Post by Vinnie Giovanetti on Jan 31, 2013 23:19:50 GMT -5
Full Name: Vincento Matthias Giovanetti (Veen-chen-toe Muh-thigh-is Gee-O-vuh-net-ee). His father, being very Italian, wanted to stick with a very Italian name: Vincento. His mother, on the other hand, just wanted something fun and rare: Matthias. You can call him Vinnie or Vin.. he'll answer to either. He kinda hates Vincento, though.
Age: 17, born on May Second. He's a junior, wut wut.
Clubs/Sports: Newspaper, Debate, and Lacrosse.
Appearance: Vinnie is about five foot nine, and weighs just under a hundred and sixty pounds. Truthfully, he's kind of a stick. Not totally, thanks to lacrosse, but he's definitely not the guy to go looking for abs on. Cuz he certainly doesn't have them. He's not fat.. but he's not muscular. Just.. thin. His hair is a natural dark brown and a bit wavy; he likes to keep it at a medium length. When it gets to long, tho, he shaves it all off and starts over. He doesn't do trims. Ain't no body got time fo dat. Vinnie's eyes are his favorite facial feature: they're a brilliant blue and shaded beneath a dark brow which only makes them more fucking brilliant. Yeaaaa. Bitch. He's got a really wide smile and his teeth are damn near perfect thanks to four years of braces. You go, dental care. Makin' his smile all beautiful and whatnot.
Vinnie really doesn't have a style. He wears whatever. He's not a jock, he's not a goth, he's not a punk, he's not a prep, he's not a nerd. He's just.. Vinnie. Blue jeans and a white tee shirt are all he needs to get by. But hey, that might just be Monday. Tuesday he might be rockin' a neon wind breaker. And Wednesday he might come to school in a sweater vest and dress pants. YOU NEVER FUCKING KNOW. He's just that majestic.
Personality: Let's just put it out there: Vinnie is a fucking psychopath. He can be as sweet and gentle as a ladybug.. but more often than not, he's bouncing off the walls.
Hyperactive: Vinnie has a lot of energy. No one really knows where it come from and most people blame it on the narcotics.. but really, this kid is just constantly off the walls. He's a lunatic, really. Usually, its pretty funny. But it can get to the point where he's just damn annoying.
Funny: He's got a pretty great sense of humor. Growing up with a father who was a comedian probably did this to him. Vinnie has been around humor all his life, so its no less than expected that he's a funny brutha, right? Right. Go laugh with him. But bring a change of pants.
Childish: Vinnie doesn't want to grow up. He wants to stay young forever so he can act like an idiot all the time. He's way into video games, visiting the park, playing a little friendly game of basketball, you name it. Everything a regular teenage boy might do.. but he enjoys it on a bit of a different level.
Hard Working: Now I know Vinnie can really seem like a spastic, idiotic, lazy lump of flesh.. but he can actually get something done. If there's work that needs doing, he's gonna do it and do it right. Vinnie has a very detailed future planned in his mind and he knows that if he plans to get it, he has to work for it. So he does. He won't boast about it, but he is indeed a straight A student.
Creative: Vinnie sees the world as a story. Every time someone speaks to him, he takes note of it. The words they used, how they used them, how they stood while saying them. Just stepping out his front door and he's already starting a chapter to a new book. Every little detail, every little insignificant detail, is important to him. Anything that happens has potential for a great story.
Friendly: He'll never turn you away. Vinnie is not one to judge without reason, nor is he one to just not talk to you because others perceive you as 'weird'. He is more than willing to be anyone's friend. Partly because he sees everyone as a potential actor for a future movie.. but he'd never say that.
Background: You ever seen someone die? Like, have you ever physically with your eyeballs watched someone die? Just right there, right there in front of you, they're dying. There's nothing you can do but stand there and watch the life just float out of them like its nothing. You ever seen that? I have.
I grew up in Boston. I've got the accent to prove it. My buddies and I, me, Brian and Tony, we all lived in the same apartment building. Same floor, too. I had 21C, Tony was at 25C and Brian was at 26C. We were neighbors, best friends, and practically brothers. I don't even know how many sleepovers I had with them. Countless, man. Countless.
We lived in a pretty shady part of town, I'll tell you that. It was the kind of town where if you were out past nine, you were looking for a death sentence. If you were out past nine and didn't have a gun, that is. But really even if you did, you were good as dead. So knowing that.. I'll continue the story.
There was an alleyway along the side of our building. Two, actually. One on either side. But the south one was closed off and full of dumpsters.. nothing too fun there. The north alley tho.. that's where all the shit went down. That place was just a load full of fun. The fire escape ladders were always down, there were countless trash cans to climb on, there were five foot wells that you could climb down into.. it was fucking great. But I guess this is where I tell you the part you probably saw coming: one night, we stayed out a bit past nine.
But no really, it was ten o'clock. The three of us, all miraculously the same age, were only thirteen at the time. We thought we were cool. I remember that was about the first year I'd let my hair grow out.. so I probably thought I was the coolest of all of us.
We'd been sitting on the edge of a dumpster. It was a little dumpster.. I didn't know they made different sized dumpsters. But they did, cuz this one was tiny. And new.. cuz there wasn't a mark on it. But yea we were sitting on it drinking Coke. From a bottle. Like bosses. We'd lost track of the time and none of our parents were home. They'd all gone out together for a night in the city and had told me that Brian and Tony could sleep at my house. They'd done this before, it wasn't like this was the first time they'd trusted us. I wish it had been, though, because maybe they would've come home sooner to check on us. Maybe they would've caught us in the alley so late at night. Maybe they could've gotten to us in time.
It was about ten fifteen when a shadow crossed in front of the street light at the end of the alley. Instinctively, we all turned to see what it was. But it was gone. There was nothing standing in front of the light; it had moved so quickly. I remember Brian poking me and making "ooooooh" noises like a ghost because I was scared shitless. Tony was half asleep.. but only half. The shadow passed again. And this time it stayed.
"Dude look. Dude.. dude that's a person," Brian was jabbing me in the side, pointing with his other hand at the shadow man down the alley. I fucking knew it was a person. I could tell. One thing you'll find about me is that I'm probably the most easiest scared person ever. If something moves out of the corner of my eye, I automatically assume the worst. And that's what I was doing now. That's about when the shadow man started towards us.
About to pee my pants, I fell back into the dumpster to hide. I don't know why we didn't run.. I don't know why Brian and Tony didn't follow me into the dumpster. But they didn't. And the shadow man only got closer.
"Ooh hoo hoo, looks like we got a couple kids!" the shadow man's voice was still distant, but nearing. I was practically poking a hole through both Brian and Tony's backs trying to get them to come into the dumpster or run. But they didn't move. "Hey boys, didn't your parents ever tell you not to mess around in dark alleys?" Fuck. The voice was closer. "Yknow, there's some shaaaady people out here. Scary people, yknow?" He laughed. Fucking shit, he'd been right in front of us now. "How much money you kids got, huh?"
"Money?" Brian spoke up. "We don't have any money. We're only thirteen."
"That's no excuse, kid. And its the wrong answer."
There was a shot. Then another. Only after that was there silence as Brian's body fell back into the dumpster followed by Tony's. I tried so hard not to scream. I tried so hard to just sit still, my two best friend's dead bodies lying over me. It was cold now, I could feel the death leaking out of them. Then the shadow man's arm reached over the top of the dumpster and pulled the lid shut. I sat in darkness with Brian and Tony for what must've been the next two hours.
On my fourteenth birthday, we moved to New York. I've had the worst night terrors since that night in the alley.. I still can't sleep without a nightlight. Brian and Tony are constantly in my dreams, constantly yelling out for help or blaming me. And it was my fault, it was. You can sit there all you want and try to 'cheer me up' and say it wasn't. But it was. I didn't stand up, I didn't give the man my money, I didn't do anything but hide. And I killed them because of it.
But I've grown. I'm stronger now. I am who I am because of who they can't be anymore. They've inspired me to be the best I can be and to live life to the fullest.
Other: Vinnie wants to be in the movies when he grows up. Mostly, he wants to be an actor. But he'd also love to be a director.
Vinnie is bisexual. Most people know, but most people don't know that he's more into guys.
His favorite color is orange.
VIRGIN ALERT.
Vinnie has done drugs before.. but he never just does them on his own. He's probably the most easily peer pressured person ever cuz all you have to do is say "hey man try this its great" and he will.
He kinda drinks a lot more than he should.
Currently, his favorite song is "Same Love" by Macklemore.
He's fresh he's fly he's so damn... well no not high. Pie? Yea he likes pie.
Age: 17, born on May Second. He's a junior, wut wut.
Clubs/Sports: Newspaper, Debate, and Lacrosse.
Appearance: Vinnie is about five foot nine, and weighs just under a hundred and sixty pounds. Truthfully, he's kind of a stick. Not totally, thanks to lacrosse, but he's definitely not the guy to go looking for abs on. Cuz he certainly doesn't have them. He's not fat.. but he's not muscular. Just.. thin. His hair is a natural dark brown and a bit wavy; he likes to keep it at a medium length. When it gets to long, tho, he shaves it all off and starts over. He doesn't do trims. Ain't no body got time fo dat. Vinnie's eyes are his favorite facial feature: they're a brilliant blue and shaded beneath a dark brow which only makes them more fucking brilliant. Yeaaaa. Bitch. He's got a really wide smile and his teeth are damn near perfect thanks to four years of braces. You go, dental care. Makin' his smile all beautiful and whatnot.
Vinnie really doesn't have a style. He wears whatever. He's not a jock, he's not a goth, he's not a punk, he's not a prep, he's not a nerd. He's just.. Vinnie. Blue jeans and a white tee shirt are all he needs to get by. But hey, that might just be Monday. Tuesday he might be rockin' a neon wind breaker. And Wednesday he might come to school in a sweater vest and dress pants. YOU NEVER FUCKING KNOW. He's just that majestic.
Personality: Let's just put it out there: Vinnie is a fucking psychopath. He can be as sweet and gentle as a ladybug.. but more often than not, he's bouncing off the walls.
Hyperactive: Vinnie has a lot of energy. No one really knows where it come from and most people blame it on the narcotics.. but really, this kid is just constantly off the walls. He's a lunatic, really. Usually, its pretty funny. But it can get to the point where he's just damn annoying.
Funny: He's got a pretty great sense of humor. Growing up with a father who was a comedian probably did this to him. Vinnie has been around humor all his life, so its no less than expected that he's a funny brutha, right? Right. Go laugh with him. But bring a change of pants.
Childish: Vinnie doesn't want to grow up. He wants to stay young forever so he can act like an idiot all the time. He's way into video games, visiting the park, playing a little friendly game of basketball, you name it. Everything a regular teenage boy might do.. but he enjoys it on a bit of a different level.
Hard Working: Now I know Vinnie can really seem like a spastic, idiotic, lazy lump of flesh.. but he can actually get something done. If there's work that needs doing, he's gonna do it and do it right. Vinnie has a very detailed future planned in his mind and he knows that if he plans to get it, he has to work for it. So he does. He won't boast about it, but he is indeed a straight A student.
Creative: Vinnie sees the world as a story. Every time someone speaks to him, he takes note of it. The words they used, how they used them, how they stood while saying them. Just stepping out his front door and he's already starting a chapter to a new book. Every little detail, every little insignificant detail, is important to him. Anything that happens has potential for a great story.
Friendly: He'll never turn you away. Vinnie is not one to judge without reason, nor is he one to just not talk to you because others perceive you as 'weird'. He is more than willing to be anyone's friend. Partly because he sees everyone as a potential actor for a future movie.. but he'd never say that.
Background: You ever seen someone die? Like, have you ever physically with your eyeballs watched someone die? Just right there, right there in front of you, they're dying. There's nothing you can do but stand there and watch the life just float out of them like its nothing. You ever seen that? I have.
I grew up in Boston. I've got the accent to prove it. My buddies and I, me, Brian and Tony, we all lived in the same apartment building. Same floor, too. I had 21C, Tony was at 25C and Brian was at 26C. We were neighbors, best friends, and practically brothers. I don't even know how many sleepovers I had with them. Countless, man. Countless.
We lived in a pretty shady part of town, I'll tell you that. It was the kind of town where if you were out past nine, you were looking for a death sentence. If you were out past nine and didn't have a gun, that is. But really even if you did, you were good as dead. So knowing that.. I'll continue the story.
There was an alleyway along the side of our building. Two, actually. One on either side. But the south one was closed off and full of dumpsters.. nothing too fun there. The north alley tho.. that's where all the shit went down. That place was just a load full of fun. The fire escape ladders were always down, there were countless trash cans to climb on, there were five foot wells that you could climb down into.. it was fucking great. But I guess this is where I tell you the part you probably saw coming: one night, we stayed out a bit past nine.
But no really, it was ten o'clock. The three of us, all miraculously the same age, were only thirteen at the time. We thought we were cool. I remember that was about the first year I'd let my hair grow out.. so I probably thought I was the coolest of all of us.
We'd been sitting on the edge of a dumpster. It was a little dumpster.. I didn't know they made different sized dumpsters. But they did, cuz this one was tiny. And new.. cuz there wasn't a mark on it. But yea we were sitting on it drinking Coke. From a bottle. Like bosses. We'd lost track of the time and none of our parents were home. They'd all gone out together for a night in the city and had told me that Brian and Tony could sleep at my house. They'd done this before, it wasn't like this was the first time they'd trusted us. I wish it had been, though, because maybe they would've come home sooner to check on us. Maybe they would've caught us in the alley so late at night. Maybe they could've gotten to us in time.
It was about ten fifteen when a shadow crossed in front of the street light at the end of the alley. Instinctively, we all turned to see what it was. But it was gone. There was nothing standing in front of the light; it had moved so quickly. I remember Brian poking me and making "ooooooh" noises like a ghost because I was scared shitless. Tony was half asleep.. but only half. The shadow passed again. And this time it stayed.
"Dude look. Dude.. dude that's a person," Brian was jabbing me in the side, pointing with his other hand at the shadow man down the alley. I fucking knew it was a person. I could tell. One thing you'll find about me is that I'm probably the most easiest scared person ever. If something moves out of the corner of my eye, I automatically assume the worst. And that's what I was doing now. That's about when the shadow man started towards us.
About to pee my pants, I fell back into the dumpster to hide. I don't know why we didn't run.. I don't know why Brian and Tony didn't follow me into the dumpster. But they didn't. And the shadow man only got closer.
"Ooh hoo hoo, looks like we got a couple kids!" the shadow man's voice was still distant, but nearing. I was practically poking a hole through both Brian and Tony's backs trying to get them to come into the dumpster or run. But they didn't move. "Hey boys, didn't your parents ever tell you not to mess around in dark alleys?" Fuck. The voice was closer. "Yknow, there's some shaaaady people out here. Scary people, yknow?" He laughed. Fucking shit, he'd been right in front of us now. "How much money you kids got, huh?"
"Money?" Brian spoke up. "We don't have any money. We're only thirteen."
"That's no excuse, kid. And its the wrong answer."
There was a shot. Then another. Only after that was there silence as Brian's body fell back into the dumpster followed by Tony's. I tried so hard not to scream. I tried so hard to just sit still, my two best friend's dead bodies lying over me. It was cold now, I could feel the death leaking out of them. Then the shadow man's arm reached over the top of the dumpster and pulled the lid shut. I sat in darkness with Brian and Tony for what must've been the next two hours.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
On my fourteenth birthday, we moved to New York. I've had the worst night terrors since that night in the alley.. I still can't sleep without a nightlight. Brian and Tony are constantly in my dreams, constantly yelling out for help or blaming me. And it was my fault, it was. You can sit there all you want and try to 'cheer me up' and say it wasn't. But it was. I didn't stand up, I didn't give the man my money, I didn't do anything but hide. And I killed them because of it.
But I've grown. I'm stronger now. I am who I am because of who they can't be anymore. They've inspired me to be the best I can be and to live life to the fullest.
Other: Vinnie wants to be in the movies when he grows up. Mostly, he wants to be an actor. But he'd also love to be a director.
Vinnie is bisexual. Most people know, but most people don't know that he's more into guys.
His favorite color is orange.
VIRGIN ALERT.
Vinnie has done drugs before.. but he never just does them on his own. He's probably the most easily peer pressured person ever cuz all you have to do is say "hey man try this its great" and he will.
He kinda drinks a lot more than he should.
Currently, his favorite song is "Same Love" by Macklemore.
He's fresh he's fly he's so damn... well no not high. Pie? Yea he likes pie.
