Pasta>vital regions
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NAME: Chris
AGE: 22
TIME ZONE: Central, GMT -6:00
LIVEJOURNAL:lovelessangel88
CONTACT EMAIL: lunarepilogue@yahoo.com
AIM: liberiillusion
MSN: dragonflame0509@msn.com
PLURK: n/a
OTHER: List what device and your Address/ ID/ Username/ ETC..
HAVE YOU READ THE FAQ AND RULES?: Yes
THIS RP IS A YEAR LONG GAME. CAN YOU COMMIT TO THE CHARACTER YOU ARE APPLYING FOR?: Yes
COMMENTS: I’m going into my final semester of college and about to be interning at a high school, so there may be nights I won’t be in chat because I’ll be making lesson plans or something of the sort. But I’m not going to go inactive because of it.
.character related questions.
NAME: Feliciano Vargas
NATION/STATE: North Italy
AGE: 24
PRIOR JOB TITLE: 2004-2008: Pietro’s Italian Dining, busboy, waiter, cashier, occasionally chef towards the end of his employment there.
July 2008-February 2009: Restaurant of S. Hotel, co-chef. Fired after a string of waiters complained about his habit of flirting with the customers if he brought their food out to them.
February 2009-May 2009: Chef for Y. Hotel. Asked to resign after a waitress complained about another employee who was harassing her. It was assumed it was him, though he’d only flirted with her a few times. Also, sampled the food a little too much.
June 2009-December 2009: Restaurant for M. Hotel, waitstaff for four months, temporary chef for three. This time, a victim of general downsizing.
December 2009-January 2010: Restaurant C. Hotel, waitstaff and chef on the weekends. Quit due to harassment and threats by a repeat customer who seemed to think he had something for his girlfriend. Also sets his record for shortest term of employment.
January 2010-July 2010: Restaurant of L. Hotel, chef. Fired following an altercation in the lobby while on break- trying to be a gentleman to a rather distraught looking woman, discovered that she had a boyfriend who didn’t care for guys talking to her.
EDUCATION: Graduated high school, went to a culinary school for four years while working.
HAS YOUR CHARACTER EVER COMMITTED A CRIME? IF YES, PLEASE EXPLAIN: No
DID YOUR CHARACTER JOIN NATION CORP. WILLINGLY?: Yes
SKILLS: Ever since he was a middle-school kid, Feliciano’s been very skilled at cooking, usually pasta dishes. He’s also a talented artist, a passable singer, and a pretty strong runner.
PERSONALITY: Feliciano is a talkative little thing, especially if the person he’s talking to is female. Then he’s an incorrigible flirt. If the person is male, is taken, is a good friend or family member, then he’ll be affectionate, clamoring for hugs, kisses, any little bit he can get. Because he’s so affectionate anyway, it’s generally a challenge for anyone but his family to see who he might have some kind of crush on. He’s fairly timid, of the sort that a scary movie will make jump and scream and hide under the couch. Behind the cute, sweet, timid face though, lies a devious little mind. Therefore, it’s a little difficult to know when he’s really being sweet, or when it’s just an act.
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: At 5’8”, Feliciano is just a little shorter than the average Italian man, with reddish-brown hair that has a funny curl off to the side, and dark brown eyes. From all the pasta he eats, all the wine he drinks, and all the sleeping he does, one would expect him to weigh a ton, but all the running he has to do for whatever reason (lateness, catching up to friends, running from irate boyfriends of girls he flirted with) keeps him slim and trim, aside from a tiny little bit of pudge on his stomach. Since he isn’t an overly-outdoorsy person, his skin is fairly pale, especially for an Italian. If he doesn’t have a specific uniform, he’ll generally wear a very nice pair of jeans and a t-shirt under his chef’s jacket while at work, then just throw a blazer over it if it’s chilly for the trip home. On weekends/days off, he favors a nice button up black shirt and a good pair of blue dress slacks for going out, and a pair of old jeans and soft shirts for lounging around or running errands. The one thing he never removes is his rosary, an old one made of light wooden beads with a tiny silver crucifix and several links he’s had to repair himself, because he has had this one since his time in Italy and doesn’t want to give it up. Because of his height, attitude, and general deportment, people tend to think he’s only about 18 or 19 rather than 24.
HISTORY: Feliciano is the youngest of a set of twins, his elder brother being Lovino Vargas. The two were born to what appeared at first blush to be a happy, healthy family that showered the boys with all the love in the world and practically spoiled them rotten with toys and clothing, thanks to their fashion-model-turned-designer mother, Giselle, and father with a lot of influential ties, Nero. But behind closed doors, things weren’t always so wonderful. Their father, as the boys got older, got more and more abusive, first verbally, then physically towards the boys and their mother. Feliciano, a delicate child anyway, became jumpy and nervous, a trait that still defines him, mostly when he hears loud yelling, and causes him to cower and tear up or run away. The boys’ paternal grandfather, Romulus, met the children and his bastard son for the first time when the boys were four, and spent a long while trying to connect to his child and daughter in law, and spoiling the babies as grandparents tend to do.
Unknown to the children, Nero was in the mafia, and disputes within the famiglia plus stress from other quarters were pushing the man to the breaking point, causing his abuse. Romulus ignored it for as long as he could, but when his son and the boys were caught up in a shootout, he begged him to stop. To think of the children. Nero not only refused, he demanded that his father stay away from his home and his children. Romulus instead plotted to steal the children away, though he could only manage to take Feliciano. The morning of his rescue, Feliciano had broken a photoframe in his father’s study, and knowing he would get in trouble, pushed the broken glass and frame under the couch with his foot, and pocketed the portrait of his mother, Lovino, and himself. He still keeps that portrait to this day, in a book he keeps by his bedside; no one knows of it but him, though.
When Romulus got Feliciano to the United States from his native Italy, he kept the boy in his villa in upstate New York, hoping to keep him safe there. Because his grandfather was so busy, Feliciano went through a parade of nurses and tutors preparing him for elementary school, each one a gorgeous woman. His favorite times were when he could just have dinner with his grandpa and the blond man grandpa worked with, Gilen. As he got older he noticed that the blond was usually present by his grandfather, so he just came to accept that Gilen was akin to his grandmother. It didn’t bother him as a child, it doesn’t bother him now. He just has to watch his tongue and not call the Germanic man ‘grandma’ to his face.
When Feliciano was about five, he suffered an illness not unlike chicken pox, but much, much more severe. He was hospitalized for a long while to recover. By the time he got out of the hospital, the illness had taken a heavy toll on him, leaving him weaker than most kids his age, and susceptible to bullying. He also came out of this experience with a fear of doctors, stemming from one in particular. Due to the illness, his eyes were weak for a while (though the effect ceased when he got better, so he never had to wear glasses) and the bright lights of the room hurt, so he was half-blind throughout his stay. One doctor in particular was his main caretaker, an older man with glasses and a beaky nose that reminded Feliciano of a particular carnivale mask. He never could see the man’s eyes thanks to glare from the lights, and he tended to hurt Feliciano when he gave him shots or medication. Thanks to this, Feliciano now dislikes doctors. Immensely.*
The rest of elementary school and middle school went normally for Feliciano; he was bullied a lot due to his weak nature and habit of sometimes falling into Italian without thinking of it. As he went into high school, however, he enrolled in more art classes, and found a niche among the art students for his beautiful artwork.* It had been something he always enjoyed, so he fell into his new spot as ‘that artistic kid’ with gusto. Then he had to take an athletics course and found that, in all his running from bullies in his primary education, he had gotten incredible stamina, and could run like it was nothing. The coach tried to get him to join track, but Feliciano declined every time, citing too much work. Besides, he was already happy where he was at. But by the time he hit his junior year, there were only a few courses he could take. That was where the school’s vocational technical program came in, and with it, a couple of courses in cooking to fill his schedule. And again, Feliciano found a niche, learning the tricks of the trade of being a chef. It amazed some, that this boy who sucked so hard at schoolwork could remember everything about his kitchen from where each spice was located to what page the recipe for stuffed calamari in tomato sauce was, and what modifications needed to be made to have it tasting perfect. In truth, it was simply that he didn’t care about math so much as he cared about cooking and art; who needed the alphabet mixed in with numbers, or to know how to calculate the trajectory of a flying school bus, if one knew how to work with fractions and measurements? Still, to get into his first-choice of culinary schools, he worked hard, and passed his ACT and SAT exams with flying colors.
During culinary school, Feliciano worked hard, doing small jobs at a local Italian restaurant while he was schooling for the experience. He graduated at the age of 22, ready to take on the world and all it held, but he found quickly the world was not so kind as his boss at the old restaurant had been. For all his talents behind the stove, Feliciano was an incorrigible flirt, with a propensity for not being able to tell when to back off. Usually he was very good at finding the girls who were unattached, but then there were the cases where he found ones that, though they were amenable to his flirtations, their boyfriends were not, or others who just didn’t want to be flirted with. Feliciano was fired from several illustrious hotel restaurants, and was beginning to despair of his future in cooking when his grandfather, citing some weird stalking issues, had Feliciano come home to live with him in his posh penthouse apartment. Feliciano was also advised to keep his options open and stay unemployed for a while, and not wanting to go against his Grandpa, one of his most precious people in the world save for his erstwhile brother, he readily agreed. About two months after he came to stay with his grandfather, Romulus left him with Gilen for a bit, and the next morning when he came to breakfast, there was another young Italian man at the table- Lovino. For the first time in 20 years, the brothers were reunited, and Feliciano was eager to catch up with his elder sibling.***
A month after their reunion, their grandpa came to them with an offer- join in on his company, Nation Corp, and be assured a job that could work to their talents. Feliciano, seeing a golden opportunity to work with his family and meet interesting new people, agreed on the spot. He was ready to get to work, and to make his grandpa and brother proud.
OTHER: Feliciano is a little bit of a scaredy-cat, especially when it comes to loud sounds or threats of violence. He tends to try and avoid confrontation as much as possible. However, this doesn’t mean he’s stupid, no way. He is in fact a highly devious little sucker, who knows the best way to throw someone off the scent is to act as cute and dumb as possible. Still, it’s difficult to distinguish what is the act, and what is honest idiocy. He also has some issues with finding his way around places the first couple of times he goes to them. After the first or second trip, though, he can usually find it in a heartbeat. While he is not overly devout to the point of attending Mass every week, Feliciano is Catholic, and attends holiday services faithfully. He makes a point to go to confession once every couple of months as well, so he’s not really lapsed.
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ACTION POST SAMPLE:
[The alarm. God that awful alarm. Why has he set it again, he’s not… Oh wait. Yes he is. As of a few days ago, Feliciano is now gainfully employed, and today is his first day. Now it’s just like a kid on their first-ever day of school, all smiles and sunshine and hopping out of bed in excitement, never mind that it’s the eye-crack of dawn and even the sun isn’t fully awake yet. Given time, this will settle, but it’s the first time he’s had a reason to leave the house besides just whim in three months, and the first time he’s known he’s going to do something that will get him paid in three and a half. Time to wake his brother up, make sure he has a good healthy breakfast in him, and make sure neither of them are late for their first day.]
Fratello, fratello, svegliarsi! Come on, we have work today, get up, get a shower, I’ll make breakfast, come on! Let’s go! No more lying in bed.
[It’s time for this boy to get a prescription for Ritalin or something, but to him time with grandpa and big brother, money, and new people are more exciting than the knowledge that he’s going to be doing work.]
PROSE SAMPLE:
The flame was on low, so the sauce didn’t splatter up everywhere, the pasta was bubbling happily, and Feliciano Vargas was humming some silly little song he’d made up who knew when, stirring the sauce and trying to keep everything together. Cooking generally made him feel so much better, and today, he really needed it. He’d been fired.
Again.
For causing a very public disturbance in the hotel lobby because God forbid there had been a very lonely looking lovely young woman, and just as he’d been taking her mind off her worries her stupid boyfriend had to come up and why did every girl seem to want to date big guys? Especially mean big guys. If he’d wanted to keep her he shouldn’t have left her. But the hotel manager didn’t seem to share his opinion, and she’d fired him on the spot, barely affording him the time to get his stuff from his employee locker. A couple of the little kitchen girls had complained loud and long, but even two weeks after the incident it had no effect. No softening of the heart. And the rent was due soon, Feliciano was running out of food, and if he didn’t find a job (a near impossibility in this economy, especially with a track record like his- five restaurants now, in the space of two years) he’d be out a place to live. The sauce ‘gloop’ed up at him, and Feliciano sighed.
“Yeah, once again. I guess, at least, I don’t have a wife and kids to take care of.” He shuddered a little at the thought; not that he wouldn’t start considering the thought eventually, he just… didn’t think now was a good time. He was only 24, still young, still with things to do before he settled down and started raising a family. And a wife would berate him for this kind of behavior. God, what was he going to say to grandpa if he called, he didn’t want to disappoint him! “Maybe I should have gone to art school instead…”
As he began wondering how much time it would take to go back to art school, or if he could just paint and sculpt and sell things without having some kind of fancy degree, his phone rang. By second nature, Feliciano turned the flame on the gas stove down to just barely a simmer, notched the flame for the pasta down to half its previous height, and ran for his cell phone, answering as he subconsciously wiped his hands on his old white apron. “Ciao, Feliciano Vargas speaking.” The voice filtering in from the other side of the line didn’t sound old in the least, but Feliciano knew that particular timbre as his grandfather’s. He’d keep his mouth shut about getting fired now, Grandpa sounded worried and… what was that about breach? Had they found him? Nero was not going to be a happy man if he found his son… and Feliciano rather liked living here rather than in his father’s clutches. But there was hope, hope yet. “Yes, Grandpa, I understand. I’ll quit immediately,” he said, crossing himself quickly and mentally begging forgiveness for lying through his teeth, “and I can pack in no time. I’ll be on the next train up there-oh, car. Okay. How early is early?” He narrowly avoided whistling at the time set before him, but he knew that with traffic and the secretive routes they’d have to take to avoid detection, it would probably take most of, if not all day.
He’d been down this road once, just once, when he was four. He hadn’t wanted to go it again, but… “All right, Grandpa. I’ll see you tomorrow then. Te voglio bene. Bye.” The phone disconnected the call with a quiet ‘beep’, just as the smell of pasta and tomato sauce filled the air, the cheery scent at odds with Feliciano’s worried mind. Well, you couldn’t pack on an empty stomach. Time for dinner first. Then packing and cancelling his lease.
---- This will NOT be evaluated as part of your application but is just a test to see if you understand what a BBS post is.
BBS SAMPLE:
To: All < see full list of recipients >
From: Feliciano Vargas < Feliciano.vargas@nationcorp.com >
Subject: Anyone want lunch?
Date: XX November 2010
Hey, I don’t know how many people would be interested, but if you don’t have time in the morning to make lunch, I’d be more than happy to make it for you~ A hot meal each day at lunchtime, and I can promise it’s good food! I’ve tried each recipe myself before I serve it- it’s why I got fired from my second job! So, if anyone’s interested, just email me with a reply to this and I’ll make note! Arrevederci!
*-The black plague sweeping through Europe. I would have included something about Poveglia explicitly and how it was a plague island, but I think the creepy doctor was enough.
**- The renaissance. Vague allusions thereof anyway.
***-Italian reunification.
NAME: Chris
AGE: 22
TIME ZONE: Central, GMT -6:00
LIVEJOURNAL:lovelessangel88
CONTACT EMAIL: lunarepilogue@yahoo.com
AIM: liberiillusion
MSN: dragonflame0509@msn.com
PLURK: n/a
OTHER: List what device and your Address/ ID/ Username/ ETC..
HAVE YOU READ THE FAQ AND RULES?: Yes
THIS RP IS A YEAR LONG GAME. CAN YOU COMMIT TO THE CHARACTER YOU ARE APPLYING FOR?: Yes
COMMENTS: I’m going into my final semester of college and about to be interning at a high school, so there may be nights I won’t be in chat because I’ll be making lesson plans or something of the sort. But I’m not going to go inactive because of it.
.character related questions.
NAME: Feliciano Vargas
NATION/STATE: North Italy
AGE: 24
PRIOR JOB TITLE: 2004-2008: Pietro’s Italian Dining, busboy, waiter, cashier, occasionally chef towards the end of his employment there.
July 2008-February 2009: Restaurant of S. Hotel, co-chef. Fired after a string of waiters complained about his habit of flirting with the customers if he brought their food out to them.
February 2009-May 2009: Chef for Y. Hotel. Asked to resign after a waitress complained about another employee who was harassing her. It was assumed it was him, though he’d only flirted with her a few times. Also, sampled the food a little too much.
June 2009-December 2009: Restaurant for M. Hotel, waitstaff for four months, temporary chef for three. This time, a victim of general downsizing.
December 2009-January 2010: Restaurant C. Hotel, waitstaff and chef on the weekends. Quit due to harassment and threats by a repeat customer who seemed to think he had something for his girlfriend. Also sets his record for shortest term of employment.
January 2010-July 2010: Restaurant of L. Hotel, chef. Fired following an altercation in the lobby while on break- trying to be a gentleman to a rather distraught looking woman, discovered that she had a boyfriend who didn’t care for guys talking to her.
EDUCATION: Graduated high school, went to a culinary school for four years while working.
HAS YOUR CHARACTER EVER COMMITTED A CRIME? IF YES, PLEASE EXPLAIN: No
DID YOUR CHARACTER JOIN NATION CORP. WILLINGLY?: Yes
SKILLS: Ever since he was a middle-school kid, Feliciano’s been very skilled at cooking, usually pasta dishes. He’s also a talented artist, a passable singer, and a pretty strong runner.
PERSONALITY: Feliciano is a talkative little thing, especially if the person he’s talking to is female. Then he’s an incorrigible flirt. If the person is male, is taken, is a good friend or family member, then he’ll be affectionate, clamoring for hugs, kisses, any little bit he can get. Because he’s so affectionate anyway, it’s generally a challenge for anyone but his family to see who he might have some kind of crush on. He’s fairly timid, of the sort that a scary movie will make jump and scream and hide under the couch. Behind the cute, sweet, timid face though, lies a devious little mind. Therefore, it’s a little difficult to know when he’s really being sweet, or when it’s just an act.
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: At 5’8”, Feliciano is just a little shorter than the average Italian man, with reddish-brown hair that has a funny curl off to the side, and dark brown eyes. From all the pasta he eats, all the wine he drinks, and all the sleeping he does, one would expect him to weigh a ton, but all the running he has to do for whatever reason (lateness, catching up to friends, running from irate boyfriends of girls he flirted with) keeps him slim and trim, aside from a tiny little bit of pudge on his stomach. Since he isn’t an overly-outdoorsy person, his skin is fairly pale, especially for an Italian. If he doesn’t have a specific uniform, he’ll generally wear a very nice pair of jeans and a t-shirt under his chef’s jacket while at work, then just throw a blazer over it if it’s chilly for the trip home. On weekends/days off, he favors a nice button up black shirt and a good pair of blue dress slacks for going out, and a pair of old jeans and soft shirts for lounging around or running errands. The one thing he never removes is his rosary, an old one made of light wooden beads with a tiny silver crucifix and several links he’s had to repair himself, because he has had this one since his time in Italy and doesn’t want to give it up. Because of his height, attitude, and general deportment, people tend to think he’s only about 18 or 19 rather than 24.
HISTORY: Feliciano is the youngest of a set of twins, his elder brother being Lovino Vargas. The two were born to what appeared at first blush to be a happy, healthy family that showered the boys with all the love in the world and practically spoiled them rotten with toys and clothing, thanks to their fashion-model-turned-designer mother, Giselle, and father with a lot of influential ties, Nero. But behind closed doors, things weren’t always so wonderful. Their father, as the boys got older, got more and more abusive, first verbally, then physically towards the boys and their mother. Feliciano, a delicate child anyway, became jumpy and nervous, a trait that still defines him, mostly when he hears loud yelling, and causes him to cower and tear up or run away. The boys’ paternal grandfather, Romulus, met the children and his bastard son for the first time when the boys were four, and spent a long while trying to connect to his child and daughter in law, and spoiling the babies as grandparents tend to do.
Unknown to the children, Nero was in the mafia, and disputes within the famiglia plus stress from other quarters were pushing the man to the breaking point, causing his abuse. Romulus ignored it for as long as he could, but when his son and the boys were caught up in a shootout, he begged him to stop. To think of the children. Nero not only refused, he demanded that his father stay away from his home and his children. Romulus instead plotted to steal the children away, though he could only manage to take Feliciano. The morning of his rescue, Feliciano had broken a photoframe in his father’s study, and knowing he would get in trouble, pushed the broken glass and frame under the couch with his foot, and pocketed the portrait of his mother, Lovino, and himself. He still keeps that portrait to this day, in a book he keeps by his bedside; no one knows of it but him, though.
When Romulus got Feliciano to the United States from his native Italy, he kept the boy in his villa in upstate New York, hoping to keep him safe there. Because his grandfather was so busy, Feliciano went through a parade of nurses and tutors preparing him for elementary school, each one a gorgeous woman. His favorite times were when he could just have dinner with his grandpa and the blond man grandpa worked with, Gilen. As he got older he noticed that the blond was usually present by his grandfather, so he just came to accept that Gilen was akin to his grandmother. It didn’t bother him as a child, it doesn’t bother him now. He just has to watch his tongue and not call the Germanic man ‘grandma’ to his face.
When Feliciano was about five, he suffered an illness not unlike chicken pox, but much, much more severe. He was hospitalized for a long while to recover. By the time he got out of the hospital, the illness had taken a heavy toll on him, leaving him weaker than most kids his age, and susceptible to bullying. He also came out of this experience with a fear of doctors, stemming from one in particular. Due to the illness, his eyes were weak for a while (though the effect ceased when he got better, so he never had to wear glasses) and the bright lights of the room hurt, so he was half-blind throughout his stay. One doctor in particular was his main caretaker, an older man with glasses and a beaky nose that reminded Feliciano of a particular carnivale mask. He never could see the man’s eyes thanks to glare from the lights, and he tended to hurt Feliciano when he gave him shots or medication. Thanks to this, Feliciano now dislikes doctors. Immensely.*
The rest of elementary school and middle school went normally for Feliciano; he was bullied a lot due to his weak nature and habit of sometimes falling into Italian without thinking of it. As he went into high school, however, he enrolled in more art classes, and found a niche among the art students for his beautiful artwork.* It had been something he always enjoyed, so he fell into his new spot as ‘that artistic kid’ with gusto. Then he had to take an athletics course and found that, in all his running from bullies in his primary education, he had gotten incredible stamina, and could run like it was nothing. The coach tried to get him to join track, but Feliciano declined every time, citing too much work. Besides, he was already happy where he was at. But by the time he hit his junior year, there were only a few courses he could take. That was where the school’s vocational technical program came in, and with it, a couple of courses in cooking to fill his schedule. And again, Feliciano found a niche, learning the tricks of the trade of being a chef. It amazed some, that this boy who sucked so hard at schoolwork could remember everything about his kitchen from where each spice was located to what page the recipe for stuffed calamari in tomato sauce was, and what modifications needed to be made to have it tasting perfect. In truth, it was simply that he didn’t care about math so much as he cared about cooking and art; who needed the alphabet mixed in with numbers, or to know how to calculate the trajectory of a flying school bus, if one knew how to work with fractions and measurements? Still, to get into his first-choice of culinary schools, he worked hard, and passed his ACT and SAT exams with flying colors.
During culinary school, Feliciano worked hard, doing small jobs at a local Italian restaurant while he was schooling for the experience. He graduated at the age of 22, ready to take on the world and all it held, but he found quickly the world was not so kind as his boss at the old restaurant had been. For all his talents behind the stove, Feliciano was an incorrigible flirt, with a propensity for not being able to tell when to back off. Usually he was very good at finding the girls who were unattached, but then there were the cases where he found ones that, though they were amenable to his flirtations, their boyfriends were not, or others who just didn’t want to be flirted with. Feliciano was fired from several illustrious hotel restaurants, and was beginning to despair of his future in cooking when his grandfather, citing some weird stalking issues, had Feliciano come home to live with him in his posh penthouse apartment. Feliciano was also advised to keep his options open and stay unemployed for a while, and not wanting to go against his Grandpa, one of his most precious people in the world save for his erstwhile brother, he readily agreed. About two months after he came to stay with his grandfather, Romulus left him with Gilen for a bit, and the next morning when he came to breakfast, there was another young Italian man at the table- Lovino. For the first time in 20 years, the brothers were reunited, and Feliciano was eager to catch up with his elder sibling.***
A month after their reunion, their grandpa came to them with an offer- join in on his company, Nation Corp, and be assured a job that could work to their talents. Feliciano, seeing a golden opportunity to work with his family and meet interesting new people, agreed on the spot. He was ready to get to work, and to make his grandpa and brother proud.
OTHER: Feliciano is a little bit of a scaredy-cat, especially when it comes to loud sounds or threats of violence. He tends to try and avoid confrontation as much as possible. However, this doesn’t mean he’s stupid, no way. He is in fact a highly devious little sucker, who knows the best way to throw someone off the scent is to act as cute and dumb as possible. Still, it’s difficult to distinguish what is the act, and what is honest idiocy. He also has some issues with finding his way around places the first couple of times he goes to them. After the first or second trip, though, he can usually find it in a heartbeat. While he is not overly devout to the point of attending Mass every week, Feliciano is Catholic, and attends holiday services faithfully. He makes a point to go to confession once every couple of months as well, so he’s not really lapsed.
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ACTION POST SAMPLE:
[The alarm. God that awful alarm. Why has he set it again, he’s not… Oh wait. Yes he is. As of a few days ago, Feliciano is now gainfully employed, and today is his first day. Now it’s just like a kid on their first-ever day of school, all smiles and sunshine and hopping out of bed in excitement, never mind that it’s the eye-crack of dawn and even the sun isn’t fully awake yet. Given time, this will settle, but it’s the first time he’s had a reason to leave the house besides just whim in three months, and the first time he’s known he’s going to do something that will get him paid in three and a half. Time to wake his brother up, make sure he has a good healthy breakfast in him, and make sure neither of them are late for their first day.]
Fratello, fratello, svegliarsi! Come on, we have work today, get up, get a shower, I’ll make breakfast, come on! Let’s go! No more lying in bed.
[It’s time for this boy to get a prescription for Ritalin or something, but to him time with grandpa and big brother, money, and new people are more exciting than the knowledge that he’s going to be doing work.]
PROSE SAMPLE:
The flame was on low, so the sauce didn’t splatter up everywhere, the pasta was bubbling happily, and Feliciano Vargas was humming some silly little song he’d made up who knew when, stirring the sauce and trying to keep everything together. Cooking generally made him feel so much better, and today, he really needed it. He’d been fired.
Again.
For causing a very public disturbance in the hotel lobby because God forbid there had been a very lonely looking lovely young woman, and just as he’d been taking her mind off her worries her stupid boyfriend had to come up and why did every girl seem to want to date big guys? Especially mean big guys. If he’d wanted to keep her he shouldn’t have left her. But the hotel manager didn’t seem to share his opinion, and she’d fired him on the spot, barely affording him the time to get his stuff from his employee locker. A couple of the little kitchen girls had complained loud and long, but even two weeks after the incident it had no effect. No softening of the heart. And the rent was due soon, Feliciano was running out of food, and if he didn’t find a job (a near impossibility in this economy, especially with a track record like his- five restaurants now, in the space of two years) he’d be out a place to live. The sauce ‘gloop’ed up at him, and Feliciano sighed.
“Yeah, once again. I guess, at least, I don’t have a wife and kids to take care of.” He shuddered a little at the thought; not that he wouldn’t start considering the thought eventually, he just… didn’t think now was a good time. He was only 24, still young, still with things to do before he settled down and started raising a family. And a wife would berate him for this kind of behavior. God, what was he going to say to grandpa if he called, he didn’t want to disappoint him! “Maybe I should have gone to art school instead…”
As he began wondering how much time it would take to go back to art school, or if he could just paint and sculpt and sell things without having some kind of fancy degree, his phone rang. By second nature, Feliciano turned the flame on the gas stove down to just barely a simmer, notched the flame for the pasta down to half its previous height, and ran for his cell phone, answering as he subconsciously wiped his hands on his old white apron. “Ciao, Feliciano Vargas speaking.” The voice filtering in from the other side of the line didn’t sound old in the least, but Feliciano knew that particular timbre as his grandfather’s. He’d keep his mouth shut about getting fired now, Grandpa sounded worried and… what was that about breach? Had they found him? Nero was not going to be a happy man if he found his son… and Feliciano rather liked living here rather than in his father’s clutches. But there was hope, hope yet. “Yes, Grandpa, I understand. I’ll quit immediately,” he said, crossing himself quickly and mentally begging forgiveness for lying through his teeth, “and I can pack in no time. I’ll be on the next train up there-oh, car. Okay. How early is early?” He narrowly avoided whistling at the time set before him, but he knew that with traffic and the secretive routes they’d have to take to avoid detection, it would probably take most of, if not all day.
He’d been down this road once, just once, when he was four. He hadn’t wanted to go it again, but… “All right, Grandpa. I’ll see you tomorrow then. Te voglio bene. Bye.” The phone disconnected the call with a quiet ‘beep’, just as the smell of pasta and tomato sauce filled the air, the cheery scent at odds with Feliciano’s worried mind. Well, you couldn’t pack on an empty stomach. Time for dinner first. Then packing and cancelling his lease.
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From: Feliciano Vargas < Feliciano.vargas@nationcorp.com >
Subject: Anyone want lunch?
Date: XX November 2010
Hey, I don’t know how many people would be interested, but if you don’t have time in the morning to make lunch, I’d be more than happy to make it for you~ A hot meal each day at lunchtime, and I can promise it’s good food! I’ve tried each recipe myself before I serve it- it’s why I got fired from my second job! So, if anyone’s interested, just email me with a reply to this and I’ll make note! Arrevederci!
*-The black plague sweeping through Europe. I would have included something about Poveglia explicitly and how it was a plague island, but I think the creepy doctor was enough.
**- The renaissance. Vague allusions thereof anyway.
***-Italian reunification.