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((Hehe yes please do And, well, nothing ... Hehe it's your vacation, so enjoy ))

[surreal adventure]

((*Goes to make guy.*))

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((Hehehehehe I'll be waiting for ya! ))

[surreal adventure]

Antonio Luigi Toccarre

{BASICS}
Username:JoyfulWolfSoul
Name: Antonio Luigi Toccarre
Nicknames: Anthony, Ant
Age: 19

{APPEARANCE}

Height:
Weight: Antonio weights about 157 pounds, mostly muscle.
Clothing Style: He definitely wears very European-styled clothing. He adds charm to everything he wears. He can be easily found in something like one of these outfits. He usually wears stuff like overcoats, sweaters, jeans, etc. He's well-groomed and decent.
Special Features: His thick Italian accent; sometimes you can barely understand him.
Body Modifications: One ear piercing, near the top part of it, but that's it. You can see it in the picture.

{RELATIONSHIPS}

Crush: He currently does not have a crush, but has seen many pretty girls. Impress him, perhaps?
Dating: He is single, at the moment.
Ex(es): He's had a few... None in this RP.
Best Friend: His best friend's name is Gianni, but he lives back in Italy.

{IN-DEPTH}

Theme Song(s): None, really. That would be weird.
Sexual Orientation: He's most definitely straight.
Random Fact: He thinks that yogurt is disgusting.
Personality: He is very sweet, and sentimental. He respects women tremendously, and feels that treating them wrong would be, well... Wrong. He loves to meet people from other areas, chat, and make friends. He is very social, and wants to improve his American accent. He is kind and smart, and loves to help and make others feel happy. When you really get to know him, be his buddy, he can be a smart Alec (teasingly, of course), and be a real great friend. He is loyal and a great listener. At first, he can be a bit shy and silent, and come across as the strong, silent type. He is quite the opposite once he warms up to you. He can be quite sarcastic, witty, and hilarious, with a good sense of humor. He is not perfect, but he does like to believe that someone, someday, will think he will; preferably a partner. (Might add more later, but I think I'm done.)
Fear: Getting rejected by a lover, death.
History: He has a pretty simple history. He was born and raised in Italy, but his birth parents, and graduated school with pretty good grades. He packed up and moved out of his parent's house after he turned 18, finding and renting an apartment. He had the occasional smoke every now and then, but quickly got over whatever that phase was. He won the trip to Spain, and here he is.

{OTHER}

Pets: He has a large, black dog named Venice, back home in Italy.
Family: All of his family are still living back in Italy.

[shay ;]

(NO SPAM! Go to PM if you want to chat, please don't KILL the theard.)

((Accepted, I will add you all to the list.))

[surreal adventure]

♦ • ♦Sebastian♦ • ♦

Sebastian nearly injured himself again as the cab driver slammed down on the brakes, reaching the hotel. "Thanks a lot." He muttered irritably, grabbing his wallet and- Hey, wait a minute; couldn't he use his card for other things, too? He DID have 800 dollars left... He put his wallet away, grabbing his card and handing it over; maybe this would work. The driver gave it an odd look, tried it, and it worked. He gave it back to Sebastian, grinning... Evilly, happily? He couldn't tell... "Creeper." Sebastian murmured, getting out of the cab and slamming the door behind him. It wasn't raining anymore, so he left his hood down, and rushing inside the small motel. He looked around, hoping to find GeGe. She wasn't anywhere in sight, so he headed towards the elevator, pressing the 'Up' button, and waiting to board it. It opened up, dinging, and released a few people. As soon as they had passed, Sebastian got on it and pressed the button with the number three on it, the doors immediately sliding shut. He could feel the small compartment moving up, and finally stepped out as he reached the third floor. The stench of smoke still lingered in the hallway's air, but he was getting used to it. He walked down the long corridor, finding his room, and grabbed his keys from his back pocket, his bought goods in his other hand, and opened the door, stepping inside.

Δитσиισ

Antonio's cab rode roughly over the highway road, going over bumps and weaving in and out of traffic wildly. He muttered something in Italian as the cab driver took a swig from a beer bottle. Wasn't that illegal here in Spain, too? Was there no civilization or manners here? This was just ridiculous! Antonio scowled, anxious on his arrival at the five-star resort. He couldn't help but be excited to be pampered and rest well in a large, and hopefully luxurious room... He sighed, tapping his fingers on the armrest that was attached to the cab door he was nearest to. Waiting. Waiting. Still waiting.. Finally, he saw some sort of hotel up ahead and grinned; this must be it! But when they got closer, Antonio saw it was some... Weird looking motel. This couldn't be right... Could it? Unfortunately, the cab driver stopped the little yellow car near the curb, waiting for the Italian guy to get out. Anthony frowned. "You have wrong address, yes?" He suggested, looking over the small building once more, then back at the driver nervously.

[sunflower.]

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mArIyA gRaCe ApRiL wIlKiNs

I continued walking in the rain, my coat drenched right through. My hair was cold and soppy, and it clung to my neck and face. The curls were still there. Believe me, nothing could straighten out my curls. I sighed hard and squealed with delight when I finally saw a small café. I walked inside and the smell of hot coffee made me feel at home. I looked out of the window after I took a seat at a small table, and saw a handsome-looking guy who struggled with something about his cab. I chuckled when I saw his expression, but turned serious again when I saw him looking at me. I pretended to browse through the café's menu, but every now-and-then I'd peek out of the window again.

[surreal adventure]

Δитσиισ

The driver shook his head, meaning Antonio was at the right place. Anthony cursed under his breath, in Italian, and grabbed his wallet out of his back pocket, handing over the required amount. He stepped out of the cab, lugging his baggage with him, and looked around, in the pouring rain. He half-ignored it, but it really made him shiver, as he had no hoodie or anything. He saw a cafe across the street, and caught the eye of a girl for a moment. She seemed to be looking at him, and he glanced at her, then turned and rushed across the parking lot, ducking his head from the rain. He reached the other side, glancing back at the cafe briefly, and wondering who that girl was. He walked inside the shabby looking place and saw on the inside it was warm and busy and crowded and all those things. He sighed, going up to the front counter and giving them his name, hoping dearly they would say he didn't have a reservation and/or he was at the wrong place.

[sunflower.]

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mArIyA gRaCe ApRiL wIlKiNs

I quickly looked down when the guy looked back at me. But when I looked at him again, he and his cab was gone. I sighed miserably. I thought that guy was really handsome. Somewhat more than Mikey Lee Jones. I shrugged, and smiled at the waitress who now stood beside my table. "Uhm, give me one Latté with froth, please?" She nodded and went back to looking out of the window. I wonder where he is now, I thought to myself, watching as the rain poured down, showing no mercy on the earth below.

[surreal adventure]

Δитσиισ

"Here you are." The woman behind the desk said, giving him his keys. Antonio nodded curtly, but was dying on the inside. He had won a trip to Spain. At a five-star resort. But this wasn't a five-star resort. He looked around, immediately overwhelmed. He sighed and pushed his way towards the elevator, nearly getting trampled by other crowds of people. He reached it, pressing the 'Up' button, and waited. It quickly opened up for him and he got in, among some other people, and pressed the button for the second floor. The doors closed and the elevator began traveling skyward. Or upwards, if you may. It dung, and stopped on the second floor first, his floor, because it was the closest to the first. He got off, and looked around. His room was B8... Hmm... He walked down the hallway, looking for it. This was so... Shabby. Nothing as amazing as Italy had...