Post by serge giovanni on Jul 31, 2009 19:27:43 GMT -5
serge paolo giovanni ,
twenty one , milan university student , alessandro de marco.
first of all , i'm curious as to when you were born and where. how old does that make you today ?
" i was born and raised right here in milan, italy, so i suppose that makes me a native. my birth occurred on a truly odd night in october on a friday the thirteenth, an unlucky day to most. to my parents, it was the happiest day of their lives, or so they thought. i've heard stories from my large family about the evening i was born on. things happened that were just tragic. a bridge collapsed near my grandparents house and a close friend of the family welcomed their new born baby, aria. my parents joked that i was to marry her one day. apparently, it had all been decided a few years before either of us were conceived. its weird because she is in the center of my life. but enough on that. today i am twenty one years old and happy to finally live my life as i saw it. "
whats your status here , exactly. can you tell us what you do for a living ?
" i am a fourth year student at the university here in milan. i am majoring in photography and visual arts. pictures and beauty run my life. i've always had an interesting perspective on objects and lighting and such so i decided to go to school for it. im not sure where i hope to get because of this, i just know its something i love to do. i went to st. vincents academy and graduated with high marks so i got accepted into the university quite smoothly. i was glad for college life to finally come. i was able to dress in a unique way and become the artsy guy i had always wanted to be. i have evolved into a bit of an ass, however. "
and your parents , who are they and what do they like ?
" i love my parents to death. they were stern in the way of my education, but it was for the better. i wished that growing up, they would have let me explore my imagination and creativity. i feel like i was stifled a little bit, but thats alright i suppose. with all the brothers and sisters i had, i didnt really have time to fly off and do insane things. my parents and i were as close as we could get without me being a mommy's boy. they gave me the fundamentals of what i needed, even though it wasn't a lot. you see, i was never spoiled as a child. i could have been because the govanni's were and still are a noble and wealthy italian family, but they gave very little so i grew up humble and loving instead of snotty and arrogant. to this very day, i drop by and see them and make sure i do everything i can for them. they are the reason im on this earth, so they should be treated as such. the funny thing is that i am totally opposite when im around people other than my family. i grew up in this loving environment and i grew up taught to respect my elders, but somehow its turned me into a complete ass. maybe i just wanted to be someone else for a change. "
so what about siblings , are there any other important family members ?
" where to begin? i have two other brothers and two youngner sisters. i am the eldest at the age of twenty one. theres aldo and alesso, the two boys that are twins. they are eighteen if my mind is thinking properly. romana is the first eldest girl at twelve years old and then sienna is eight and the youngest girl in my family. i have always had the closest relationship with sienna for some reason. i was so excited that another girl was being born that i just stuck to her. she looks up to me. romana is the devil in the group. miss perfect. now she's the spoiled one. aldo and alesso are both little jesters that use their good looks to woo the tourists. i get along with them all, luckily. no fighting here. we are just one big italian family that loves food. besides my siblings you've got my mounds and mounds of cousins, uncles, aunts, god-mothers, the works. theres really not much to say about them other than they make family holidays interesting. "
i see , now could you tell me your favorite and least favorite things ?a few things i love : alcohol, pot, anything purple, scarves, eyeliner and eye makeup, girls, loud music, bass, girls, his sunglasses, being mysterious, exotic foods, fashion, werewolves, indie, new bands, the outdoors, the number "13", sleep, snow, alcohol, snowboarding, tattoos, traveling, art, his accent, sex, street racing, push ups, spray painting. now for some things i hate : people who try to tame him, police, his parents, pink, pop and country music, not getting his way, posers, impossible to get girls, carpet burn, itchiness, broken sunglasses, dull conversation, corona, bad parties, sensitivity, awkward silences, talkative people, waiting, forever, talkative people, reality shows, stalkers, burnt food, dirty mirrors, greasy lotion, too much cologne, not enough cologne, plastic surgery, day time television, alarm clocks, girls who know too much, melodramatic chicks, Uggs, long lines, needles, overly religious people, when people crack their knuckles, stuck up chicks, being sick, bad/slow drivers, talking on the phone, baseball, hockey.
so what about relationships , how do you find those ?
" i've had one on and off girlfriend my entire life. aida. we were supposed to end up together, but we didnt want to at first. she was always my last resort and my best friend. over the years, we've bonded, hooked up, and finally realized that our parents had chosen something that was perfect for the both of us. she is everything i could possibly want in a girl, beautiful, kind, selfless, and did i mention beautiful? we currently aren't dating because school has been hectic for the both of us. i do enjoy sex. oh god i love sex. im a ladies man, what can i say? i know where my younger brothers get it from now. one-night stands used to be my specialty in high school and the start of college. i still slip back into my old habits just to satisfy some lust inside me. "
we've asked about family , significant others , but what about a pet ?" my family has a family dog we call rufio. he is a black german shepherd and he has been around since before the twins were born. we also have a few horses but those are the girl's. im not much of a horse person. if anything ever happened to rufio, i think i might just die where i stand."
last but not least - your best kept secret , what is it exactly ?" i am completely different than everyone thinks i am. im depressed, as an artist should be. i love anything dark and in the macabre style. not sure why. plus i do things that are bad for myself, like drugs. i do an copious amounts of drugs. please dont tell. "
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Lennie looked at himself in the mirror before him for quite a while. His face was
tired and the circles under his eyes were darker than ever. He was, however,
handsome even in this current situation. He looked at his dark brown eyes in the
mirror and saw nothing but kindness, no matter how tired, or how distressed they
might have been. They were almost innocent at this point in time, and might have
been described as such, but the young man who had seen so many horrors and
experienced so much pain, both physical and emotional, would never be
considered by any innocent. And there was, of course, the fact that most people
considered werewolves the exact opposite of innocent. Impure. His tired eyes
washing over his face, and he sighed, lifting his hand to run fingers through his
hair. Dark dirty blond. His dark skin, clean, as he splashed water on it, rushing
over his cheeks and cheekbones, moved the water towards his hair in an attempt
to slick it back. A look that the higher class of society had seemed to embrace.
But the more he looked at himself in the more, the more of a reminder he was of
what he was not. And that was human. There had been times when girls had
approached him, he knew. But being as modest as he was, he would never admit
that it had anything to do with his looks when it evidently had. They had bat their
eyelashes at him, rubbed up against him, tried to lure him into doing something
ungentlemanly, and gentleman the young man was. But he knew as well as they
did that, if they had not been unbeknownst to what it was they were rubbing
themselves up against, then they would have not stepped another step closer to
him. He was a ladies man and he knew it. It just came naturally.
Today wasn't the day to beat himself up, however. He couldn't and can't change
what he truly is. A monster. No girl wanted him for longer than a week but he knew
that he had to have this one particular girl. Skye. She was the good girl around
these parts and Lennie honestly didn't know much about her. He would see her
every now and then before he had started phasing. Sure he had always thought that
she was the most gorgeous creature that ever walked, but now all that was different.
He couldn't stand to be away from her. He hated the thought of her being with
someone else. He had imprinted on her. Lennie had not meant for it to happen at
but it did and there was nothing he could have done to change it. Skye still has no
clue that the 'gangs' that her father hates so much are wolves. Maybe he himself
was once a member of the Quillite pack, years ago, and he is just trying to protect
his daughter. Thats understandable, but now things have changed. Lennie is now
trying his hardest to protect her from these new Makkah wolves. He wanted to tell
her today when he was going to meet her at the beach, but he wondered how. He
knew that he couldn't loose his temper, he couldn't yell or get upset, but then
again, he didn't plan too. He needed to act perfect today. Jesus, what was he going
to wear? He had been standing shirtless in front of his mirror, just staring. He
still had his pajama bottoms on. With a heavy sigh a one swift movement, he was
standing in the middle of his walk in closet scrambling through everything looking
for something decent to wear. He found his favorite pair of jeans and slipped
those on. They were fraying everywhere but they were slim so as to make his legs
look thinner. He had often been made fun of because those jeans were gay, as
stated by the pack, but he ignored them and continues to wear them. Once they
were on, he darted over to his dresser and found a thin long sleeve shirt that was
perfect for a walk on the beach. Good. He pushed up the sleeves and then looked
at himself in the mirror. He needed something else. His eyes darted around the
room looking for ... ahh yes. This little beanie hat thing would do. His hair was
perfect and he looked good and felt good, all the while still being tired. He slipped
on his pair of creamy white vans and double checked the clock. Almost two. He
grabbed his leather jacket and aviators and ran out the door.
It was cool and overcast today, but no signs of rain. The leaves on the trees were
not turning up, so that meant no rain. That was good. The wind wasn't too rough
today as he rode his motorcycle out to the First Beach landing. The ride from his
little house was further than the others in the pack, but he didn't mind. Actually
he wouldn't have taken his bike at all, but Skye had no clue that he was a wolf. His
mind suddenly raced with ways to tell her because he knew that would explain so
much. " Look Skye, I know we aren't the best of friends but I'm a werewolf. "
Hell no. She would think he was insane. Lennie looked up at the gray sky as he
sped on down the two lane road. An odd feeling inside made him slightly uneasy,
but he ignored it for the time being. He didn't want to be late.
Lennie killed the engine to the bike as he parked it in a spot beside a huge rock.
He sat there a moment and looked out over the rough and choppy waves. It was
a really good day to go surfing, but there was no one out at all. Not for miles. He
thought that strange. He then glanced over to the cliffs to his far far left. There
were no little specks throwing themselves from the top. No one at all. That same
uneasy feeling arrived in the pit of his empty stomach again. The feeling of dread
or possible dread. He stood up and walked around the parking lot for a second,
checking the woods, the horizon on the sea, and every possible place for someone
to hide. He wasn't in his wolf form so he couldn't hear where the rest of the pack
was. All he knew was that he had a few hours break from running the patrol. Thats
why he was always tired nowadays. He was running for hours on end. Not exactly
how he would like to spend his time.
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tired and the circles under his eyes were darker than ever. He was, however,
handsome even in this current situation. He looked at his dark brown eyes in the
mirror and saw nothing but kindness, no matter how tired, or how distressed they
might have been. They were almost innocent at this point in time, and might have
been described as such, but the young man who had seen so many horrors and
experienced so much pain, both physical and emotional, would never be
considered by any innocent. And there was, of course, the fact that most people
considered werewolves the exact opposite of innocent. Impure. His tired eyes
washing over his face, and he sighed, lifting his hand to run fingers through his
hair. Dark dirty blond. His dark skin, clean, as he splashed water on it, rushing
over his cheeks and cheekbones, moved the water towards his hair in an attempt
to slick it back. A look that the higher class of society had seemed to embrace.
But the more he looked at himself in the more, the more of a reminder he was of
what he was not. And that was human. There had been times when girls had
approached him, he knew. But being as modest as he was, he would never admit
that it had anything to do with his looks when it evidently had. They had bat their
eyelashes at him, rubbed up against him, tried to lure him into doing something
ungentlemanly, and gentleman the young man was. But he knew as well as they
did that, if they had not been unbeknownst to what it was they were rubbing
themselves up against, then they would have not stepped another step closer to
him. He was a ladies man and he knew it. It just came naturally.
Today wasn't the day to beat himself up, however. He couldn't and can't change
what he truly is. A monster. No girl wanted him for longer than a week but he knew
that he had to have this one particular girl. Skye. She was the good girl around
these parts and Lennie honestly didn't know much about her. He would see her
every now and then before he had started phasing. Sure he had always thought that
she was the most gorgeous creature that ever walked, but now all that was different.
He couldn't stand to be away from her. He hated the thought of her being with
someone else. He had imprinted on her. Lennie had not meant for it to happen at
but it did and there was nothing he could have done to change it. Skye still has no
clue that the 'gangs' that her father hates so much are wolves. Maybe he himself
was once a member of the Quillite pack, years ago, and he is just trying to protect
his daughter. Thats understandable, but now things have changed. Lennie is now
trying his hardest to protect her from these new Makkah wolves. He wanted to tell
her today when he was going to meet her at the beach, but he wondered how. He
knew that he couldn't loose his temper, he couldn't yell or get upset, but then
again, he didn't plan too. He needed to act perfect today. Jesus, what was he going
to wear? He had been standing shirtless in front of his mirror, just staring. He
still had his pajama bottoms on. With a heavy sigh a one swift movement, he was
standing in the middle of his walk in closet scrambling through everything looking
for something decent to wear. He found his favorite pair of jeans and slipped
those on. They were fraying everywhere but they were slim so as to make his legs
look thinner. He had often been made fun of because those jeans were gay, as
stated by the pack, but he ignored them and continues to wear them. Once they
were on, he darted over to his dresser and found a thin long sleeve shirt that was
perfect for a walk on the beach. Good. He pushed up the sleeves and then looked
at himself in the mirror. He needed something else. His eyes darted around the
room looking for ... ahh yes. This little beanie hat thing would do. His hair was
perfect and he looked good and felt good, all the while still being tired. He slipped
on his pair of creamy white vans and double checked the clock. Almost two. He
grabbed his leather jacket and aviators and ran out the door.
It was cool and overcast today, but no signs of rain. The leaves on the trees were
not turning up, so that meant no rain. That was good. The wind wasn't too rough
today as he rode his motorcycle out to the First Beach landing. The ride from his
little house was further than the others in the pack, but he didn't mind. Actually
he wouldn't have taken his bike at all, but Skye had no clue that he was a wolf. His
mind suddenly raced with ways to tell her because he knew that would explain so
much. " Look Skye, I know we aren't the best of friends but I'm a werewolf. "
Hell no. She would think he was insane. Lennie looked up at the gray sky as he
sped on down the two lane road. An odd feeling inside made him slightly uneasy,
but he ignored it for the time being. He didn't want to be late.
Lennie killed the engine to the bike as he parked it in a spot beside a huge rock.
He sat there a moment and looked out over the rough and choppy waves. It was
a really good day to go surfing, but there was no one out at all. Not for miles. He
thought that strange. He then glanced over to the cliffs to his far far left. There
were no little specks throwing themselves from the top. No one at all. That same
uneasy feeling arrived in the pit of his empty stomach again. The feeling of dread
or possible dread. He stood up and walked around the parking lot for a second,
checking the woods, the horizon on the sea, and every possible place for someone
to hide. He wasn't in his wolf form so he couldn't hear where the rest of the pack
was. All he knew was that he had a few hours break from running the patrol. Thats
why he was always tired nowadays. He was running for hours on end. Not exactly
how he would like to spend his time.
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