Enzo gets an eyeful of his sister rolling on the ground laughing with Cammy.  His eyes narrow as he is propelled through the air at the barrels of hay..<br/><br/>Normally, Lecher toss ended in Enzo landing near the barrels of hay..or in a near by pond. He always had the concentration to keep him self from landing face first in the haystacks...but not today.  The obnoxious over the top laughter of his sister and that..woman she so adored was getting on his -last- nerve.  He's so jarred by this , that he winds up face first in the hay stacks.  He'd gasp in pain if the wind wasn't knocked out of him.  He stumbles like a drunken Sailor on shore leave, as he gets to his feet.  He pats his face to see if his nose is bleeding...it is.<span style="color: navy"> "Thankyou Goliath..I don't know what I'd do if it weren't for your pea-brained desire to toss things at other things..." </span><br/><br/>His words are cold...lacking emphases.  His eye glaring at his sister ...This..he could not abide...He would have to find a way to get her alone....later.<br/>But first...<br/><span style="color: navy">"Excuse me ." </span>He nods politley..or as polite as Enzo ever was , he steps over some hay barrels and makes his way  to the large tub of water near the out house. The outhouses are out back..out of sight..beyond most the trailers.Private. He dunks his face in trying to rid him self of sweat , grime and blood.<br/><br/>Izzy is still rolling on the floor , clutching her sides in laughter.<span style="color: olive"> "I..I...Holy shit I'm gonna piss my self.."</span>She cackles stumbling to her feet and making a bee line for the outhouse's.  She pushes past her brother<span style="color: olive">"Gangway asshole.."</span>and locks the outhouse door.<br/><br/>Enzo can not BELIEVE his luck...Normally he had to chase his sister down for this...but Izzy just landed in his lap . Sometimes he got lucky..<br/><br/>Enzo looks around to make sure no one is watching,-they arn't..they're alone. His fingers fumble into his pocket as he removes his pocket-watch and waits for his sister.  Even while Enzo's powers of manipulation worked best on the dim-witted, he'd always been able to push his own siblings buttons, they had been his first test subjects after all.<br/><br/>He plans to blindsides Izzy, the pocket-watch swinging slowly from side to side...waiting.<br/><br/><br/>Izzy goes about her business, and steps out of the out house intent to wash her hands, as she opens the door she is confronted face first with Enzo and his pocket watch.<span style="color: navy"> "You're getting bold again little sister...."</span>he coo's  his accent 100% gone, and replaced with an accent thick with Chicago overtones, much like Izzys. He snaps his fingers as  his voice lowers a few octaves.<br/><br/>Izzy's expression goes blank as her eyes follow from side to side...<br/><span style="color: navy"><br/>
"Isabella...you need to stop dhis..."</span>he purrs, waiting for his sisters response.<br/><br/><span style="color: olive">"Needs to stop.."</span>she nods.<br/><br/><span style="color: navy">"She doesn't care for you...She'll -NEVEA- care fr you...If you tell 'er ...she will -HATE- you....you will lose her, you will hurt her..and you will be alone...." </span>Enzo knew the moment he  had come to visit Isabella at the circus that -something- was up.  It didn't take long for him to put two and two together once he saw his sister with Camelia.  Then ..his plan took shape. At first, he had to slip some chloroform into Izzy's Moonshine to get her weakened enough to be  -this- open to suggestion..after a few months...she just had to be drunk..NOW....it only took a snap of his fingers<span style="color: navy">. " If you tell her somethin' bad'll happen...You don't want somethin' bad ta happen do ya?"</span><br/><br/>Izzy's jet black locks bob from side to side as she shakes her head..her eyes glossed over and dim as she mumbles, with a furrowed brow.<span style="color: olive">"No...Nothing bad.."</span><br/><br/>Enzo's smile is wide , curling up at the edges like delicate Art Nouveau decorations ,<span style="color: navy">"Yes..when you wake..you will remember nothin' of this...you will not read my mind...or somethin' BAD will happen...you will not disclose your misguided feelin's to that wretched tattooed woman...if you do..somethin' BAD'll happen."</span>He wasn't one to elaborate on what would happen..truth was..nothing would happen,  But Enzo knew ..the trick to a successful long term hypnotisim was repetition. Anytime Izzy got too close to divulging anything , even thought about it too much, she'd  get that nagging doubt in the back of her mind...a fear..that something BAD would happen.<br/><br/><span style="color: navy">"When I count ta' three...you will wash yr' hands, and go about yr business...You will not remember any of this..but you will remember that if you say one word...something BAD'll happen..." </span><br/><br/><span style="color: olive">"Something bad..."</span>Izzy nods.<br/><br/><span style="color: navy">"One..." </span>he purrs his grin never fading.<br/><span style="color: navy">"Two..."</span>he readies his chain to be pulled up in a flick of the wrist.<br/><span style="color: navy">"Three.."</span>His voice goes back to its fake British accent.<br/><br/>Izzy blinks and her eyes go back to normal. She shakes her head and looks at Enzo(who already has his watch pulled into the palm of his hand)...what the fuck was she doing?<span style="color: olive">"Outta my way ..."</span>she pushes her brother aside.<br/><br/>The smile never leaves his face.<span style="color: navy">"Isabella..."</span>he starts,<span style="color: navy"> "When are you finally going to buck up and tell Cammy you care for her?...I see you two laughing.." </span>Testing his handiwork was always his favorite part. The hypnotisim would have to be redone in a few days..eventually his sisters mind would over come the message and fear response if he failed to reinforce...he needed to check..every time.<br/><span style="color: olive"><br/>
"I Can't..."</span>she narrows her eyes as she washes her hands.<span style="color: olive">"I got this sinkin' suspicion if I do... something bad'll happen... Besides what the fuck do you care?"</span><br/><br/><span style="color: navy">"Just looking out for my little sister Iz.."</span>He purrs ruffling her hair and walking off.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>