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[Jan. 6th, 2008|03:14 am] |
 As the clock besides the office door clicks away the night, sooner and sooner bringing the approaching dawn - in a quiet area sits Josephine "Josie" Vizzini, reading over several open cases charts as she attempts to get herself acquainted with her new desk and with the ongoing court cases in the Emerald City, Seattle. The newest public defender for the Seattle Court System, Josephine was eager to get started. She wanted to help the city, wanted to make those who were bringing the death toll count higher each year pay, but more so she wanted the innocent man to walk, he only took up needed space in jails. She would do her best to solve every case given to, just thrilled she had the opportunity to... and praying that her past would not become issue. Her dark past she had hidden oh so well from her co-workers in Los Angeles... her past which in Seattle would most likely come back to life once more...
Born on January 30, 1972 to Massimo and Luciana Vizzini in Brooklyn, New York - Josephine Verona Vizzini, also known as Josie, came into this world in a regular fashion but hardly to a regular family. Living in historical Dyker Heights, Josephine was raised as a middle class princess. She was brought up as a strict Catholic, attending church every Sunday without fail. More so family was indeed ever prevalent - always surrounded by cousins, aunts, uncles, along with friends of the family. Anything she could want was given, she was often spoiled with affection and adoration. As a child she couldn't have been happier - her fondest memories being of her father (Massimo) tucking her into bed only to regal her with a bedtime story. Josephine's bedtime stories were not like other children's bedtime tails however. Cinderella and snow white never came up, instead Massimo told his daughter about her family. How she is the granddaughter to world famous Sicilian mob boss Calogero "Don Calò" Vizzini.
But even growing up in a loving household can have it's dark side. Massimo was always strong within organized crime and though he tried to hide it from his daughter, she was all to well aware of it. She knew the men she called uncles were not of blood, but simply a thug her father used. She understood that power was important to him and through her father's dealings she learned how to manipulate, how to get what she wanted when she wanted it, how to control people, and how one should go about their most sinister plans.
Perhaps it was because of this fact that Josephine began to stray away from being her father's little princess by the age of thirteen and instead became infatuated with law. As a child she was told she would never have to work, have to think, have to do anything but look pretty. An independent thinker on a whole, even as a child, she hated that. She didn't want to be a housewife, to end up like her mother or the wives of her "uncles", women who's jobs were to look pretty and clean. She didn't want to be part of crime, she didn't want to add to the already decaying lifestyle available in the United States. She wanted to fix things, to help those who were defenseless. She simply didn't like the path being asked of her... at least not until Marc.
 Marc Cuomo was barely the age of twenty-five when he stumbled into Josephine Vizzini's world, having become a colleague of her fathers. Tall, handsome, strong, and intelligent; He seemed nothing like the rest of the team she often saw around her house. Marc was different and at the age if sixteen, she couldn't deny her attraction to his bad-boy side. More so he was forbidden by her father, Massimo, having stated clearly through the years that she was to marry whom he chooses, someone who could run the family besides him. And the more Massimo dismissed her attraction to Marc and his attraction to her, the more the two seemed desperate to have each other.
Three short months. Josephine had only known Marc for three months when she finally seduces him into her arms. The two fitting together perfectly as a couple though all transactions were kept secret. All her distaste for her family's history and current situation washed away with his every touch and kiss. She found herself at a loss for him, willing to do whatever he wanted. She would have shaken hands with the devil himself for Marc. He was the sun and the stars to her, him always seemingly knowing what was on her mind without her needing to say it, him always there to comfort any insecurities or doubts she has with a soft kiss to the temple. The two seemed almost destined for each other, him enlightening her mind and showering her a world that she didn't know existed. Marc was everything to her but unfortunately, fate did not have a happy ending for the two in mind.
It was shortly after Josephine and Marc had professed their love for each other out-loud to her father that Marc suddenly took a leave of absence only to wash up on the shore of the Hudson River a few weeks later. Josephine remembers that night more vividly then any other in her life. It was a cold night when the her father came to her, telling her of the news almost with a wicked gleam within his eyes. Never had he told her anything so wicked with such detail and glee. She knew what had happened, though her father would never say it word for word, she knew it was he who made sure Marc's untimely death occurred. Though he said he felt bad, the cheer on his face said otherwise and it was as he sat on the edge of her bed, divulging facts she never wanted to know, that something finally snapped.
 Graduation came for Josephine less then a year and a half later, leaving her free of her family in her personal opinion. Without Marc there was nothing to keep her, the last year and a half having turned her from a sweet child who wanted to better the world to a jaded girl who wanted to make sure the world would pay. She would not let anyone else get away with what her father had. She would not turn her old man in but she would make sure anyone who steals someone elses' loved one would pay with jail or their own death.
So without hesitation she left New York City for Stanford California, making it into their law program only to be one of their most effective and efficient students. A quick learn, Josephine made sure to be the top of her class. She pushed herself more then anyone else not just within her studies, but physically as well. Whatever it would take to get ahead, Josephine would do without remorse. She was too fueled by her hate - her hate for her upbringing, her hate for the business that could have been hers, and her hate for the pain that murder can bring upon anyone - to care. She wanted to make someone pay if not everyone for the heartache that haunts her.
Climbing the ladder of success was hardly difficult for Josephine. Though female, she seemed to have an edge with her childhood. She knew the men, who was lying, who was telling the truth. She didn't need a lie detector half the time, she could see through the vague far off gaze they often held when demanding to speak to their lawyers on who had truly killed before and who had only been playing the part of the badman. And it was because of her father and the life he gave her that Josephine, a daughter he disowned when he found of her profession, was one of the best defense attornies. It was because of him that she could ensure justice within a courtroom could take place, and it was because of him that she was able to sleep at night.
The past, her family, her struggle - none of that had been public knowledge back in Los Angeles, the Italian community never having been a real concern out there. Los Angeles was a city of gangs, organized crime had no true loud voice that she worried about. However now, seated still in the cool office making herself at home as much as she could... Josephine had fears. Though people swore that organized crime was not the front of sin in Seattle, Josephine knew better. Her past would walk with her to each scene, she would face the story of her life over and over again with each corner she turns... but she would make sure that justice would be served, that every murder would be solved correctly, and that those who try to control, manipulate, and rule with violence would finally be knocked off their thrones. She would clean up Emerald City somehow, even if it would be the end of her. |
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