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rocco adriano morelli

April 17th 2009, 6:28 pm

Moved to The Break Room!

matteo armando ferelli

April 14th 2009, 11:55 pm

He laughed a little to himself both nervously and in spite of himself. He wasn't sure what Rocco meant about finding someone worth talking to. The tone in his voice came across a little funny, but Matteo's brain refused to allow him to think too hard on it in case Rocco meant someone besides him. And besides, his mind was so focused on meeting a woman here that the only thing he truly picked up on was that there was an attractive librarian. To make himself more comfortable he rolled his dress shirt cuffs up his forearm and unbuttoned the top collar. Wasting no time he asked, "Oh yeah? How hot is she?" He winked his wink again almost as if to say 'hot hot is she on a scale of one to ten?' Matteo is much like his father in more ways than just appearances. His father appreciates his mother, she does everything for them and is a perfect example of what a house wife should be, but she isn't the prettiest thing to look at. His father needs a little eye candy every now and then. Matteo's first conversation about sex was with his father at thirteen. He of course already knew about it, from his friends in school, but his father wanted to make sure he knew it from his perspective as well. His father told him everything a good father should about the hows tos and what nots about sex- except he left out the part about actually loving them. Hes grown to love his mother now, but at first the only reason they were together was because of Matteo. All throughout middle school he was the ugly duckling and had never had a girlfriend. By the time high school rolled around he had finally grown into himself and had almost laid every chick in his small town high school. His father was proud, he was happy, and he had no problem dealing with drama of some of the girls' boyfriends. In fact, he thrived off of it because they wanted him more than them and he always won in the fist fights. There was no stopping him. His ego was so thick you could feel it every time he walked into a room. And now after high school it still hadn't worn off. He was beginning to get very hungry now, and he could check out this librarian himself. He didn't need Rocco's description- what if he had shitty taste? The little voice inside himself laughed and said 'what would it matter? You'd do her ugly or not.' His internal thoughts showed on his face and he smiled at himself. Proud. He coughed and added "So anyways, how about some food." He motioned to the door and started walking there, more like leading the way. If Rocco wanted to come, great - and if not- he was hungry and really didn't give a damn to wait around for him.

rocco adriano morelli

April 14th 2009, 11:23 pm

Wow. So pasty face thinks he's Adonis on top of everything else. Rocco hid a smirk and continued humoring his roomy by listening to his endless spew of self-absorbed rambling. He almost felt bad that Matteo couldn't get a girlfriend. He knew what that was like, sort of. He'd pretty much never gone without a girlfriend, starting from around the fifth grade. He'd lost interest in them all pretty fast though, not because he didn't respect girls or that he didn't like them or anything - he definitely liked them; they just didn't have whatever his own personality was lacking in order to make him happy or keep him from being bored or depressed and angry about his life all the time. And then life got harder and things with his family got worse and girls got to being something more like friends with benefits - an indulgence to escape his painful life. Whatever. It wasn't his place to judge how lucky Matteo usually was with girls. He seemed like he was a pretty popular guy back home - wherever home was for him. He couldn't help but notice that it seemed like he considered woman to be little more than sex toys, but to each his own. It didn't really affect him what Matteo thought of or did with whatever girls he might meet here. He was thinking about his better days in middle school when he realized Matteo said something he was supposed to respond to. He looked like he had finally finished unpacking and putting his things away. Break room, meeting people. Right. "Yeah sure." His personality was coming back, his voice showing like he agreed that the idea sounded promising. "Maybe we will find someone worth talking to." He wondered if Matteo was going to pick up on that one. He added something else, answering an earlier question, which he found a little funny despite himself. "And no, as much as I like kicking walls I actually spent the day admiring the librarian."

matteo armando ferelli

April 12th 2009, 10:46 pm

Ah, so the boy didn't need coaxing - he had it in him after all. Good for him, he thought. "Well I'd much rather be back home where people gave a fuck." The apathy the boy was showing made him angry. In Matteo's world there were two actions, one being to kiss his ass and worship him - and the other to despise his guts with a passion and take it out with a fist fight. That's the way he did things. He didn't give a crap about the boy's alternative and coldly added, "And no." He looked down at his shin and in detest remembered the girl that turned him down. "No women at least. I thought this place would be crawling with chicks eager to talk to the new boy." He paused. A little voice in his was telling him 'enough already' but he simply didn't know when to stop. "But apparently none of them appreciate what's right before them, if you know what I mean." He smirked and straightened his posture as if he was a peacock in a past life. Despite his need to ramble about himself, he was a rather tidy person when it came to his personal space, and it bothered him that he hadn't unpacked and hung his clothes the second he got there. He finished the job of hanging and folding and added, "How about you? Or have you been kicking walls all morning?" He laughed a little and was starting to loosen up since his superiority complex was no longer sending off distress signals that the boy was better than him. He already felt superior in choosing to ignore the fact the boy apparently didn't give a fuck, which meant he didn't give a fuck about what he thought - but he chose to ignore it and pretend that the boy had given in. He was like a dog that he constantly needed to piss on something another dog had pissed on to mark territory. This school was now his territory and the intended to piss on everything in sight. "So!" He exclaimed as he finished hanging his last shirt. "How about we head on down to the break room?" He tipped his head down casually as he added, "Random, I know but maybe we'll find someone worth talking to." He had to be an ass one last time to end his half of the conversation, otherwise he'd feel strange.

rocco adriano morelli

April 12th 2009, 10:14 pm

Obviously this kid was a total asshole. Whatever. He was too tired in his brain to give a fuck. He'd probably have to snap back later. For now Mr. Ego Trip was going to have to settle with him being genuinely without interest and bored with life. He wasn't sorry for his behavior, but he didn't have any fight in him right now. He had the feeling this dude was just going to get more annoying as time went on, so it was probably best to conserve his energy. How did he get stuck with a roommate like this anyways? Maybe being here wasn't going to be such a pleasant change of scenery after all. He gave a weary sigh, "Why don't you just call me a pussy and say what you mean?" There was hardly any enthusiasm in his voice. "For the record, I don't tend to give a shit what people think about me. I'm just too tired to give a fuck right now. Anyways, my name's Rocco. I don't really want to be here, but it's better than the alternative." Although if he kept meeting people who fed off drama and were going to create a teenage hormone version of what his house was like, maybe it wasn't better than the alternative. "Have you met anyone here yet that seemed worth talking to?" He expected the other guy to make some remark that would let him know that he didn't think he was worth talking to, which would be stupid since they were holding a conversation. He hadn't set the question up to give the guy a chance to make another remark in an attempt to piss him off, and he hadn't done it so that he could say something back about how if he wasn't worth talking to, why are we having a conversation? He just wanted to know if there was anyone worth a damn wandering about on this day off - one of the last ones before school started.

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