nothing like home.

[Valentino Di Canio]

Valentino Di Canio

Valentino awoke from his light little slumber to be confronted with the harsh lights of an Australian morning. He really did hate mornings, not because he had a hang over and a thumping headache, but because this was a boy who loved his sleep. Of course if you said to him that a few of his favourite players were waiting outside for him, he would jump to his feet, slap on his West Ham football shirt and run out on to the field, even if he was just wearing his underpants. As if he cared, most of the female population had seen him in almost nothing and then the male population would just be darn jealous of his lovely muscles and his, well, I think you know where that sentence is going. So yes, this boy hated mornings but, he wouldn't let that dampen his day because it was a new day at school and another day closer to achieving his one true goal which was to become a professional footballer who played for West Ham. He would never be faithful to any club but his own and when he got there he would be extremely faithful and not even leave when they tried to fire him.

As he finally arose from his extremely neat bed, he made his way over to his small drawer and produced his immaculately folded clothes from the drawer and placed them on top of the chest of drawers. He moved over to his bed and made it. Oh yes, this young man made his bed, every day he would make his bed because he was that much of a neat freak. He sat down on that bed and changed his briefs and then pulled up his nice clean socks. He moved back over to his chest of drawers and pulled off his jeans, slowly slipping them over his well defined legs with a little smile on his lips. Once he had buttoned and zipped them up, he moved on to his polo shirt. it was a littler tighter than what most people would wear, but he was Italian, they loved their tight shirts with a passion. He pulled it over his head and then slowly did up the few buttons and then pulled up the collar with a cheeky little grin.

Finally, he was ready to make his way out, well, not quite. First off he stuffed his wallet in one of his jean pockets. Then he had to put on his cardigan on which he buttoned up quickly. Then he slowly made his way to his back to his bed and sat down once again. He placed his fingers on the golden chain that was laid on his bedside table and picked it up, making sure that the cross was on the chain still. He slowly placed it around his neck and did the clasp up, smiling lightly as the cross fell onto his chest. If there was one thing that he was proud about it was his faith. Yes, he was a very religious man, mainly because of his Catholic mother, but other than that it was because he felt that God was there when he needed the guidance that he desired, which was often more than people thought, he couldn't show people his emotions because he was scared of getting them ripped apart.

He then made his way out of his dorm, down the stairs and out into the open air. He breathed in deeply and smiled lightly to himself, he kind of missed the smell of East London, which was basically testosterone and petrol fumes, especially on match days. Sure, Australia was the best move for him, especially to clear up his violence but he just wanted to be back at home, not because of his family, but his godfather and most of all, his beloved football team. Then, on top of that, home was were the best football was, now here there was okay football but it was a bit strange because they didn't play with as much passion, instead, it was mainly a passion for aussie rules and rubgy, two games he really didn't like.

Out in the open was where he was and his feet were taking him to Starbucks. He was a bit of a coffee junkie when he wasn't down the pub, but then again he didn't really like Starbucks coffee, it was nothing like the coffee that his mother made, a lovely Italian blend that no one could ever make as nice. They tried to keep up the fact that they did make Italian coffee, but they really didn't. Yet, he couldn't stop going back to them, because, well, when you were addicted to caffeine, you were hooked for life. He had finally arrived at that damned place, they might as well just called it a street corner and pretended to be drug dealers because that's exactly what these guys were like. He stepped inside and ordered his coffee, paid and that sat himself down on a comfortable chair and sat at his table, drinking his fake Italian coffee.

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^{status •; finished.
tag •; open.
word count •; 852.
apperance •; as above and outfit.
music •; perfect by flyleaf.
notes •; say hello to valentino XD}

[Amelia Rush]

This is a fight I refuse to loose!

Run: move fast by using one's feet, with one foot off the ground at any given time.

Some people would say this is a definition of a word that gets to the point. It doesn’t mess around with fancy wording or long explanations on how one should run, it just tells you what you need to know, and moves on. Amelia Rush has always been thankful for her peers teaching her this word and what it meant, because it had come in handy quite a few times. Like the time she and her brother decided to run through her father’s grapes he uses to make the wine when it was raining, because it was the most beautiful storm they had seen, plus the family dog had gotten out so it was mandatory to go get him.

Or, the time Amelia needed to turn in a last minute English paper on to works of George Orwell, and darted all the way to the building where her previous teacher resided. Running has helped her with quite a few situations, and for this she is eternally thankful.
Today though, was perhaps the very first day she truly appreciated the art of running. It started out as a good day for Amelia; she got up all bright and full of unrealistic cheer. She was going to have a nice day out, for today was not jam-packed with power-kiting or essay writing. When she got dressed and headed out the door, there was a spring in her step and an undeniable urge to whistle while she walked. That’s when tragedy struck our young Amelia’s eyes, for she saw the most terrible thing in the world. Well, the most terrible thing in the world for that very moment anyways. The local rent-a-cop was being rude to a poor little stray dog, which only wanted a little nibble of his huge donut. But the semi-in shape rent-a-cop wouldn’t hear of sharing, so he ignored the poor hungry animal and walked inside of some store.

Amelia then knew why she was thrown into this dark world, and it was so she could be a bright beacon of hope for this poor defenseless animal. She walked up to the brown lab as slowly as she could, and pulled out a small bag of Scooby Snacks. Only, well they weren’t really dog treats, they were sugar coated cookies that the local store sold while marketing a cartoon figure, but she was sure the dog couldn’t tell the difference. “Hey there pretty puppy...” she cooed, as she used her teeth (she has been told a million times not to do this by her father) to open the package and put a cookie into her hand. The golden brown animal coward to her gestures at first, but then he decided that Amelia wasn’t harmful and sniffed the cookies she was offering. When upon finding out that it was food she was giving him, he immediately started to eat the cookie from her hand, and Amelia proceeded to put the rest of them on the ground for him to enjoy. Then, she took a look at what the cop had road up on, and quickly noticed it was a bike.

Her lips curled up as an idea on how to make him pay for being a butt hole popped into her head. She had come glitter glue in her massive purse, along with some fake flowers she had picked up to make into little clips for her hair. So, Amelia dug out the pink glitter glue and went to work on the little bike, putting it all over his seat, handle bars, and tires. To top that off, she pulled out a fake rose she had purchased just the other day, and ripped off the petals proceeding to paste them onto the already glitter-glued parts. She was just about to see if she had ribbons in her purse, when she heard a man behind her scream “What are you doing!”

Her eyes became wide, and she turned around to see the rude cop and his dropped coffee cup glaring back at her. ‘Crap.’ Was all that came to mind before dropping the dumbfounded look upon her face took off running far away from him. When she looked back, he was behind her, and she could only give a mental groan for this. He apparently was more in shape then she could have guessed, because he was really not that far from her. She ran through people, and pushed pasted an odd-looking tourist group, which he got lost in because they all wanted to take a picture of him for some reason. Her father used to comment that ‘Asians’ were the worst tourist, but she was pretty sure they just saved her a ticket for defacing private property or something along the lines of that charge. This small teaspoon of good luck didn’t stop her from running though, because you can push past annoying touring groups if you are angry enough, and she was sure dried glitter glue wasn’t a cheery thing for a male of his size and stature.

Her running came to a stop, when she noticed that she was about to pass a Starbucks, and decided that if she went inside a place, he would pass her up in all his immense rage. So, out of breathe and a little thirsty, she spirited on in, only stopping to bend over and grab the top of her knees with her hands, and just pant. It was too hot out there for a woman like her to run in jeans and carry a clutch purse. She sat down at the nearest table, which had a man at it, but she was sure he wouldn’t mind. Unless he was waiting on someone, oh god, she might be ruining a date. While thinking about the things she could possibly be ruining for the poor man, she turned to look at him, pulling her chair closer to the table. “Sorry. Tired.” She breathed, trying to calm her heart rate. “I’ll move soon, I just have to catch my breath. And if a cop comes in here…I was with you this whole time.”

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[Valentino Di Canio]

Valentino Di Canio

Valentino looked into his coffee mug, wondering whether or not there would be an interesting event of today, after all, everything in his life seemed pretty bland as of late. There were no girls to talk to as the only new people to join the academy was freshmen and he wanted nothing to do with them because he was likely to get accused of being a cradle snatcher, plus most freshmen were just coming out of puberty and he really didn't want to be dealing with that because, well, that was gross, he knew, he went through it and he hated it. He was glad that he was now in his twenties, it meant he could just live life and be free. His parents couldn't do anything to stop him from living his life and then on top of that he was free of laws that said he was too young to drink, smoke and anything else they tell him he can't do when he was nineteen. It was stupid really, but then again, that was the world. He was just living in it really.

Finally, he brought the mug to his lips and took a sip of his coffee. He would have shuddered, but then that would just be a very mean thing to do while the clerks watched him, almost like a hawk. He looked at the coffee once again and furrowed his brow. Hell, it wasn't even the right colour to be Italian coffee, but that was Starbuck. Stick a label on it and tell people that's what it is and people will agree with you. It was the same with life in general, it made him a little pissed off with life, but then that was all part of living, making what you liked part of your life and getting rid of all the crap so everything would be a little better in your life. He wished he could get rid of the Starbucks in his life, but it was the closest thing to home he would ever get in Australia.

A scuffle could be heard just outside the coffee shop and then it came into the coffee shop. He didn't move from his chair but his eyebrow did move with bemusement. He had no idea what was going on right now but he was sure it would come towards him and cause him troubles, he seemed to be a problem magnet, his mind travelled back to that night when they killed the Tottenham supporter. It wasn't supposed to happen, he hated it and he didn't want it to happen, but it had happened. He closed his eyes, not wanting those memories to come back, but he couldn't help it, they would come to him. The blood that was on his hands, the sweat that dripped down his face and the hatred in his eyes as he starred down the person who had insulted him all those times. He wished to God that whole thing never happened, but it had happened and there was nothing he could do to stop it, he could go back in time and kiss it all better, oh no, it was etched on his life and when you think about it, it kind of made him who he was today, now he knows his limit, he just wish he knew it back then.

He then made his way out of his dorm, down the stairs and out into the open air. He breathed in deeply and smiled lightly to himself, he kind of missed the smell of East London, which was basically testosterone and petrol fumes, especially on match days. Sure, Australia was the best move for him, especially to clear up his violence but he just wanted to be back at home, not because of his family, but his godfather and most of all, his beloved football team. Then, on top of that, home was were the best football was, now here there was okay football but it was a bit strange because they didn't play with as much passion, instead, it was mainly a passion for aussie rules and rubgy, two games he really didn't like.

His eyes fluttered open and he looked up to see a girl before him, a smile coming to his lips quickly. She was a girl, what could he say, he liked women. "It's no problem," he said to her smoothly. It truly was. If he had the choice between sitting alone and sitting with this good looking girl, he would pick the latter. "You can stay here as long as you need, ragazza," he said with a little smooth smile. He couldn't help it, he was a guy who liked female company and would speak to the opposite sex all the time because it was truly fun. He smirked slightly, he had been in enough trouble himself with the police, so he knew how if felt. "And what mischief have you been up to?" he asked, the smirk playing on his face slightly, he couldn't help it really, he loved to upset the 'establishment' so anyone else doing it would be a friend of his.

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^{status •; finished.
tag •; amelia.
word count •; 724.
apperance •; as above and outfit.
music •; bombshell by powerman 5000.
notes •; lol, it could do XD}