My Gift is My Song. Be Italian! โช๏ธ ๐๐๐๐ค๐ฒ ๐๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐๐๐ซ๐ฌ ๐๐, ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ โช๏ธ 21+
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Peaky Blinders OC
Very loosely based on Luisa Contini from the film "Nine."
1920โ30s (possible modern day alternate).
Face Claim: Marion Cotillard.
All OCs/crossovers welcome.
MDNI 21+
#MVRP#HistoricalRP#1920s#PeakyBlinders
"This place is under new management...by order of the Peaky Blinders!"
๏ผก๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ ๏ฝ ๏ผณ๏ฝ๏ฝ ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ
Older brother of Thomas, John, Ada, and Finn Shelby.
ms/mv
โก & โป
@whiskeyreveries โ and his wandering affections.
"I am in no position to turn down aid when it is offered to me," Luisa said. She stared at her glass rather than at him. He had such very attentive eyes...it was unnerving. "I will accept your help. How shall we begin?"
{ Starter for @BLEAKMlDWINTER }
Another successful performance. That's what the papers would write. "Luisa Contini Wins English Hearts." She always won hearts with her voice. All but the one that mattered.
During her concierto, halfway through her first song (a favorite of โ
@whiskeyreveries This was probably a trap. Or a trick of some kind. Or a way to double-cross someone else, and she was just a stepping stone. Or...maybe this handsome stranger was a fever dream brought on by loneliness and alcohol.
Did it matter? No. She was bored. And angry at her husband โ
@helltomorrow โ vanity stool and took a long swig of her drink. It was beginning to go to her head. But what did that matter? Maybe she would actually sleep through the night.
@helltomorrow โ news for you, Signor Shelby. My husband rarely lets me out of my gilded cage. I don't see what I could possibly do for you. Unless it's something that can fit into the time span of one to three hours he typically spends inside women who aren't me."
She sunk down onto her โ
@helltomorrow โ the room to where she'd left the bottle of Campari. "I'd very much like to procure the names of these solicitors from you," she said as she refilled her glass. She held up the bottle in offering. "Another?"
@helltomorrow "Decided to start being nice?" Luisa repeated. There was a hint of laughter in her voice, as she couldnโt quite decide if he was being serious or not. "Are you usually not nice? You forget, I know nothing about you. Except for your apparent liking for my vocals."
She crossed โ
// Finding this a bit frustrating. I've gone several days without hearing from anyone. It makes me wonder what I'm doing wrong. I try to engage with other writers, I get ignored. They engage with me, the next day I get dropped. Maybe I'm too old for RP? Just not sure anymore.
@BLEAKMlDWINTER โ She should take full advantage while she was here.
"I could pay you," she offered. "For your time and information. Speaking of, do you know a good solicitor?"
@BLEAKMlDWINTER โ truly offering his aid. This town was his home, after all, and he would therefore know the ins and outs better than she. In addition to that, Luisa knew from her own research that laws regarding marriage and divorce were more lax in England than they were in Italy. โ
@BLEAKMlDWINTER โ what it's like, Signor Shelby? To only be wanted by someone because they see you as their means to their next pay day? Money. That's all I am to him. And because of that, he won't let me go. But he doesn't love me."
@BLEAKMlDWINTER โ does this will not speak against him. It's my word against his, unless I have a credible witness. 'Credible' meaning 'male,' of course."
Her hand hovered around the bottle of Campari, but she decided against it. She didn't need her head to be clouded further.
"Do you know โ