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a few of my character journals via InsaneJournal.

2009-08-19T06:17:18Z

Raphael Cirruzo. Played by Zachary Quinto. ~cirruzo.

Derrick Mausberg. Played by Travis McCoy. ~mausberg and ~thugmotivation.

Kourtney Gordon. Played by Michael Nyguen, a.k.a. Tyga. ~kgordon.

Andres Garcia. Played by Milo Ventimiglia. ~andres.

These should be linked to Insanejournal but right now i'm delerious and will do it later.

Scene example 2. raphael cirruzo, pbed by Zachary Quinto.

2009-03-26T02:59:54Z

GiannaB Good: Gia closed her phone and throug hit in her bag. She was holding the brown shopping bag with the whipped cream in it and her bag she had over her shoulder, with her hand on it. She knew it was a bad area and she didn't need to be mugged. She walked as quickly as she could in the heels she had on, making it to Ralph's place in about ten minutes. She went into the building and to his door. She knocked quickly, looking around her. Not like she was scared, it was just a habbit. She had wandering eyes. She fixed her glasses and put a strand of hair behind her ear as she waited.

raphael is dead: Ralph looked out of the peephole. He waited for a minute, and then unlocked the door. It was Gianna. He sighed, and smiled wide. "G! What's up, boo. Brought the whipped cream and the whips and chains? " He added that last part because across the hall, an old woman was shuffling her way into her apartment. Ralph was always about jokes, so he said it extra loud while making leery eyes at the old woman. Ralph stepped aside to let Gianna in.

GiannaB Good: Gia looked behind her at the older woman and held back a laugh as she stepped into the apartment. "Only if I get to use the wax on you this time." She said it equally as loud and gave him a wink, handing him the brown back, and taking off her jacket. She was dressed simply, having just come from a diner. She had on black leggins, heeled ankle boots, and a black top that could probably double as a dress. She stepped into his place and placed her jacket over a chair and waited for him to come in. She stood with a hand on her hip as she waited.

raphael is dead: He closed the door slowly, after scanning the hallway, ya' know, for any goons. Afterwards, Ralph locked all the locks, and turned around, walking forward towards Gianna and embracing her tightly, damn near picking her up. "Gianna! Shit! It's been, what? Four days? Ugh! I can't wait to give you this crea- Uhh, whipped cream on sundaes? " He laughed, and jostled her around before setting her back down. "You look beautiful! You lose weight? "

GiannaB Good: She rolled her eyes once he put her down. "You're such a wise ass, you know that?" She stepped out of her boots and raised a brow at him. "No I didn't lose weight..Are you trying to suck up to me or something?" She eyed him, holding in a smile as best as she could. He was funny, but she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of her laugh.

raphael is dead: "..Suck up to you? Nahh, Im not. I'm just happy to see you! " He walked around her to go crash on the couch, slumping low into the cushions. He had been watching American Psycho. The movie was still going on. On the table, he had various books from the New York Library. "...Okay, uhh, so, about that whipped cream. . .I wasn't actually serious. " He scratched the back of his head and meekly laughed.

GiannaB Good: She smiled and picked up the brown bag. She walked t othe couch and took a seat next to him. "I figured you were being your usual wise ass of a self. So I didn't even get whipped cream." She reached in the bag and pulled out a bottle of Jack Daniels. She wasn't sure if he was a Jack fan or if he even drank. "And if you don't like it. Go across the hall and let your neighbor have it." She laughed and looked at him. "And you're happy to see me. I feel so loved after not seeing you monday. I ended up here in Queens anyways." She smiled at him and put the bottle on the coffee table.

raphael is dead: "...Huh? " Ralph liked Jack, but paused suddenly when she mentioned Queens. "What where you doing in Queens? " He sat up, and got a serious look on his face while he reached out for the Jack. He was about to drink his night away, but not before he found out what Gianna was doing in Queens. "...Business? Or what? Looking for me? " Ralph unscrewed the top, and took a big swallow, never changing his expression. Jack was rough going down, but nothing he couldn't handle. He used to drink Vodka with water occasionally.

GiannaB Good: She smiled and took the bottle from him. She took a nice sip of it. She hated Jack, but it was there. "I was visiting a friend. Ended up spending the night." She shrugged and handed the bottle back to him. "Got a little kiss from him too. Ya know. Cause I had thought I was getting one from somebody else, but that didn't work out." She moved some of her hair back and looked at him. "Granted it wasn't a full on make out, but it counted for a little." It was more innocent than anything, but she wouldn't admit that to him. "So no. I wasn't looking for you." She smirked at him.

raphael is dead: "..." A flair of jealously raged for a split second in Ralph's face, but disappeared into a lazy grin. "..Eh, I'm sorry I was fearing for my life. But now that you're here, we can catch up on things? Count for the rest? " Ralph drank more once she handed the bottle to him. He sighed, and twisted his face up slightly after drinking from the bottle for so long. "...Eeeesh. C'mon. " Ralph would grin, and pat the seat next to him.

GiannaB Good: She shook her head. "I know you were. I just like giving you a hard time. You know that's how I do." She smiled at him and moved closer to him, but kept just a bit of a gap between them. "You don't have to, ya know." She shrugged. She wasn't about to make him kiss or something. She leaned back a bit and looked over at him. "Only kiss me if you want to. If not. It's no big deal." She smiled and took the bottle, taking another sip and sticking out her tongue once she swallowed the whiskey.

raphael is dead: "...Haha. " Ralph laughed. This was hilarious. A forced makeout session? He had never really done one in this manner before. It was always without thinking. He felt like he was in grade school. However, Ralph figured he wasn't getting any younger, and Gianna was smokin' and really cool at the same time, so he figured it wouldn't hurt. He didn't make the first move, though. "...Well, I want to, I'm not going to lie, but..Do you want to kiss me? I mean, I haven't really seen a makeout session in centuries. " He raised an eyebrow, and smirked. " But, hey, if you want to, then come hither. "

GiannaB Good: She smiled and raised a brow at him. "Yea. I think I do want to." She sat up and moved herself closer. Making the first move. Something she didn't do much, if at all. But she didn't see the problem in it. She moved to get on her knees so she was kind of looking down at him. She wasn't sure if she should tell him when she was going to kiss him or just do it. She thought for a second and just leaned in. Her lips slid over his slowly, she was testing the water even though he knew it was coming and what was to be expected. But that's how she knew to start off a kiss. She had her hands at her side, but moved one to rest on the side of his cheek. She would keep it the way it was, soft, until he responded to it.

raphael is dead: Ralph's heart almost leapt completely out of his chest. It was beating like a timpani drum going at 6/8 time, a very fast tempo, and once she slid on him, everything hit him at once. She was too fine to be doing this. It was hard for him not to get sexually attracted, but after silently panicking for a minute, he came to his senses and put his arms around her waist, returning her kiss. He closed his eyes, and attempted to get his beating heart to stop, but it just wouldn't, not that he could anyway.

GiannaB Good: She let herself get into the kiss at that point. If it was one thing she was good at, it was kissing. Or so she was told. She could feel his heart when she leaned into him a bit more, but hers was going just as fast. She could hear it in her ears, but she blocked it out. She parted her lips a bit more as she deepened the kiss, sliding her tongue over his bottom lip slowly, but briefely. She moved her hand from his cheek and slid it to rest on his neck.

raphael is dead: Ralph's heart never slowed, and it started to get hot. He would deepen his end of the kiss as well, sliding his own tounge over hers and even biting lightly on her bottom lip. Hands slid down to her hips, and he palmed them slightly before giving them a little squeeze. It was getting a little too hot. And the bad thing about this was, he was wearing jogging pants. He could feel every movement she made against him.

GiannaB Good: She moved her mouth with his and met his tongue with hers when it slid into her mouth. This was a lot more intense than she thought it would be, but it actually felt good, exciting. A turn on? She wasn't sure and she wasn't about to think much about it at that moment. She put both her hands on the back of the couch behind his head and tried to keep her movements to a minimum. She moved her lips from his and kissed down the side of his jaw to his neck. She found his pulse point with her tongue and lightly sucked on the spot. She could feel his pulse against her lips and tongue and it excited her in a way.

Scene example 1. raphael cirruzo, pbed by Zachary Quinto.

2009-01-27T08:22:00Z

raphael is dead: It was evening. Raphael Cirruzo, drug dealer and hustler, sat outside of Guiseppe's Cafe, doing a crossword puzzle. He had just gotten through recovering from two gunshot wounds to the chestplate, thanks to a run-in with some Haitian gang and a shootout that rendered him and his crew injured and various Haitians dead. After going through the ICU, some court scares, and the realization that this was his life, Ralph was back on the streets. During his stay in the ward, he had gotten word that Brooklyn was looking for him with urgent news. So he asked that word get back to meet him here on this day at this time. He pushed his glasses up on his nose with his middle finger, and tapped his pencil against the crossword book.

It had been a while since Brooklyn had seen him, and she didn't exactly plan to do things like this but it had been put off for entirely too long. She had been working at a talent agency as a receptionist, signing people in and taking their directory photos for them while they waited to get assignments. It was fun for her, sitting there and watching people who clearly had no talent and thought they were the next big thing reading Hamlet and reciting monologues from the latest hit 'indie' flicks only to be put in the background of a bar scene. Brooklyn didn't come alone, though. At her side was a small girl, almost spitting image of her minus a very prominent brow line courtesy of the other piece of her genetic puzzle. The girl didn't like the idea of walking so far, but she was promised a happy meal afterward so she cooperated. Brooklyn spotted Ralph at that table and smiled, picking up her pace a little and then slowing down once she got close enough to pull up an extra chair for the girl, who was well aware that this wasn't a McDonalds. "Train delays.. We should've been here like twenty minutes ago."

raphael is dead: "...Hm?.." He looked up from his book. It was Brooklyn and a little girl. He put down the puzzle, and took off his glasses. "..It's alright. I haven't really trippin', trust me. " He smiled a toothy grin. "..Who's that? Your niece? She's a cutie! " Ralph looked at the little girl and smiled warmly, as warm as he could. "...What's your name, honey? What are you doing with Brooklyn? " Ralph, in the back of his head, thought, Damn that kid's got some thick eyebrows. And that was it. Nothing more. He looked back up to Brooklyn. "..Were you babysitting? Whatever you have to tell me must be important to bring your niece out here. So what's up? Came to tell me you're getting married? I mean, I get no phone calls for damn near forever, and you suddenly appear out of the blue, right after I got hit? I mean, I'm excited to see you as always, but you gotta' understand..." Ralph's eyes travelled to the girl and then back to BK. "..I've been through some shit since we last left off. "

She saw him look at her a couple of times and not make the connection, the girl smiled but she was a combination of uncomfortable and really hungry. Making a face she turned to Brooklyn saying 'Mommy can we go now?'' while Brooklyn just reached over to rub her leg and settle the girl to sit still. She told Ralph her name, but her voice was low and she just barely looked at him. She was small, and his facial features were kind of big and intimidating for someone her size. Brooklyn didn't say anything to him, just looked at him quirking a brow of her own with her head tilted down some hoping he'd catch on.

raphael is dead: "...What? Mommy?.." Ralph slapped his forehead. "Are you serious? You went off and had a kid?! Why didn't you- Well, I understand. If that's somebody elses baby, then I ain't gotta' know about it. " Ralph didn't really get a good look at the child, only those eyebrows. "..So who's the guy? And is he still with you? He probably got scared because he couldn't handle a child. Ran off like some little punkass. What's his name? I'll make him pay up. " Ralph scowled. He was truly angry at this phantom man, running off on BK like that. Ralph still harbored feelings for his former down ass bitch, and everytime she came around, they flared back up.

"You must really hate yourself right now then. Do they have anything here for her to eat?" As soon as she said that, Khiari jumped up looking at her whining about McDonalds and how she didn't want to eat any nasty food. To keep her from crying, Brooklyn quickly took her statement back and stood up, taking the little girl's hand. "We can walk and talk - take her to McDonalds and let her play in the ball pit while we .. Figure things out, because we do need to talk about this." She was mad at herself for not bringing this up earlier and letting him know, but with the way Ralph was living she didn't expect him to live very long - therefore eliminating the problem of bringing them together. But with a push from her mother and older brother she decided to set this up.

raphael is dead: "Need to talk about what?" Ralph was in denial now and his heart was racing. "Talk about the kid?" Ralph grabbed his things and stood up, pushing his chair in. He realized that it might've been his, but he didn't want to count his chickens just yet. After taking a couple of glances at the child, he finally noticed that he wouldn't need a paternity test. Hell, the kid looked just like him and Brooklyn mixed. This little mulatto baby couldn't be his. It wasn't real. He was supposed to be childless until he reached the drug motherland and lived like a fat cat. Mixed emotions were starting to show themselves. Mixed thoughts raced through his head. What kind of man was he to leave his child fatherless? But it wasn't completely his fault, was it? What was he supposed to do? Deny to the end? He knew the damn kid must've been his. Or at least she thought it was, no telling how many cats BK had slept with since he'd been gone. "..A'ight, let's go. " He began walking.

Khiari was several steps ahead of them, minus the times they stopped at intersections and she grabbed her mother's hand to cross the street. Close enough to keep watch on, but far enough to where she couldn't hear the adult conversation. Brooklyn ran her fingers through her hair and took a look over to Ralph, not really knowing where to start. It was a little over four years late with delivering the news, but she kept her secret out of the fear of her safety and the safety of her child. She knew his life was crazy and didn't want to put herself in danger, but now with the girl getting older it wasn't fair for her to not know her father, or for him to know his child. "I'm sorry I took so long to tell you.. She's really smart, though. Might start school this summer to get a head start on things."

raphael is dead: "What do you mean, took so long to tell me? She's walking, talking...She's starting school this summer, Brooklyn. Jesus, you might as well kept her a secret." Ralph was furious. His ability to keep his emotions caged inside him kept him from cussing Brooklyn smooth out. That, and he knew it would've led to a fight that their daughter didn't need to see. "What's her name? I don't even know my daughter's name? Ugh." He put his face inside of his hands, and dragged them upwards into his hair. His sachel, which was slung around his torso held his crossword, copy of this weeks New York Times, and a pistol. He imagined it carrying candy and toys for his daughter, and shook his head. "I can't believe this, that's great that she's smart, just like her dad, but...Ugh. " He sighed.