angelo "jude" genovese

Schedules. Jude had been homeschooled for a while, and before that he'd simply had a schedule handed to him. Manta Carlos, on the other hand, was way more accommodating. They had worked with him to hammer out his schedule, let him avoid entire classes that would be mind-numbingly boring, and now...

Well, everything was good and awful. The party had been mostly okay, outside of that one thing, but then the pool had to go and make everything so complicated. His had been fine. Everyone else had been fine. Zoras? Zoras had not been fine. Which was why he was currently getting lunch with...

Zora had come down to the community centre that evening because of - well, the rumours....rumours that had been going around about the party itself. She had been curious mostly. However, she was pretty sure now that curiosity had killed the cat in the end. Everything had been fine, the grass on...

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Rory felt..complicated when she got home. Not bad. Not great. But certainly torn. And the one concrete thought was: fuck this place. Really fuck it hard. It wasn't maliciousness, per say, but it was close enough. She didn't go back to sleep once she'd arrived but instead worked at getting...

Aren had spent days trying to find the location of someone he met in the community center. Right now he was the only chance Aren had of understating what he was and why he had his powers. It took a very long time but Aren was eventually able to learn that Jude was currently in a local library...

Jude was, if nothing else, a pretty paranoid person. He'd heard the saying It's not paranoia if they're actually out to get you once upon a time from one of his father's men, and it had more or less stuck with him since then. In his life, people planning to kill him was to be expected. It was...

Once upon a time, Jude had been very near to the ideal model student. He'd worked hard. He'd done all his homework on time. His grades had been great, but not the top of the class. He'd participated in extra-curricular activities, but any time he'd done anything competetive he'd always seemed to...

In a strange way, Jude felt like his old self again. Doing teenage things didn't feel normal for him. He'd never really done them. He'd gone to school, but he'd kept a comfortable distance from his fellow students. He didn't have people over. He wasn't normal. Not like that. But walking into...

Jude knew it was going to be awful. In fact, pretty much no possible outcome was anything less then terrible. The very best case scenario was still awful. He'd gotten there early, ordered a coffee, and then grabbed a table off against the wall. Broen would show up when he did, and Jude fully...

Oh boy. This was it, wasn't it? The bit where he put his money where his mouth was. He'd said that they were firmly in a know-all-each-others-terrible-secrets kind of friendship, but he hadn't done anything with it. He hadn't proved it. He'd kept his secrets, just like he always had. His...

Angelo was on his way out. Jude was, as far as he could tell, fine. Or mostly fine. Not dying, and not needing to go to the hospital, and what else was there to really worry about? More importantly, he was better than the night before, and he made a point of stopping by the kitchen to find Rory...

Jude was having doubts. In fact, that was pretty much a constant thing. He was just nothing but doubts. Doubts about who he was. Doubts about what he wanted. Doubts about what he was supposed to be doing. He lay on his bed, staring up at the ceiling, and wondering if it was him. Was it him? Was...

Things had gone well. Really well. He'd cut off Altizica, there was no sign of the greater whole, and he'd expected it as... something that was going to happen. Something that needed to happen. He hadn't even needed to use his backup plan, which made the whole thing feel really silly. But it was...

Jude didn't have a choice in coming to therapy. Not really. The choice was sit down with a therapist once or twice a week or move into the dorms, and I'm cutting you off. Not much of a choice at all. He really liked Officer Genovese, and it hurt knowing he'd disappointed him, but it helped a...

Jude was not the kind of person who went into things half-cocked. No, he was the kind of person with meticulous preparations, and having a whopping three hours notice was not sitting right with him. He'd been dropped off at a grocery store by Eon, picked up food and supplies, and then grabbed...

If you had told the Jude of six months ago that he'd have been spending his evenings straining Paragon's Blood, he'd have said you were insane. There was just no way. Absolutely not going to happen. And yet there he was, getting home just before midnight, having spent the better part of two...

Jude wasn't exactly giving Broen a lot of advanced notice. He was just kind of showing up the moment Broen texted him, a great big metal box held in his arms. He was obviously straining under the weight, leaning up against the doorframe as he waited for Broen to open the door. He had a messenger...

Altizica sighed, staring at the rock he held in his hand. The rock was the last piece of the Izzen world he had eaten...he wasn’t quite sure why he kept it but I thought it as a memento of past journeys. Now it was simply a memento to past sins. What do you do when past sins come crawling back...

Jude had never thought he'd find someone on the island who would rub him quite that way, and yet he had. He'd happened to run into a very specific combination of traits that had set him off in a very bad way: An eldritchian creature that was the personification of hunger, who had consumed entire...