Post by marshall del fuego on Jul 30, 2009 17:18:18 GMT -5
marshall eugine del fuego,
twenty four , citizen , chace crawford.
first of all , i'm curious as to when you were born and where. how old does that make you today ?so i was born in the general hospital here in Milan, Italy. My date of birth would be June 12th of 85. My mom told me that it was the hottest day of the summer, the temperature reached an all time high. Today I stand twenty four years old.
whats your status here , exactly. can you tell us what you do for a living ?I was born and raised here in Milan but left for a few years. However, I'm back so I guess I'm still a citizen. I play soccer for a living and love it to death. Money is never a problem and I get to do what I love for a living, what else could you possibly want?
and your parents , who are they and what do they like ?My parents are Greggory and Marsha Del Fuego. I look just like my mother. We both are brunette and have amazing blue eyes. But I have my dad's height and eyebrows. Everything else I got from my grandparents. However, my mother is the sweetest woman that tries to find the good in everyone. She just doesn't like to think that there's evil in the world. Don't get me wrong, she smacked me good a couple of times when I acted up but she always felt bad about it. My dad on the other hand was always looking for something I did wrong so he could lay a hand on me. Me and him didn't get along much and honestly I don't know how my mom doesn't see any evil in him. I was a momma's boy, mainly because my dad scared the shit out of me. I wouldn't leave my daughter with him. Anyways, my mom was always there for me and always pushed me to do my best. As the years went buy and I finally got on the soccer team, my mom was so proud but my dad was like 'there's nothing impressing about that'. it pissed me off. I worked so hard and he doesn't even say 'way to go' or 'i'm proud of you son'. Me and my mom are closer then ever, me and my dad are farther apart then ever.
so what about siblings , are there any other important family members ?My grandparents are the world to me. They were always behind me in whatever I did. I never knew my grandfather on my mom's side, he past before I was born. My other grandfather is a huge soccer fan so I always make sure that he's at every single game. My grandmothers are the sweetest although they can sometimes be rough. I just leave them to death.
i see , now could you tell me your favorite and least favorite things ?I love soccerl, sports, drinking, women, my daughter, my mother, grandparents, and late nights. I hate snakes, planes, driving in traffic, fighting, hot days, practicing, hangovers, and being sick.
so what about relationships , how do you find those ?I'm straight all the way, never had a thought of sleeping with the opposite sex. I have no problem with gay people or lesbians, it's just not my way of life. However, I like my one night stands but I also like commitment and to know that at the end of the end I can come home to one girl that will love me no matter what. Right now my heart is taken and always belonged to charlemagne da vinci. She is the mother of my daughter and I want to be with her for the rest of my life, the only problem is, is that she doesn't want me to be in her life.
we've asked about family , significant others , but what about a pet ?no pets here.
last but not least - your best kept secret , what is it exactly ?I don't have many secrets but I guess one would be that I am willing to do anything to be with charlemagne da vinci and my daughter. I would quit the team if it meant we could be a family.
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A cool breeze blew by, making Noelle pull her shoulders up against the unfamiliar chill. The few days when it was cooler here in Maui it was so strange for her, because a majority of the year was warm and that was what she was used to. If she were to be placed somewhere in the northern USA where it snowed a lot Noelle didn't know if she would be able to survive it. Thankfully, she wasn't going to be moved into a different climate anytime soon. As much as she wanted to visit places like New York and Chicago, she would rather go during months like June or July when it would be nice and warm. She dreamed of walking down 5th avenue or taking a ride on one of those...what were they called? Monorails? It was something like that. But she had never gone farther then to the Big Island, it was very doubtful that she would be traveling over the Pacific anytime soon.
It was taking a long time for Damien to come to the door, which made her question whether or not he was home. Deciding she might as well give it a second try, Noelle raised her fist to knock on the wood again right before it was opened by an older woman who looked like she had been awfully busy. "I'm sorry to bother you, but is Damien here?" This wasn't Damien's mother, so Noelle had to assume that it was either another relative that she had not met or a maid or something. Well, Jethro had a maid, why shouldn't Damien have one too? There was no way a man would be able to clean a house like this on his own, at least not properly, unless the man was a neat freak. But Noelle had lived with Will long enough to know that a normal man did not enjoy cleaning. Granted, she didn't either, but she was usually the one stuck doing it anyway because if Will did by the off change give it a try he didn't do it right and in her eyes it was still dirty. Maybe it was the curse of being a woman.
The woman in the doorway explained kindly to her that Damien wasn't able to see anyone at the moment, so Noelle nodded politely. "Okay, well, thank you." It was silly of her to come anyway, when you thought about it. She and Damien hadn't spoken to each other in four years until a couple months ago, and even since then they hadn't conversed much. It was a juvenile thought that she could come here and they would get along great and have a nice day catching up. Well, that wasn't what Noelle really thought was going to happen anyway. Actually, she wasn't entirely sure what she expected out of this visit at all. Maybe she just wanted someone to talk to who may not drill her about why she looked so sad, or maybe she really was interested in having a friendship with Damien again. Either way, it wasn't going to happen, at least not today.
There was a little bit of something else that had brought her here today as well, the thing that kept her from turning around right away and heading back home. Noelle was worried. Despite their history, the girl still cared for Damien, and something didn't sit right with the fact that they reconnected and then suddenly she him for a while again. On top of that, the woman had said that he wasn't able to see anyone right now. What did that mean? Figuring that it would only stress her out more if she decided to fret over it, Noelle gathered herself and offered her goodbyes before she turned to walk back down the porch. Just as she was about to step down onto the first step, she heard a man's soft voice in the background saying, 'Annie, it’s ok.' The voice sounded a whole lot like Damien's too. When she turned back around in her place, her chocolate eyes beheld him in the doorway. She may have let a smile creep over her features, but his appearance made her stand there, mouth agape, for a moment.
Damien was hurt, just from the cuts and bruises on his face it was obvious, but that wasn't the half of it. His shoulders, his arms, his chest, his abdomen, everything was covered in painful looking scraps and black and blue marks. "Oh my God, Damien." Noelle finally found the strength in her to move, and took the few steps back to where she had previously been standing while she waited for the door to open. Being this much closer, he didn't look like he was in better shape at all. "What happened?" The emotional agony that she had been suffering was gone, replaced with the image of Damien standing in front of her beaten up and hurting. At least, Noelle thought that he was hurting, it looked like it was impossible for him not to be unless it was one of those "it looks worse then it really is" things. All the same, this was not what the young woman had expected when she walked up his driveway a few minutes ago.
He gestured her in, and Noelle quietly walked into the large home. The first thing she usually did when entering a place like this for the first time was look around at it's size, but she couldn't. Instead the girl stepped away from the door and turned back to the broken man standing in the foyer. 'Why’d you come here?' That certainly wasn't what she had been expecting. It sounded almost harsh from his choice of words, like he didn't want her to be here, but Noelle tried not to think of it that way. "Well...I was..." Her arms rose and folded in front of her again, but this time not because of a chill. It was a nervous habit. "...I guess I was worried about you. I mean, you never showed up for coffee like we were planning and then I barely heard from you. I just wanted to see how you were doing." Her concerned eyes couldn't leave his wounds. The more she looked at him the more she wanted to know what happened, but at the same time she hoped that he wouldn't tell her.
It was taking a long time for Damien to come to the door, which made her question whether or not he was home. Deciding she might as well give it a second try, Noelle raised her fist to knock on the wood again right before it was opened by an older woman who looked like she had been awfully busy. "I'm sorry to bother you, but is Damien here?" This wasn't Damien's mother, so Noelle had to assume that it was either another relative that she had not met or a maid or something. Well, Jethro had a maid, why shouldn't Damien have one too? There was no way a man would be able to clean a house like this on his own, at least not properly, unless the man was a neat freak. But Noelle had lived with Will long enough to know that a normal man did not enjoy cleaning. Granted, she didn't either, but she was usually the one stuck doing it anyway because if Will did by the off change give it a try he didn't do it right and in her eyes it was still dirty. Maybe it was the curse of being a woman.
The woman in the doorway explained kindly to her that Damien wasn't able to see anyone at the moment, so Noelle nodded politely. "Okay, well, thank you." It was silly of her to come anyway, when you thought about it. She and Damien hadn't spoken to each other in four years until a couple months ago, and even since then they hadn't conversed much. It was a juvenile thought that she could come here and they would get along great and have a nice day catching up. Well, that wasn't what Noelle really thought was going to happen anyway. Actually, she wasn't entirely sure what she expected out of this visit at all. Maybe she just wanted someone to talk to who may not drill her about why she looked so sad, or maybe she really was interested in having a friendship with Damien again. Either way, it wasn't going to happen, at least not today.
There was a little bit of something else that had brought her here today as well, the thing that kept her from turning around right away and heading back home. Noelle was worried. Despite their history, the girl still cared for Damien, and something didn't sit right with the fact that they reconnected and then suddenly she him for a while again. On top of that, the woman had said that he wasn't able to see anyone right now. What did that mean? Figuring that it would only stress her out more if she decided to fret over it, Noelle gathered herself and offered her goodbyes before she turned to walk back down the porch. Just as she was about to step down onto the first step, she heard a man's soft voice in the background saying, 'Annie, it’s ok.' The voice sounded a whole lot like Damien's too. When she turned back around in her place, her chocolate eyes beheld him in the doorway. She may have let a smile creep over her features, but his appearance made her stand there, mouth agape, for a moment.
Damien was hurt, just from the cuts and bruises on his face it was obvious, but that wasn't the half of it. His shoulders, his arms, his chest, his abdomen, everything was covered in painful looking scraps and black and blue marks. "Oh my God, Damien." Noelle finally found the strength in her to move, and took the few steps back to where she had previously been standing while she waited for the door to open. Being this much closer, he didn't look like he was in better shape at all. "What happened?" The emotional agony that she had been suffering was gone, replaced with the image of Damien standing in front of her beaten up and hurting. At least, Noelle thought that he was hurting, it looked like it was impossible for him not to be unless it was one of those "it looks worse then it really is" things. All the same, this was not what the young woman had expected when she walked up his driveway a few minutes ago.
He gestured her in, and Noelle quietly walked into the large home. The first thing she usually did when entering a place like this for the first time was look around at it's size, but she couldn't. Instead the girl stepped away from the door and turned back to the broken man standing in the foyer. 'Why’d you come here?' That certainly wasn't what she had been expecting. It sounded almost harsh from his choice of words, like he didn't want her to be here, but Noelle tried not to think of it that way. "Well...I was..." Her arms rose and folded in front of her again, but this time not because of a chill. It was a nervous habit. "...I guess I was worried about you. I mean, you never showed up for coffee like we were planning and then I barely heard from you. I just wanted to see how you were doing." Her concerned eyes couldn't leave his wounds. The more she looked at him the more she wanted to know what happened, but at the same time she hoped that he wouldn't tell her.
