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Post by JESSE SILVIUS BERTOLI on Sept 15, 2010 13:54:55 GMT -5
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notes// yaayy![/size] _________________________________________ Jesse looked at the time and realized it was getting late, he was supposed to be going to the club Calore in a few minutes and he still wasn’t ready. He quickly finished his dinner and rushed to his room to get ready, picking out an outfit before going to have a quick shower. Jesse has always been the type of person to leave things to the last minute, include getting ready. He did do some things early on but mostly they were left so he had to rush and get things done which meant that he would usually stress about it and let his temper flare. After his shower he went to his room to get dressed and do his hair and makeup. Jesse loves makeup, especially black makeup and silvery makeup. He’s not a fan of color eye shadow since he thinks it doesn’t go well with his eyes but he loves colors on other people, he has a full makeup bag filled with different types of black and silver and brown eye shadow. He likes to be pretty; he doesn’t care what other people think of him. Jesse got dressed quickly, throwing on some red skinny jeans and a muscle tank with a military jacket over top and some black military style boots. After that he made sure that his makeup was perfect and that he had his favourite pair of sunglasses and did his hair fast, slicking his Mohawk back since it took too long to style since he was in a rush right now. He checked his place one last time and grabbed his house keys and was out the door. He loved living in Liguria, sure it was a small town and it didn’t have many clubs but he loved the atmosphere of it. Jesse grew up in Rome and then moved to New York so he was never a small town type of guy, always used to big cities and a lot of people around so moving to Liguria for university was a bit of a shock to him at first. He quickly grew to love it though, realizing that a small town was just what he needed since he was getting sick of big cities. He took his time walking to the club, even though he should be in a hurry and get there quickly before it fills up for the night but he couldn’t help admiring everything about this town. The view, the harbour, all the little shops and people walking around in the evening. He loved it. People seemed more at ease here and not so tense like they were in New York. Jesse loved how the lights glowed under the navy blue evening sky, he found it so beautiful and the slight breeze was comfortable against his skin, he was so glad to be away from his dad in New York but he did miss his mother, brother, and sister. After walking a few more blocks he made it to the club and got in after waiting about 5 minutes in line. When inside the club he looked around at all the people and eventually made his way to the bar to get a drink and then head off to the dance floor. Jesse loved to dance, he’ll dance to any kind of music and when I say any music I mean just that. He doesn’t care if it’s electronic or metal, he’ll dance to it even if it’s hard to dance to metal. He always finds a way. Sometimes he dances to no music at all or the music in his head. He doesn’t care if he looks like a freak to others; he barely notices others when he’s dancing anyway since he goes into his own little world.
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Post by VICTOR LUCA BERG. on Sept 15, 2010 21:45:00 GMT -5
clothes;; yo
Luca’s phone rang on the table, threatening to fall off the edge onto the hard floor as it vibrated and moved centimeters at a time. He stared at it for a moment before finally getting up from the sofa and answering, brushing his long hair out of his face. “Yeah?” He asked, knowing from the screen that it was one of his friends from school, another student who was traveling abroad. Luca had been in Italy for a little while only, maybe a month. But he was who he was and it was not difficult for him to fit in with a group of people, find his niche in the social scene. And he knew what his friend was about to ask: did Luca want to hang out and go clubbing? He pursed his lips in thought, walking around the small kitchen, before he shrugged and answered with an entertained look, “Sure. Gimme a bit and I’ll meet you there.” He threw the phone down onto the sofa as he walked by it, going straight to his room to change clothes. He was still in his pajamas, which were nothing more than a pair of jeans that he had been wearing the day before and an old stretched t-shirt.
He pulled off his shirt and jeans and changed into what looked very similar to it, another old shirt and pair of holey jeans. Brushing his hair away again, always getting in his face, Luca tugged on a pair of gorgeous studded boots, some of his favorite shoes in the universe. He was not a vain person but shoes were a special thing to him. His favorites went with him when he moved to Liguria and he had picked up a few more pairs while he was there; how he was going to get them all back to the states was not a subject that he had chosen to address yet. Luca threw on some bracelets and jewelry, picked up his iPod and headphones on the way out, and added a beanie to finish it off. He was not always obvious in his sexuality but if anyone were to see him get ready when he left home, it would have been obvious. He was rather specific and precise with everything, which he doubted a straight guy could have done so stylishly. Luca took some pride in it; his style was as much a part of him as any of his limbs.
As usual, Luca got there fashionably late and met up with friends who were already waiting in line, to the dismay of some other people also in line. Cutting was not appreciated in any country. They were inside soon enough, bullshitting each other and talking aimlessly, laughing. Looking forward to a night of drinking. Luca would have otherwise been sitting on his couch until he fell asleep, maybe with some homework in his lap. He wasn’t so much of a party animal that he skived off his classes. He was , in fact, not really a party animal at all. He liked to go out and sometimes to drink but more often he simply liked to be around people.
Leaning against the bar, Luca laughed along with his friends, a drink in hand as soon as he was inside. He took a drink and set it down, hand still around the glass. But he looked away from his party, at the dance floor. There was still a smile on his face as his eyes settled on one guy dancing out there on the floor by himself, apparently unaware that there were people around him. Luca’s smile widened as he watched and he nudged his nearest friend, asking loudly, “Do you know who that is?” He nodded his head towards the boy. His friend shook his head, “Your newest boytoy.” Summoning a semi-annoyed look, Luca smacked the side of his head and put his drink down, crossing his arms over his chest. He couldn’t find the courage to go out there and speak to this person immediately, but he could look, right?
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