Post by LEVI BLAKE CROSS on Jul 3, 2010 17:57:25 GMT -5
LEVI BLAKE CROSS
FULL NAME: levi blake cross
NICKNAMES: lebi
AGE: nineteen
PREFERENCE: straight
HOMETOWN: tampa, florida
CLASS STATUS: upper middle class
CURRENT STATUS: single
MEMBER GROUP: college
PLAY BY: alessandro de marco
FAVORITE FOOD?
"you're asking me to pick one? hmm... i really do like everything, but right now, there's a piece of pumpkin pie with my name on it."
ARE YOU A VIRGIN?
"hell no, i got rid of that BS as soon as possible."
FAVORITE COLOR?
"red."
HAVE YOU EVER EMBARRASSED YOURSELF?
"of course, loads of times. i once spent an entire week wanting to go die in a hole.
FAVORITE DRINK?
"anything alcoholic."
WHERE DO YOU SEE YOURSELF IN FIVE YEARS?
"i can't answer this honestly. if i told you that i see myself graduated from college, starting my career in whatever, with a steady girl friend, i'd be lying, and whatever else i may be, i'm not a liar. if i asked you this question, how would you answer? my parents want me to go to college "right fuckin' now", but i kind of want to take a year off so i can figure out where i wanna be in five years."
FAVORITE HOLIDAY?
"i like any holiday where there's no work or school, and i get stuff. but i like halloween a lot, too."
WHAT'S ONE THING MOST PEOPLE DON'T KNOW ABOUT YOU?
"i have asthma; it nearly killed me in fifth grade."
DO YOU PREFER THE NIGHT OR THE DAY?
"i think i like both equally."
NAME A FANTASY?
"zooey deschanel is hot."
"oh, and maria? i left a grocery list on the fridge. oh oh oh! wait, before i leave, could you make sure to feed truffles and clean her cage? don't forget to clean the house, too, it's filthy! also, i really need my weight set carried up to the attic." that was an impersonation of her father, of course, and a rather awful one at that. it was too high pitched to pass as her father's, let alone a man, voice. maria's father had actually left some time ago, but it was only now that reality had set in. she slid the top of her slender macintosh lap top closed, pouting like a five year old. this was awful, absolutely awful; why did her father have to be swamped at work while exams were going on? she could not do all this shit and study at the same time!
flour, eggs, milk, orange juice, chicken breasts, frozen broccoli and spinach, cucumber, assorted cheese, tuna, berries, almonds, dry roasted peanuts, earl gray tea, mustard, mayo, ketchup, celery, iceburg lettuce, bibb lettuce, ground sirloin, cream cheese, eggs, yogurt (was not specified), grapefruit. maria's eyes scanned the yellow post it notes stuck together sloppily. she was having trouble reading the scrawled handwriting of her father, but she could easily make out the first three words. flour, eggs, and milk are code for 'make your awesome crepes'. you know, this is a lot of shit. the least he could do is buy it for me— he can read his own handwriting, right? here she was at eighteen, a college student, and cooking for her father, which she didn't mind, honest, it’s just that when she thought about it, it sounded completely pathetic.
it was currently four twenty two and her father didn't get home until sixish, sometimes seven if he stopped to stay longer at the bar with his friends. he never told her if he was going to be late, he assumed she didn't care, which she didn't. however, that act was one of those things that estranged the pair from each other. alas, maria still didn't care. she had her duties to attend to— like doing her college stuff. she was an important person off to the important, busy, and irregular world of fashion design! a dreamy look glazed her eyes, and she quickly forgot the task at hand: open the door to the apartment and hail a taxi.
five minutes of sitting in the back of an awfully kept taxi, the blonde was ready to retire home already. no, no, no, not even half of the day's chores were done yet! the automatic doors of the less than sightly grocery store opened, revealing old people. how pleasant. maria had the ability to be sarcastic in her thoughts, no denying the girl's got talent! she glanced down at the "list" her dad had prepared, deciding it would be best to buy cold things last. that left room for... almonds, dry roasted peanuts, earl gray tea, mustard, mayo, and ketchup! what was first, you ask? the almonds and nuts of course! maria didn't like going by the order of the list, she liked getting stuff that closest, and sometimes glancing at the list. she should really have no need to even look at the list, it was the same stuff over and over again, you'd think she have it memorized by now.
feet thudding heavily against the floor, the blonde carelessly grabbed the almonds and peanuts, throwing them into the cart carelessly. the condiments were closer, she knew this from past experiences, so she headed up the aisle, towards the back of the store, and grabbed the ordered. now, as everyone knows, frozen items are usually at the back of a grocery store, which is where maria needed to go next. she needed milk, for the fucking crepes she almost wished she had never made for her dad, he seemed to like them too much now. maria's eyes lowered to the list, laughing inwardly at her father's awful handwriting. but what was she laughing at, it wasn't like hers was any better. unfortunately, her father had passed down the dyslexic gene to her- BASH.
shit! maria half squeaked, half yelped as she busted her ass. it wasn't the actual impact of the buggies hitting together, just the sudden surprise of being so stupid. she blinked, and then stared up, not wanting to look up into the old, angry, wrinkled face of some old person. she bit her red, bottom lip, ready to be frowned upon and possibly scolded until it came to her attention that she wasn't staring into the face of an old person. you're... not old. oh, no, no, no; this was a boy, a very attractive boy at that. i mean, uh, sorry... she offered lamely, stumbling over her words.
oh, maria, shut up! you've already made an idiot of yourself!
flour, eggs, milk, orange juice, chicken breasts, frozen broccoli and spinach, cucumber, assorted cheese, tuna, berries, almonds, dry roasted peanuts, earl gray tea, mustard, mayo, ketchup, celery, iceburg lettuce, bibb lettuce, ground sirloin, cream cheese, eggs, yogurt (was not specified), grapefruit. maria's eyes scanned the yellow post it notes stuck together sloppily. she was having trouble reading the scrawled handwriting of her father, but she could easily make out the first three words. flour, eggs, and milk are code for 'make your awesome crepes'. you know, this is a lot of shit. the least he could do is buy it for me— he can read his own handwriting, right? here she was at eighteen, a college student, and cooking for her father, which she didn't mind, honest, it’s just that when she thought about it, it sounded completely pathetic.
it was currently four twenty two and her father didn't get home until sixish, sometimes seven if he stopped to stay longer at the bar with his friends. he never told her if he was going to be late, he assumed she didn't care, which she didn't. however, that act was one of those things that estranged the pair from each other. alas, maria still didn't care. she had her duties to attend to— like doing her college stuff. she was an important person off to the important, busy, and irregular world of fashion design! a dreamy look glazed her eyes, and she quickly forgot the task at hand: open the door to the apartment and hail a taxi.
five minutes of sitting in the back of an awfully kept taxi, the blonde was ready to retire home already. no, no, no, not even half of the day's chores were done yet! the automatic doors of the less than sightly grocery store opened, revealing old people. how pleasant. maria had the ability to be sarcastic in her thoughts, no denying the girl's got talent! she glanced down at the "list" her dad had prepared, deciding it would be best to buy cold things last. that left room for... almonds, dry roasted peanuts, earl gray tea, mustard, mayo, and ketchup! what was first, you ask? the almonds and nuts of course! maria didn't like going by the order of the list, she liked getting stuff that closest, and sometimes glancing at the list. she should really have no need to even look at the list, it was the same stuff over and over again, you'd think she have it memorized by now.
feet thudding heavily against the floor, the blonde carelessly grabbed the almonds and peanuts, throwing them into the cart carelessly. the condiments were closer, she knew this from past experiences, so she headed up the aisle, towards the back of the store, and grabbed the ordered. now, as everyone knows, frozen items are usually at the back of a grocery store, which is where maria needed to go next. she needed milk, for the fucking crepes she almost wished she had never made for her dad, he seemed to like them too much now. maria's eyes lowered to the list, laughing inwardly at her father's awful handwriting. but what was she laughing at, it wasn't like hers was any better. unfortunately, her father had passed down the dyslexic gene to her- BASH.
shit! maria half squeaked, half yelped as she busted her ass. it wasn't the actual impact of the buggies hitting together, just the sudden surprise of being so stupid. she blinked, and then stared up, not wanting to look up into the old, angry, wrinkled face of some old person. she bit her red, bottom lip, ready to be frowned upon and possibly scolded until it came to her attention that she wasn't staring into the face of an old person. you're... not old. oh, no, no, no; this was a boy, a very attractive boy at that. i mean, uh, sorry... she offered lamely, stumbling over her words.
oh, maria, shut up! you've already made an idiot of yourself!
hey, it's misa and this gal has been at it for
2 years now. they are fourteen years old.
