Post by leonardo de luca on Mar 27, 2010 22:30:23 GMT -5
I CAN’T HELP MYSELF
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SAY HELLO TO LEONARDO[/font]
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IT’S SOME KIND OF JOKE
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THE BASICS THE BASICS THE BASICS[/font][/center]
SO, WHAT'S YOUR NAME?[/B]
Yo, the name's Leonardo Capris De Luca. A mouthful, I know. Just call me Leo though.
AND JUST HOW OLD ARE YOU?
I'm seventeen, born on april sixteenth nineteen ninety three.
JUST TO MAKE SURE - MALE OR FEMALE?
Um. Male.
WHICH WAY DO YOU SWING?
I'm all into the girls. Can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em.
WHERE CAN WE FIND YOU DURING THE DAY?
It's called school. It's horrible, and it's the worst-and only- part of my life. Only one more year though.. yes, that means I'm a senior.
WHO DO YOU MOST LOOK LIKE, AND WHY?
People say I'm like Alex Pettyfer, I guess.
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ALL WE CARE ABOUT IS
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THE PERSON THE PERSON THE PERSON[/font][/center]
WHAT ARE YOU INTO?[/B]
What am I into? Oh God, want me to list everything? I mean, come on, I'm a guy. I'm into a lotta stuff. I guess I'll list a couple. Urrrr.... I'm into chicks, girls, ya know? I'm into pizza, can't get enough of the stuff. Food in general, actually, though I'm far from fat. I love cars, especially fast ones. I love to party, all day everyday. Coffee, it keeps me going through the whole day. I love movies, especially action, blood 'n guts. I like clothes, weirdly enough. So into baseball, basically all I ever do. And finally, I'm completely into music. Guitar playing for life.
AND WHAT AREN’T YOU INTO?
Not a lot, actually. I tend to not get along very well with other guys. They all think I'm obnoxious or something, I don't really know. Now, I'm into girls, but I'm turned off by tramps. I'm not going to go sleep with a piece of crap, so yeah. I hate idiots, completely detest them, gotta have some brains. Rich people annoy me too, all full of it and buying whatever they want. I'm a lover of sports, so anyone against that can like, go die in a hole or something. Same goes for music, anybody anti-music isn't even alive. Potheads, gah. I HATE potheads. I'm all into smoking and crap, but weed? I mean, come on. Really? Second, posers. Oh my God, don't pretend to be something your not, even if you are completely lame. I mean, please? No. Immaturity? Grow up please, then come talk to me. And gays. Yeah, I'll own up to it, I'm homophobic. Go ahead, go get married, just don't come near me, kay?
WHAT ARE YOU GOOD AT?
A better question: What am I NOT good at? Hah-hah. Not to boast or anything, but I think I'm a good baseball player. Playing for fourteen of my seventeen years tends to help with that kind of stuff, ya know? Hah. I also think I'm pretty darn good at guitar playing, only been playing for three years though. Flirting. Hah-hah. Name one girl who hasn't been swooned by this charm. Got no one? Yeah, that's what I thought.
AND WHAT DO YOU SUCK AT?
Hrmmm. I don't suck at anything... No, I'm so joking. I'm not perfect, even if I say I am. Hah. Let's just say, that I can't do math for my life. X squared plus forty two equals thirty nine? Yeah, no thanks. I'm going to avoid math forever and ever if I have too. Um. I suck at handling peoples problems. I'm not very good at giving advice, seeing as half the time I don't even know what they are talking about. Hah-hah. Let's see... Oh, if I get addicted to something, I mean... I get ADDICTED. Like, it's compulsory. It sucks, and I hate it, but it's me.
WANNA SHARE A SECRET?
When you tell me a secret about yourself.... you know what? I still wouldn't.
WHAT ARE YOU SCARED OF MOST?
Commitment. Big BLAH. I hate commitment. It's hard, and it's unnecessary. Don't you think? Why stick to one thing, all the time? It's annoying, and I have trouble keeping to it. Yeah, most people don't want to hear it. It scares me a lot. I'm also afraid of being left. Ya know... abandoned, left to die, only survivor stuff. I can't be alone, not all the time.
IF YOU HAD TO DESCRIBE YOURSELF IN FIFTEEN WORDS, WHAT WOULD THEY BE?
hot. rude. blunt. fun. amazing. kind-ish. absolutely awesome... lovable? tough guy. music lover.... cool. funny.
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BOTTLES GIVE ME SOMETHING
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THE HISTORY THE HISTORY THE HISTORY[/font][/center]
WHO ARE YOUR PARENTS?[/font][/blockquote]
My mother's called Adele De Luca, and she's forty three. She's an artist.
My father's Valentine De Luca, and he's forty five. He's a CEO of some big company, that I don't care about.
DO YOU HAVE ANY SIBLINGS?
Yeah, but she died in a fire a couple of years ago.
ANY OTHER IMPORTANT RELATIVES?
Nope.
TELL US A LITTLE ABOUT YOU LIFE.
Well, my name's Leonardo Capris De Luca. It means something along the lines of saviour.... I really don't know. My parents were religious and when they had me, they figured they'd name me some name that they thought sounded cool, or related to something I guess. Anyways, I was born in a tiny town on the easter coast of Italy. I can't remember the name now, and I can't be bothered to look it up. I was born there, in any case, and it only had around two hundred people living there. So anyways, my dad would drive real far away every day to go to work, while my mom would stay at home with me and help the nurse look after me. So of course, I ended up being closer to my mom then my dad.
When I turned three, my mom gave birth to another child. At first, I hated it. I wanted to be the most loved child, I didn't want some scrawny child in the picture. I hadn't even known mom was pregnant, for fuck's sake. But, she popped this bald kid out of her stomach, and I wanted it GONE. Like, gone gone. My mother called her Annabelle (ugly name), and brought her home, to my displeasure. I grew up with that thing, loathing and hating it. My mother hardly ever paid attention to me anymore, and the nurse was always fussing it, loving it like a mother should. I used to sit in my father's study for hours, staring out the glass window at the ocean. I hated everything about life, which shouldn't be normal for a three year old.
Life went along pretty much the same for the next seven years. Mother paid more attention to the baby then too me, and so did the nurse. My father was never home. I was utterly alone. I'd started school of course, but I didn't have any friends. One day, I was walking home from school, moody and depressed like always, when I noticed the house was on fire. I ran all the way up that damn hill, my heart almost flying out of my chest. Annabelle had been killed in that fire. Burned in that house. The house burnt clear to the floor, and my mother and the nurse were bawling their eyes out. I couldn't be bothered to cry. I didn't really care. I didn't feel anything for the girl who had been burned down in that house, I regret to say.
Father moved us out here, to California then. It was completely unjust, and unfair, because he wasn't even here half the time. I went along though, only to be burned with the unfamiliar fussing of my mother. Ever since her 'prized child' had died in the fire, she fussed with me more, until it almost became irritating. So I grew up like that, for the next couple of years. I started to make friends, and I started to become what I am now. When I turned fourteen, I finally noticed something was wrong. Mom started to get into fights with my father more often, and one time she even came out with a bruise. She would cry, and never come out of her bedroom. Only a few days later father left us. Now, it's just me and her. Our family has dwindled to nothing.
YES WE LIVE FOR THE FAME
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THE ROLEPLAYER THE ROLEPLAYER THE R[/font][/center]
WHAT’S YOUR NAME?[/FONT][/BLOCKQUOTE]
Heart.
AND YOUR AGE?
Fourteen baby.
AND WHERE ARE YOU FROM?
california.
CONTACT INFORMATION?
aim - britishhearts22
AND A ROLEPLAY SAMPLE."Sweet; I have perfect timing, clearly.... Thanks Mr. Baldwin! Love you long time, bro!"
Kim slapped his arm, grinning widely. She was only playing around, "Don't bother him!" She whispered to Oscar, grinning once again. She could hear Mr. Baldwin, in the back of the store. She heard a small chuckle, and some extra noises... him moving around? She shrugged it off, it had nothing to do with her anyways. She just grabbed Oscar's hand and pulled him a little bit, trying to get him to move towards the door. She was pleased when he finally followed her, and she smiled to herself. As they walked, his fingers twined with hers, his hands cool and soft. She almost giggled, like a little girl, but pushed it away before it could spring out and embarrass her further.
When she saw the car, of course she had recognized it instantly. It seemed almost unreal. This was the car he had driven her around in - against the law technically - her whole junior year. He hadn't been there for senior year, so she had started to drive herself around. Thinking of that, she snuck a glance sideways, and there was her mothers red convertible Ferrari parked a few spaces down. She felt like such a spoilt child. She brought her glance back to his car though, much more interested in it. More memories popped into her mind, like the two of them hanging in that car for hours, just sitting there in mutual silence. They had been through thick and thin together. Like when Kim didn't want to go home, so she'd stay the night at Oscar's, or vice versa. She sighed softly, and then peered up when he spoke again.
"Yeah, I know you wanted a knight in shining armour with his white horse, but he couldn't make it. Instead, you got sent a bad guy in his sexy Chevy Impala. In my opinion? I'm way better anyway."
She just grinned softly, and walked toward the car. She stepped off the sidewalk, and put one of her small hands on the hood of the car, staring at it for a second. She just lifted her head, still grinning like a small child. "I'd prefer this any day, trust me." She said, her voice soft again. She was smiling though, so it was a different kind of soft then before. She really had missed everything. The late night rides, the sleep overs - yes they had sleep overs- , and most of all... she had just missed him. He'd promised to take her to prom in this car, but of course it was too late for that. She peered down at it, grinning once more. She had gone to prom, sure, but she'd gone with one of the kings who she had no interest. Instead of that magical time, it had been a disaster. It was too bad she couldn't go back and re-do it all.
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