Jude down with a good stew, crackers, and a drink. A full stomach would help get him talking, but if that didn't work, Rory's...

Bullet wounds suck. That was a fact that Broen wouldn't try and sugarcoat for himself. But lying in a hospital room, all sterile white with stitches in his side, he was wholly not focused on how much he hurt. His thoughts were split between two different sensations. One thing suddenly returned...

Jude wanted to know his classmates. He wanted to have the normal high school experience. He'd never been close with his old classmates, but everyone here was just as weird as he was (if not weirder), and he didn't have to hide anything. He could say and do what he wanted. He could go to a...

Shale took a long and deep breath as he strolled up to the house at the address Jude had provided him, double checking the slip of paper he had scrawled it on and squinting between the two numbers to confirm that they were a match. Everything seemed in order, and the gargoyle made his approach...

Jude had kind of jumped feet first into the deep end with the whole relationship thing. Back at home, he'd never kissed a girl. He'd never even held hands. His entire life had involved an intense knowledge that he couldn't just get close to people without being extra cautious, and extra caution...

Looking at the clock on the dashboard of her car, Zora saw that she had arrived almost on time at a popular gun range located outside Manta Carlos city limits, parking her car in the parking lot. Zora then got out of the vehicle and locked the door. Looking at the building and grounds around her...

Travis was meeting up with Jude over at Officer Genovese's house. This wasn't anything out of the ordinary, almost to the point that he practically lived there himself. The rest of the team lived there, but it felt strange just moving in. Or asking to move in, though this older cop version of...

Jude was not entirely clear why he was nervous. He shouldn't have been. He had absolutely no reason to be nervous. But he felt nervous anyway. Maybe because telling Rory felt sort of final. Maybe because he expected a lot of squinting and judgement. Either way, he was pretty awkward by the time...