Post by Feliciano Vargas on Aug 9, 2010 13:48:53 GMT -5
FELICIANO VARGAS
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"Hmm... I don't really prefer anything, ve~ You can call me anything ya want, I don't mind~ But lotsa' people call me Feli, though~ You can call me that if you want to!"
I HAVE TO ASK: MALE, FEMALE, OR SOMETHING IN BETWEEN?
"I-I'm a guy, ve! And hnn.... 'In between'? I don't know what that means, ve~"
GOOD, I WAS STARTING TO WORRY. NOW, HOW OLD ARE YOU EXACTLY?
"E-Eh... D-Do I look like a girl, ve? Because I can show you i'm not one! Oh! And my birthday is on March 17th! So that makes me a Pisces... Right?"
WELL, YOU LOOK YOUNG FOR YOUR AGE. HOW DO YOU STAY IN SHAPE?
"Ah, really?~ Grazie, ve! But i'd like to see too! If your a girl, i'd like to see you even more ve!~ You should talk to me in person sometimes! Hmm~ And I guess because I eat pasta, a lot! Pasta keeps you in shape doesn't it, ve? Hm, I think pasta does everything, so I guess so~"
I WOULD NEVER HAVE CONSIDERED THAT GEORGE CLOONEY MIGHT BE GAY. WHAT ABOUT YOU?
"I don't know who that is, ve~ But of course i'm gay, ve~ I'm always happy~!"
WELL THEN, WHAT DO YOU LIKE TO DO IN YOUR SPARE TIME?
"On my spare time? Well I like eating pasta, and talking to cute girls, ve~ Speaking of which, are you going to answer my question? Are you a girl, are you a girl, ve? Oh! And I like spending time with my fratello, having siestas, and making new friends, ve!"
DON'T WORRY, THIS IS ALL CONFIDENTIAL. GO AHEAD, TELL US WHAT YOU ENJOY.
"Con...Confidential, ve? I don't think i'm really telling any secrets, but okay~ I think I answered this already...but... I enjoy pasta and talking to cute girls alot ve~"
WHAT ABOUT SOMETHING THAT GETS ON YOUR NERVES?
"Hmm... I don't really have anything that makes me mad... B-But I don't like it, when people hurt my famiglia and my friends, ve. That makes me sad!"
I'LL HAVE TO REMEMBER THAT. SO, ARE YOU GOOD AT ANYTHING?
"Grazie~ But your already my friend now, so you can always tell me who's bothering you... I'm not that strong, but I don't like seeing my friends getting hurt. You are my friend right, ve?
And alot of people say i'm good at cooking n' stuff, ve~ I also really like painting pictures and doing art, and alot of people say i'm good at that, too."
THAT'S INTERESTING, NOW WHAT ARE YOU NOT SO GOOD AT?
"Sì lo è! And...And... i-i'm not that brave, ve... A-And i'm kind of weak and i'm not good at helping
I BET I CAN BEAT YOU IN A THUMB WRESTLE AND HOLD MY BREATHE LONGER THAN YOU AT THE SAME TIME.
"E-Eh... I can't to that, ve that's too hard! And i'm not good at wrestling, ve! B-But you probably could...Maybe you can teach me how to do that sometimes!"
YOU MUST THINK I'M CRAZY. OH WELL, SAY, WHAT KIND OF QUALITIES DO YOU LIKE IN A SPOUSE?
"Not at all! I like talking with you, ve~ You seem fun! And I want someone gentle and cute... who'll eat pasta with me, and be with me all the time~ A-And maybe they can protect me too...I-I can try to protect them back..."
OH, I GUESS I'M NOT YOUR TYPE THEN, EH? WELL, WHAT DO YOU FIND UNATTRACTIVE IN A PERSON?
"Eh...M-Maybe not... But that doesn't mean we still can't be friends though, ve! And well~ I don't like anyone's who's going to be mean to me. I-I don't like mean people, ve... They have to cook good, too. I don't like gross foods either, ve~ And if they don't like pasta. But everyone loves pasta right, ve?"
FINE, BE LIKE THAT. I DON'T LIKE YOU ANYWAYS.
"E-Eh?! W-What? Mi dispiace! T-That doesn't mean I don't like you, ve! P-Please forgive me! You seem nice! I want us to continue being friends..."
OK, WE'RE GONNA PLAY A GAME. I'M GOING TO ASK SOME SIMPLE QUESTIONS, AND YOUR GOING TO SAY THE FIRST THING THAT COMES TO MIND, OK?
"Oooh! Oooh! I like playing games, ve! Okay then! Suoni divertimento!"
FAVORITE FOOD?
"Pasta!"
FAVORITE SUBJECT?
"Art!"
FAVORITE HOLIDAY AND SEASON?
"I like summer a lot, ve~ It's nice when it's hot~ But I also like Christmas, even though it's in the winter. It's fun getting presents from, Santa-san!"
FAVORITE WORD?
"
FAVORITE TIME OF DAY?
"Siesta time, ve~!"
FAVORITE COLOR?
"I guess I like the colors green, white, and red. There the colors of my home's flag!"
WELL, WASN'T THAT FUN? ON TO THE SERIOUS SHIT. TELL ME A BIT ABOUT YOURSELF.
"Yeah, it was! And e-eh... O-Okay... Well i'm just a happy, cheerful, Italian who likes pasta! I think that's it, ve~"
MHMM, AND WHAT ABOUT YOUR FAMILY?
"I love my family, ve~ There all so nice, and they all listen to me, and we spend time alot together! I also have a older fratello, Lovino. He's really cool you should meet him sometimes!"
VERY INTERESTING. SO HOW DID YOU END UP IN THIS COLLEGE?
"I'm from Italy! But... I got in this college, because my fratello was going to America, and I was going to be real lonely without him, ve.... So I decided to come with him! He says he doesn't like me here, but I think he's just joking with me."
AWESOME. WHAT SORT OF CAREER WILL YOU GO INTO THEN?
"I work at a restaurant, ve~ I may be young, but the boss there likes my cooking, so I get to be a cooker then. I think it's real fun there, and everyone is real nice! But... I think when i'm done with college, i'll quit my jobs, and just hang out with my friends. I hope to meet alot of new friends here, ve!"
OMGWTFBBQ?!? WELL, LOOK AT THAT. I'VE NEVER SEEN A GENIE ACTUALLY COME OUT OF THE BOTTLE. WHAT ARE YOUR THREE WISHES?
"A genie?! Wahhh, hold on let me think, let me think, ve!
Hmm... I wish that i'll get alot of friends when I start college! I wish I could meet a cute girl! Oh, and I wish I could have some pasta right now!"
WOW, WASN'T THAT FASCINATING?
"It was, It was, ve! When do they come true?"
SO, YOU, UH, WITH ANYBODY AT THE PRESENT MOMENT?
"Nope~ Maybe I can find someone in the college though, ve~ I hope it's someone cute~"
WELL, YOU WANNA GO OUT SOME TIME? WHERE CAN I TAKE YA?
"Sure! That sounds fun! Maybe we can go to a Italian place? Or just somewhere with pasta, would be nice..."
HEY, IF YOUR NOT BUSY FRIDAY...WANNA GO OUT?
"Hmm...I think i'm not busy then, ve~ Okay that's sounds good to me!"
ALRIGHT, WHATEVER/COOL. THIS INTERVIEW IS COMING TO AN END. ANYTHING YOU WANT TO TELL US?
"I'm hungry..."
THIS FAKE INTERVIEWER DUDE GUY WILL SELF DESTRUCT IN FIVE SECONDS.
"W-WAH! W-WHAT?! D-DON'T EXPLODE, VE I THOUGHT YOU WERE MY NEW FRIEND?! W-WAH SOMEONE HELP, VE!"
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This is emily. B| I havent RPed Feli in a long time so watch out for my
ok, well, i'll just take your paperwork and be going:
His dainty hands couldn't take it anymore. Already after 5 minutes after sweeping the floors with that damn broom, the British boy was nearly exhausted, wheezing and panting irritably, nearly almost collapsing on the floor; And after a couple more sweeps he mentally forced his body to stop working, and leaned against the broom heaving because he was more annoyed, then tired, really.. Just for a few minutes, only because he was tired though.
It wasn't like he couldn't take it or anything, no. He probably could clean this whole bloody mansion all by himself if he could. He just chooses... Not to. I mean a refined gentleman isn't really needed to be skilled into this category anyway, so why should he try now, if it won't be effective in the future for him? In all honesty the pigs who live here should be bleeding grateful that he's preoccupying his gracious time, to do these worthless tasks for them, without a fuss or throwing fisticuffs. He mentally scowled at himself, thinking more into that.
Okay... So maybe he had complained most of his time a lot about working... And maybe even sometimes he would let his anger out physically. But it wasn't like it was his own bleeding fault for doing so, he had reasons. Letting a polished man such as him to do such vile work like he repeated, was highly unreasonable and unsophisticated. If he was the going to be a gentleman doing tasks like this, perhaps he could do something more high-class? Like... Brewing some tea, or maybe even cooking...
He had actually offered a couple times to the owner of the house to have a job in between those lines, but whenever he asked, it was always full. Yet... No matter how many times he could say that, whenever he visited the chefs there wasn't really a full party there. Was he... Was he trying to avoid him cooking for everyone in the house?
The English boy furiously shook his head, getting up from his position, huffing. O-Of course not! His cooking was good! M-Maybe they were reserved spots already, in that position. Y-Yeah. It wasn't like he was trying to avoid him from taking the spot. Arthur finally lent up again sighing again with still the racing thoughts in his mind. A-And why would he let those greedy gits taste his bloody great cooking anyway? Those worthless...
Oh bloody...!
Before Arthur could say anything else he felt crash against his sides, making him fall on his stomach with the broom still grasped around his hand. "Ah.. Bloody hell..!!" Oh what now... Who the hell in the right mind would crash into him while he was.... He was about to give this bloody prat a mouthful now.
He rubbed his head wincing for a moment before turning to see who it was. "Dammit! You better watch where your bleeding going you..." He blinked for a moment taking the scowl away from his face noticing a familiar face. "A-Alice...!? What are you..."
It wasn't like he couldn't take it or anything, no. He probably could clean this whole bloody mansion all by himself if he could. He just chooses... Not to. I mean a refined gentleman isn't really needed to be skilled into this category anyway, so why should he try now, if it won't be effective in the future for him? In all honesty the pigs who live here should be bleeding grateful that he's preoccupying his gracious time, to do these worthless tasks for them, without a fuss or throwing fisticuffs. He mentally scowled at himself, thinking more into that.
Okay... So maybe he had complained most of his time a lot about working... And maybe even sometimes he would let his anger out physically. But it wasn't like it was his own bleeding fault for doing so, he had reasons. Letting a polished man such as him to do such vile work like he repeated, was highly unreasonable and unsophisticated. If he was the going to be a gentleman doing tasks like this, perhaps he could do something more high-class? Like... Brewing some tea, or maybe even cooking...
He had actually offered a couple times to the owner of the house to have a job in between those lines, but whenever he asked, it was always full. Yet... No matter how many times he could say that, whenever he visited the chefs there wasn't really a full party there. Was he... Was he trying to avoid him cooking for everyone in the house?
The English boy furiously shook his head, getting up from his position, huffing. O-Of course not! His cooking was good! M-Maybe they were reserved spots already, in that position. Y-Yeah. It wasn't like he was trying to avoid him from taking the spot. Arthur finally lent up again sighing again with still the racing thoughts in his mind. A-And why would he let those greedy gits taste his bloody great cooking anyway? Those worthless...
Oh bloody...!
Before Arthur could say anything else he felt crash against his sides, making him fall on his stomach with the broom still grasped around his hand. "Ah.. Bloody hell..!!" Oh what now... Who the hell in the right mind would crash into him while he was.... He was about to give this bloody prat a mouthful now.
He rubbed his head wincing for a moment before turning to see who it was. "Dammit! You better watch where your bleeding going you..." He blinked for a moment taking the scowl away from his face noticing a familiar face. "A-Alice...!? What are you..."
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