<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3a/Jason_Peacock.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name/Occupation:</strong>Signor Jiovanni Pavone, Fashion & Film Icon<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>Late Afternoon, Day 1<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Courtyard<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>The Butler<br/><hr/><br/>Signor Jiovanni Pavone arrived just as he always did, whenever the hell he wanted to and with enough pomp and circumstance to choke a baby blue whale. Everything the man did was grandiose. Everything. From the way he spoke, to the way he dressed, to the way he zipped along beautifully appointed, pebbled driveways in his brand new, brilliant blue Aston Martin (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/95/Aston-martin-vanquish-dark-blue.jpg), the man, the myth, the legend, fashion's own self-proclaimed Re di Ghiaccio - or Ice King to those not in-the-know - clearly didn't understand the concept of subtlety. He was certainly of the mindset, "Vai grande o andare a casa!" better known as, "Go big or go home!" which he often informed his clients when they looked upon him with stunned expressions as he unveiled his latest avant-garde collection or experimental film.<br/><br/>Sliding into place mere feet from the front entrance of Ironstaff Manor in a spray of gravelly bits, Jiovanni let the primed engine purr for a little while longer as he fussed with himself in the rearview mirror. Ensuring that not a single hair was out of place before he stepped from the sleek vehicle, the youthful reflection that gazed back at him was just as it needed to be. Appearances were everything after all and even here, in the middle of nowhere, the expectation was that he look as flawless and as fresh as ever, if not more so, seeing that his host was none other than Mr. Barnaby Temple himself.<br/><br/>Ah, Barnsy. The over-the-hill billionaire seemed to have no shame, it was as if he liked taking a beating, time and time again. Perhaps he was a masochist? Anything was possible. Nevertheless, Jiovanni had to give the man points for having big enough balls to welcome him into his very home. Big balls indeed, for their past was, well, it was<em>colorful</em>to say the least, so much so, Jio had already convinced himself that this seemingly benign invitation came with a price. Whether it was his reputation that would take a hit or something greater, was yet to be known. Either way, he was ready to take on the man even though he clearly had the home court advantage.<br/><br/>Laying into the car's horn with his gloved hand, Jio called for the help. This antiquated abode certainly had to have its fair share of servants, didn't it? Actually, why hadn't one of them been waiting to receive him? Had they not heard his approach? This...this was unacceptable! Such lax behavior would not be tolerated! Barnsy would most certainly hear about this!<br/><br/>Laying on the horn once more, he finally gave in and gave up after the sixth resounding blast. Killing the engine, he undid the door himself and proceeded to step out. As would be expected from one in his line of work, Jiovanni now stood within the courtyard in all his bespoked resplendence (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/25/Three_Piece.JPG) trying to decide on how he should proceed. There was no way in hell he was brining his own bags inside. He would sooner turn right around and head back home than perform such a menial task. He would, however, fetch his own fashionable topcoat (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7e/Trench.JPG), which was draped across the passenger side seat. Granted, there wasn't truly a need for the three-quarter length, supple leather garment, seeing that he would more than likely be stepping inside soon enough, but it was a necessary accessory just the same.<br/><br/>Once in place upon his broad shoulders, he took up a stance towards the rear of his Vanquish and waited. Surely someone would be out to attend to him and his needs, wouldn't they? Or was this all a part of Temple's plot to make the young man feel inferior and unimportant? It...it, well, if<em>this</em>was how this weekend was going to play out, Jiovanni Pavone would have to do everything in his power to keep himself from throttling the old fool with his own two hands!