:: Morning rang as Angelo Colasanto glanced over at his alarm and grumbled at it. He slapped it, knocking it off his table effectively. With that he sat up and gave up on trying to snooze for bit.. He had to be at church soon, then work after. He pulled himself from his bed, and got into his old 20's style pure Italian made
suit. With that done and his hair brushed out, he let his bangs hang over his eyes as always. Not like it mattered anyway, he couldn't see out of his right eye anyway. Upon a closer look to the man, you could tell by an obvious blood vessel had burst there.
He sighed as he wandered his house, and looked for his keys, he tended to lose those things way to often..
"Finalmente."
:: He muttered and headed out. His silver Ferrari awaited him. He smiled as he got into the beautiful car, and drove off to his favorite most frequented coffee house. He'd been going there for at least 3 months now. Time passed so quickly he'd forgotten. He had his own seat pretty much in the place, alone, away from everyone else. He entered the place with a soft jingle of the bell above his head. The sound made him smile as his senses were filled with that beautiful scent of delicious and amazingly made coffee. Angelo needed the wake up call. He shifted his way around to the order line, and waited. Below him his feet shuffled. His hands kept mainly to his pockets to hide his badly scarred hands, and his shakiness. He glanced around through his fallen stands of hair with a shiver. Finally getting his coffee, he took the hot cup and headed out to drive around, looking for a nice park to finish up his coffee in before heading to school::
:: John walked into the school slowly, he was bored, he was looking for something fun to hang out with, get to know, that whole thing. He grinned he pearly smile as he walked. His Jacket upturned. He glanced around seeing two people and approached them slowly. His eyes bright, he was a friendly guy, unless you got on his bad side.. ::