Mike Genette

"To die would be an awfully big adventure."

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a character in “A Different Life”, as played by By Starlight


"To die would be an awfully big adventure."


Full Name: Michael James Genette
Nickname: Mike
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Occupation: Bartender



Hair Color: Chocolate brown hair

Eye Color: Dark brown eyes

Height: 6'1"

Weight: 160lbs

Tattoos: None

Piercings: None

Scars: Many scattered across his body, an interesting story behind every one.

Character Color: #09B3A5

Description:He's pretty fit, somewhat muscular but still pretty lean, and he's very comfortable with his body. When it comes to what he wears, he usually likes to keep things classy, but also casual. He likes giving a good impression for his family, but also being comfortable enough to talk to anyone he'd like to. Mostly he has a distant look, like he's staring off somewhere daydreaming maybe. Since he likes to joke around, you'll often see him laughing or talking to someone. You see confidence in his walk, charm in his smile, effort in his hair, and class in his style. He usually wears v-necks, dark wash jeans, or a collared shirt and jacket, with them fancy pants. He's got a witt to his attitude toy can see by looking at him, and a relaxed cool that just his presence can spread. He's very friendly, and a bit touchy, so he may be standing too close to someone, or hugging them. He takes pride in his looks though, and will spend time on it. He's not a total slacker when it comes to personal hygiene.

For Better Or For Worse

{Playful, Flirty, Outgoing, Careless, Wild}
Easily Mike could be described as a bit wild. He's very fun loving and always looking for a good time. His childlike playfulness makes him a bit adorable, and his boyish smile helps him get away with a lot more than he should. Often he's found laughing, smiling, or just being his crazy self. Weird and random seem to fall hand in hand with outgoing and funny. He enjoys joking around with anyone and everyone he meets, being very friendly and talkative he's rarely shy or nervous. Basically anyone that came up to him he'd greet with open arms, feeling that there's always room for someone else in his life. He's all about living life to the fullest, and in the moment. Regret nothing, and don't spend all your time thinking about the future. Many people like his attitude, because he seems to give anyone he's around a break from reality because he's very impulsive and goes and does things on a whim. Parasailing? Today? Yeah, hop in the car we'll go now.
He's extremely adventurous, and daring, hating to back down from a challenge. Exploring and finding more is what he lives for, and you'd probably never see him with a book in hand. Traveling is a passion of his, and roughing it is never a problem. He has so many stories about everywhere he's been, and rarely he's found complaining. His quirky smile and bright eyes give away his eagerness for more than what he has. He's never really satisfied unless he feels like he's living to his potential. He can't stand relaxing for more than a day or two, because he finds himself useless and quite bored. Moving around is essential to him, finding that sitting still is slightly uncomfortable after awhile.
At first meeting, he may come off as a bit of a handful, and maybe even mysterious. You could ask him anything you wanted to know about him, and he probably couldn't give you a fully straight answer. Anything regarding his opinion is usually flimsy and he's easily swayed on this he doesn't care about too much like his favorite movie, song, season, or anything along those lines. When it comes to things like religion and politics he could careless about what's happening, knowing it probably won't end up individually affecting him. He easily gets along with almost anyone he meets, even if they have nothing in common his attitude usually attracts friendship. Though, sometimes his humor or lifestyle doesn't agree with people, and thats when thing can get awkward. As for males, he gets along very well, being the young boy at heart makes it easy to relate to other guys, loving things like sports, cars, and other stereotypical things boys like. For females, his playful flirtiness makes him easy to get along with as long as he knows what kind of girl he's talking to, and he's not stepping on anyone's toes, (a boyfriend or such.)
Going off on the female related aspects of his life, he enjoys the idea of being in love, but lacks any commitment value. He has countless one night stands, and occasional friends-with-benefits, but even then it doesn't last long. He finds long term commitment dangerous, knowing himself well he knows he doesn't like to stay anywhere for too long, and fears he'd hurt someone. He's a real sweetheart, and would probably make a lovely boyfriend if he tried to put effort into keeping a steady relationship. His loyalty stands out to many, because he'd easily do anything for those he cares about. He just lacks the want to do anything close to the idea of "settling down." He hates the idea of "growing up" and refuses to talk about the matter.
Being careless and reckless has a price, and sometimes it costs him the people he cares about. To some others, his daily lifestyle and habits are dangerous and eventually it gets old. He doesn't agree with that at all, and is easily offended when other criticize him. If anyone were to bring up the fact that he should probably change his ways, he'd quickly try to avoid the conversation, or flat out say he wasn't interested in doing things differently. When persisted with the idea, he becomes frustrated, and will probably leave. He never really has any outbursts of anger, and one would only occur if he wasn't able to get some air or space.
Some may wonder, what's so bad about not wanting to fully grow up? But it's a little more complicated. You could say Mike is an adrenaline junkie, he loves a rush, and swears it's the only thing that makes him feel alive. Without that, he might as well be dead. He's a daredevil at heart, and would never feel in place anywhere but taking risks. Life threatening experiences send a jolt through his body like nothing else, and he feels like the very situation makes him feel good. It makes him realize that he could've died, and he's so happy just to be living. What's wrong with that? Those who love him sometimes worry that he'll be injured or worse, die. He tells them you can't spend your life worrying because you'll miss out, and that's his idea of living. He accepts other's lifestyles, and they should try to be understanding of his. So maybe sometimes he gets a little out of hand, like when he takes many bus, train, and taxi rides until he ends up lost and sleeping in a field, but along the way he meets interesting people and learns new things.
Maybe he's crazy, but he wouldn't have it any other way.


Driving to random places

Being forgetful
Being late
Pacing or switching positions often (he dislikes sitting still)

Enjoys peach snapple.
Also allergic to cats (the root of his dislike).
Loves grape popsicles.
Randomly wanders or paces when bored, even at odd times.
Sees a dirty or sexual reference in practically everything.
Is extremely ticklish on his lower back, only on the left side.
Can quote almost any movie or TV show.
Likes to hide out in weird places (closets, under the bed or table, in a tree, etc.)
Can’t pour anything without spilling a little.

~Fast paced things
~Base jumping /bungee jumping
~Flying planes
~Horror movies
~Energy drinks
~The ocean
~Learning (from experience)
~Art (though he isn't creative)
~Funny people

~Being told to grow up
~Business jobs
~Suit and ties (he doesn't mind the occasional tuxedo though)
~Sitting still
~Unreasonably rude people
~Snobby people
~Most vegetables
~Having a dress code

Stuff You Shouldn't know...

Strengths and Weaknesses

Character Skills/Talents:
  • Making friends
  • Finding things to do
  • Knowing a lot of useless trivia
  • Telling stories

Character Flaws/Weaknesses:
  • Making important decisions
  • Planning things
  • Being very serious for long periods of time
  • Anything art related

(Describe who of the group knows this secret and who doesn't as well as to why. (If you don't know, you can wait))
~He's an adrenaline junkie, but finds that every risk he takes the next one has to be a little more dangerous or he doesn't feel as satisfied. It's like a drug addiction, but more psychological. He enjoys near-death experiences and fears he won't ever grow out of this until it's too late.
~He's very in love with Danielle but doesn't really know it.. Or at least tells himself he doesn't.

Being an average business-like man.
Never being in "true love".
Not doing everything he wants to before he dies
Walking on icy ponds

Looking Back At The Years...

Birthday: April 17th

It was the summer when Mike's parents met, when his father a senior in college, his mother a junior. He was studying to be an architect, her to be a journalist. His mother was an intelligent, beautiful shy girl who spent a lot of her time in the library or starbucks, reading and researching. His father was a gentleman, somewhat mysterious but interesting nonetheless. The dated for awhile, and made things work for each other, and once they'd both finished up college they bought an apartment together. They both were hard workers, both just starting at the bottom of the ladder with their jobs. Two years later they had their first child, Samuel. They lived in the apartment another two years before having their second child, Michael (jr), and buying a house in the suburbs. A year later they had their third child, Kendra. Somewhere along the way Mike was a bit robbed of any attention. Lost in the middle, he'd only been the baby of the family for a year, and even then his mother had been pregnant with his sister. As the three grew up, the family was average middle class. They didn't get the latest and greatest things that constantly came out and updated, but they survived and were very lucky. Their clothes were always in style and all three had friends. Their father was a hard worker, and spent most of his time at the office. Out of the three, Mike was the most dependant on his father. His mother spent most of her time with Kendra, always wanting a daughter, and Sam was playing sports from the moment his friends had a pick up game until his mother called him in because it was too dark. Sam was a natural at making friends, and Kendra's adorableness got her wherever she wanted. Even as they grew older, Kendra had fell in as Sam had, gaining some popularity, if you call it that at that age. While Mike always seemed a little more independant. Mike enjoyed sports too, but didn't have as many friends as Sam. Sometimes he'd try to join Sam and his friends, but in Sam's eyes he was the annoying little brother. Mostly Mike waited for his father to have time for him... Which he rarely did.
By middle school, the three never seemed to get along, Sam hanging out with his friends constantly and Kendra being a bratty little girl. Mike preferred to sit outside and watch the world around him. He did have friends, but sometimes preferred just to be alone. That is, until he talked to the neighbor girl. Emily began talking to him one day, and ever since they became inseparable. The two spent their time playing in their backyards, since she was the next door neighbor. She was a bit of a good girl, but was entertained by Mike's quirky class clown act as a child. He liked to do funny things to impress her. She never really became friends with Kendra, because Kendra was a bit of a selfish child who didn't like to share anything.
All throughout middle school Mike got in trouble. Mostly for talking, joking, and goofing off, but occasionally from breaking rules. His parents always brushed it off, and it wasn't until the summer before high school he really started to act out. His rebellion phase began and from there on his parents found him frustrating. For a long time they tried to push it away or ignore it, mostly because punishment seemed to do nothing.
At the same time, Sam strode in athletics though his academics struggled a bit. He enjoyed partying with his friends, and getting drunk. His parents helplessly tried to help him stay away from alcohol and pushed him to make good choices, in hopes he'd get a scholarship. This again put Mike's issue on hold. With Kendra, who constantly seemed to have a new love interest every week, and a "life crisis" Mike seemed to fade into the shadows.
This never bothered him though.
By high school, Mike was leaving the house to go on "adventures" and meeting new people and going new places, and getting himself lost. He usually wound up sleeping in fields, but he always made it back home. Usually his parents would greet him, "Oh how was your sleepover?". Which he'd come up with a sarcastic remark for. When Sam had left for college, it gave Mike and his sister a little more room around the house, and a little more focus. But not much. Kendra rebelled as normal teenage girls often too, fighting with her mother about clothing, piercings, friends, and boys. Their mother had been promoted to a higher paying, but much more work with her writing and she often staying on her lap top at all times even when she was home. Their father began laying out a few skyrise buildings needing to be built, so work was a first priority.
Mike's high school friend group was interesting considering his acts, none of his friends were quite like him. His best friend would always be Emily, but around high school having a bestfriend that was a girl was a little difficult because of rumors and raging hormones. The two were always close, but Mike met his best guy friend as a Sophomore in high school. He and Marcus were odd friends, because Marcus was very serious and Mike constantly goofed off. It was a balance though, because Mike could always bring a smile to his friends face, and Marcus seemed to keep Mike in check. Also Mike's random adventures always interested Marcus because he seemed constantly bored with life.
Mike befriended Danielle in high school as well, they'd both taken an art class together. He knew she was one of Emily's friends, so he'd talked to her. They sat side by side, but Mike soon realized she was an amazing artist, and well he kind of sucked. He loved creativity, and found her artwork fascinating. They became pretty close, and even as they grew closer he realized how talented she was musically as well. She was one of his best friends, and though they flirted a lot he never considered it more than that. He wasn't one for relationships.
During his senior year he met Christy, the obnoxious flirtatious girl. instantly they connected and he and her became great friends. They were party goers, and constantly running into each other. But of course they were flirty together as well, but neither did anything more given both of their reputations. Christy had joined the girls group through Maggie, a popular social butterfly type who was a bit over dramatic. Mike had talked to her a few times, but she was somewhat shy around him though he'd always assumed it was because she didn't know him well. She was always a friend of Emily's of course, and he often saw her during sleepovers at Emily's house, when they'd sneak over to hang out with him and Marcus.
It was the senior prom when Mike really knew Maggie. They'd won king and queen, and shared the standard king and queen's dance. They both sort of abandoned their dates... And continued to dance the rest of the night along with their mutual friends. During senior week they'd all taken a trip together, and on the last day Mike sat on a life guard stand at the beach. Maggie came up, and sat with him. A bit spontaneously, Mike did something he'd always wanted to. He kissed Maggie. She was shocked though, and moments after their other friends joined them. The rest of the summer was somewhat awkward, they were sort of an item but never really defined it. Mike wasn't really good at figuring those things out, and mainly he didn't know what he wanted. He cared for Maggie, and didn't want to hurt her. He kept her as a casual friend, flirting a bit and the very occasional hooking up. Mainly by the time he figured out he loved her she was leaving him.
It was around two in the morning on a friday night, he and her were hanging out. Both of them were hungry, so they went to a small convenient store that everyone was quite familiar with. They'd both gone in, and Maggie had picked out all of his favorite chips, candy etc, and some of hers. She was paying at the register, and Mike had been looking around the aisles still. There was a moment when they caught each other's eyes, Maggie tucked a piece of her blonde hair behind her ear, and smiled slowly at him. She then turned back, giving the man the money. But that was the moment Mike knew he was in love with her. That day was also two days away from her moving an hour away. He never told her this, or even that he loved her at all. It was the first relationship he hadn't been completely physical in, and he hadn't minded at all. Again, his feelings were mixed at what to do, and he rarely spoke to her when she moved, assuming she'd have a lot to do.
Either way, they were never able to really talk since she left to become a nurse. Mike, Christy, and Danielle were a few that stayed in town, and Mike began crushing on Dani instead.
Throughout high school Mike had kept up his rebellious act, and constantly did things to bother his parents. Torn between work and their kids, they did what they thought was good enough. Mainly they were a little crazy and not very good parents to begin with. Which is why when he turned 18 and began skydiving, base jumping, ect they despised his hobbies, and constantly tried to talk him out of them. Basically after a long argument, Mike would point out that they were absent from most of his life, and they didn't get to just step in now. It ended up worse, and he bought his own apartment and moved out. They told him they weren't going to pay for college. He told them he didn't care. Eventually one day, he was very sick/injured from a recent "adventure" and his parents insisted to take him to the doctor. His parents called him later in the week, saying he had a fatal wound, and he probably wouldn't live past another two years. Shocked and unable to comprehend what to do, he decided that he needed to live his life to the even more fullest. He planned more extravagent advenutres and risks, which was the opposite of his parents "plan." See, there was no fatal damage, they lied in hopes he'd come home and grow close to the family. They'd mentioned him cutting back and moving back in, which led to another large arguement. He cut off all contact with anyone from his family, and they haven't spoken since. He is not aware that he's actually completely healthy.
After high school, Mike became a bartender. Christy needing a job, he pulled some strings and got her a job as a waitress at the place he worked. Soon he heard Danielle was looking for work as a bartender, so he told her about an opening at the bar he worked at. They had a few shifts together, and Christy would always joke about Mike liking her more than what he said. As the friends all grew apart, Christy and Mike remained pretty close, but Danielle was a bit more reserved especially about her love life, and Mike found himself wondering if he actually had feelings for her. Either way Danielle was oblivious to any attraction Mike had towards her. He was mostly on and off about it, sleeping around to get his mind off of her, but whenever he was around his heart seemed to melt. They didn't have many shifts together though, and the group only hung out occasionally. He didn't really know how he and Christy started their own thing. It was after a drunken night, and probably a walk to whoever's apartment was nearest. Christy's was, and she invited him to spend the night. Mike was pretty weak when it came to women, and Christy always got what she wanted. After sleeping together, Christy always made the most fabulous of breakfasts, and the amazing sex and awesome breakfast is what kept him coming back to his best girl friend. This started a month before the lottery ticket and trip to Italy.
Back with Danielle in his life because of all that, he didn't really know what to do. Usually he spent his free days with Marcus entertaining his best friend in any way he could. But his goal was to find love, and Danielle seemed like his only option. Christy had always told him she wanted nothing more from their relationship, and hadn't really planned to continue hooking up. Mike himself agreed, knowing Christy and him could never really be in a relationship because they were both too similar. He decided to introduce Christy and Marcus more, since they'd already known each other but not more than the occasional time they both hung out with Mike. Which, brings us to the present. Mike's going to Italy with his best friends.

Family Tree
Father, Michael
Mother, Tiffany
Sister, Kendra
Brother, Sam

Anything else: Anything that doesn't fit the above information


(Describe relations with other characters. If you don't know you may add this once all characters are in.)

Password: daebak
How often can you get online? Everyday
How often can we expect you to be able to post?: Twice a day/Everyday/Every other day

So begins...

Mike Genette's Story


Characters Present

Character Portrait: Mike Genette Character Portrait: Jayson Goldsworthy Character Portrait: Emily Rose White Character Portrait: Danielle Woods Character Portrait: Augustus Lavara Character Portrait: Alessia Carla Mariotti Character Portrait: Marcus Giovanni Moretti Character Portrait: Ashlyn Winters Character Portrait: Maggie Mae Archer Character Portrait: Luca Dante Mariotti Character Portrait: Christy Nelson Character Portrait: Julian Savano Character Portrait: Nikolas Matteo Belmonte

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As soon as Emily opened her eyes, she pinched herself again trying to figure out if she had dreamed everything that had happened to her for the last month. She remembered getting up early and, as always, getting ready for school doing her regular morning routine when she had exams. She tried being quiet as her roommate was still asleep, while looking for something to wear, she decided to dress comfortably, instead of heels some flats. She bought herself a coffee from Starbucks and she bought a doughnut at the cafeteria that she worked in. She had already memorized the whole content but she couldn't be at ease, not if she wanted to keep up with her scholarship, so instead she kept studying while she waited for the test to start.

As usual, as she and her friends made the tradition, they had bought another bunch of lottery tickets. She had kept some of the tickets with her as she had been one of the first who came with the idea and even though it was impossible she thought that maybe one day they would hit it big. Of course, some of her friends were not as optimistic and considered the whole thing as their private joke, which at times Emily did too, but that didn't stop them from buying tickets. All of them had different lives, that much was obvious, and there were times where they had grown somewhat apart. Yes, it was true that their friendship would always stay strong, but that didn't mean that life had gotten in the way.

All problems seemed to disappear as Emily connected the dots, more like the numbers. She was just about to take her final on advanced physics when she decided to check the lottery numbers, as a lucky charm, she read the numbers on her telephone screen and read them out loud. One by one, the numbers matched the ones in the ticket. In shock and unable to contain herself she got up screaming like a madwoman, tears of joy overflowing and a smile that she couldn't contain. She called the girls immediately each and everyone, not willing to tell them on the phone as maybe they wouldn't believed her, though she would never lie especially not about something as important. At the end she told the girls, still in tears, still hoping that their promise of traveling around the world remained intact as when they first made it.

- 1 Month Later -

Emily woke up from her daydream of what had happened just a month before and still couldn't believe that they had gone to Italy, Verona, everything was just like a dream come true. It had always been a dream of Emily's to travel somewhere else than a 3-4 hours drive from home, and now that she was here she only wished that she and her sister would have won the lottery sooner. "We are really here!" she said excitedly to the girls with a big smile. They had just gotten out of the cab as they arrived to the hotel, "La Rosa sul fiume Hotel". In one of the cabs there was Mike, Marcus, Christy & Maggie, while Emily, Danielle, Ashlyn & Jayson had taken another cab. They had all agreed to meet up at the hotel to leave all their luggage and then eat something, but neither the guys or the remaining girls were nowhere to be found.

"Where are u?! We're already at the hotel" Emily texted Mike before she turned her eyes away to see the hotel once again. The pictures of the hotel on her cellphone did not even by the slightest compared to what she could see, everywhere she turned her eyes there was a lot of green from the garden to the beautiful flowers that surrounded everywhere she turned her eyes to, it all seemed very... 'romantic' on Emily's eyes.


Marcus tagged along when Mike invited him to Italy, he had saved enough money as he planned to buy a new car but at the end going on a trip seemed much better. Besides, he was comfortable around with most of the girls, he knew Emily well through Mike, and he had talked a couple times with Christine. He had just finished a photo shoot and the new movie project he had would not start until months later so he had free time. He had barely told his parents about his plans on leaving for Italy on vacations when he left with Mike and the girls, after all he didn't want to bring his younger sister and didn't want them to worry themselves unnecessarily.

Marcus didn't say a word on the way to the hotel, he kept starring outside his window out in the city. 'so this is where she lived?' he wondered remembering his mother. It wasn't until he noticed that they had already taken more than fifty minutes on the cab, being the cautious person that he was he knew before they had arrived that the hotel was no longer than 30 minutes from the airport. They were all crammed up in the cab, and he was sitting too close next to Christy, Maggie on her left, and Mike was at the other side of the door. He didn't say anything, so instead he talked to the cab driver.

He made a cough-like-noise trying to make himself noticed, "Excuse me? Are you sure this is the way to the hotel?" but the man kept on driving ignoring his every words or simply not understanding a thing he was saying. "si" the man said in Italian with a whole bunch of words that Marcus did not seem to understand whatsoever."La Rosa sul fiume? Marcus asked again, the man smiled and kept on driving. Everyone unaware for the moment that the cab driver was driving the longest way in an attempt to charge them more.


Characters Present

Character Portrait: Mike Genette Character Portrait: Marcus Giovanni Moretti Character Portrait: Maggie Mae Archer Character Portrait: Christy Nelson

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#, as written by Jynxii

When Maggie found out about her new fortune she was shocked, like all the other girls... but unlike some, she was determined to be a whole new version of herself. She would no longer be the scrub-wearing, messy-bun nurse. Whoa, no. She would be the beautiful, stylish, and free billionaire. Her first instinct was to get a thousand one dollar bills and swim in a bed of cash, but she resisted. With a little gentle convincing from Dani, she restrained herself and settled for a day at the spa. It was agonizing for her to wait four weeks, and the days drug by. As Dani had said, she refrained from telling anyone at work about her new funds and remained in her mundane routine. It was torture. Then, the day finally came.

The re-reunion with the sisterhood was wonderful. She had really missed them. It was when he walked up, coming back from grabbing a drink at one of the many airport restaurants, that her world stopped. Mike looked so mellow. He always looked so mellow. Memories from three years ago flashed through her mind, locking up her heart and twisting her insides. Was he coming on the trip with them? He had his backpack slung nonchalantly over his shoulder. Yes. He was going to be going to Italy with them. With her. Could her luck get any better? And then, the world started moving again. He finished walking up to the group and grinned over at Danielle, totally consumed by her quiet beauty. He didn't even notice her. It was like high school all over again. "Hey stranger," she chirped, throwing her winning smile. She got a small nod a light, friendly wave, and a 'Oh, hey Mags!' It was like he had grabbed a fish and slapped her with it. She opted to sit next to Christy on the flight, miserable and excited all at the same time.

It was on the flight over that Mags was filled in on the last three years, and exactly what her high school sweetheart had been up to. Christy-- was pretty much what he had been up. She would have been mad, but Christy was her best friend and after all-- it had been years since she'd seen him. She decided to laugh it off, and pretend she didn't care, but Christy would know better. After all, sometimes Maggie thought she knew her more than she knew herself.

Once they landed the group was split up, a necessity given the number of people they had. Maggie waved off Emily and the others and piled into the cab with Christy and the boys. Under any other circumstances, it would have been her lucky day to get put in the group with Mike... but now that she was up to speed; to made her stomach turn over. That didn't last long. The city of Verona had taken her broken heart and swept it up, and tossed the pieces to the wind. Like a seesaw, Maggie was on an up again, and was soaring along with her hopes and dreams for the trip. "Isn't it beautiful, Christy?" She nearly plastered herself against the cab window, leaning over whoever was in her way. "It's official-- I'm moving here. Live with me, Christy?" She flashed a grin over at her best friend, knowing that she wasn't serious. Now that she was rich; she'd never have to live anywhere ever again. She could live everywhere! The world would be her backyard. Her blue hues were alight with all the possibilities that the beautiful city flashing by her had to offer.

It was some time into the cab ride that she had lost her enthusiasm again, and was beginning to dip down again. "How much longer? For Christ's sake, how far away is this fucking hotel?" She had snapped. She crawled over to the front of the cab and slammed her fist against the metal grating that separated [luckily] her from the driver. "Excuse me? Are you sure this is the way to the hotel?" Marcus asked from the back. Maggie huffed and slammed back down into a seat, fuming. Bless you, Marcus, bless you and your infinite patience, she thought to herself with a sigh. "Si." "For fucks sake..." "La Rosa sul fiume?" "That's it. PULL OVER. Let me the hell out of this cab. NOW," her top was blown. She slammed her palm into the grate to put emphasis onto her words. The cabbie started stumbling on about something in Italian, which only made her ever more irritated. "Someone tell him to pull over, or so help me God," she growled, unbuckling her belt again.

The cab came to a sudden halt and Maggie climbed over everyone to be the first to get out, taking a deep breath of air. The cabbie was raging in Italian now, gesturing to her and then the road. Maggie rolled her eyes and sighed deeply, her lungs instantly filled with the smell of fresh pastries. "C'mon, guys. Let's just fucking walk to the hotel. It's a beautiful day; we can't be that far we've been in that cab for God-knows-how-long! Please? Christy?" Her blue puppy dog hues went to her best friend, begging her to join her side despite the bitchfit she was throwing. So, maybe she was a bit of a princess sometimes but... well-- she was a billionaire. If she wanted to walk to the hotel; she'd walk to the hotel or pay a private plane to land in the street and take her there. A small smile tugged at her lips, willing Christy to join her in her daring decision. "Adventure is out there!"


Characters Present

Character Portrait: Mike Genette Character Portrait: Marcus Giovanni Moretti Character Portrait: Maggie Mae Archer Character Portrait: Christy Nelson

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❝We should all start to live before we get too old.❞ ~ Marilyn Monroe

It was the last time. At least, that's what they'd agreed the morning of their flight to Italy. They both seemed to have a habit of say that though, both knowing the other's weaknesses made it hard to stop. Feeling wanted was sweeter than the taste of each other's lips. It seemed to always hurt more than it helped, if it helped anything at all. It's often just enough to be with someone. Not even needing to touch them. Not even talk. A feeling passes between both. They're not alone. And that was very powerful for the two who'd yet to feel a love that lasted. The morning was how it'd always been, Christy made breakfast and Mike watched her move back and forth around her apartment's kitchen. He relaxed at the table, and stayed quiet. There was always a beauty or elegance in the way the blonde moved, her subtle shifts and tilts of her long legs or curving her body into a new position. The usually talkative boy often found himself in awe of the beautiful creature he called one of his best friends. Though he cared for her deeply, their relationship consisted of lust and close friendship. Romance wasn't in the mix, and they both knew this.
Christy slid a plate across the table filled with pancakes, bacon, eggs, toast, and potatoes. Mike's eyes lit up, and her looked up at her with his classically charming smile.
"You know a way to a mans heart," he commented, and began to eat. She sat across from him, doing the same.
Both had already packed everything the night before, and Mike had spent the night after bringing his things over. They had a little less than an hour to get to the airport, giving them both time to get ready. After eating Mike took a shower, and Christy blow dried and styled her hair after taking her shower before he had. She'd picked out one of her favorite outfits to wear, on top of that it was one of Mike's favorite colors. It was a cute dress, with a matching Kate Spade purse, and brown gucci pumps to match her belt. The outfit came together nicely, and she began doing her make up as Mike returned from the bathroom. He was wearing an outfit that seemed to correspond with Christy's, and she sent him an intrigued look of amusement that he'd picked something so similar. He simply smiled slyly with a shrug, and they both laughed.
At the airport there was a bit of a quick reunion, the two met up with their friends. Some they'd seen a week before, others years. There were hugs and kisses distributed, and many stories mentioned. The plane ride held most of the catching up, and many hours gave the friends time to talk. Mike spent most of his time talking to Marcus, who he'd seen somewhat recently, but he and his best friend could talk for awhile without getting bored. Christy the same, with her friend Maggie. The two gossiped and chatted about normal girl things, boys, clothes, and whatnot. It was sometime on the plane when Mike had gotten up that Christy confessed her hooking up with him. Mags laughed it off of course, but Christy could tell there was a hint of something else. Jealousy? She couldn't figure it out exactly, but she knew the fling bothered Maggie slightly. Christy had remembered that Maggie and Mike had a summer romance once in highschool, but it'd never occur to her Mags wouldn't be over it by now.

When the flight landed Christy still couldn't believe she'd been waiting tables a week ago. It was a sudden change, even when she knew she didn't need to work a minimum wage job ever again, the last few days of her job were normal. Mike bartending, her taking orders. As she stretched out her muscles, she couldn't help but let it sink in that she was done with all of it. Her legs still felt a bit numb from sitting in the same position, but she let the voice of her still excited best friend distract her attention.

Mike and Marcus continued to joke together, though from just a glance it'd seem as if Mike was trying to get a giggle out of an unhappy child. Marcus always seemed to look serious, but every now and then a small smile would slide by. The boys talked with a few of the other girls, Mike casually trying to talk to Danielle. She always seemed so perfect to him. She attracted his attention and pulled others around her closer, and left everyone hanging on her every word. At least in his mind. They were good friends of course, but in his eyes she'd always be his "what if" girl.
Mike, Christy, Marc, and Mags all squished into the back of a cab, and began to drive what seemed like for hours. The sites were beautiful to look at, but after awhile the group grew restless. Maggie glued her eyes to the window, Mike doing the same, but occasionally talking with Marcus. After a while his mind took him to daydreaming about the adventures he'd have in this new country. Christy giggled along with Maggie's dreams about living in Italy, knowing she'd change her mind with every new place they traveled to. She hadn't really been paying attention to the cab driver at all until Marcus and Maggie began talking to the driver. She wasn't listening close enough to him speak to tell what'd he'd said in Italian, until Maggie started threatening to get out of the cab.

He was mumbling something about crazy american tourists, which made Christy frown. Asshole. She thought. She gesticulated for the words in Italian to stop the car, "A-...Accosta!" she exclaimed, forcing the cab driver to slam on the breaks. Maggie jumped out of the car in a spontaneous leap. Christy watched the driver began to rant, only picking up half the words he was saying because of his speed. Crazy... you... american... blonde... car... hotel... bitch... traffic... She gave up, considering he was ranting to himself from the sound of it.
"C'mon, guys. Let's just fucking walk to the hotel. It's a beautiful day; we can't be that far we've been in that cab for God-knows-how-long! Please? Christy?" the blonde girl pleaded, her face pouting a bit trying to will the three in the cab to get out.

Mike leaned over Marcus and Christy to speak more out of the door, "I say we go for it..." he suggested, "your Italian is good enough, Christy," he mentioned. She was still hesitant, and looked to Marcus for some kind of help. But from the situation, if the two crazies of the four wanted to do something they'd probably end up having to do it.

"Adventure is out there!" Mags exclaimed, trying to convince her to go for it. Christy sighed, but resentfully agreed. She slunk out of the cab, the boys following behind her. The cab driver seemed incredibly confused, and cursed a few more times in Italian before asking them what they were doing.
She thought of what to say to him, "Grazie..." she began, "ma non ci serve il vostro servizio." she tried to explain. He wasn't to happy, considering none of them made any effort to pay him.
Mike lifted up his phone, seeing that he had a text from Emily. "Hmm.. Looks like they've been at the hotel for awhile."
With that Christy realized the driver had tried to con them into giving him more money. So when they took their bags and the man held out his hand and expected one of them to pay, she stepped forward and spoke. "Tu ci truffati. Non stiamo pagando te, stronzo." she stated, acusing him and telling him they weren't going to pay him. At this he became angry, but the blonde girl shrugged and began to walk off. Laughing a bit, knowing whatever Christy said was probably rude and well deserved, Mike followed with her.


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Character Portrait: Mike Genette Character Portrait: Marcus Giovanni Moretti Character Portrait: Maggie Mae Archer Character Portrait: Christy Nelson

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Marcus didn't say anything while Maggie did her little tantrum, he was also annoyed at the incompetence of the driver so he let her bent her anger out as she always did. It wasn't until Maggie unbuckled her seat-belt and was about to jump out of the freaking moving cab that he also ordered the cab driver to stop, but it didn't stop until Christy yelled "A-...Accosta!". The cab came to a stop and Marcus could already hear the traffic go insane at the unexpected and sudden stop. Maggie managed to get out first, and once she was out, she told everyone that they should take a walk. The cab driver cursing and mumbling things that Marcus couldn't quite understand, even though his mother emigrated from Italy and he was half Italian, Marcus Italian was close to non existent, 'I guess I should have listened to my mother when she wanted to teach me some Italian'.

"I say we go for it... " Marcus said before he turned to Christy, "your Italian is good enough, Christy," meanwhile she starred at Marcus looking for some kind of help. "Adventure is out there!" Maggie exclaimed and soon after Christy followed. Marcus inevitably followed too and hurried to grab the girls bags, knowing that their luggage would be anything but light, he gave a stare to Mike and he helped him too. He saw Mike and Christy following after Maggie, and then he turned his eyes to the cab driver now furious and curing at the top of his lungs. Marcus let out a sigh and quickly moved up to the driver's window and seeing how he had opened it to curse at them freely he grabbed his wallet paying him with Euros. He had payed him merely what he thought was fair, the exact money that he would have payed had he drove them straight to the hotel "take your fucking money and leave" he said furious realizing that he had tried to con them into giving him more money. Without saying anything the driver finally drove away and Marcus grabbed the bags again catching up with the group.

Marcus didn't say anything at first, he couldn't help but to feel annoyed at what just had happened. It was then when he remembered the rest of the group was waiting for them and he remembered hearing Mike's cell ring and he knew that it was no other than Emily. He reached for his phone and called her, "We'll take some time to get back to the hotel, something came up.... we'll meet you later." he said a bit annoyed and coldly before hanging up. As soon as he hanged up he grabbed the girl's bags, "since we're already on our way, we might as well get something to eat." he finally said eyeing a small restaurant that was nearby.

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At the mention of food, Maggie's eyes lit up. Now that she thought about it, she was nearly starving! Maybe that was why she was being so moody. She smiled to herself as she turned to help Marcus with her luggage. She was being moody because she was, well, moody. Not because she was hungry, but it made it sound better if she had that to blame it on. "Food sounds great, I'm starved," she sighed as she swatted Marcus away from her bag and insisted on lugging it herself. The zebra print suitcase had wheels, after all, so she could manage it easy enough. She hadn't seen a need to pack very heavily, after all- what was there that she couldn't just buy here, or anywhere for that matter. With a grin she laced her elbow with Christy's. "Seeing as you're the only one who can understand...anything being said around here, you're sticking with me," she grinned, glancing over her shoulder at the guys as she tugged her suitcase and Christy towards the lovely restaurant that Marcus had picked out.

The outside was a lovely burnt red color, with an adorable chalkboard sitting outside to display the day's specials. Of course, it was all in Italian, but the word 'Cafe`' sprawled in big cursive letters told her that Marcus was right- it was a restaurant. The idea of accidentally walking into someone's house, assuming it was a place to eat, briefly crossed her mind and caused her to laugh a little as they were greeted by the hostess. "How many?" She spoke English! Oh, praise be! "Four, please," Maggie responded, glancing to Christy with a smile. "You'll still read the menu to me, right?" It wasn't long before the group was sat at a table inside, and Maggie couldn't help but admire the beautiful brick work of the walls. Isn't this just beautiful? Gosh, I could just live here. I'm telling you, Christy, we're moving here. It's going to happen," she said as she searched over the menu which was, luckily, also in English. "We have to be near the hotel," Maggie decided, tilting her menu down to glance at Marcus and Mike whom sat across from her and Christy. " I mean, why else would the menus be in English?"

A natural blonde, through and through. It would never accur to Maggie that English was a common second tongue for Italians, and most people around the world. In fact, since tourism is one of Italy's highest forms of income, most businesses have an English option everywhere from restaurants to the metro. Sheltered and oblivious, Maggie continued to delight in her English-subtitled menu. "Well, I'm getting the po-low all gone-zall-us..."

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❝There is no exquisite beauty… without some strangeness in the proportion.❞ ~ Edgar Allan Poe

Christy agreed to getting food, not feeling famished but she could eat. In one arm she carried a large purse like bag, in the other her phone as she snapped a picture of the outside of the cafe they were about to enter. Very tourist-y of her. It wasn't until Maggie grabbed her luggage that she realized Marcus was lagging hers along as well. As Maggie looped her arm through Christy's free one and began pulling her along to the cafe.
"Seeing as you're the only one who can understand...anything being said around here, you're sticking with me," Maggie said, as both of the girls then glanced back at Marcus and Mike. She felt a pang of guilt that he was dragging her suitcase along, but she'd thank him later. Christy was averagely a slow walker, the idea that she didn't really have anywhere she needed to be. Maggie on the other hand was always bouncing around and fluttering to one place onto the next being the social butterfly she was. She was constantly bouncing around, whether the mood was happy sad or in between.
The restaurant was cute and cozy-like; but its Italian culture consisted of gorgeous paintings art decorations and a warm feel to the whole place. Maggie spoke to the hostess and got them a table, and the four sat down at a table near the back corner of the building.
"Isn't this just beautiful? Gosh, I could just live here. I'm telling you, Christy, we're moving here. It's going to happen," Maggie gushed. Christy just smiled in reply, guessing that whatever place they went next she'd also want to live in. Maybe France or England. She daydreamed a bit of all the traveling they'd be doing with their newly gained money.
"We have to be near the hotel, I mean, why else would the menus be in English?" Maggie questioned, and looked across to the boys. Christy assumed it was in English because it was a common 2nd language and many tourists came to this part of Italy as well. She didn't know where their hotel was exactly, so couldn't really be sure if it was nearby. Maybe they'd ask the waitress.
She wasn't very hungry herself, so she looked over the appetizers more than the entrees.
"Well, I'm getting the po-low all gone-zall-us..." Maggie shared. Christy nodded, still deciding what she'd be getting. Her eyes wandered off the menu though, to across the table. Mike sat across from her, his boyish smile lighting up the area. He looked like a child in a candy shop, but he seemed to always look like that. Giddy and excited for whatever was around him. It was odd to then look to Marcus, who seemed very serious in comparison. The two were foils for each other, and she wondered how they were so close. She knew that Marcus went along with a lot of Mike's recklessness, maybe it was entertainment for him. She couldn't help but let her eyes linger on Marcus before they returned to the menu, even out of photoshoots he was seemingly flawless. She herself was very updated in the world of magazines and modeling. Though she wasn't a model herself, she liked following that stuff. When he'd first started modeling and she'd seen one of his shoots, the next time she hung out with Mike she asked him to sign something for her. Only slightly embarrassed, assuming he'd gotten people like her before. It wasn't like she had a crush on him or anything. Well, maybe. But Christy decided Marcus wouldn't really waste his time with crazy girls like her when he had fabulously gorgeous model girls around.
"Hmm... I think I'm going to go with the Froaggio in Carrozza." she said aloud. She glanced at Maggie, Marcus, then Mike, realizing she kind of ruined the "m" name thing they had going on.